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Dark Blood And Light (Pt.2)
(Grishaverse, Aleksander Morozova / The Darkling x OC)
SUMMARY: Beginning a new life can be joyful and exiting but also turn for the worse in just the blink of an eye. Haunted by this Anna tries to live her life in peace, before it will shatter again.
TAGS: trauma, carnations, fear, food, friendship, dorks
PAIRING: Aleksander Morozova / The Darkling x OC
W/c: 6.5k
A/n: It’s honestly been so long since I have updated this story and I won’t lie I have finished the second chapter for a while now, but wasn’t happy with it until now. So I hope you will still enjoy reading it after so long :)
All translations at the end of the chapter are from an internet webside. I do not speak russian, so if I by accident said something inappropiate or insulting, please tell me immediantly!
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Part Two: A New Life
Time, a concept that could easily be misunderstood. For time itself has no limit, so why had your time suddenly run out? I never found the answer, for I could not accept your cruel fate, believing there had to be something I could have done to save you from your blazing end.
Would you have answered me if you were still there? I had screamed your name at the top my lungs, but I was never able to hear your angelic voice again. But in the end my most sorrow was brought upon daylight, when I had realized what your last words were to me. And I will, until the end of time, keep them locked within my heart that burns to avenge your death.
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Coldness enveloped me the moment I had taken a step towards the small, deserted city. Most of my limbs were burning and yelling desperately for me to take a small break. But I knew if I had listened to this sirens call, my body would have fallen into a never-ending sleep of nothingness. I had clung to my last piece of hope that kept me going through the icing winter storm. Tears had run down my once soft and rounded cheeks, but those tears had instantly frozen once making contact with the icy wind. Exhaustion had begun to settle within my acing bones, while I continued heaving my body forward towards a hopefully better place. My mind was barley hanging onto my last bit of consciousness the further I dragged myself away.
Questions had and still fill my mind every once in a while, dark thoughts I would have never dreamed I could develop. Thousand things coursed through my already weakened mind creating a never-ending turmoil of emotions, that begged me to stop and screamed at me to finally give in and let myself succumb to the bitterness of the winter coldness. But even then during the constant banging against my head, I had continued to walk along the path leading to the city, even though I knew I would never make it there.
The violent winds grew stronger each second and kept sweeping me away, pushing my body from left to right. Had it not been for the storm, I would have probably been mistaken for a drunkard that had just come from a local bar. And as the wind grew even rougher and viciously, my warmth began to disappear as well, filling every fiber of my being with coldness. In a last attempt to keep myself warm I had desperately rubbed my hand against my arms, although I knew it would never be enough.
The horrible weather, made it impossible to hear even the loudest noises and even worse took away my vision all in one. The ongoing whiteness of the landscape around me never ceased and soon brought me to the point of madness. I always remembered it as my very own walk through the abyss, the wind howling against my ears like hungry wolfs awaiting my demise and even then through all this pointless journey the sheer beauty of it all amazed me.
 One step… two steps… three ste-
 Stumbling over my own feet, my body had finally decided to give up, that this fight for survival was not worth it anymore. A heavy weight fell from my shoulder as I had fallen first face into the thick layer of snow.
It appears my body, other than me, had long since accepted the cruel reality that would  crush my mind beneath its gigantic weight as well, knocking the last bit of air out of my burning lungs.
Years prior to this I had already given up on believing in our Saints. That they were actually there and would protect us if we fall, but at this moment I had wished so much that they were actually real. They would have helped me. But there was no one in sight and I was left alone in this world once again. I knew, no one would come to my aid, rescuing the girl before it finally froze to death. No one except myself was insane enough to walk through this hazard snowstorm.
Slowly I had slightly turned my head to the side as the screaming in my head grew louder and louder. But as I watched the beautiful snowflakes falling from the darkened sky, its fragile body settling onto my hand I felt a sense of tranquility within me, banishing the voices inside my head completely. My heavy eyelids tried to close themselves and for a short while I had though, it’s okay to rest, you’ve pushed yourself far enough, a little break wouldn’t be so bad. But I knew better.
Once I’d close my eyes I would never open them again, never see the world with my own eyes. I would be far away from here, which didn’t seem so bad, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of Alina and Malyen, their small hands whipping across their snotty noses as they cried and cried upon hearing of my descending to the other side.
Although, how would they even get to know about it. No one here or somewhere else knew who I was, where I came from or what I had been doing here in the first place. I was just another child that had been stupid enough to walk into the worst snowstorm that Ravka had ever seen. Of course, that wasn’t the case at all, but for others it didn’t matter anyway, after all it’s not uncommon.
And though I knew a message of me taking my last breath would never reach the two children, the thought of them going through it broke something within my heart.
Building up my last piece of strength I heaved my body to lay on my back, face looking at the dark clouded sky, observing the entrancing snowflakes cascading from it down to earth. How could a fragile thing like this bring me down onto my knees? It was almost laughable seeing them now gently fall onto my hands, while the wide mass of them continued to wipe painfully harsh across my face as the storm raged around my lying body. Little by little I lifted my arm and reached out to the elegant ice crystals, only to watch them slowly melt within my hands. Normally it would have not taken so long for them to melt, but my once warm and rosy colored fingers had already begun turning blue almost white by now. They had once held a lovely contrast to the cold white snowflakes but seeing both my fingers and the snowflakes hold such cold lonely colors I swore it was a frighteningly beautiful sight to see. Especially once I saw the ice building itself around my blue finger. I had tried moving them, but aside from numbness reaching out to me there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t feel them anymore, couldn’t move them like I wanted to anymore, they only remained stuck in one place making them look like an exquisite painting.
