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❝ You will guide me through this? ❞

DOMINIK STARES at his prince in a manner that would have been considered anything but decent at court. But alas, in the freezing trenches of the Fjerdan Ravkan Front, nothing is to be considered indecent anymore. He knows better than to dwell so his eyes drop onto the fluttering flaps of their barely insulated tent.

❝ You're injured. You should rest, especially with your thigh being..like it is... ❞

Nikolai can walk, in theory but with Dominik supporting him on his wounded leg. Damned stray bullet. There weren't many soldiers out here, just them and whatever remained of their regiment. Nikolai's regiment. Their last major died four days ago. They had a mission to complete. Hold the small logging camp until reinforcements arrive. Dominik doubted they could at this point.

❝ Which doesn't mean you cannot use a rifle of course... ❞

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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐄𝟏𝟎) ;  𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

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❝ His treachery dishonoured [Country]! ❞

❝ The child; it springs from your belly, a part of you. I would love it as such… if you would have it so. ❞

❝ Perhaps a swath of your good fortune will rub off upon me. ❞

❝ I must remember to stay close to your side. ❞

❝ I cut him, deep and low. He will never force himself on a woman again. ❞

❝ It is a sign of respect, for his courage. ❞

❝ To win, one must manoeuvre to catch ones opponent unawares. As it is in war, so it is in politics. ❞

❝ Soon he will rival the stature of his honoured father. ❞

❝ He calls for blood without hesitation! ❞

❝ The choices you make tonight will ripple through time, altering fates and destinies. ❞

❝ There’s nothing more sensual than a warm bath, the water caressing your skin… ❞

❝ Such behaviour would be spat upon. ❞

❝ You are an ass. ❞

❝ The entire world has changed. And I along with it. ❞

❝ The ego bruises deeper than the flesh. ❞

❝ This night will be etched in the memories of all in attendance. ❞

❝ You taunt an injured snake. One that may yet turn and strike. ❞

❝ A favour between friends. ❞

❝ To make attempt on [name]’ life is to risk your own. ❞

❝ You will guide me through this? ❞

❝ Stop laughing! ❞

❝ You mistake smile and friendly touch beyond intent. ❞

❝ I will not fight alongside a man who is not clear to his purpose. ❞

❝ You have reputation for your handling of women. ❞

❝ I can think of nothing else. ❞

❝ Gather yourself, and see it done. ❞

❝ Now you’ll have someone to weep for you when you die. ❞

❝ Your touch has been missed. ❞

❝ I must be without my mind, to love only the man and not the title. ❞

❝ Battles maybe lost… and yet the war concludes in victory. ❞

❝ The blood was not mine. ❞

❝ The sun has revived what the night had withered. ❞

❝ Have you ever witnessed a view from their balcony? ❞

❝ Still, the heart swells at such kindness. ❞

❝ There can only be one cause to slip out in the night, absent slaves or husbands.❞

❝ I almost did not recognise you, so gaunt of cheek. Are you quite well? ❞

❝ He swims in deep waters. Some day soon he shall disappear beneath the waves. ❞

❝ There is always a choice. ❞

❝ What is it like, having the life of another resting in your hands? ❞

❝ One must choose one’s company with exceeding care. ❞

❝ What stirs such a vision from her dreams? ❞

❝ Lay hands on one of my guards again, and you will receive far worse. ❞

❝ The ways of battle are second nature, passed down from father to son. ❞

❝ The serpent’s head will be struck from its body in due course. ❞

❝ Your manner hardens. I prefer it soft, as the moment we shared not so long ago… ❞

❝ The truth will only unfold if your jaw splits and your tongue unfurls in song. ❞

❝ It is revelation what we are capable of, when pushed to brink. ❞

❝ They will kill us both. There is no choice. ❞

❝ His response? To be answered in blood. ❞

❝ Live… and see my family provided for. And know… I would have done the same.❞

❝ Would that blood were our bond. ❞

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❝ This country gets you in the END, brother. Don’t forget it.❞

