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Государыня.

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜

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narvvhal​,

　For one night, their roles are turned around and he’s allowed to lead. His hand held hers with the barest of touches, movements smooth and swift with the pace of a gentleman’s waltz, guiding her in small steps across the polished floor of the palace’s balcony and under a myriad of stars. He was glad that he knew how to dance, and that she trusted him one more time with even the mundane task of dragging their dance, knowing him capable of committing to something so graceful and agreeable

　And in his arms, she looks beautiful. Ethereal like snowfall, her cold demeanor softened to a gentle snowy breeze. He caught himself contemplating about how the archons seemed to represent their element quite so well, with Her Majesty’s beauty and grace so comparable to the white landscapes one could witness from the windows of the palace. He almost missed what she said, unintentionally, with his mind lost in this train of thought.

　“Ah… I-I’m really flattered that you enjoyed my singing, milady.” Her compliment flustered him, yet he forced himself to keep his composure intact. He had been tempted to use her real name, but refrained from crossing this boundary just yet, out of respect. “And my dancing. It is part of my personal training to develop my footwork. I’m more than pleased to put it to this use as well, though.” He flashed a grin full of confidence, while his hand lifted hers and dragged her to a gentle twirl, before his hand grasped her waist once more.

　…Was it really necessary for him to keep such boundaries, when she was the one letting the curtains to her personality fall to the ground? For a night, just one night―perhaps he could allow himself to call her name, and she would give him one of her rarest, gentlest smiles. Perhaps he could be just Ajax, and commit to the self-indulgence of seeing his leader as a kin rather than a crown.

　“Just for today, hm? Then, may we make it last as long as we can? If you’re comfortable with such, Lady Miroslava, then I’m more than happy to indulge as myself freely in our small, private rendezvous.”

Even the Cryo Archon wishes for the night of silence in her duties, never-ending pressure of her goal will not let her rest for too long. This along is a luxury beyond any measure and Miroslava can only indulge in this one moment for both of their sakes. If it means for her to continue being able to move on no matter what, she is willing to take off the fur coat and expose herself to the northern winds once more as she was before, young and curious, but it’s long been too late for her to remember those sweeter days when she was catching snowflakes with her tongue and giggled by the side of the previous Archon. No, she is now the Archon and the leader of this region; she must not forget it. 

However, she is pleased to have Tartaglia, no, Ajax by her side once more. Her one and only Polar Star, the one who will remain until the very end. Good, she can rest assured. Expectations of others to betray her, so many have their own agenda, but only some remain truly loyal to her. Tartaglia and Signora are her treasures, her heart does feel for them strongly and at this very point, it is him who is by her side. Her shoulders relax at his words, the smile he thought he’d get appears on her face, grateful. Her gaze softens as well, silvers lose their frigidness and expose the softer side. He knows of this side, she allows him to know and treasure it. This campfire in the middle of winter forest, Tsaritsa settles down to not forget the smallest sparks of fire and warmth.  

“ I see you have not lost your boyish excitement, Ajax, ” her chuckle is as soft as ever, she closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying yet another turn in this elegant waltz. His name leaves her lips as something far more treasured, sacred even. A name she uses with care and attention, knowing how much it means for both of them to drop the titles. Her heart cries for her people, but this is most selfish thing she can do for them: to not have them rely on her, to make them go on forward without her. Science and technology, everything to have them still be alright once she will depart. So for now, just for this night, she wants to feel like a mortal woman and remember what it might feel like not to have the burden of the world on her shoulders. Nay, she’ll never forget, she will never allow it to herself, but Tartaglia’s presence makes it bearable. His presence is the warmth to remind her of who she still is and why she is still here, a delightful reminder. Even if this is one night, but this private rendezvous is theirs alone. “ You speak of indulgence, hm? ‘Lady’ can also be dropped in my address as well if you wish for it. I will not mind it from you for this night. ”

Her elegance continues to shine through as she does not take lead in the dance yet follows each and every step with ease as if knowing exactly what he will do. Such closeness is not one to be accepted much, if at any point. It’s soothing to her and she breathes out softly, opening her eyes to meet his and not look away. Instead, she is examining his face and his gaze. The bluest eyes and the yet youthful appearance. 

“ I like how you say my name. It feels different, ” she nods, thinking to herself and speaking honest words first. What does she mean by that? It will be left up in the air as she only notes it from her own watch. “ I wonder if my way of saying your name is also different. It does feel different from Tartaglia. Hm... Ajax, Ajax, Ajax. ” She repeats once again, looking away as if tasting how to it feels on her tongue, not thinking how it might affect the other. “ Mhmm, I like the sound of your name. Even if it is not of Snezhnayan origin, it is a wonderful name indeed. ”

#Narvvhal #THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG IM CRYING #BUT I WANTED TO FINISH THIS SO BADLY #i sadly have no icons for tsaritsa and i need to make them but i need to make a banner but it'll come later #FOR NOW!! THIS!!! #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ in character. ― ❛ snowstorm’s pained voice rings within your head as snowflakes melt. ❜ #❅ NARVVHAL / TARTAGLIA. ― my polar star，my sword，if everyone falls you must stay by my side to witness glory’s end. ❞ #tstt #tsaritsa casually saying his real name without thinking how it'd affect this man like ma'am please

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casual reminder, this is a sideblog to @qilinesque ! 

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ out of character.

