eunicolai

[eunicolai]

barrioseu​:

location: polaris, 10PM status: closed for @eunicolai​

he’s not not hard to miss , though she wishes he was . perhaps the time spent mesmerized by his features, falling little by little, cursed her into being able to spot him even through the corner of her eye. though, it’s the company he walks in with that brings a small frown to her lips. a reminder of how he moved on with ease, leaving her in a permanent state of bitterness. as watches them take a seat, she focuses her attention back onto the customers at her bar. focusing on their orders, one drink after another, as he become a distant afterthought ― or so she tried. as he’s standing in front of her, she’s left with no other option but address him. brow arched as she scowls, tone short and annoyed. “que?”

♔

A hand is placed on the small of her bare back as he leans close, his mouth lingers close to her ear as he murmurs something against sparkly earrings and shiny chestnut curls. She leans to the touch and once the words are spoken she turns with a pretty smile and a wink just as Nicolai nods and stands from his seat and into the crowd. His bartender of choice, is clearly not Leonor as his proud eyes scan the room and find her, instead of a certain son of Zeus. He doesn’t let the smile falter, doesn’t let the crowd notice the breath he takes as he starts to make its way through swaying bodies... until he reaches her, a smile thats’ been practiced time and time again comes to grace his lips as he leans against his elbows propped on the bar. “Hey” He doesn’t flinch at her tone, he’s more than used to it by then and instead replies with that amused glint in his eye, “¿Estas sola hoy?” The words flow with ease as the man glances to his busy surroundings.

[eunicolai]

eushiloh​:

WHEN SHE’D FIRST MET NICOLAI, she’d found this crush manifesting in the depths of her chest, running in similar crowds of popularity. his more so due to his social status, her more so due to her magnetic like pull on people, but nevertheless it was hard to avoid him. stealing glances at him from across the street, dreaming up a world of them together as a young girl, living there where it was safe and secure. even now, after she had left him there, alone and without warning…she still visited that world. incredibly selfish for a girl who spread herself thin for others, she knew it, but shiloh had never been able to help herself. whenever she had him chasing her, it put her in a new position of power, feeling like she could call the shots until she eventually buckled to his charm. nights spent riding around with the windows down as wind blew her golden locks around, kisses stolen under umbrellas on rainy days, all of it seemed like lightyears away while simultaneously feeling like yesterday. he’d always made everything feel so effortless, and shiloh finally was able to escape the little world in her head to live with him in reality for a good year until the panic set in. he didn’t fight for her back, didn’t ask her to stay, instead she untangled herself and left, but that didn’t mean she didn’t steal a final glance to look back at him. the image burned in her mind for what she knew would be an eternity. glancing up at him when he shook his head, she pursed plush lips into a line as she sighed through her nose, she should really get back to her mother…despite her flaws, she was all shiloh really had. 

THE WARMTH OF HIS BODY was refreshing as she held onto him for dear life, fits of giggles leaving her unchecked before her head fell back. a mess of golden locks and rosy cheeks, smile etched on her face in a moment of carelessness. it was nice to just feel free again, feel free next to him with the drugs enough to numb the ache in her chest of being near him. his laugh is melodic in her ear, making her nose scrunch up happily, looking at him being so happy as the world spins around them. it was all so beautiful, the neon lines reflecting and shimmering down on his tan skin, the lines on his cheeks as he grins and laughs, she could look at it forever if she was able to. then he speaks, eyes finding hers as she gazes up at him, sparkling as she nods slowly, “as if i could ever forget you, elskede.” she informed him, hair still gently flying around her face as she let her teeth sink into her lower lip, and it’s not fair to feel the way her stomach turned even if she could blame it on the way the teacup was spinning. even in a dizzy world around them, she was able to focus in on him despite it all, giving him a small smile as she felt the heaviness of her head lull it to the side.

♔

He doesn’t realize it... or at least he doesn’t let a part of himself, the more conscious part, see it for what it is. The teacup spins and spins, wraps them in a blur of multicolor and pretty lights that seem to shine just for the purpose of lighting her smile, providing that twinkle in her eye. For that moment, as he holds on to the metal and she holds on to him, they’re transported into the land of the past without their permission. An external force, setting them apart from what could’ve been annoying shrieks and loud pop music. It’s a funny thing, this bit of land they’re gently pulled into– a place of memory and dreams all meshed into one... because it’s constructed of only that: memory, dreams and just a silver of the reality they’ve been pulled from, just enough to keep them throwing their heads back in laughter and not daring to question the actions of either. See, the problem with memory, is that it’s always been an unreliable thing... and yet it’s the one thing that keeps a record of the past that’s been lived and not necessarily written in paper or recorded in front of a camera. It’s a record of the smiles shared under the winter’s first snow and of the thoughts flowing through the mind as wide sleepy eyes look up in wonder. It’s a record that’s twisted and fashioned to fit hopes and dreams... to wish for what had been and what could’ve been. An idealistic land, they find themselves in as her warm body offers at last, to fill in the gap she’d left months ago... as her laugh gives way to the sweetest lullaby, as her eyes show him the stars. Night adventures, car rides, dinner dates and days when they laid under the warmth of her soft sheets and he watched her sleep as the birds by the window sang a pretty melody... these moments seem to flash before his eyes, promise to linger there like a loving ghost if only he promises not to let go of the metal plate, promises to keep them spinning, to not get taken away into the reality where such things can no longer live.

