#behindicyblueeyes

[ivakir]

@behindicyblueeyes​​ sent: A completely accidental mistletoe..! ; send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose (accepting!)

"Oh no, Ilyas, someone hung a mistletoe here!" exclaimed Ivakir in fake surprise. "And we are standing right under it! What to do, what to do..." She shook her head as if it was a great misfortune. "Well, Ilyas, I'm afraid we will have to follow tradition, otherwise we will face, hic! a few days of misfortunes." 

  Ivakir acted decisively, like a drunken bull. There were many things she wouldn't do when she was sober. Being very, very close to Ilyas was one of those things. One hand on the right, the other on the left, and now Ilyas was cornered. Ivakir looked up at him and smiled, swaying drunkenly.

"Where is my gift, Ilyas? Where is at least my kiss? You never give me anything worthwhile, so at least kiss hic! me."

  There were other traditions as well. For example, people always drank champagne on a holiday. Iv didn't know why, but she followed this tradition. The champagne was light, made your head a little dizzy while you were drinking it like a juice and thinking "Ha, I am still sober!", until you wake up next morning and pray all gods and demons to end you sufferings. But these were problems of future Ivakir. Ivakir of now had more serious problems and mission. She must kiss Ilyas.

  Swaying drunkenly, Ivakir looked into Ilyas's eyes. There were many thoughts in her head: she shouldn't behave like that, and also that she was tall enough to reach Ilyas's face without effort.

"Come on. Do it. Or are you afraid? Yeeeeah, you are afraid,” she smiled wide, almost falling. It was clear that she was not trying to corner Ilyas, but not to fall herself. “You are afraid that the kiss will be so good that you will actually fall in love with me,” she laughed. “Oh man, it would be so funny!”

[ayakoito]

💋 ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

In theory, he didn't deserve it. At least not considering how he sometimes treated her. But knowing that something else lay dormant deep inside him, she seized the chance, grabbed Ilyas on both sides of his temple and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"It didn't happen," she said, referring to his own words.

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[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

🤫💬 ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

Ilyas wants a secret!

“I know you won’t thank me for saying it, nor will you believe me, but I think you’re actually very handsome. So much so that when we were trapped in the elevator......I imagined, or even fantasized I suppose, about you kissing me....”.

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[iincantatorum]

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“Hm-mm.”

The response might have lead to believe there wasn’t actually a whole lot of interest from Ilyas’ part to have this conversation and in a way, that was true. It wasn’t so much because he wasn’t interested in talking about magic and its possibilities. He did love those kind of things and it was a topic even worth conversing with a stranger about. However, this particular topic – the dead and them living on somehow – just happened to be way painful.

That wasn’t a thing he would admit. Hell, Ilyas would not even admit this to himself, let alone to someone he didn’t know. He hadn’t come to this bar for such thing. He’d come to drink. It was the only thing he ever did and it surely was a lot more fruitful than admitting things to yourself.

Short term, at least.

He shrugged, staring down at his empty glass. “Some people don’t have a legacy yet.” Maybe it was the alcohol that caused him to say just a little more than he had intended to. “Men die,” he just repeated then, as if to make it permanent. 

“Never too late to start a legacy when you’re still living,” he was quick to reply, now glancing over and looking at him carefully. One can assume that there was a certain concern in Brent’s eyes for the man.

“Are you still in mourning?”

Brent won’t force a conversation if the other did not wish to have it. As unapologetic as he can be, he can read social cues and will not spend his energy at places where it won’t be appreciated or yet, tolerated. Not everyone had the gall or capacity to talk about the topic, so he remained silent for a few seconds. 

That led to a rather awkward silence, or yet he thought that it was.

“Life is everything. If you’re alive, then you can still conquer anything you set your mind to. That is what I believe.”

