#andrei : threads

[inkshadow]

closed starter for @sunliights featuring andrei and rina.

it'll be fine. it'll be fine. andrei repeats the mantra to himself as he's propped up against the kitchen counter, strangely requiring an anchor of some sort now that the day has arrived. things have seemed relatively normal over text, like nothing's changed, but he knows it'll be different once she arrives. the decision to meet at the family cabin instead of taking one ride together was a good one — gives him plenty of time to prepare for her arrival and to get his bearings straight so he doesn't have to try and do so while driving as well. it's when the doorbell rings at the front and the creak of the large door reaches his ears that he really has to brace himself, forcing legs through the space until he rounds the corner and reaches the entrance to the living space where he sees rina standing there, beautiful as ever, and the first time he's laid eyes on her properly since that night. "r-rina... hi."

[ulircursed]

well thank goodness she'd been so occupied with her laxative bread (and foiled revenge scheme) that she hadn't been within earshot of The Drama!

so she searches again for andrei. scuttling about in the shadows, nooks and crannies of the venue with the staff too busy to mind, she wheedles her way around the crowds until finally, in the distance, she spots his back.

tug, tug. just the gentlest little tugs at his sleeve after she plainly trots up to him. innocent recognition glimmers in her eyes. he doesn't look too well, either, does he? with a tilt of fluffy hair— "andrei? are you leaving? i mean, tell me about it! there's so many people. bernie's gotta recharge for a while, too."

and lie low in case she's been discovered. preferably with someone safe. preferably not an actual eagle. but for someone who values her alone time to near catastrophic extent, she doesn't ask this lightly. "um... can we take a break together? i-if you want to. do you want to? we don't have to. but i'd like to. oh—and i was stuck in the infirmary for a while, but i never got to thank you for letting me use your brave bow! it meant a lot to me. especially after getting to hear your story... and about what we had in common."

Andrei is so focused on escaping the situation that he barely notices his surroundings, legs carrying him woodenly through the crowd as he leaves the medical tent for the passageway leading back to the Abyss. To safety.

He only stops when he feels a tug at his sleeve, whirling around in alarm to face the new intrusion, though his tight expression visibly softens as he sees Bernadetta once more.

For a moment, he wonders if she, like Professor Lambert, could see the signs of earlier tears, but then decides that it hardly matters. He'd laid his weakness bare for her since their first exchange, and Bernadetta had never once scorned him for it, had she?

"I— yes, I thought..." his voice falters, but he manages to keep it steady, "I thought it best to leave, considering my injuries have been mostly treated."

There's still the ache in his chest, a sharp echo of the old wound that Yewfelle's arrow had dealt against him, almost like a reminder.

But Bernadetta brings up his bow, and like the earlier, physical tug on his sleeve it gently draws him back to the present, and he gives her a smile, small and tired.

"...Do you know someplace quiet? I think a... a break does sound welcome, now."

[strixessabre]

One of my favorite movies put into a thread format. Go take home the Writer.

( Strixes' Sabre )

[lupaeusmoved]

closed // just me turning more soft hcs into threads sdfdsgdsfsdf // @razorfst

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦  𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗦  ,  back  in  beacon  hills  despite  having  no  memory  of  getting  there  .  every  nerve  in  her  body  stands  at  attention  ,  anxiety  white  hot  as  it  burns  beneath  her  still  -  human  skin  .  fight  or  flight  kicks  in  ,  but  in  the  end  it  doesn't  matter  ;  he's  after  her  ,  and  he  doesn't  stop  until  his  claws  have  sunk  so  deep  into  her  flesh  that  she  can  feel  the  friction  as  his  claws  hit  bone  .  she's  outside  herself  ,  watching  as  a  far  more  instantaneous  transition  takes  place  than  the  one  she'd  really  gone  through  .  she  sees  her  form  shift  ,  a  beast  much  larger  than  her  own  cracking  her  bones  as  they  mold  into  a  waking  nightmare  .  peter  simply  laughs  .  ❝  emma  ,  ❞  he  taunts  ,  ❝  emmaaaa  . . .  ❞