And so he makes them spin– soft yet enough to make the wind blow at their hair, let the blur of the outside world remain. Her words feed this fantasy and they manage to poke at the ice barrier surrounding his heart. They’re familiar in both tongue and meaning, and Nicolai closes his eyes for a second with a smile still placed on his lips, leans into the her touch for just a second. He feels the focus on him, however fuzzy it may be and a part of him is screaming for him to hold on. Screaming as he gives her a half smile, time slowing just for a second as their eyes meet and a silent conversation unfolds... one that he does not fully hear or understand, but there are bits of and pieces of wants, wishes and confessions that might very well never leave their lips to be transformed into words. He gives Shiloh a soft nudge and it’s only an alarm that crawls its way into their tiny cup that informs the man it’s not time that has slowed, but the cup itself... slowly bringing the pair to a stop, slowly welcoming them back into the present world.

[eunicolai]

euvirginia​:

“ let’s say i’m not , spell it out for me , will you ? ” she taunts . perhaps she’s enjoying the chase a little too much but virginia’s never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one that stands at six feet. the smirk he flashes at her only intensifying that attraction as hazel eyes stay glued to dark brown. if only it was her mouth his lips were touching instead of her hand. she keeps her focus on him, every move carefully observed as he easily wins the game. a bright smile forming on her lips as he turns back to her, “my hero.”

♔

He only gives the girl a knowing look that both speaks loud and clear.... all while not actually speaking at all. Nothing to commit to of words have not been exchanged, if they have not been written and signed. a nice a easy way to really get any emotional responsibility off his back– such as the one the girl before can be very well capable of displaying. He offers the price with a wide smile and a vow, ( he rather likes the sound of the word hero ) and once it’s out of his hands, Nicolai offers his arm with that charm of his and a tilt of her head “Shall we?”

[eunicolai]

do you miss shiloh?

“It’s not like she’s dead. We had our fun and that’s alright” Of course I do. I miss the way she made me feel warm and how she came to mean an escape from responsibilities and everyday stress. I miss the way sometimes If I closed my eyes and held her tight we could be transported into out little world were I could shield her and she could shield me from the rest of them all. I miss how she slept the morning away lying in bed and looking safe and at peace, how she made me want to skip training every now and then... But for all of those reasons she’s not someone I’m supposed to miss.

[eunicolai]

[eunicolai]

eushiloh​:

AS THE WARM BREEZE CAUGHT up to her, moving golden locks behind her shoulders, she caught a rush of his scent that she knew all too well. warm, inviting almost with this cut to it that left her stomach tying up in knots. the familiarity of him was what hurt the most, the way she saw home in his dark eyes, the way his brows rose as he spoke in a way that she’d memorized as they laid tangled up together in the past. it was rough as she gritted her teeth to keep a grip on reality, staring up at him and trying to hide the emotions that she knew were daring to enter her sky-tinted eyes. shiloh fidgets with the strap of her bag, weight shifting like a pendulum between her sneaker clad feet, nervous habits that were dead giveaways to the way she felt. their romance was one that had a long backstory, years of pining and chasing until they finally surrendered and took the jump. except for shiloh, she always had a safety parachute, deploying it the minute she felt herself nearing the crash landing of falling victim to her own insecurities.

IT WAS A RARE MOMENT of selfishness from the girl who usually bled herself dry, the fears of the past and her upbringing coming back to haunt her like a ghost, the fear of being left lonely so she pulled the trigger herself. a constant regret that never settled in the confines of her heat, a nicolai shaped hole left in it’s wake. at least he was smiling now, a warmth that wrapped around her as she nodded, “i never miss a good sunset.” shiloh reminded him with a shrug, offering a small yet nervous smile before her brows raise, “um, yeah, that…was the plan.” and it’s another moment of selfishness as she ponders and hopes he would even consider joining her, something she certainly doesn’t deserve, and yet she waits with baited breath. 