Time and time again my vision became blurry, slowly losing touch with reality. From head to toe everything felt numb against the sharp winds. And as I continued gazing at the white horizon I thought of a fairy tale I was once told about by Ana Kuya.
The story of Snezhnaya Koroleva, the snow maiden. It might have been an old wife’s tale, but thinking that she had even helped a small boy, who became nasty through the mirror shard being stuck inside his heart, made me fantasize. I had probably never been as good as I thought I was, no one ever is. And so, I thought, what if the snow maiden dressed in pure white and beautiful shades of blue would come to my rescue as well? Maybe she’d warm me with her white fur coat, kiss my head with her cold lifeless lips and whisper soothing words into my ear. Maybe she would have spared me great kindness once she’d realize I was just as cold as she was feeling. Would she have taken me away with her even though her heart was cold as ice itself ? Maybe. I would have been sitting in her ice slight that would have been pulled by the most breathtaking white horses. The snow maiden as cold as she was would have freed me from this horrible storm one way or another.
And as I gazed at my finger, I though how exciting it would have been if the woman would have actually shown up to warm my fragile looking body. Because soon after, darkness had slowly clouded my vision as black dots had begun to appear around me. My mind had been quiet for a while, having accepted what was about to happen as my eyelids finally stopped struggling against the pull of closing my tried eyes. Maybe seeing something so beautiful before everything would forever stand still for me was something meant to be, something that was meant to happen in order for me to finally look at life differently and for me to understand what he had gone through all this time, slowly dying inside as everything around you kept moving on.
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Walking through the small city of Kribirsk had never been beautiful or the most welcoming. The majority of people had left the city to die eons ago and only a few selected had remained there. It was truly depressing as you stepped foot into the narrowed streets of the city. Not a single light illuminated the passages where the sun had long since abandoned them and everything had succumbed to a never fading black. Wind would howl against your sensitive ears as you’d walk further down the grey badly paved streets. Every once in a while you’d tumble over on the empty streets as you would step into an enormous pothole and then curse the saints for making you fall into it. And as you’d walk further and further into the center of Kribirsk the buildings that once represented the most beautiful colors, would fade more and more into a dull and dirty beige grey. Huge and small cracks decorated their façade, people had given up on pretending everything had been alright. They had all begun to let go over their last pieces which would soon crumble completely into an enormous pile of ash. So, it was definitely not uncommon for many facades to consist of many different things to keep it together, like hanging a huge blanket over a whole that had once been a window, Anna always tended to compare them to patchwork carpets.
But like many citizens, most buildings were still in no good shape and were basically held together by the mere faith that was slowly but surely disappearing too.
As for the people of Kribirsk themselves, they tended to be rather secluded when it came to newcomers. Although you’d guess they’d be more outgoing when it came to them by now, considering many travelers had come to stay there over the decades. But regarding the people you would have to out them in two different categories, maybe three. There were a good majority that lived far away from the border at the far outskirts, where light was still met with gratitude and joy. Consistent of staying at least friendly they’d gladly welcome anybody with open arms, that is if you didn’t belong to one of the Grisha orders. And even though you were welcome with open arms you’d still be able to recognize the antagonizing pain that hid beneath their friendly appearance. And as you would ascend further into the city the scenery would get duller as well. Anna would say many would clearly recognize thus by noticing the thick heavy air that was scattered by various scents. Dirty smelling smoke rose from old houses into the sky, then settled withing the narrowing streets and made place for an even more gruesome sent that had your nose scrunch up in disgust.
Tattered sometimes moldy cloths hung on frail bodies, sewn together with a lousy thick garden thread, many souls slurring down the streets tumbling over their own feet, barley being able to stand up straight, begging for a loaf of bread or something more pleasant, those were pictures you’d witness the further you had moved towards the inner circle of the tiny city. Those were the other people, the other side of Kribirsk, poor and hungry, trying to make ends meet with no hope left for change. Soldiers, merchants or just by passers wouldn’t take a second glance at those people, ignoring the city’s condition and focusing on the huge black mas ahead of them. And as the conditions grew worse the further you’d step forward, the more outsiders ignored the actuality before them, too blinded by their own fear. The fear that made every bone in your body shudder with fright. Maybe it had been this fear or the citizens of Kribirsk that made the way towards the harbor appear like walking towards your own death sentence.
Whatever it might have been it made the primal instinct to flee even more urgent than before.
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Heels clacked upon making contact with the distantly paved roads leading towards the inner circle of the city. Click! Clack! …. Click! Clack! The noise barely noticeable above the screeching voices of merchants trying to sell their goods to naïve tourists and newcomers. Like sea guls they’d gather around the only place where they knew they’d be able to still their nagging hunger. “Hey, you! Wouldn’t ya like bones? From Sankta Lizabetha, dug them out myself!” shouted one man, while another kept boasting about his great hunting skills and tried to foist one tiny rabbit worth fourteen times it’s actual value to a young blonde. The ginger haired woman could only roll her eyes at those antics, as if they thought they could fool every single one of them, she giggled at the thought. It was quite ridiculous to see people getting scammed so easily just to satisfy their own greedy needs. She knew it was bad, but it wasn’t exactly her responsibility to begin with, so she turned her gaze away from the stalls and continued with her walk.