she  awakens  screaming  ,  thrashing  violently  until  the  grounding  force  of  two  strong  hands  and  the  sound  of  andrei's  voice  calling  her  name  registers  within  a  panicked  psyche  .  ❝  what  -  he's  -  he  was  -  . . .  ❞  the  little  wolf  gasps  for  air  ,  arms  thrown  instinctively  around  the  man's  neck  as  she  clings  to  him  as  though  her  life  depends  on  it  .  ❝  i'm  sorry  -  i'm  sorry  to  wake  you  ,  sorry  ,  i  -  . . .  ❞  she  apologizes  profusely  ,  humiliated  by  the  volume  at  which  she  must  have  been  crying  out  .  ❝  bad  dream  . . .  i'm  sorry  . . .  ❞

[pcguelife]

closed // this was supposed to be way shorter than it is lol // @razorfst

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗡𝗢  𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗔𝗣  𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗟𝗬𝗖𝗔𝗡  abilities  which  lie  beneath  the  surface  in  order  to  hear  her  heart  beat  ;  it  roars  in  her  ears  and  restricts  the  column  of  her  throat  with  each  step  toward  the  cabin  .  the  brunette  knows  there  are  probably  eyes  on  her  already  ,  but  it  is  not  until  those  familiar  jade  hues  appear  that  her  breath  hitches  .  for  a  moment  , adriana  regrets  coming  .  five  hours  is  an  insane  drive  to  make  for  someone  who  may  not  even  want  to  see  her  .  but  cezar  had  seemed  to  believe  in  them  , to be rooting for them -  at  least  enough  to  let  her  in  on  the  cabin's  location  .  he'd  kept  it  from  her  ,  or  so  he'd  said  -  giving  the  young  wolf  enough  time  to  get  to  andrei  and  feel  out  the  situation  without  the  hindrance  of  another  ex  vying  for  his  affection  .

footsteps  come  to  a  gradual  halt  ,  a  good  few  yards  left  between  herself  and  the  man  she  -  still  -  loves  .  ❝  hi  ,  ❞  she  offers  ,  pulling  the  sunglasses  from  her  own  countenance  as  she  levels  an  unreadable  gaze  to  his  .  ❝  cezar  told  me  where  to  find  you  . . .  he  said  you  were  here for  a  week  .  ❞  for  anyone  else  it  would  seem  a  typical  vacation  .  but  for  a  man  as  busy  -  as  needed  -  as  andrei  ,  a  week  alone  is  a  sign  that  something  has  gone  horribly  wrong  .  it  had  simply  never  occurred  to  her  that  leaving  would  be  so  horrible  .  the  fight  had  been  awful  ;  after  so  much  effort  to  push  her  away  ,  adriana  had figured  it  would  be  easier  for  everyone  if  she  just  finally took  the  bait  and  left  .  she  hadn't  anticipated  ,  however  ,  the  crippling  heartbreak  that  would  apparently befall  them  both  once  she  did  .

she'd  waited  until  the  next  morning  ,  listening  out  for  andrei  to  leave  for  work  before  quickly  scribing  an  apologetic  letter  and  leaving  it  folded  on  his  pillow  .  she'd  gathered  her  things  quickly  ,  tearfully  thanking  each  staff  member  she  passed  on  her  way  out  of  the  penthouse  -  and  out  of  his  life  .  when  all  was  said  and  done  ,  it  only  took  her  about a  day  and  a  half  to  realize  how  badly  she'd  fucked  up  .  so  after  a  miniature  investigation  with  the  aid  of  her  sister  ,  here  she  is  ;  forcing  deep  breaths  and  preparing  herself  for  whatever  reaction  may  come  her  way  .  whatever  he  says  ,  whatever  he  does  ,  she  deserves  it  ;  adriana  knows  that  .  so  she  remains  rooted  in  place  ,  small  forelimbs  folding  over  her  torso  in  a  self  soothing  manner  .  ❝  i  was  kind  of  . . .  hoping  we  could  talk  .  ❞

[astoldbyfolkslore]

[ Hoshido ] - A synchronized dance that must be done by two people. To a slow and gentle melody, the pair moves with fluid purpose, evoking the image of a crane in flight.