♔

Hate. There’s really no other word more fitting for what he feels towards himself as they awkwardly stand by the sidewalk, both of them seemingly waiting for something to leave the other’s lips... and both of them knowing too damn well that something will never be spoken. Not here, not now, probably not ever. He stands and listens and observes, all while hating this version of himself– not entirely gone is the version of that proud boy with devine blood flowing through his veins, but there’s this vulnerability too, in his smiles and in his words... the way they’re so carefully chosen instead of confidently spoken with that way of his that brought many to step down and vow their heads in submission. It’s strange if you come to think about it, the way a person like him ended up tangled up not merely physically with the soft girl that stood before him– but it’d come to make sense eventually and perhaps that’s the most frightening thing of all. He watches, notices, and is sure the other is aware of his knowing too. He’s been trained to know the tells of people ( or creatures ) when in a fight, to be able to read them– not only their fears but their weaknesses, the truths spoken through their’s souls windows without their permission. With Shiloh he might’ve applied those same techniques once upon a time as he leaned against walls with that dashing smile, main goal of the day being she looked him in the eye for the duration of their conversation. He now doesn’t need to. He knows her, as she knows him too and on her entire being he finds something that both makes him draw back from the aching and growing distance it secures... and makes Nicolai want to the the exact opposite as he catches something that resembles doubt in her eyes.

I never miss a good sunset, she reminds him and it does the trick as a memory of golden lights up in the back of his mind. A smile lingers at the touch of the memory and the man cocks his head to the side... for a second and then two. The space between his actions the only tell of his hesitation as Nicolai steps closer– not caring about what it might make her feel, what she might come to think. She’d walked out, either way. She’d walked out and left him with keys in his hands and a puzzled look on his face as for the first time he’d at least been willing to consider someone else’s entrance and she’d refused. So Nicolai figures he's well within his right to do as he pleases, as he reaches over and places the bag on his shoulder instead and nods towards their new destination. “We better hurry then”.

[eunicolai]

taliaeu​:

❖

they’ve  always  felt  a  certain  level  of  …   clarity  at  night  ―  everyone  just  trying  to  get  from  point  a  to  point  b  as  fast  as  they  can,  ready  to  sleep  away  their  pain  that  the  sunlight  had  brought  to  them.  &  maybe  that’s  why  talia’s  found  herself  being  almost  painfully  honest  with  nicolai.  between  the  times  spent  entangled  in  each  other’s  sheets,  finding  each  other  in  a  crowded  party,  or  the  stolen  moments  found  in  empty  halls  during  their  busy  schedules,  it  all  felt  like  there  was  a  level  of  transparency  to  it.  “  don’t  make  me  regret  it  !  ”  they  hum  out,  latching  onto  a  tree  to  wait  for  him  to  catch  up.  “  a  lot  of  them  are,  well,  boring,  i  suppose.  so  you  have  that  going  for  you.  ”  there’s  almost  a  weight  to  the  words,  as  if  she  carefully  chose  them  instead  of  letting  them  slide  off  her  tongue.  they  watch  him  close  the  distance  between  them  at  a  leisurely  pace,  nails  tapping  against  the  wood  as  though  they’re  expecting  him  to  do  something. 

when  the  distance  is  finally  closed  &  their  arms  link  for  a  second,  she  looks  up  at  him.  they  allow  a  crooked  grin  to  take  over  her  face.  “  i  fly  quite  often  when  i’m  not  in  school,  so  i’d  have  to  say  zeus  is  probably  the  top  one.  aphrodite  is  also  rather  hard  to  work  with,  so  i’ve  avoided  her.  i’ve  heard  she’s  rather  temperamental,  &  judging  by  her  kids,  i’d  say  the  stories  are  probably  true.  i  can’t  have  my  jewelry  going  missing  or  my  hair  fried  off,  now  can  i  ?  ”  she  shrugs  almost  dismissively,  as  if  the  topic  of  deities’  wrath  was  something  to  be  taken  lightly.  this  is  all  …  comfortable  to  them.  the  chase  was  always  rather  easy  for  her,  most  people  hardly  want  to  turn  away  someone  with  a  pretty  face  &  money   ―  but  what  happens  when  the  other  has  an  abundance  of  suitors  exactly  like  her  ?  the  question  sits  uncomfortably  in  her  mind,  carving  out  a  space  in  the  places  where  it  shouldn’t  reside  in.  talia  shouldn’t  be  this  curious  about  someone,  this  willing  to  open  up  to  someone  ;  but  they  are.  they  stop  in  their  tracks  when  he  creates  a  detour,  watching  him  as  if  they’re  attempting  to  figure  out  where  he’s  going.  it’s  a  second  of  hesitation  that  feels  like  a  lifetime  before  following.