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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hmmm something about dominik haunting the narrative in king of scars. everything nikolai does is at least a little bit for him. he learns about the life of average ravkan people by meeting dominik's family. he starts gaining influence in politics just so he can improve dominik's life. and then he promises dominik that he won't let ravka break him.

that promise fucking haunts him. it follows him wherever he goes. it's the driving force behind everything he does, every step he takes to heal the centuries-old wounds in ravka. it's what drives him to do better, be better.

dominik is always there, in the back of his mind: this country gets you in the end. always pushing him to do more, because he couldn't save dominik and so he has to save ravka (for dominik) (because he promised) (because he loved him)

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𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #173 ↳𝟸.𝟶𝟽: 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠

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@korolnichevoya

                Your touch does not need to be soft. 

                                         I will not  b r e a k. 

                 Treat me as your canvas, leave your                 mark… your painter’s signature across                                          my skin. 

                The only proof that you were here. 

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If they ever want to make a comic about nikolai i volunteer as a tribute... I mean artist

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DOMINIK THINKS that Nikolai shouldn't suffer because he is. He shouldn't cry, he shouldn't sob, he shouldn't shed a single tear but he knows he'd do the same if it were Nikolai in his place, lying here on the battlefield mortally wounded and on the brink of death. Nikolai deserves better than the pain and loss and grief he has to endure over and over again - the murder of his brother not long ago and many soldiers dying day by day at the hand of the Darkling. A drop of a tear drips on his face, wet and warm, and he feels his lover's hand wipe it away ever so gently. The urge to give into the futility of it all has never been stronger.

❝ promise me...y-you won't blame yourself...s' not....your fault... ❞

A muffled cough slips from his lips as Nikolai keeps applying pressure to oozing wounds, the internal bleeding long past the state of being contained. THEY'D BOTH SEEN WAR, they'd both seen the end before. He is close to it. They both know. Still Nikolai calls for his heartrender. He calls for her and Dominik lets himself sink deeper into his arms as the breath seeps out of him like an opened bottle of wine spilling onto the floor. He doesn't want to go. He isn't ready to leave.

❝ kei...onolich... yash? ❞

A grin sneaks onto his his blood flecked lips as he whispers the words, barely perceptible. WILL YOU MARRY ME? He knows it never can be, it never will be, Nikolai is betrothed to the sun saint and even when he hadn't been - a prince and a commoner. It is unheard of.

❝ One of us has to . ❞

his voice sounds broken , if not only by the shards of ice tearing through him, piercing flesh and sinew. there is no calm and yet DOMINIK HAS NEVER FELT MORE SERENE.

Lying here in Nikolai's arms , heavy and weightless, floating on the edge of eternal darkness, he thinks he doesn't want it to end. They had just seen each other again after so many years apart - still he hadn't hesitated a second to save his life.

His king's scream for a healer is desperate, futile, he knows none are left within the fort but it tugs at his heartstrings. Reminds him of the war. Of how he'd held Nikolai and screamed and cried and yelled all the way until they'd been back at the encampment.

Their heads are so close now and Dominik swears he can feel Nikolai's heaving breath brushing against his cheek like a warm wind of summer air in the fields of Caryeva. A sob breaks from his lips, a half-assed chuckle mingled with so much despair it doesn't get out right.

❝ AN ORDER? ❞ he mumbles, a grin flashing over his bloody teeth.

❝ I have never .. been good at ... following your orders . ❞

Dominik gasps, the air rattling in his broken chest, his palm finding his prince's cheek, drawing him closer inadvertently.

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@braveandunbreakable @korolnichevoya

My heart can beat once again

(the brainrot is real, me lads)

If you look at the last 3 times I drew Nikolai he doesn't have the same goddamn haircut in any of them, that's because I'm trying to find something that makes me happy between the curls I decided he had in the books, the curls Paddy has, and the straightened hairdo they gave him in the show like the bunch of criminals they are. In this one I went for straightened... It's not bad actually, very princely...