After a near decade of a never endings cycle hearing the merchants endless ranting, the woman finally arrived at her destination … Click!...Clack! Her footsteps stopped. Soothing teal and rose wood greeted her eyes as they traveled towards her own booth. Slowly pacing she roamed towards it until taking notice of a shadow leaning against it. “What in heavens name are you doing here malenkiy krolik*?” demanded a harshly soft-spoken voice. “Just the usual. Waiting.” the shadow answered. Frowning the woman creased her eyebrows and testily asked why. “To annoy you, what else.” Answered a deepish amused voice. Sighing the ginger haired woman stepped forward flicking the shadow or rather the boy on his forehead. “Ow” he cried out dramatically “How cruel, and to your own friend! How will I live with this betrayal” as he balled both of his hands together into one giant fist. “Oh, the agony!” he laughingly wailed and moved his hands towards his chest imitating a knife stabbing him through his heart. Sinking down onto one knee and then falling onto his back, the boy closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the side of his mouth. “Goodbye cruel world”. No longer being able to hold it in any longer both burst into a fit of laughter that echoed through the streets. “You … idiot!” said the woman between laughter as she looked at him lying in a mixture of mud and soggy snow. Japing he propped himself up and stretched his arms wide “Well, won’t you give me your biggest bear hug?” he asked grinningly while slowly walking to said woman. “Oh no no no, you stay away.” “Now, come on! I heard mud is supposed to be good for the skin, don’t you want to try it out?” teased the man trying to catch the running ginger. Arms indulged the woman and heaved her up from the ground hugging her from behind. “Got you” he mockingly whispered into her ear shell.
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A few miles away from Kribirsk on the road Vy a young woman roamed around the landscape before her, taking in the sight of pure despair that had waltzed over this part of Ravka. The autumn breeze had swept through her long dark hair and the warm sun had warmed her in the steadily colder getting weather. Behind her a young man walked towards her and bumped his shoulder with hers, laughing he argued with the brunette who found it everything but funny, which only made his smile grow tenfold. Next thing she knew he had already disappeared into the huge crowd of soldier, caravans, carts, and wagons over the hill. Quickening her steps the young woman followed him, although she remained one of the last people to arrive in the valley leading straight to Kribirsk and thus to the shadow Fold.
Mesmerized she had stopped in her tracks and looked upon the shadow Fold, speechless she continued to study the shapeless cloud that she had seen on maps so many times. But nothing could have compared to the actual Fold in front of her, no map could have grasped its darkness and the fear that instantly occurred the longer you starred at it. Many had called it the “Unsea”, a name that should encourage even the weakest soldiers and merchants, but not her.
The young man came back and whispered something into her ear that made her turn around to his smiling face. It was obvious to those who looked close enough, that the woman was very much liking his attention, but never to the girls that interrupted them. Instantly the dark-haired woman’s mood turned sour, and both continued with their walk.
The woman dreaded going into the Fold and hereby maybe making one of her biggest nightmares come true. She could only hope her travel would not turn out to be disastrous.
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Pale hands softly stroked the lush petals of a bright yellow flowers only to lay them down onto the rose wood counter and to pick up the next flower in her reach. The soothing smell of various flowers blended together and brought forth a mesmerizing smile. Her hands worked quickly on cutting the stems, making sure her precious colorful friends would survive a little longer. “A-Achoo!” the loud sneeze brought her back from the world she had been in mere seconds ago. “Remind me, why can’t you sell something else? You know how I react to them.” the boy from earlier complained. Scoffing the ginger replied “Well, to be honest whose idea was it to begin with again malenkiy krolik **?”. A defeated look crossed upon his face as he began to mumble to himself how stupid and mean the woman in front of him was. This only made the ginger head laugh out loud and shake her head in the process. “Hey! No need to laugh! And to think I was so kind to bring you Pirozhki***. Guess it’s all for me then.” he said teasingly while slowly starting to walk away. Abruptly she stopped her laughter and stood still, unmoving before hastily sprinting after him. “Wait!” she called out and grabbed the back of his dark leather like jacket. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Humming the boy smiled while still having his back turned towards her. Staying in silence the girl decided to hug his back, searching with her eyes where he had hidden the amazing treat she craved. Freeing himself from her grasp he laughingly turned around and held the Pirozhki over her head, waving. “Where you perhaps looking for this?” he said mockingly and kept waving it closer and closer to her face. Pouting the woman jumped up and tried to snatch the treat from his grasp without success. After many fruitless attempts Anna only crossed her arms underneath her chest and stomped back towards her stall, seemingly angered. Perplexed the boy jogged after her until he stood beside her “Come on Anna, don’t pout.” Ignoring him she went behind her stall again and began working on her flower display. He absolutely hated it when she did that, just to get a rise out of him. Guiltily the brunette rubbed his head in frustration, knowing he had no other option “Fine. Here you can have mine too, just don’t ignore me.” He said while holding out both portions. Grinning to herself proudly she snatched them out of his cold hands and happily began to munch on the first one. “And that is how you make efficient business” she said grinning with a full mouth and began to tend to her shop once again. “Yeah, yeah you got what you wanted.” mumbled the boy under his breath, acting angry. From the corner of his eye, he saw Anna and a small smile traced his lips. Satisfied he quickly bid her goodbye and began to walk away. “I’ll see you later Yuri!” she called out to him as he waved his arm above his head gesturing his reply.