♔

He doesn’t know if he was born with those watchful eyes... or if ones glimmering with curiosity and wonder had been traced, cut, carved out with cold steady hands and a pretty silver knife...replaced with this brown pair he know wears, a tool and a weapon all on their own. Eternally observant, alert and calculating, designed to catch the smallest gestures and memorize them too while following casual conversation. You never know when you’ll need to use it against them, Khione’s icy voice still lingers in his ear, but isn’t listening today– tonight. Instead, he takes Talia in under the moonlit scene, as they linger by the tree with, as they walk down the path, as they tangle their arm with his and look up with something Nicolai’s not entirely sure Talia is aware of. Within them he finds the stars but also a demand: truthfulness, they seem to cry... and Nicolai for some reason doesn’t look away. At least not yet. He watches, notices and memorizes, yet he comes to realize with a lingering smile that the information collected is not stored in the same mental box. Where they end up instead, he refuses to look. A laugh escapes from his lips as they discuss the gods once more, the air around them playful and light in a way he’s hardly experienced in recent days as he takes careful steps in a fool’s dance. They’re sure to feel the repercussions of their talk the next day, but nevertheless he lets himself say “That’s wise. don’t forget that in a way, Aphrodite did bring about the Trojan War” A flawed argument, he’s aware, but not entirely false.

And so Nicolai’s followed them around with his hands in his pockets and a lazy laugh as they play with the god’s favor... Though surely nothing to make them as upset given they both figure and important number of offerings. Yet now it’s his turn as the stroll through the night and Nicolai does turn around for a brief moment as he notices the hesitance in the step. He gives them a look that might as well have said are you scared? A tone that’s not only lively but it tests the ground for a terrain they’ve both explored before. Nicolai, with little thought on the consequences for once in a lifetime. He rolls his eyes with some kind of warmth and continues down the path with ease until he feels the other following suit. “So I’m not boring then?” He says without meeting their eyes, though teasing smile and devious eyes settle on his features. Nicolai slows his pace so they can walk beside each other once more, glances their way just once (involuntary perhaps) and lets a hand brush against theirs. A deliberate movement as he’s sure they’d be able to tell.

[eunicolai]

freyaeu​:

FAST MOVING , COLORFUL SNIPPETS THAT ONCE BELONGED TO HER now feel like the memories of a stranger. well, almost memories — flashes of what once was her life playback in her mind every now and then, leaving more questions than answers as she tries to figure out who she used to be. each year that passes giving her another clue to try to place the pieces of the broken puzzle. a scent, a voice, a smell, a sight - all different things that seem to trigger something new. the newest recollected morsel coming from the hues painted over the sky that emerald eyes can’t drift away from.

the fading light hiding behind strokes of gold, orange, and yellow being something that feels so terribly familiar. she knows she’s seen in before in a much colder place, she just can’t remember where. it’s for that reason that the biology textbook is resting on her lap, focus on dna mutation long forgotten as the sun hitting the horizon caught her attention. a delicate hand placed atop of the open book as if to hold her pace, though if anything, she looks like still life in the flesh, frozen in time. one that if you blink and you’ll miss the fact that the blonde’s still breathing.

at a distance, she looks like a painting of sorts: red and white picnic table under her to guard her from the itchiness of the bright green blades, legs cross to the side as one knee stacks over the other, floral sundress extending out onto the picnic blanket as strands of wavy blonde hair fall out of a loose braid, one hand rests on the book as the other drops to her side, head tilting in curiosity as emerald gaze is glued onto the sky with pink lips are only slighted parted. her expression almost in a trance as she’s spent the last fifteen minutes looking at the sky. first, in admiration of the beautiful colors. then, as the faint memory threatens to surface, in confusion and curiosity. almost as if the sky holds the key to at least a fragment of an answer.

it’s as if she’s in a trace with her sole focus being on getting the faint picture of what she knows is an unlocked memory to become a little brighter, to provide her with another missing piece of the puzzle. logic being something that the blonde prides herself on having, every decision made with reason and every movement being one approached with caution. at least that holds true in every situation except for this one. the actions to follow being ones freya doesn’t even register she’s doing until it’s too late though if you were to ask her, she’d say she’s in control the entire time. which, to a certain extent, she is. she’s done it enough to know when to call it good, though that doesn’t make it any less dangerous, much less stupid for that matter.