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I refuse to accept this is not canon already.

No thoughts but Nikolai giving his lucky compass to Dominik before the battle of Halmhend 🥺🥺

no thoughts except that this is the reason dominik survives in this timeling

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Hold on, Dominik the brave, he hears whispered close to him, the words tingling in his ears as recognition sets in. Genya. She is here but... She is a tailor? Not a healer? She had barely been able to fix up the more severe cuts and scrapes they'd sustained out in the fields during their childhood, how could she have ever dealt with what must have been mortal injuries?

There's snores in the back. Nikolai. He could tell them apart from everyone else's, that's how distinctively loud they are. If he could have, he would gave grinned but for now he is too busy spitting out clumps of blood onto the linen.

Dominik sobs when he feels her manipulating his insides, his heart barely beating, weak and damaged by the shards of ice, his lungs ruptured and still bleeding, even after almost two days of healing. It's enough to breathe, enough to get some air past the liquidity gaps that escape him. Genya begs him but he cannot focus. His gray face turns to meet her, for split second his unfocused eyes fix on hers, the brown in them fuzzy as if they'd been bleached.

He's suffering.

❝ Kolya … ❞

NOT US @lookscankll

Dominik remembers dying like falling into an endless pit, being swallowed by an odd warmth - not soothing, not comforting and yet his exhausted body had longed for it more than anything else. He hadn't expected to come back. He hadn't expected to die in Nikolai's arms either with his desperate sobs being the last thing he heard before being plunged into darkness but coming back had been... improbable.

Rough sheets. Wool. He struggles with perception. Sounds hit first. A low voice. Calming. Familiar but too blurred out for his brain to properly register.

Then the pain follows.

A miserable wet choking noise slips from his throat and he tries to take more air in. It hurts, saints, his chest feels like it's on fire, burning with every light touch. Tears start forming in the corner of his eyes and he slowly cracks them open. Hazy. Bright. Tepid sunlight on his face, blinding his already washed out vision. His hand clenches as another wave of pain crashes over him and he tilts his head back to try and get any relief. It doesn't work as he'd planned and instead it lolls to the side, a thin trickles of blood flowing from his lips. He cannot hold it back, he cannot swallow it or else he will get sick and make a bigger mess of himself.

The sharp taste of iron tips him of, makes his head pound with a terrible ache. He groans. It's as much of a verbal communication he manages in his state.

Just like when he'd been injured in the Halmhend Campaign...

No. This time it is worse. This time he'd actually died in Kolya's arms.

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NOT US @lookscankll

Dominik remembers dying like falling into an endless pit, being swallowed by an odd warmth - not soothing, not comforting and yet his exhausted body had longed for it more than anything else. He hadn't expected to come back. He hadn't expected to die in Nikolai's arms either with his desperate sobs being the last thing he heard before being plunged into darkness but coming back had been... improbable.

Rough sheets. Wool. He struggles with perception. Sounds hit first. A low voice. Calming. Familiar but too blurred out for his brain to properly register.

Then the pain follows.

A miserable wet choking noise slips from his throat and he tries to take more air in. It hurts, saints, his chest feels like it's on fire, burning with every light touch. Tears start forming in the corner of his eyes and he slowly cracks them open. Hazy. Bright. Tepid sunlight on his face, blinding his already washed out vision. His hand clenches as another wave of pain crashes over him and he tilts his head back to try and get any relief. It doesn't work as he'd planned and instead it lolls to the side, a thin trickles of blood flowing from his lips. He cannot hold it back, he cannot swallow it or else he will get sick and make a bigger mess of himself.

The sharp taste of iron tips him of, makes his head pound with a terrible ache. He groans. It's as much of a verbal communication he manages in his state.

Just like when he'd been injured in the Halmhend Campaign...

No. This time it is worse. This time he'd actually died in Kolya's arms.

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Dominik always carries this small picture of Nikolai in one of his pockets

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tell me this is not what happened

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