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Two young soldiers trying to distract themselves before their journey wandered through the dim market of Kribirsk. Their shoes had already sunken into the muddy roads as they made their way through the gathering crowd. In all honesty Kribirsk wasn’t much to look at in the first place, too many taverns and pubs passed by the two. Not many other shops that caught their interest, there were the occasional shops that sold weaponry to defend yourself in the fold, the bone sellers and Alina was sure along the way there were a few brothels as well. Probably the only two things that stood out from the city were the whitewashed church in the middle of the town square and a small flower shop at the end of the trail towards the harbor of skiffs. Well, maybe it had not been so surprising to see the church, praying before the crossover probably wasn’t such a bad idea. But Alina had never been an overly religious person, and she surely wouldn’t start now, even though praying sounded pretty tempting at the moment. She hadn’t been able to sleep for the last few days, and it only gotten worse the closer the crossover day neared. Dreading her journey however had only been partly reason for her anxiousness, she had a feeling she couldn’t quite place right and it scared her. Sensing her fear her companion Mal spoke “Stop worrying already. They won’t even notice you there, and if they attack maybe they’ll take a look a Mikhail and see that juicy belly of his and leave us alone.” he jokingly tried to lighten the mood. Disturbed Alina glanced at him “I was kidding no one will eat him” “I know, you’re hilarious, ha ha ha” she replied sarcastically. Gently he pulled her to his shoulder and whispered that she’ll never be alone in this mess, because she has him at her side. Pulling each other forward they made their way further through the growing crowd. Smiling she walked alongside him “Oh! Her majesties spirits have been restored” Mal called out dramatically. Ticked of by his comment Alina turned to give him a punch, until she heard the repeating sound of clattering hooves and the many joyful shouts around them. Mal quickly yanked Alina from the side of the road making her crash into the stall behind her, destroying it in during her fall. Disorientated Alina tried to get up, only to notice another woman beside her with fiery ginger hair, brushing of the dirt from her dress. Before Alina could even begin to apologize both women’s attention was captured by the by-passing carriage, neither caring about the stall anymore.
Large black horses as intimidating as the fold itself dragged an even larger carriage behind them. Both women swore they had never been so fascinated, as they saw the coal black coach quickly passing by and everyone immediately knew whom it belonged to. The Darkling. Everyone was obvious to the fact that THE darkling sat right behind these doors with his personal guards on his track. Anna sat unmoving, following the carriage with her eyes as it grew smaller in the distance. She could hear her rapid heartbeat amongst the others around her and an unsettling feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as she saw the carriage stop near the huge black mass they called the “Unsea”. A strange dark familiar pull made its way towards her heart and the pressure of a million rocks upon it returned to her after so many years. It had terrified her back then as it does now and as much as she tried to blend out the quiet heartbeats that came from the place she feared the most, she wasn’t able to do it now that she had felt this familiar pull again. The heartbeats drummed inside her head, and it only worsened the moment she laid eyes upon the second coach that passed by herself and the unknown woman. Crimson red, like blood. With wide opened eyes she starred at it, too frightened to do anything else. Subconsciously her mind blared at her to run for cover and get away from them as quickly as she could, but her body remained paralyzed. Annas ears throbbed blaring out any noise except their heartbeats. They were loud, far too loud now. Panic arose in her, numbing her mind. Her nail dug into her own arm, trying to find solid ground until red spilled out beneath her nails. It didn’t bother her, the aching pain distracted her. But the closer the crimson color moved towards her the more she began shivering, screaming inside her head for her body to move until it would be too late. But her own body had different plans and refused. Breathing began to become hard as if her lungs forgot how to breath for a minute. Anna held the air inside her lungs for longer than she had to, until they had moved away no air had escaped. And the moment her body listened to her again she ducked behind the strange girl that laid next to her, hoping to make herself look as small and invisible as possible. Only after the third coach arrived did she finally allow herself to breathe again, and her lungs inhaled a huge amount of air before blowing it out again. The refreshing air that filled her lungs once again broke her trance washing her worries away.
While still trying to recollect herself and focus on the upcoming coach, something caught Annas eye.
A young girl that leaned out of the blue window, whose curly black hair swayed with the wind behind her ears. The ebony color shone in the slight afternoon sun and framed the girls face at the same time. Although her mesmerizing hair was mostly kept in place by a silver fox hat, that appeared far too big on her head. Admittingly her face was one of true beauty considering most beauty standards, high cheek bones, luscious lips and those eyes, oh those eyes. They were by far the most beautiful thing Anna had every laid her eyes upon. Anna felt like drowning in the strangers deep blue eyes that told of a lifetime of struggle that had never been put into words. Beautiful wouldn’t bring the girl justice Anna thought. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time admiring her, as Anna immediately noticed the proud arrogant look of the girl scanning the roaring crowd around the blue coach, which only stopped once they had laid eyes upon two individuals. Her eyes clearly lingered on two handsome boys I know why many look at him this way, so why shouldn’t she, a Grisha, do the same Alina thought devastated. It’s only natural to feel attracted to something that appears to be out of reach. The stranger smiled to herself as the coach drove off the Grisha camp down below, never letting both males out of her sight. Great, another one. Anna exhaled annoyed too occupied with her own little problem. “-- to keep my hand hanging forever” Yuri’s voice startled Anna as she looked at his outstretched hand. Grasping it she was pulled upwards but stumbled right into his chest from the near force he used. Turning his head sideways Yuri looked away and silently celebrated his small victory. Embarrassed Anna pulled away and glanced at her feet, mumbling a small thank you. That’s when it hit her, her stall. She had spent all morning to make it at least look descend to attract people, and now it was ruined. Cursing to herself she spun around looking if she could see the stupid girl that caused her dilemma, but she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck Anna grumbled. “What’s up with you all of a sudden?” “Nothing. Just help me out a little would you” the ginger head asked letting a long sigh leave her mouth. To her surprise Yuri was able to build up the stall very quickly, the only sad thing were the flowers that she now had to dispose of. Sighing again to herself, she tried to at least pick up what could be saved and laid it out onto the rose wood. “By the way, did you see the way the girl looked at me.” Yuri gleefully exclaimed while looking at the Grisha camp in the distance. “No, I haven’t seen it. Or do you mean how she looked at you like a piece of meat.” “Piece of meat? No. I only saw those heart eyes of hers. Do you think I could trick her now into giving me that ugly fur hat of hers? ” “Hey, don’t get too cocky now.” “Cocky? Me? Never.” replied Yuri grinning. Anna could only shake her head at his antics. “Don’t you mister have a job to get to?” “Maybe. But I’d rather be here.” Rolling her eyes, the ginger smiled and against her friend’s protest ushered him away. That idiot.