emerald gaze finally drifts from the sky as it shifts to the lake beside freya. her favorite little outdoor nook on campus, far away from the bustle and hustle from everyday life. she’s at the edge of the lake, far enough to not be seen or heard from the rest of the world, but close enough that it only takes her a few minutes to get there every time. at a distance, she echos of laughter from her peers. though, it’s a sound that soon fades out as the blonde finds herself standing at the corner of the lake. calms waters that lay still soon turn to solid as freya’s hands outstretch, the temperature surrounding her dropping as her reflection disappears as liquid turns to ice.

sandals coming off as bare feet step onto the ice, the cold solid welcoming her with each steps she takes onto the ice. hands still outstretched as she goes into the lake a little more, causing the water to keep descending in degrees as a layer of ice starts to appear before her. once she’s covered the lake with enough ice, she stands in the center of the sheet of ice before her solid matter behind her starts to crack. her focus narrowing to the small spot of ice that starts breaking away until the icy waters appear again under the ice - just enough of a space for her to slip under.

foolishness really taking over by now as she prepares to do what she’s done a handful of times before: attempt to trigger more memories. a deep inhale follows an exhale as she prepares for a moment. eyes finally close as she inhales deeply once again told her breath before letting herself fall into the chilly water. the cold embrace welcoming her with open arms as she just lets it be for a moment. eyes still closed in attempts the cold current will help her remember something .. anything.always a long shot and always a stupid decision but the helpless hope about putting herself in that situation again being the possible key to unlocking what really happened that day.

always a futile mission that lasts only a few minutes before she knows she has to come up for air. always cutting it a second too soon as she waits to find her way back to the surface when she can feel herself needing to breathe again. eyes finally opening once again as she feels her heart pounding against her chest, begging for air. lips parting just a centimeter as tiny bubbles float up in front of her. for such a potentially dangerous decision, she’s stupidly calm. perhaps the annoying answer as to why no matter how many times she finds herself near the point of point, she still can’t remember anything.

unfortunately, the irony of the situation escapes her which is perhaps why she doesn’t realize why she fails every time. despite her actions being incredibly dumb, freya still holds a good amount of control in what she’s doing. every move being a calculated one, something she doesn’t realize keeps holding her back. as she pushes against the water, following the small light toward the space she jumped through moments ago, she know she’s failed again. failing to realize that maybe the only way she’ll ever trigger the memory of when she fell through the ice, is if she stops controlling when and how she keeps reenacting the things of the past.

♔

In the mortal and naive world, many people would argue that time is a concept– not only an intangible concept, but one hand-crafted by their very own foolish hands as a tool to keep track of their happenings. Nicolai knows better, for it was the sky and the earth that gave birth to time... and time, he was born fierce and ruthless. A titan, they called him, Kronos and time, one and the same as he ruled over the earth once and tried to do it again not so long ago. Not a concept and certainly not an intangible thing, though he might as well be in a state of millions of particles scattered across the universe by the power of a prophetic blade. Many forgot, but Nicolai made it a point never to do so– even if it’s been well over ten years. Because in moments like this, when the birds’ song stopped and the sun bathed his skin in an eternal golden light, when the atmosphere around him became surreal and the particles in the air froze... when his heartbeat slowed down and the thoughts in his mind did the opposite of such, Nicolai remembered time, remembered its power and might and imagined the particles of his being gather around, expecting a vow. Nicolai obeyed, small but firm.

It could’ve been minutes or hours since he last saw her dark hair blend into the lake’s water, since he last saw her disappear into the vast white of her own creation... but the world didn’t seem to take notice of what the hour dictated. It paused, waited for their dark master’s command to resume. Regardless of the hour and minute indicated by the white gold watch, Nicolai doesn’t move. Not a muscle.

He’s known her for a long time, Freya. So long he can barely remember a time before she walked into the ice castle he resided in and took a seat on the table, never to leave again. He’s hated her, resented her and even once, tried to love her... but despite them being the soul in each other’s life that knows the other one best, she’s never stopped being a stranger for the man. A stranger who wears his last name and his godly descent. And yet, for the life of Nicolai, he can’t understand the scene unfolding before him. A perfect princess, or at least that’s what they say, for they have never noticed that smile falter, never understood the pain that lies before those glinting eyes. He breathes for what feels like 5 minutes but might as well have been three, eyes glued to the perfect circle carved against the icy sheet. He stares and waits and thinks because he knows there’s something wrong, something screaming at him from the pits of the earth to see, to notice, to understand. Because even though Nicolai knows Freya’s every smile and tick and tone, he doesn’t know this version of the girl he calls sister and twin before the world’s watching eyes. A perfect princess would never jump into icy waters unless it was for some charity stunt, a perfect princess would never freeze over a section of the lake unless it was so orphan children could have a bit of fun on an unforgiving summer. And yet this perfect princess never did anything that wasn’t painstakingly calculated, just as his father’s teachings dictated. She wouldn’t because he wouldn’t... and because she rarely ever let that princess layer fall.