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[thesunsingsforthem]

“That’s the weirdest plant I’ve ever seen.” ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

“FEEEEED me, Seymour!” Amdis quipped, picking up a nearby stick to poke at the strange plant. “You’re right though, never seen something like this, and I’ve studied my fair share of biology.”  It was mostly veterinarian practice, but still. The plant’s responses to the physical contact were mostly non existent except for near the top where a venus fly trap looking... thing rested, but super sized. There, it tried to close around the stick, though Amdis kept snapping it back before it could, seeming to be amused by the plant’s quick reactions. “Careful to keep limbs and pets inside the ride at all times, just in case it’s got a taste for flesh. I wonder if it’s even a real plant though, and not just some out-of-control Halloween decoration several months early.”

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

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Ilyas took several seconds to look at the woman, one of his eyebrows slightly edged upwards. “My apologies.” Then he cleared his throat.

“Oh! It’s you!” He gasped, placing a hand on his chest, where his heart was supposed to be. “Being in your presence is like being touched by angels. What a blessing.”

Her nose wrinkled with a little sour smile. “And just like that, I’ve had enough of you for another two years. Still living on the street?”

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

“Cats are prickly fucks.” ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

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I know it’s from a meme, but I’m too lazy to look it up at the moment

Joanna gasped as she held the cat she’d found.  “You can’t talk about my baby like that!” she said.  She looked at the cat.  “Don’t listen to him.  He doesn’t know what you’re talking about” she said in a low voice.  

At this point, the cat got tired of being held by her, and made a meowing sound, so she put him down.  He promptly walked off.  

[marie-dufresne]

The New Mistress

It was a horrifying time for the Dobrescu family. 

Huddled in a damp jail cell in the dungeon of an unknown prison, the children clung to their mother, frightened and confused, while her ladyship gave an uncertain promise that everything would be alright. 

They hadn’t been fed in days and while her two oldest were silent, the little one clung to her, asking, “Where’s Papá?” 

Marie Dobrescu lied. She never lied, least of all to her children, but in that cell she lied and told them she didn’t know where Papá was and that he’d come to rescue them soon. But he wouldn’t. She knew it, her son knew it. 

Lord Feliks Dobrescu was dead. He wasn’t coming to save them.

She didn’t know what happened to the other noble families after the conquering of her country. She remembered shielding the eyes of her children as best she could as they were pushed into a jailer’s carriage, the palace grounds littered with bodies. Some wore breeches and coats, some gowns. She didn’t know who was alive and who was dead. She didn’t know why. 

And she didn’t know why her family had been spared. 

After a few days, she was pulled from the cell, her screams ignored when an armed guard slammed the barred door shut, cutting her off from the three children who all cried with their arms outstretched, reaching for their mother.

She was thrown into a carriage again, this time one with cushions, and when they arrived at a palace that did not belong to her people. she was ushered in through the servants quarters until she was dumped in a bedchamber befitting of her status (or former status? She wasn’t sure.) and ordered, by a rather disgruntled maid, to strip. 

A bath came next, one she desperately needed, but she couldn’t enjoy it for a moment, the question of what is happening to my children, repeating on her lips, but no one would answer her. 

After the bath she was dressed, her hair coiffed, and she was set with jewels that could very well have come from her own jewelry boxes. 

When the maid was satisfied with her work, she nodded. 

“Come. Now you are fit to see the king.”

Marie did not speak this language well, but she recognized the word king well enough and she took a deep breath. What could their king possibly want with her?

When she arrived before him, she barely began her curtsey before he stood, addressing her in a tongue common to the both of them. 

“Lady Marie Dobrescu,” he began, his arms opened in a welcoming gesture that chilled her blood. He was an attractive man, just over forty perhaps, but he’d ordered the execution of her people, of her husband, and she felt less than comfortable in his presence. 

“Your reputation precedes you, Marie. You are every bit as beautiful as the gossips have said.”

It took her a moment to speak, unsure of how to conduct pleasantries with a man who had locked her children up to starve.

“I thank you, your majesty,” she replied with a light smile, “it is an—an honour to be in your presence today.” 

He gave a light chuckle circling her and agreeing. 

“I have no use for small talk, Lady Dobrescu, and if you wish to keep your title, you’ll do well to listen to what I have to say.” 