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It had been several hours since the higher Grishas had arrived and the crowd around the tiny market had begun to be filled with other Grishas that probably came from the camp near the fold. Having Grisha around Kribirsk didn’t bother Anna as much as it used to, but she still refuses to directly interact with them, and it’s not like they ever really stopped by her stall to buy something, which she was glad about. Just watching as they held their chins far too high for their own good as they walked around the gloomy city, maybe that amused Anna to a certain extend too. The pure confusion when one salesman tried selling them something while having one of the worst accent she ever heard was highly laughable. She knew almost everybody that sold something here messed with them out of pure spite, not being able to stand that Grisha put themselves onto a higher position than they actually were. Pure arrogance was often a feature that was noticeable in their expression, but you know what they say pride comes before they fall. So, it was neither surprising nor exactly foreseeable that Grisha usually only came to stalk up on their food resources and nothing else, not wanting to interact with the locals longer than they actually had to.
That’s why Anna was even more startled when she saw a tall but thin blonde Grisha in a crimson red Kefta walking towards her. She said to herself, that he was probably walking to someone next to her, there are many popular stalls next to her after all. But to her dismay the blond continued his way to her and all she was able to focus on were his footsteps that grew louder as they neared her. Ba bump. Ba bump. Her heartbeat started to pick up as she felt sweat starting to form within her palms and on her forehead. Reacting to her own fear her body began to tremble, and her clammy hands could barely stop shaking. Overwhelmed small tears of frustration gathered within her eyes, waiting to spill out and drench her. How can I get out of this? The young woman watched the blonde man come to a stop right in front of her, looking at the plants she had left after the incident from this morning. Aware that he would be able to hear her heartbeat as well, as she did right now, she made the stupid mistake of trying to calm her it on her own. The blonde gently looked up at her and smiled, as if telling her, yes I know how your feeling. Sucking in her breath her heartbeat picked up again, hammering against her ribcage. What are you doing? The woman asked herself, feeling that she was frozen to the spot by her own fear once again “Hello… can, can I help you?” Anna timidly mumbled, not meeting the strangers’ eyes. Only silence followed her statement, so Anna tried again but a little bit louder, that caught the man’s attention. “Of course. I’m looking for something special for … someone” he gently and joyfully replied. Relaxing a bit seeing that he isn’t as intimidating as he appeared the ginger hesitantly answered him, asking what kind of someone he meant. Grinning he began to talk about a person and Anna could clearly tell the change in the man’s heartbeat as it picked up at the mention of his special someone. A small barely noticeable smile grazed her lips, no longer thinking about the crimson kefta that had frightened her, but starstruck by the loving words from the man in front of her. But the fear remained none the less as the back of her mind continued with feeding her with gruesome scenarios on how everything would play out if she seemed anything less than innocent to him. The horror scenarios caused her hands to tremble again as she picked up a bundle of Carnations. “Beautiful aren’t they?” she whispered to herself and looked at the Carnations color fading from red edges to a pure white. “They are.” came a sudden very loud reply, making Anna suddenly jump back a few inches.
Stumbling forward the woman slowly lifted her arm, only so much, that it wouldn’t be noticeable under the wooden board. Anna felt the veins in her hands pulsating, she could make out the blood rushing through them and pumping into her heart. Shaking like a leaf the ginger started up at the blond male in front of her scanning all of him for potential danger. But her rationality flew out the window when she caught eye of a second man striding towards her. Panicked red mist seeped out of her trembling hand forming into a small ball of red misty energy, swaying with the movements of her fingers. Slowly the mist crawled its way into the blonds ears and soon after made his once sky blue eyes turn into a deep red color. Anna moved her fingers, the blonds eyes began to give her a dazed look as his chest tensed and his breathing consistently became harder and rougher. The ginger woman moved nearer, no longer trembling but with her tears finally spilling from her eyes. Rapidly drawing her arms back towards her chest, the mist vanished into thin air What was I doing? She asked herself, slowly beginning to scratch at her skin again. Hastily trying to overplay her little slip she rambled under own breath “Carnations are a symbol of love. I th-think your partner might like them. The white re-represents luck and the pinkish red on the outside sh-shows your affection and admiration.” Opening his eyes, the Grisha looked at her confused What was it that I was doing here again? His gazes shifted from the flowers to her while his smile never faded and then his thin hand dropped a small number of coins into her palms. Gently the blonde took the flowers from her hands “… Thank you…” came the tired reply from said man.  And with that the strange Grisha left, sometimes tumbling over his own two feet, but steadily getting better.