A fall it did for seconds– minutes perhaps. There’s a tension in the air as Nicolai finally takes a step. His feet touch the lake and as a fool’s messiah, he walks through thick sheets of ice, willing them into existence with little effort or thought under his shoes and he nears and nears the perfect circle. The tension only grows, it’s almost palpable to his touch as he crossed the lake and it’s still water and her own sheets of thin ice– ice cracking before solidifying under his weight, the only sound accompanying the journey. He’s stopped consciously counting, though a part of him on the very back of his mind keeps the timer running– or at least whatever track of time it can keep in this seemingly endless stated of a pause, forever waiting for either of them to act. To emerge or submerge... or to decide not to do either. 

He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about it since her body immersed itself into the darkness and Nicolai... he only lies when in front of an unsophisticated crowd. The thought occurred to him the second she hit the water and hasn’t left his mind since– forever debating the move on the board, practicing and practicing, not only for the possibility for the black king in their ancient chessboard not to tip over... but for the other players and their own contributions in the larger board. Because if she drowned– oh if she drowned much would happen, much would change. First he’d have to construct the grieving brother act for all and pray for the gods to indeed be gazing at the sunset and not at them as he stands and the other one drowns in the icy lake. Perhaps Kronos, with his remaining golden power would shield him for just now, give him this one gift to have him indebted to him whenever the particles came together and back from the pits of hell.... perhaps his mother wouldn’t mind too– seeing Freya’s unfortunate mistake as a clear sign of weakness and a delt-with impurity in the bloodline. Yes the gods may be forgiving... but it’s the mortal world he’d have to worry about then. A mortal world he’s climbed his way on top off but could very well be thrown to the bottom if his father decided to pin the precious adopted pet of his as a mistake of the brother who was supposed to watch over. And from then... it all came down to that, did it not? His failure to save her. His failure to be the hero he was born, trained and destined to be.... all hopes turned to unforgiving disappointment.

Nicolai stands only a couple of meters away from the hole– from which, nothing has yet to surface from. What is she doing, what is she doing, what is she doing?– cries his brain as the ice seems spread into the circle bit by bit... his doing surely as eyes burn into the one spot. What is she planning? A thin layer covers the water soon, small crystals shinning against the sunlight. Nicolai takes another deep breath, centers his gaze on the gleaming ice and clenches both jaw and fists. If he could not let her die, then he might as well be the hero, no? Knight in shinning armor coming to the rescue and having her owing him her life... though he doubted he’d actually acknowledge the debt or even see it as a heroic act. He’s not doing it for her, that, he’s quite sure of as the ice cracks before him with a thought and a gust of strong and icy air comes down from the heavens and slams into the body of water. Quite a spectacle unfolds as he lifts himself from the ice and lets the air spot the body now moving under the water. As if it was a giant fist of his own, he wills the air to circle her body and pull her up into the surface and into the lake’s edge with a bit of a thump. Soaking body on the ground, Nicolai sets himself down, once again securing the ice below him and nods her way, “What the fuck, Freya?”

[eunicolai]

[ closed starter – @eugreern ] It’s often he spots her in one of their lectures– and it’s often too (unless he has a reason to be otherwise motivated), he finds a sit near the brown haired demigod. Whether it’s fate, godly intervention or just his own amusement driving him to the empty seat a couple of spaces apart form her, he doesn’t know. Doesn’t really care to do so just yet. It’s been nearly an hour since the professor in front of them touched on the matter of court procedures and Nicolai has officially run out of reasons why he should keep paying attention– Information? He’s read it all on the books before him; Perspective? That is something the speaker before him has consistently proven they just can’t offer; Kissing ass? He made damn well sure the other at from the palm of his hand in the beginning of the semester already. With a sigh as the only sign of his boredom, he props his head on a fist and turns to Nell. “Hey”, he says in hushed tones, “Do you have a pen?”​

[eunicolai]

[ closed starter –  @euophelia ] He walks through the place with a Sunday pace. Eyes had only set on the sales counter as he walked through the door and then chose to drift towards the tables surrounding them. He likes that sometimes– to watch people, listen to their conversations as he walks by pretending to keep his gaze above everyone, minding his own business... Nicolai spots her then, the blonde sitting on a nearby table surrounded by many taken chairs but the one placed before her... and he smiles. With a hand in his pocket and a book in the other, Nicolai makes his way over with that perfect charm attached as he gazes down, “I have a proposition”.