It would be impossible to participate in every dance of the night, nor does Andrei exactly wish to. As such, as one dance comes to an end, he retires to the sidelines where several others already stood, sipping a drink while watching those remaining in the center.

The next song is a slow one, the dancers matching each others' movements as they raise their arms in delicate motions, traveling in a circular motion across the dance floor.

"It is quite an elegant dance, is it not?" he remarks to the young man beside him, "I do wonder how much these movements take inspiration from the culture from whence this piece comes."

He glances at his conversational partner as he speaks, but ultimately doesn't expect an answer to what amounts to empty small-talk. What are the odds that this man would know anything about one of the many dances seen tonight, after all?

Standing on the sidelines, for the majority of the night, Takumi had stood to the side. For a the fact that he either didn’t know them, or .. he didn’t want to possibly embarrass himself in front of dozens of others he doesn’t know. Just the mere thought, made him panic internally and nearly leave the party as a whole.

Watching the next dance with grave interest, his eyes seemed to have lighten up. Without a doubt, he could tell what dance was starting just by the slow movements, a slight smile forming upon his lips. It .. reminded him of home, more than anything else.

“ Indeed. It’s .. a very important, and .. meaningful dance. You’d be surprised … the hoshidan dance .. has several meanings behind it, actually. From .. the dancing itself, to the song choice, to even the sways. “

He couldn’t help but speak, a slight smile upon his lips, as he glanced at the follow patron. A small hum of amusement escaping from his lips, before resting a hand on his own hip. “ I haven’t done that dance in ages. “ Takumi spoke, before sighing for a moment, when an idea partly struck in his mind, turning to looking at the other. “ Want to learn it? It’s pretty easy. “ Between wanting to spread his culture, and dance himself, Takumi was torn.

[tvintedspvrkmoving]

closed // surprise starter based on their ttpd song // @razorfst

⸺  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧  𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬  𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  normal  ,  hung  up  phone  resting  in  one  palm  as  the  other  runs  through  tawny  tresses  .  all  things  considered  ,  the  call  hadn't  gone  as  horribly  as  she'd  expected  ;  but  then  ,  her  joke  probably  hadn't  helped  anything  .  small  hands  run  the  span  of  her  visage  ,  templed  over  her  nose  and  mouth  before  a  soft  giggle  bursts  from  pursed  lips  .  another  bubbles  up  a  moment  later  ,  followed  by  a  small  fit  of  laughter  as  a  sheepish  gaze  turns  toward  her  boyfriend  . 

❝  oh  come  on  ,  ❞  she  ribs  ,  crossing  the  room  to  slip  onto  his  lap  and  press  her  forehead  into  a  bearded  cheek  .  ❝  it  was  kind  of  funny  .  did  you  see  the  way  they  freaked  ?  i  really  had  them  thinking  i  was  pregnant  for  a  second  ;  you  can't  pretend  that's  not  funny  .  ❞  a  sigh  vibrates  pursed  lips  ,  hand  lifting  to  the  other  side  of  his  face  .  ❝  they  can't  get  to  you  ;  i  doubt  they'll  even  try  .  they  know  you're  not  fucking  around  with  security  .  ❞  