Her lips pursed lightly and she bit back the noise her throat wanted to make. She had no choice but to hear him, did she? 

“Your husband—I hear he died begging not for his life, but for yours, is that right?” 

Holding her head as high as all five feet of her would allow, Marie stared at him, unblinking. 

“Family is worth more than gold in my country,” she replied, ice nipping at the heels of her words. 

The king laughed again, catching her chin in his hand and leaning in close to her face. 

“I thought you might say that. That is why you will be mine starting today.” 

With a light stagger, Marie stepped back, though there was nothing to catch herself on and it took her a few more steps to regain her balance. 

“I beg your pardon.”

But his majesty did not feel obligated to explain his desire, waving her insult away and continuing. “You will be mine and I will move your children here, with you. They will pampered, educated, and if I do not tire of you, I will make them good matches as they come of age. They will want for nothing.” 

Acid flashed in her eyes and she resisted the urge to raise her hand to slap him, knowing if he did, she may very well lose that hand. 

“My children will forever want for their father!” 

“And if you refuse me, you will be mine by force and I will shoot your brats inside your bedchamber.” 

Her mouth shut immediately. 

The king smiled, taking her hand in his and laying a gentle kiss on her knuckles, lips lingering as he gave her an authoritative squeeze. 

“I thought so, my dear.” 

Marie’s hand trembled when he released her and she bowed her head in defeat. She was too weak, too frightened to think properly, to resist in any way. 

Gesturing to a man who had stood silent thusfar, the king directed her attention to him. She hadn’t noticed him before, but he terrified her. Maybe it was his height that intimidated her, or the sour look he carried.  

“Consider this man your shadow from this day forward. Touch another man and I’ll take your head.”

Marie’s jaw set. Touch another man. She’d not been widowed a week, had been forced to become mistress to a conquering king within a ten minute conversation, and he was concerned about her seeking the comforts of other men? 

Lunatic. 

“And my children?” 

His majesty gave her a bored look that told her this conversation was through and he sighed, an annoyed tone clear in his tone. 

“You will be reunited before dinner. Now go. I have no use for you right now.”

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[brckencrownss--a]

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Nareena remembered her parents speaking with she and her siblings about their decision to hire new palace staff, including private guards for each of them. Unlike her twin, she didn’t make a fuss about it. Although she could’ve done without someone following her around from morning to dusk, she wasn’t bothered about it. So, she accepted it.

As the days went on, she had completely forgotten about their decision until a few afternoons later when she was summoned by the King and Queen to meet the new staff members including the individual who would be responsible for her life. After all introductions were said and done and it were just the two of them, Nareena took a step back to observe the male.

“You’re certainly going to be a job.” She mused a loud before turning to head down the corridor back to her studio. “ I assume you’ve been filled in on me and my schedule correct?” She asked as she continued to walk, not bothering to check behind her. If he wasn’t behind her, she knew he was near enough to still be able to hear her.

[xgoldenhour]

’ i need to know if it’s a trap. ’ ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

“You think everything’s a trap, Illyas.”

[ivakir]

@behindicyblueeyes​ is a sexy retired rockstar ; from here

Ilyas’ eyebrow rose at that comment as he looked at Viv. All over his face, she would be able to read the confusion. He glanced from her down to himself and how he looked today – which he did not think was particularly different from other times? – and then back to the witch again.

In Ilyas’ opinion, looking like a retired rock star wasn’t anything bad. Rock was one of the little things in life he could appreciate and the people responsible for its existence at least deserved a little bit of respect. Viv, however, seemed to always have an opinion on everything and most of the time, that opinion was not one Ilyas shared. He expected this to be the case now too, but still found her difficult to read. The silence between them grew for a moment more, until he finally broke it.

“..I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

"Don't make such a face. It wasn't me who came up with it, but the feedback I get from clients. Take a look!"

  Ivakir showed Ilyas the screen of her phone and the first thing Ilyas could see was a huge number of hearts and exclamation marks. Sexy! Send him again! My heart has never beaten like this! I tried to invite him for tea, but he refused, he is so cold-hearted and cool!

