Iskron:

iskron​:

Rasmus has never been a flirt but there is something about Mayu that makes it so remarkably easy to talk to them sweetly. Full of affection. Or rather new found interest –

No. He isn’t going to fall in love. He knows. He is not made for relationships and love. He is made for boring state banquets and meetings with foreign dignitaries that lasted so long it should be illegal. Alas he is losing focus.

❝ Whatever Lantsov. ❞

He smirks, well aware Nikolai and his brother will always quarrel about anything really. It’s a product of their upbringing. He’s happy they’re even talking to each other still. Hell, they’ve even tried to be brothers lately. Real brothers. Rasmus cannot imagine how they’ve pulled it off but they have.

❝ A miracle indeed. My ribs are still pretty sore, though. ❞

Behind them, Vasily looks like as if he wants to start crying. He left work for this? His brother said it was a family emergency. Not that his need for alcohol isn’t one but still …

He exhales a weary sigh. He could have finished those budget reports in time before tomorrow. He’d have to pull another eighteen hour shift again then. Great. He lets himself get dragged into the kitchen, past his pale, sick boy of a cousin, a light-hearted eye roll is all he manages to do. At least he can drown his sorrows in Vodka now.

❝ I hope there is – ❞

Vasily stops in track, his hand flying to the lapels of his suit to smooth them out. He hasn’t had the time to change from his business attire because Nikolai had quite literally dragged him out of office and into his car. He turns to his cousin as Nikolai converses with the unknown roommate, his glance saying it all. Ohhh you didn’t tell us you have a girlfriend now?

Rasmus gestures for Vasily to sit down on the divan before hurrying off to grab the glasses and return with them. He needs a drink now if he wants to survive Nikolai’s subtle questions about his in fact non-existent love life. Mayu Kir-kaat. A no one. Perfect to protect him. Not many would be asking questions where they came from or what their apparent relation to Rasmus is but Nikolai does such things. Vasily is the quiet observer in the back, almost absently sipping on his Vodka as he watches and learns. He is a master at reading people, always has been. In a way, she’s similiar to Nikolai he finds. They adapt easily to their environment, toying with words as if they were the fountain of their power.

❝ Kolya, please. Drink. Here. How is aunt Tatiana doing these days? Is uncle Alexander still sick? ❞

❛ Your auntie is doing wonderful. I’m afraid I cannot say the same about Alexander though. ❜ Nikolai takes a sip of his vodka but doesn’t say anything more. For now. 

Mayu is sitting on the sofa across from the Lantsov siblings. A quiet observer. She can already tell Nikolai isn’t fond of his father. Or his parents at all. He must have a strained relationship with his mother as he call her Ramus’ auntie. No MOTHER, no MOM.  He called his father by his first name. No FATHER, no DAD, not even a YOUR UNCLE. He hates the guy, Mayu notes. And Vasily—— Well, from what the bodyguard heard from the other side of the door earlier, he’s afraid to disappoint the man but still calls him Dad. 

❛ As always Mother dear is deploying great efforts to achieve her dreams for grandkids. She usually gets like that around Christmas so she’s a couple months early on her schedule this time. I did remind her of the process of baby making  I N   D E T A I L, in case she thought babies grew in trees since she’s not getting any younger after all, you know. I thought i had stunned her for a while but as soon as i was done with my version of the birds and the bees speech, she took her damn phone and set up A   P L A Y D A T E  with the Taban girl. Not the oldest one, thank god! Because we all vividly remember that  D I S A S T E R, a few years back, when that b— i mean, lovely lady threatened to sue poor Vasya because he’d gotten so drunk out of nervousness —and boredom!— he’d spilled his drink on her. ❜

❛ Suing someone for a date gone wrong seems a little…extreme. ❜ Mayu commented, leaving all the room in the conversation for Nikolai to rant about the situation because, clearly, that’s what he needs. 

❛ Nothing is  T O O   E X T R E M E  for the Taban family. All of them are hella extra. And I don't expect Makhi’s little sister to be anything less than a diva. I googled her. She used to be a model! Look!  ❜ He’d grabbed his phone, quickly opened his bookmarks and got up to shove it in Rasmus’ hands. He begins pacing in the living-room and ranting again, his drink in hand. ❛ And she’s to be an intern at Lantsov Corporation, can you imagine??  I bet she’ll have nothing else to talk about than her G L O R Y   D A Y S  or whatever. I can’t believe mom would think she’d be a great fit for me! I mean, granted we both hot as fuck, but man you can’t base a relationship on how hot both parties are! There’s a reason I don't work there. And I don’t want my partner to keep reminding me of the HUGE BULLET I dodged. ❜ He stops in his track to turn to his brother. ❛ No offense, brother. This is just not my thing. ❜

Mayu leans in to have a look at the pictures on Nikolai’s phone that Rasmus is now holding. Their shoulders are touching now. The girl in the pictures is stunning. Long dark hair frames an angelic face with big doe eyes. Sweet. That’s the first word that comes to mind when she looks at the model. Everything i’m not. There’s something about that one picture where the girl isn’t dressed so humbly that catches her eye. There’s something about the model’s eyes… Mayu needs to have a closer look. Before they realize it, her hand reaches to grab the phone. Fingers brushes against Rasmus’. She’s fighting herself not to withdraw their hand as soon as it happens. It wouldn’t be natural. It wouldn’t add up with the fact they’d been living together. She gently picks up the phone from her roommate’s fingers, smoothly and naturally withdrawing from the touch once the phone is in their hands. She’d apologize later for invading his space.