Fear settled within Anna, what had she just done.
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Smiling to himself the blonde man made his way towards the huge black tent that stood in the middle of the field surrounded by his fellow Grishas. Holding the flowers in one hand he didn’t watch the path ahead and bumped into a huge mass of black. Startled he looked at the person he had run into and upon making eye contact quickly apologized before the man in black grabbed his writs in his hand and dragged him towards a black tent. Unsurprisingly the inside was the same as the outside, everything held in a never-ending black color. Saluting to the person in front of him, the blonde began to answer to the question that was harshly asked by the man in front of him. Carefully listening, the man walked around a wooden table until he stood right in front of the blonde again. “Raise your head Feydor. I thank you for this information. See to it, that she will be here tomorrow.” What would he want from her? “Of course, sir.” “And clean yourself before you go to Ivan with these.” pointing at the flowers in Feydor’s right hand. “Of course, sir. Goodbye.”
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Cursing her stupid self for exposing herself, Anna wandered around Kribirsk looking for Yuri in hopes he could help in hiding her for a while. She looked around every nook and cranny unconsciously wandered further and further away from the city center. Until she found herself standing in the first army’s camping ground. From far away her ears was able to her loud yelling as well as cheering, curious she moved towards the large thin brown tent in the middle and took a look inside. But to her disappointment they were all only gathered in a circle cheering on a fight if two men in the middle of the crowd. Deflated Anna turned her back on the sight and tried to make her way out again, but many soldiers pushed her aside. Loud screams blurred together and slowly made her head hurt. Pushing further towards the exit Anna kept rambling people earning her a furious glare. Well, I might as well look around  if I’m already here. Peeking through almost every open tent she passed by she soon discovered a tent filled with various maps from Kribirsk, to Ketterdam to a whole map of the world. The drawings were exceptionally breathtaking, so skillfully drawn and so detailed. Anna couldn’t help but let her hands glide upon them, looking for any kind of imperfection. The thread and the paint underneath her fingers felt so old and full of love for its art. Fascinated by the beauty before her she failed to notice the larger growing shadow building itself up behind her “What are you doing here?” demanded a scratchy but youthful voice.
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* meaning: little rabbit
** meaning: little rabbit
*** piroshki, a common fast food in Armenia and Azerbaijan. In Armenia it often contains a potato or seasoned meat filling.
Written in 2023. Do not copy, translate and then repost without my permission.
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gracefulbumblebee · 2 years ago
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Dark Blood and Light (Pt.2)
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(SNEAK PEAK) (Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x OC)
Summary: Beginning a new life can be joyful and exiting but also turn for the worse in just the blink of an eye. Haunted by this Anna tries to live her life in peace, before it will shatter again.
Tags: trauma, carnations, fear, food, friendship, dorks
W/c: 6.5K
A/n: It’s honestly been so long since I have updated this story and I won’t lie I have finished the second chapter for a while now, but wasn’t happy with it until now. So I hope you will still enjoy reading it after so long :)
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Part Two: A New Life
A few miles away from Kribirsk on the road Vy a young woman roamed around the landscape before her, taking in the sight of pure despair that had waltzed over this part of Ravka. The autumn breeze had swept through her long dark hair and the warm sun had warmed her in the steadily colder getting weather. Behind her a young man walked towards her and bumped his shoulder with hers, laughing he argued with the brunette who found it everything but funny, which only made his smile grow tenfold. Next thing she knew he had already disappeared into the huge crowd of soldier, caravans, carts, and wagons over the hill. Quickening her steps the young woman followed him, although she remained one of the last people to arrive in the valley leading straight to Kribirsk and thus to the shadow Fold. Mesmerized she had stopped in her tracks and looked upon the shadow Fold, speechless she continued to study the shapeless cloud that she had seen on maps so many times. But nothing could have compared to the actual Fold in front of her, no map could have grasped its darkness and the fear that instantly occurred the longer you starred at it. Many had called it the “Unsea”, a name that should encourage even the weakest soldiers and merchants, but not her.The young man came back and whispered something into her ear that made her turn around to his smiling face. It was obvious to those who looked close enough, that the woman was very much liking his attention, but never to the girls that interrupted them. Instantly the dark-haired woman’s mood turned sour, and both continued with their walk. The woman dreaded going into the Fold and hereby maybe making one of her biggest nightmares come true. She could only hope her travel would not turn out to be disastrous.
Coming Sunday, March 5th @ 9pm CET
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gracefulbumblebee · 3 years ago
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BIG SIS!
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➡ genre : humour.
➡ content/warnings : ooc ig, very much canon-divergent.
➡ summary : tom’s older sister finds out about all his mischief doings.
➡ request : @ideaforfanficsorsomethingidgaf
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she left him.
his older sister.
the girl he considered his saviour, his story teller, his enlightener.
she was everything tom wished he could be when he grew older. she was powerful, kind but stern when need be, beautiful and talented, skilled in every area she tried out. tom looked up to her, to put it simply.
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gracefulbumblebee · 3 years ago
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🌹 01. bfy | 02. about me! | 03. request(s)
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🌹 requests! : open!
🌹 lane 1: grishaverse masterlist!
🌹 lane 2: tokyo revengers masterlist!