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@narvvhal

His queen.......watch him quietly wave some glowing sticks like a fan

miroslava out here slaying and tartaglia is her biggest hype man.  this is why he’s her precious polar star.

miroslava probably killed a monster with just one move of her hand before tartaglia at some point because it was in the way of their agenda and it was taking their time, then continued to just walk forward like nothing happened about the business they had to attend to. it happened more often than not. 

#narvvhal #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ out of character.

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𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

DO NOT REBLOG. DO NOT REPOST.

#( edits. ) #we love miroslava in this house #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬.

DO NOT REBLOG. DO NOT REPOST.

#( edits. ) #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜ #YOUR MAJESTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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@qilinesque​

If it’s him, she would be. On a lonely night where the snow has stopped falling, leaving the beauty of tranquility around. He’ll follow her and drink some warm tea in the midst of that tranquility before sharing a few songs. If it’s only him around, she can let him hear them and join her. Distant but now here, together, even if for a night.

　They will enjoy a moment of calm in the deep of a snow-less night, watching the sky turn dark and the aurora borealis light up the capital under Zapolyarny’s highest height. They will share small songs, her of sorrows and long lost love, his of his love for his siblings and battles.

Maybe, while she hums a tune of old ballads, he’ll be bold enough to pull her into a small dance. And they’ll swing around with the expertise of two warriors, to the rhythm of her small song, and laugh at his exaggerated improvisations, because he’s honestly just trying to impress her a little too much.

Then the next day, when they slip back to their work charades, they’ll go back to the formal addressing and respectful distance between an empress and her warrior. But they’ll be content enough with the small, shared reprieve of last night, cherishing it as a personal memory of intimacy between two idealistic souls.

#SAVES THIS SAVES THIS SAVES THIS SAVES THIS #this is gorgeous #tstt #NAANS I NEED THIS AS A THREAD #❅ NARVVHAL / TARTAGLIA. ― my polar star，my sword，if everyone falls you must stay by my side to witness glory’s end. ❞

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I will keep you safe

Honkai Impact 3rd v5.4 [Silverwing: Beyond] - Bronya Zaychik

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜ #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ skills. ― ❛ when error strikes you must stand up twice; when it hits and when it passes. ❜

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look at Miroslava and listen to her gorgeous voice. 

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜

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love how both my tsaritsas (the og and the current) have a similar vibe of url going around:

@snzhnrise for the current and @snzhnfall for the og. 

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Continues to think about how Tsaritsa expects herself to die after bringing Celestia down to change Teyvat... Continues to think how she doesn’t speak of it to others but maybe she’s told Morax/Rex Lapis that or maybe he understood himself after negotiations with her... 

Continues to think how she may long for some simple happiness just like her people enjoy but she cannot be that selfish with the path she’s chosen, so love and the likes have to be pushed away at all cost... and if she does find herself falling for someone, she can only fantasize of their presence and to sadly smile while looking out of the window and scolding herself for ‘wanting what she cannot have.’

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ out of character.

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#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜

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#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ visage. ― ❛ a gentle heart must remain frozen to bring change. ❜ #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ music. ― ❛ the whispers of the snowland’s core. ❜

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songzhong​,

“I think the right term, as the youth nowadays says it, in this case, would be G.G or Good Game, Miroslava.”

“ G.G...? Hmm, I see. Then, next time Tartaglia comes back after a mission I will use that term. G.G. You sure know more than I do now, Zhongli. I’ve heard the term ‘based’ being used as well. I heard it was referring to a good opinion or when you are in agreement with something. ”

#this is cursed #songzhong #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ in character. ― ❛ snowstorm’s pained voice rings within your head as snowflakes melt. ❜ #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ crack. ― ❛ barbatos is not allowed. ❜

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“ So if the mission goes successfully, I must exclaim... Poggers? Is that right? ”

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ crack. ― ❛ barbatos is not allowed. ❜ #⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ in character. ― ❛ snowstorm’s pained voice rings within your head as snowflakes melt. ❜

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When Tsaritsa travels outside of Snezhnaya and acts as a “mortal,” she dons on the name of MIROSLAVA (peaceful glory). It is the name that the previous Cryo Archon has granted her all those years ago before she has become the current leader of Snezhnaya. She no longer remember her birth name, but she doesn’t need it. The only name she wishes to carry is the name of the one whom she loved as her own mother and her own creator, previous Tsaritsa’s given to her name is the only name that matters. However, this name has been deeply buried beneath the ice and frost. If Tsaritsa allows you to call her Miroslava, it’s a very good sign. She would usually only allow other Archons to call her by that name as they are those who have known her for centuries. 

Even Harbingers are not allowed to call her that until they have proven themselves before her and she knows they are only using it to bring her attention to something very important. As an example, the only four Harbingers that are allowed to call her Miroslava when they need desperately need her to pay attention to something are: Pierro, Pulcinella, Tartaglia, Signora. She will NOT allow Harbingers like Scaramouche and Il Dottore call her “Miroslava” because they do not show her the loyalty she deems worthy of calling her by that name, not until they prove to her that they are loyal to her and to her plan/ideal. 

#⁽ ❅ ⁾ ‣ headcanons. ― ❛ the story longs for the fall of a midnight snow. ❜ #i love her name :3

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"My polar star " Translation : "My little pogchamp"

@narvvhal​

#mao dared me but i was already on the hype train naans #you are now pogchamp #narvvhal #❅ NARVVHAL / TARTAGLIA. ― my polar star，my sword，if everyone falls you must stay by my side to witness glory’s end. ❞