queenofdarkestshadows​:

❝Of course he didn’t…he must have simply misplaced her.❞ Zoyas tone was mocking, her blue eyes amused at Genya’s quick reaction and defending Alina. She rolled her blue eyes as she leaned against the door frame, acting all bored and uninterested. When Genya finally stopped talking, Zoya took a pause before she finally spoke. ❝ Oh, are you done? Sorry I wasn’t paying attention once you started to ramble of our scared, whinnying Sun Summoner.❞ She shrugged, as if that was a normal reaction. Of course, in truth, she did memorize every single word Genya said and it only made her more annoyed she was out of the secret.

❝Scared girls have no place in a war. Maybe it’s time for Darkling to see that. ❞ She staightened up. ❝Well, yes. I believe that was his name. We have a more serious mission that look for little girls. Why are so surprised, jealous Safin? It must be exhausting to forever stay in the Palace and playing dress ups while the grownups actually do something important.❞

Genya frowned, hands on her hips, at Zoya’s bored look. She knew the girl was listening to her still so there was literally no point of acting this way. A good soldier knew when to shut up and listen. Especially listen and act like you didn’t bother nor deem the information of interest when in fact it was. A huge part of those war games started with unintentionally spilled information during daily conversations with people you thought you could trust. ❛Like it or not, Alina is needed for Ravka to prosper. ❜ The redhead replied before frowning as Zoya said the captain was indeed Sturmhond. Why would the Darkling work with a man like this? What was it that he needed from a bloody privateer? She rolled her eyes, trying to appear unhurt but Zoya’s last words had stung more than expected. ❛ I’m done playing dress-up. ❜ She said, her voice soft but confident. ❛ I’ve done my part for my people. ❜ She proudly smoothed her bright red kefta with her hands before looking up to the squaller. ❛ We all have our part to play, do we, dear Zoya? I have good faith in your abilities to get what we need from Sturmhond. ❜      

@iskron  ;) 

Any YA fantasy enthusiasts would have argued that being bodyguard to the Crown Prince of Norway was a d r e a m   j o b. For Mayu Kir-Kaat, it was H e l l. But she was willing to go through Hell to spare their mother from drowning in debts. 

The bodyguard hadn’t said a word since they’d pick their new assignement up at the airport. The only words she’d spoken was Mr Fluff when Prince Rasmus had asked what was the name of the dog in the car. And no smoking in the car when he’d attempted to do so. 

Now, they were setting up their living space, which was way too luxurious to be that of two ordinary students but Mayu kept quiet on the matter. They weren’t the one in charge of those arrangements. Their job was to make sure the royal was still breathing. Though that could prove to be a heavy task considering he was a smoker. 

She was emptying her single suitcase in her new room (thrice the size of the one they had back home!) and placing the clothes in the closet (twice the size of their old room!) while Mr Fluff was rolling on the bed (king-sized!) playing with his favorite toy.

❛ Home sweet home.❜ Mayu sighed, with no enthusiasm whatsoever, falling onto the bed. She was going to be living with a Crown Prince for the entire duration of the latter’s studies. How exciting, they thought. At least, the pay is good, another voice reminded her, which seemed to make things bearable for now.

I LOVE Y’ALL SO SO MUCH <333

@couronnez there <3

❛ I’ve never been here. ❜ Ehri admits, picking up the card from the table. It’s not that she doesn’t have the money for those fancy places, she does, it’s just that she never went out much on her own to explore places like this. Her family is very protective of her. It’s a miracle she even got to work somewhere else than the family business. LANTSOV CORPORATION still doesn’t align with her values but it’s still a breath of fresh air for now. She gets to see new faces, meet new people. Hell! She’s even about to have coffee WITH THE CEO! Don’t flatter yourself, a voice whispers to her, he’s just apologizing for spilling coffee on you earlier. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have payed attention to you. She manages to push back those thoughts and smile. ❛ You come here often? ❜    

G U I D E L I N E S

Key, 25+ she/her

psa: this blog is mostly to host my blogroll (pinned post). i’m not roleplaying with this specific blog because all my muses have been moved to separate sideblogs. but all follow backs do come from braveandunbreakable.

MY RP BLOGS (all sideblogs):

[FAE] my headcanon-based portrayal of MOR & AZ & RAYA (az’s mother) & RIYA (rhys’ sister) from the A.COTAR series (high activity)

[ANGELS/VAMPIRES] my fandomless and headcanon-based take on SAGE & JESSALYN (high activity) and my canon-divergent portrayal of KATHERINE (currently inactive, on demand) from TVD novels by lj smith

[CURSED WITCH] my fandomless and headcanon-based THORN from s.cooby doo. (high activity)

my fandomless witch lost fae princess and damned soul NYX (low activity)

[VAMPIRE] LISSA (+ avery) from VA by richelle mead (currently inactive)

[IMMORTAL] CALYPSO (on demand) a muse inspired by greek mythology, the fairytale of the little mermaid by hans christian andersen & the novel the invisible life of addie larue by v.e. schwab

[G.RISHAVERSE] GENYA (low activity), ULLA (medium activity), EHRI, MAYU, MAKHI (low activity)