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by the way, the design for this navigation page is heavily inspired by @p-antomime.
comments and likes are highly appreciated. reblogging only after asking. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.
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gracefulbumblebee · 3 years ago
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request(s)
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what i write
fluff
angst
headcannons
one shots
what i don’t write
lemon/smut
oc
fandoms & characters i write for
tokyo revengers
ran, rindou, sanzu, mikey, mitsuya, wakasa, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, shinichiro, senju, hakkai, angry (souya), smiley (nahoya)
boku no hiro academia
shoto, tamaki, shigaraki, dabi (touya), natsuo, eri (platonic), toru, mirko, overhaul
case study of vanitas
vanitas, noe
grishaverse
the darkling, nikolai, nina, david
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shadow and bone
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the darkling
dark, blood and light (series)
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bfy
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… so, let’s get this started. i am going to make this clear from the beginning: i don’t write smut/lemon! (mainly because I don’t know how). if you don’t like dark content (angst, pain …) in mangas, novels and other literature, don’t follow.
do not repost my work on any website and with that i mean ANY WEBSITE may it be wattpad, tumblr, twitter etc., without my consent!. if you want to write a translation or something inspired by my work, do me the favor and PLEASE write me. you can reach out to me by inbox or answers. and once you reach out to me please inform me where you are going to publish and what exactly you are using from my work.
i love writing dark content or a little more twisted things, so if you are sensitive considering such topics, please read the warnings before every story. i try my best to write warnings infront of every chapter, one shot etc. that i make, so please read those beforehand and take them serious.
i do not tolerate hate on my or other writers work, however criticism is always welcomed as long as it is written friendy and polite. of course praise is also appreciated. i also like it when people tell me their opinion on their requested writes (one shots etc.) that i finished. so do not be afraid to write me or post replies, write comments etc.! :)
you should all know by now that english is not my native language, so please excuse any grammer mistakes or write me in a friendly way so i can correct them. i only speak english, german and a little bit spanish, so please inform me of any mistakes that i have made while using another language that i don’t know and simply translated through a programm (for example, a phrase actually being really insulting).
as i have said before, if you are sensitive please do not follow me, since i write about dark content based on trauma etc. so i advice you to read the warnings on each piece of my work before actually reading it, because i also write different stuff as well.
... well i think that was everything, have fun reading! you have been warned!
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gracefulbumblebee · 3 years ago
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about me
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you can call me bee, or if it makes you more comfortable you could also call me eny (although i prefer bee :)).
as you have seen in my profile, i am from germany! which means i am aware of the image people have of germans in consideration of our history etc. and i am going to say this right away, if one of you starts bullying me because of my heritage you can kindly FUCK OFF and i will block you! in other words, if you have nothing nice to share; don't talk or write to me.
i am a cancer and a INFJ-T. my pronounces are she/her. i am a cis female, plus-size (chubby?) and bi.
please don’t expect me to be online and post all the time (you might have already noticed that by now). mostly because school keeps me extremely busy all the time, to the point of almost no free time.
i am currently 18 years old and in august i will be starting my last year in school (13 grade).
i am such a sucker for fictional characters, may it be 2d boys (and girls) or fictional book characters. but especially morally grey characters steal my heart, like how can they not. that’s why this blog is only going to be about fictional characters (some exceptions may appear though, depending on my mood).
some of my favorite characters anime/manga (there’s more):
aib: chishiya, mira
jjk: toge inumaki
bnha: dabi, shoto, shigaraki, tamaki
tokyo revengers: mitsuya, mikey, sanzu, ran, wakasa
some of my favorite book characters:
cardan greenbriar
aleksander morozova
nico di angelo
michael (from eye of minds)
likes: books, tea, anime/manga, gardens, poetry, flowers, painting/drawing, music (mainly classic rock and whatever genre that one playlist on spotify is “look at all the lonley people“), dogs, cooking, reading fanfiction
dislikes: creepy people, bullying, body shaming etc.
currently listening to: rihannon; by fleetwood mac | currently watching: community, kny season 2 | currently reading: heroes of olymp, rosen blood, the mermaid | current favorite authors : james dashner, christina henry
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gracefulbumblebee · 3 years ago
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Takemichi bicon he left his wife (Hinata) for his malewife (Mikey)
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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“We would need an extraordinarily powerful Fabrikator to bring forth the thornwood the way that Elizaveta did.” The Darkling smiled. “Does this mean you have not mastered all Juris setout to teach you?” Zoya felt the dam containing her rage give way. She lunged toward theDarkling as Nikolai seized her arms to hold her back. “You do not speak his name. Say his name again and I’ll cut the tongue from your mouth and wear it as a brooch.”
… why is Zoya so angry that he speaks about Juris tho. I think if the old lizard would mind, he would say so. They [Sasha and Juris] knew each other most likely for years. 
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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God, I'm so in love with this concept.😂❤️
another headcanon that barged into my mind;
Darkling at Ivan & Fedyor’s wedding. Sasha walking them down the isle (or whatever they would have). Them asking Sasha for a blessing. Aleks helping them find the perfect rings. 
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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“Zoya, do you know why the Darkling lost the civil war? How Alina stopped him?”
Zoya pinched the bridge of her nose. “No. I wish I did.”
“Because he always fought alone. He let his power isolate him.”
I’m sorry - HE let HIS POWER isolate him?????
no no no no no, did we forget everything we’ve learned about Aleksander? AGAIN? ARE THERE SOME GROUPS OF MEN IN BLACK ROAMING AROUND RAVKA, JUST CLICKING PEOPLES MEMORIES AWAY????