[eunicolai]

[ closed starter – @euizak ] He respects the man before him– which is something rare, even for the gods looking down on them and the suited up billionaires sitting across from him in meetings. He’s done so for a while too. Nicolai has a smile grace his lips as he leans forward on the stool, elbows propped on the glossy counter and a nod as a greeting towards the other. He’s come alone this time– nothing particular in his agenda other than a glass of whiskey and some necessary maintenance of this relationship with the child of Zeus, “Hej, lang tid siden”.

[eunicolai]

[ closed starter – @euclarisse​ ] Nicolai walks into the kitchen with that confident ease of his– his step somewhat following the tune in his head. It’s an early morning, but not as early as it had been when he’d come back from training to shower and continue a very precise routine. “Bonjour” He says with a smile as he spots Clarisse’s blonde hair– a chromatically harmonious sight, his sister against the white walls and counters. Nicolai grabs an apple from the counter and nears the front gate, only to pause at an afterthought... gaze lingering on the door, and then on the blonde who’s rarely seen alone. Not a second later, with a nod towards the door he asks, “Tu veux aller prendre un café?” leaning against the frame and flashing a dashing smile.

[eunicolai]

euvirginia·:

“ let’s say i’m not , spell it out for me , will you ? ” she taunts . perhaps she’s enjoying the chase a little too much but virginia’s never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one that stands at six feet. the smirk he flashes at her only intensifying that attraction as hazel eyes stay glued to dark brown. if only it was her mouth his lips were touching instead of her hand. she keeps her focus on him, every move carefully observed as he easily wins the game. a bright smile forming on her lips as he turns back to her, “my hero.”

♔

Eyes locked, he watches her as words that are probably used to wrap around others escape from her mouth. He sees the burning behind her eyes and a part of him laughs– yet the visible mask he wears offers a growing smile– a predators one and a wink, before breaking eye contact. Of course he wouldn’t yield to her demands, where would the fun in that be? Nicolai turns to face the man behind the counter, wearing an expectedly boring gaze– dead inside, Nicolai figures. The gods know he would be too if he had to work at a carnival. The man reaches for the price and Nicolai quickly hands it to Virginia as if presenting a crystal slipper or a crown. “I believe this means you’re mine for an hour,” he says, arm held out for her to link hers through. “Shall we?”

[eunicolai]

eushiloh·:

          HER MOTHER WAS a particular type of woman, one who was unaware of the things she said and how they heavily weighed on her daughter’s shoulder. shiloh was an only child, well until she found out her godly parent, but she was under the always watchful eye of her mother. but it was strange, that eye only watched when it came to certain things. surface level, appearance, relationships, those meant the most to her. shiloh’s wellbeing and emotions got dismissed, turning the other way as the blonde fell apart, being called too sensitive as a reflexive way to try and make amends. her mom adored nicolai though, he was strong and confident, a perfect person to bring to parties and show off. she was proud of her daughter for finally settling down with someone like him, so you could only imagine the disappointment whenever shiloh ended things so aburptly. the pressure her mother brought always crushing the things she enjoyed, besides dance, that was something she could never ruin. whenever he mentioned still talking to her mother, that blissful smile faltered, eyes widening a moment, “you do?” and it made her whole body feel flush, fingers gripping a bit tighter to the metal plater between them, teeth sinking into her plump bottom petal. “i hope she’s doing alright.” shiloh mutters, more to herself than to him, before her attention was drawn back to the side. it doesn’t take long for their teacup to start spinning, making her head fall back with a laugh flying from her lips. it was a welcomed distraction, and she hung onto the disc as her petite body slid around in the side of the cup before her body pressed up against his. “fuck, i forgot how strong you were!” the girl commented, shooting him a warm smile as she attempts to even spin the damn thing herself, but given the drugs in her system and her size being little to no help against someone like him….it was almost a lost cause. instead, she curled up, arms gripping into him as he did all the work, just like old days.