[ghstfacr]

closed // nah this had to be a starter lmao // @razorfst

⸺   𝐀   𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇   𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓   chiseled   muscle   as   her   chin   rests   atop   his   chest   ,   hooded   optics   peering   up   at   the   man   in   calm   ,   casual   challenge   .   ❝   it   just   sometimes   feels   like   (  . . .  )   you   look   at   me   and   i   can't   tell   if   you're   upset   .   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑   𝚒   𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢   .   ❞   the   huntress'   jaw   sets   as   lashes   flutter   ,   fighting   beyond   all   capability   not   to   allow   the   tears   which   threaten   to   pool   .   ❝   i   gave   up   a   lot   ,   andrei   (  . . .  )   i   made   my   best   friend   l e a v e   m e   b e h i n d   because   i   was   -   𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮   𝓲   𝓐𝓜   𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮   𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽   𝔂𝓸𝓾   .   i'm   sure   of   how   i   FEEL   about   you   .   ❞

her   countenance   bleeds   with   timid   apprehension   as   jules   wills   herself   to   continue   ,   𝕥𝕠   𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖   𝕥𝕙𝕖   𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟   𝕠𝕗   𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘   𝕤𝕙𝕖   𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤   𝕥𝕠   𝕤𝕒𝕪   and   get   it   off   her   chest   .   ❝   i   know   we   have   a   good   thing   here   ,   and   i   can   tell   you   think   so   too   ,   most   of   the   time   (  . . .  )   but   ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ   ɪ   ᴊᴜꜱᴛ   ᴡᴏʀʀʏ   ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ   ɪ'ᴍ   ᴛᴏᴏ   ᴍᴜᴄʜ   .   or   maybe   NOT ENOUGH   .   ❞

[ninocence]

october + november activity check

status - passed total points - 7 → 9

monthly skill point (october): reason (C+ ½ → B) monthly skill point (november): reason (B → B ½)

acquired (reason rank b): excalibur

[inkshadow]

random closed starter for @sunliights featuring ari and bella.

"babe, are you busy? i have to talk to you about something."

[ulircursed]

" . . . . . . alligator monster was new, though. it had to be the toughest enemy i've ever faced yet, at least. but there was a trick to it. as soon as that was clear, the rest wasn't so bad."

she'd looked for andrei almost as soon as everything was over, second only to looking for sir— er, kent. ( and mostly out of shyness, if she's to be honest. but seeing that he hadn't run her off when she'd found him was enough to make her feel better about talking to him. her heart beats just a little quicker. )

"anyway, i just wanted to find you and tell you . . . because," voice quiets, " . . . you were there, that time. so, you know how it went."

the titanus. its greatsword, the size and heft of mountains. its crushing force, the oppressive weight of the limitless space around them. unconsciously, caeldori's fingers tighten in the fabric of her sleeve, recalling the cycles upon cycles she's been back there in her dreams, geometric, brilliant blue lines running perpedicular across her periphery. " . . . do you still remember all that? tagzig? that strange machine we fought in the caves together?" a soft, pinched laugh, though not entirely humorless — if only because there was little else to greet the memory with save that and despair. and maybe to be sure she wasn't the only one. to be sure she wasn't crazy.

"i wondered. well, this ' arena ' was gifted to the school by the elementals. but where do they get these monsters, these ones we've only met in nightmares and fairytales? i heard some of the others even encountered the cervid . . . "

"...I do remember."

Too well, sometimes. In those dark, sleepless nights where his past plays out in the darkness, he recalls their fight together within the cavern, yes, but then, inevitably...

(A pegasus and a brave knight of the sky, cut down from the air by one swing of a great, shadowed sword. An archer, powerless to save the life of the first person he had come to call a friend.)

And yet, just as he had been, she too is given a chance to overturn the hands of fate. The curse and blessing of this land, to repeat their battles again and again and again, and perhaps, given fortitude, to find a different outcome. Andrei's voice is quiet, tremulous beneath the weight of the emotion pressing upon his words as he speaks next.

"But you've now emerged victorious. You faced the same peril, and you've overcome, this time."

He's struck, then, with the mad urge to reach out, to place his hand upon hers, as though to remind her, to remind himself, that she is still here. That what had happened in the past in this strange land is capable of being overturned, that their memories were all that's left of that time. That yes, they had faced it together, and that they would continue to face what comes in the future.