"And so on," Ivakir put her phone away and grinned. “I didn't expect you to be so popular among these ladies. But I can see what they like so much,” Ivakir looked Ilyas from head to toe. "Firstly, your face. You never smile. Some women like it. Secondly, your expression. You look like you can smash a bottle on someone’s head, but at the same time, there is in your eyes some light that says you don't mind baking and that you love animals. Third, your style. I don’t know why, but many women like this dirty, hobo style. I don’t understand what is so attractive about it,” she snorted, but not angrily. "Well, Biryuk. You're the new sex symbol. I never thought it would work that way.”

[ayakoito]

‘ anything you wanna tell me? promise i won’t freak out. ’ ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

"Anything you want to tell me?"

Resting her head on her hands, she looked at Ilyas, waiting. "What could I possibly have to tell you that would require you to promise not to freak out? My life isn't that horrible."

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[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

slurred words pls? ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

Kit getting all drunky/talky:

“Lemme tell you....that guy, Mr No-name, has some ssserious self-image issues goin’ on. I don’t know what it is, but.....it’s like he wants everyone to hate him or something. Even though he’s really actually very moral and good. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes too, especially when he smiles - not that he does (hic) very often but.....

And the way he spoke about his sister? That was just.......totally adorable!

So...he’s tall, good-looking, caring, does what’s right....I just don’t get what his problem i with himself..........”.

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[iincantatorum]

“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ” ~BehindIcyBlueEyes

“It’s getting more difficult for me to be happy nowadays,” Delia confessed in a low tone, partly hoping Ilyas did not overhear her. She did not expect to meet up with him again in church. None of them belonged there, at least she did not think so. She had a job of an exotic dancer that people judged, but she needed it because there was an incredible amount of debt left by her father.

“I don’t want to drink,” she added. “My father left us due to that very ailment, it affects me greatly when I smell alcohol on people’s breaths, but I do my best to push past it.” She was silent then, looking at the pew and sighing. It’s been a while since she visited her past, but figured it’s because she was in a holy place and that is why she felt her guard down. 

“I know alcohol cannot bring me any happiness, that is for sure.”

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[sleepinggrigori]

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Sometimes, people could be extremely aggravating. Ilyas had not been bothering anyone, and yet, it seemed that one of them had made it their purpose to bother him. He readied himself to just step around the chap – or do something worse, if he had to – but something in his facial expression changed slightly, just for a moment, when the guy pointed at the lake behind them.

Damn. Had he not been careful enough? Had someone actually spotted him doing things most did not think were possible at all? No. He was just going to have to bluff his way out of this.

An eyebrow raised. “What the hell are you talking about?” Ilyas glanced over his shoulder at the water. It looked like nothing out of the ordinary. Looking back at the stranger, he huffed. “What have you been smoking?”

“Nothing, I know what I saw.“ Xander wore his grin. Already, the guy seemed annoyed, but who could blame him? If some stranger walked up claiming Bee was magic, of course he would deny everything too. What havoc would come of that news getting out to some rando? At best, he’d be laughed out of the industry, and at worst, who knows what Bee would do. But with someone who knew what they were talking about? Things changed.

“Listen, I have magic too.“ No need to specify what form that magic took. “I saw you enchanting the lake; I just want to know how you did it. I haven’t had the good luck to meet anyone who can do that yet. We’re rare, you know? I just want to learn.“

[thesunsingsforthem]

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Amdis grinned even more, turning to very specifically stare at Ilyas while he poked the plant again, though he did move his hand back quickly just in case. “Don’t do what?” He chuckled then, amused at himself and the situation in general, but gave Ilyas a shrug. “Eh, I’m not worried about me. If you’re scared though, feel free to back up a couple steps. I won’t judge! Much.” A flicker of a frown crossed his face at the odd sound, however, and he tilted his head to look at the plant quizzically. “Huh. Now... i’m hesitant to say a plant could make noise, since it would need something approximating vocal cords and i’m not sure where those would be on this thing, but unless you’re an accomplished ventriloquist... it did kinda sound like this thing just giggled at you.”