♔

He sees it in her eyes, even though he doesn’t have much time to react to it. A small mercy, a part of him thinks as the pretty lips he’d tasted time and time again, lose their glee if only for a second. He sees it in her eyes– the never-ending conflict between her and the mother figure. Nicolai feels a part of him gasp for air and holds it for a second, for that very second. It isn’t often that the man loses control of his actions... and though with the right questions he’d come to claim this as one of those moments when thoughts escape his brain without much thought of the consequences, he knows it really isn’t the case. Because she left, and that’s all Nicolai can say about it. Time and time again she’d sneaked in and through, past many elaborate defense mechanisms. Out in the streets on Copenhagen as their eyes met from across the street, he’d made a point of giving a prince-like smile, had taken her by the hand despite whatever excuses she’d given that day and driven her across town skipping classes and practices and homework just so they could sit atop of one of his father’s buildings and watch the sun meet the skyline exploding in hues of golden and pink. He’d chased shamelessly and had somehow fallen foolishly as that year apart he’d smiled at a text with a winner’s grin. Like a fool he’d stood that day she’d walked away as he tried his best to pretend he was perfectly fine when in reality she’d turned his mind into a maze he could not yet make sense of... but it’d been fine because in her smile she’d promised the moon and the stars. I hope she’s doing alright, she’d muttered. A sign of him getting exactly what he’d gone for– a sting in her godsdamned glee and yet somehow it’d come with a reminder of what she’d walked away with. I hope she’s doing alright. Nicolai knows things had never been and might never be perfect between to pair, but to know it wasn’t his place anymore to know about it or to even do something, well it brings a bitter taste to his mouth. He shakes his head a little as if to say ‘not really’, which isn’t a lie. 

And then they’re spinning, muscles tense and strong as they turn on their little cup. And she’s laughing despite her mother and despite their past and... despite him, though Nicolai wants to believe it might also be because of him as he turns the metal plate and feels the weight of her press against him as if holding onto a rock. He used to be a rock for her, did he not? A smile resurfaces. It’s warm and has that child-like spark that few people are able to catch as they turn and turn– a silly tune sits on the background and even that he doesn’t mind as he gives a laugh of his own, head thrown back to feel the wind against his skin ( a little cool as it always is around him, but not too cold. Refreshing, he might dare say ). “Well I haven’t forgotten you”, He says with a smile that is free and it’s... sweet. His eyes meet Shiloh’s as he speaks. This time, he doesn’t let the words escape because of some personal agenda. Just a truth that needed to be said.

[eunicolai]

euava·:

♫

While she didn’t plan to indulge in the carnival activities, the bumper cars are somewhat addicting and they are a great resource to release stress. She picks a yellow one, the only one left because she doesn’t care about colors, just about bumping her car into another. From her seat, she spots a quite annoying and shallow figure, Nicolai. Suddenly she feels the urge to start the game and just ramp up her car against his. “Are you also going to cheat on this as you do in chess?”

♔

This thing between them... well it brings him great pleasure. Sometimes the best rivals are those that don’t really show rival energy at first. He grins like a child at her reply... and suddenly he’s entirely forgotten he actually came into the platform with other acquaintances ( or friends, as they’d probably call him ). “You can’t cheat on chess, Ava.” He yells over the carnival buzz, “Even though you’d like to try.” The alarm rings indicating the start of the game, an electrical buzzing surrounds the area and he feels the car gain power. With a smirk, he locks eyes with her.

[eunicolai]

euiker·:

❈

Basketball. In any way or form, he dislikes it, and to add more to his disgust he watches as the basketball goes into the net, granting Nic the victory. With a roll of his eyes, he shakes his head before stretching out his hand to concede the defeat. “Nothing yet because there’s one game left,” he says as he points out at the Skee-Ball tent. “Also you know I’m shit at basketball, so please erase that smug face off your face.”

♔

He’s still grinning... and Iker’s roll of eyes honestly only manages to improve his mood. He can’t help it. Nicolai’s not sure if he was born competitive ( a part of him doubts it ), but he was definitely raised competitive and by the tender age of five, it had become a defining character trait. The smile, however, somehow falters at the classic stand Iker points at, “Fine,” he states with a roll of eyes of his own, hand mindlessly taking his new price in hand, “I’ll save it for later, when I beat you again”. The smug smile doesn’t make a comeback, but a teasing one definitely does.

[eunicolai]

euvirginia·:

ღ

hazel eyes stay glued onto nicolai , a devious smirk curves her lips as he edges closer. “is it now? and how so?” she questions, head tilting as eyelashes bat, amusement and curiosity ringing in her tone. eyes fall to his hand as she lets a beat pass before setting a delicate hand atop of his. she nods, “the best one of all.”

♔

“I think you’re smart enough to figure it out”, Nicolai offers with a smirk of his own. Not a lie– though he was no stranger to those... It somehow brought the man a sense of immense satisfaction to play his way with half-truths and ambiguous statements. The more he played with other people’s assumptions and desires, the better. She pauses for a second, yet he smiles like a prince ( and a devil ) as he lowers his mouth to meet her hand– eyes locked on her gaze. Attention back in the game, he calls the man behind the stand, pays for an attempt and carefully sets himself behind the water gun. It’s easy, given his father’s both human and demigod training as he points the gun, pulls the trigger and holds his position with a surgeon’s stability as water meets the target and the game is quickly won. A satisfied grin surfaces on his lips as he stands tall once more and gives Virginia a winning wink.