Except... no. The thought recoils from his mind nearly as soon as it enters. Caeldori is not Edain, not family for him to childishly cling to when his weakness dictates it. She is not even Lady Deirdre, to whom the trappings of etiquette seem all but meaningless. Caeldori is also of noble upbringing, and the thought of such an action will always be an absurd one. Has a few short years in Fódlan stripped him even of the propriety that he'd once taken such pride in?

The other topic she brings up is much safer (and truly, why did he not stick with this to begin with?), and after an unsteady pause, he latches onto it with the haste of one struggling to find solid ground to stand upon.

"The— the enemies that we fought were all unfamiliar to me," he says, "Though it is certainly possible they were conjured from the memories of another in our team. This arena must have been powered by our minds to some extent." After all, unlike the Projectionist's version within the storybook, they'd emerged from these trials without a single physical wound to show for it, despite how real the sensation of weaponry and spells had felt in the moment.

[razedhell]

tags pt. 11 - ravenna

[lupaeusmoved]

@razorfst

[lupaeusmoved]

closed // making this a thread too bc it's too soft not to be // @razorfst

⸺  𝗕𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗨𝗘𝗦  𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞  𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬  𝗜𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  ,  blinking lazily  as  they  adjust  to  the  muted sunlight  .  the  night  before  had  been  a  whirlwind  ,  another  fight  won  by  a  wide  margin  , and  cameras  immediately  trained  on  the  little  wolf  as  she'd  made  her  usual  sprint  from  the  front  row  all  the  way  into  andrei's  arms  .  between  the  roar  of  the  crowd  and  the  close  ups  during  her  boyfriend's  post  fight  interviews  ,  it  had  been  an  incredible  -  if  incredibly  exhausting  -  night  .

❝  morning  , babe ,  ❞  emma  murmurs  sleepily  as  she  feels  him  begin  to  stir  .  ❝  you  kicked  ass  last  night  . . .  ❞  a  serene  smile  threads  across  plush  lips  as  they  connect  with  his  cheek  ,  trailing  along  until  she's  reached  his  mouth  as  arms  loop  tight  around  his  neck  .  she's  about  to  allow  wandering  hands  to  take  off  on  a  path  of  their  own  ,  when  a  familiar  cry  rings  out  from  down  the  hall  .  ❝  i  think  that's  our  cue  ,  ❞  the  blonde  pouts  ,  doe  eyes  silently  requesting  andrei's  company  as  she  prepares  to  get  up  and  begin  the  morning  routine  with  a  trip  to  the  nursery  .

[saturnmused]

STARTER CALL ➥ ( @warender )

everyone in town knows that andrei bogdan has a choice of whoever he'd like, whenever he'd like ; it's a fact that he takes advantage of now & then. tonight it seems to be another one of those nights, as gaze finds her figure from across the room & the mafia boss realizes he can't look away. she's stunning, even from this distance, all dressed up for the occasion & he swears he's never wanted anyone more than this moment.

it would be a surprise if she doesn't know who he is, but he can work with just about any level of awareness. andrei waits for the right moment, & finally makes his way through the crowd between them to face her. she has an air of importance to her, just as he's sure he does ; his gaze stays on her facial features as he approaches, ever the gentleman. he plays the part, in mannerisms & appearance, never anything substantial - at least not at first. ❝ it's a pleasure to recognize such a beautiful woman in the crowd here, ❞ he starts, voice low. ❝ andrei. care for a drink ? ❞

[reprisalet]

@ulircursed ; continued from here.

he has no real opinion, just yet, but the impression he has from their previous encounter is favorable. someone who cares for a newborn animal is someone he is likely to think positively of. he tries, at least for now, not to reach his senses out too far into andrei's heart, as he knows some beorc find that—

invasive. that's the word, he thinks. surface level only, at least for now.

smiling, he offers a polite nod in return. politeness is a virtue, though it isn't one reyson prizes especially highly.

"so tell me," he begins, his tone light, "where are you from? i haven't been able to find much information on you at all, you know."