He was alone, because everyone he let close betrayed him. 
Baghra was his abusive, manipulative mother who didn’t give two shits about anyone but herself. 
Alina, trusting the word of Baghra, deserted her post and betrayed Aleksander, nearly causing the doom of all Ravka.
Zoya and Genya are also deserters, and betrayed their General.
He couldn’t exactly say ‘hi so I am 500+ years old, I made the Fold when I had a mental breakdown, I’m also a Morozova u know, like the Ilya, Baghra is too, we’re amplifiers, like super powerful ones, and yeah I am super powerful but don’t be scared, I trust you will not give this very sensitive info to any of my enemies haha’ COULD HE?
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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Grisha would have never come this far if it wasn't for the darkling. They would have been hunted down, killed and so much more (like in Shu Han and Fjerda).
Imagine, Zoya, who would have never learned to properly use her powers. She would have never been this powerful without the training at the little palace. And let's all remember, that Zoya had been one of the most devoted to the darkling before and saw what good he had done for Ravka.
All they do is complain through out the whole book, when in reality they would never be able to keep constant "peace" between Ravka and other countries. In Rule of Wolves they had luck, that the prince of Fjerda died and Hanne took his place. Without that they would have never been able to keep Fjierda in place.
And let's be honest, compared to the darkling Zoya and Nikolai are far from running a country "smoothly" .
The Darkling lifted one shoulder. “An eternity of suffering as penance for my crimes. I ask but one thing.”
“Here it comes.”
“Build me an altar, so that I may be remembered.”
Zoya scowled. “As a tyrant? A killer?”
“As the Starless One. Give me a place in your books. When night comes, let there be one more candle lit for one more Saint. Can you agree to that, merciful queen?” he drawled.
The Darkling seemed almost disinterested, but the demon in Nikolai sensed it was a pose.
“He means it,” Nikolai said in disbelief. “He’s willing to die.”
“It is not death,” said the monk. “Death would be a kindness.”
Genya tilted her head to the side. She was watching the Darkling closely.
“But it’s not death you fear, is it? He’s afraid he’ll disappear.”
Nikolai remembered what Genya had said. All the Darkling ever wanted was to be loved by this country. He knew that feeling well. He’d had to face it when he’d stared down his demon. There were few men Ravka loved. Saints were another matter.
This man sacrificed hundreds of years for Ravka already, and he’s willing to suffer for eternity, but still it’s not enough for our dear protagonists. He already paid for his crimes. He lost everything, he was killed. There are already people who follow the Starless Saint, and Grisha who remember their General who saved them and protected them. To erase him from history would be not only cruel, but also stupid. ‘Those who do not know the history are doomed to repeat it,’ or however that quote went.
“Do we let him play the hero?” Zoya asked.
Genya nodded once. “Let him do it. Let our suffering have meant something.”
Zoya stood framed by red blossoms and thorns, a queen who needed no crown. “It will be done.”
I swear to– Is Genya’s only personality trait being the king’s victim? not even a survivor, just a victim. no agency of her own.
also, ‘let him play hero’ Zoya you are FUCKED if he doesn’t help you, Ravka is fucked, the continent is fucked, the world is fucked. he’s the only hope here, he’s willing to pay the price and he is the only one who can fix this. It’s not the first time he’s the saviour either. Without him Ravka would collapse 400 years ago, even before the Fold.
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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He let a nichevo’ya form behind Azarov, towering and bewinged. Calling on merzost was painful, like a breath torn from his lungs, a moment of terror as his life was ripped away to form another. Creation. Abomination. But he was used to it by now.
Darkling has an incurable disease called “I will sacrifice every part of myself for the cause and you cannot stop me” like, I swear, Ivan wants to throttle him in the afterlife.
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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“Are you thinking of killing me, Zoya?” 
“Yes.”
“Your king wouldn’t be pleased.”
“I’m not going to do it,” she lied. “I just enjoy thinking about it. It’s soothing, like humming myself a little melody. Besides, death is too good for you.”
“Is it?” He sounded almost curious. “What would make my atonement complete? An eternity of torture?”
“It would be a start. Though letting you live a long life without your power isn’t a bad beginning either.”
How is it that the protagonists are allowed to be cruel, vengeful, vicious, violent and aggressive, even without provocation, but when Aleksander does it he’s the great evil? It’s not like he’s the only one within the group to kill an innocent, to hurt someone in the group (Zoya earlier reminds herself she was the worst to Genya when Safin needed comfort and help) and his motivations in the actions he took were hardly selfish ones (unlike those of many protagonists we have). If Zoya can say all this (the quote) why was it wrong of Sasha to hurt Genya for her betrayal? It’s a double-edged sword.
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gracefulbumblebee · 4 years ago
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Once King Nikolai is deposed, Vadik Demidov will be crowned and we will petition—”
“Demidov will be a Fjerdan puppet.”
“What do we care for politics of that kind?”
“You’ll care when they stack Grisha on the pyre.”
“Grisha?”
Aleksander had to work to hide his anger. “Was not the Darkling a Grisha?”
“He was a Saint. There is a difference. What has come over you, Yuri?”
Aleksander smiled, regrouping. “Forgive me. I only meant that we may still find new followers among the Grisha.”
Chernov clapped him on the back. “A worthy goal once the war is over.” 
He contemplated tearing Chernov’s arm from its socket.
Sasha has a patience of a goddamn Saint.
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