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             giselle  had  never  been  quiet  on  her  admiration  of  things ,    and  animals  were  truly  one  of  the  things  she  loved  the  most  .     smiling  brightly  up  at  the  queen  ,    the  french  princess  spoke  up  once  more  .    ❝     oh  ?    i  see  .    well  ,     i’ve  always  enjoyed  animals  myself  .    though  i  must  admit  none  of  mine  are  so  big  as  this  darling  .    have  you  any  yourself  ?     ❞

‘   indeed,   i   had   a   great   many   as   a   girl.   my   father   used   to   make   a   joke   of   it,   call   me   skjora   –––   magpie.   it   was   as   if   i   collected   them;   wherever   i   went   the   animals   seemed   to   follow,   ’   anine   recalled,   her   dark   eyes   dreamy   and   swept   in   the   tide   of   memory.   images   of   childhood   flickered   before   her   for   a   brief   moment,   though   the   queen   managed   to   pull   herself   back   to   reality   with   the   softest   of   smiles.   ‘   it   feels   as   though   it   were   a   lifetime   ago.   ’

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niels   frederiksen.     ( @nielsofdanes )

‘   your   majesty,   ’   anine   says,   her   voice   filled   to   the   brim   with   an   unparalleled   kind   of   warmth.   and   she’s   brilliant   –––   the   sight   of   a   familiar   face   enough   to   evoke   the   softest   of   smiles   from   her.   ‘   you   are   a   very   difficult   man   to   track   down,   ’   she   teases   affectionately,   her   otherwise   tense   posture   visibly   relaxing   in   the   presence   of   a   friend.

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a  verdant  stare  observes  and  dissects  ;  she  is  a  WOMAN  KING  at  the  helm  of  battle.  &&  it  is  a  dishonor  to  condemn  her  to  a  space  of  secrecy.  his  men  look  on  in  peculiar  bewilderment,  their  synapses  brimming  with  disquiet.  it’s  a  form  of  illegality  he  fails  to  respect  ––  a  classless  offense  he  supposes  aristocratic  values  cannot  fathom.  but  he  is  roguish  rabble,  and  exists  to  tempt  the  boundaries.  by  the  time  his  soldier  swings  his  sword  the  way  you  would  a  ponderous  battle  axe,  he  bears  no  faith  in  an  exacting  victory.  they  underestimate  her  skill  ––  their  lacerating  gaze  harboring  more  interest  in  the  act  of  unlacing  garments  than  calculating  footwork.  &&  she’s  going  to  demolish  him  for  it.  she  moves  with  honed  fluidity,  each  motion  a  corresponding  compliment  of  the  last.  what  she  lacks  in  brute  strength  is  made  up  thrice  in  a  swift  silhouette.  rapid  and  deliberate,  a  mountainous  man  is  brought  down,  spine  crashing  to  earth.  the  outskirt’s  prowling  wolves  are  a  mixture  of  howling  laughter  and  apprehensive  glances.  until  her  mouth  parts  to  scathe  the  man  through czech  teeth,  he  is  the  amused  alpha  leading  the  pack.

but  it  fades  ;  an  echoing  chuckle  executed  by  reignited  recollection.  a  mental  defense  scrabbles  to  repair  sudden  detachment,  to  rebuild  the  tomb  where  the  wounded  shrapnel  of  cerebrum  resides.  perhaps  if  he  shut  his  eyes,  a  tome  will  take  her  rapier’s  place,  and  her  rebellious  chapters  can  lull  him  back  to  contented  death.  she  did  not  play  the  part  of  his  JUDGE  JURY  EXECUTIONER,  but  lived  to  glimpse  the  conclusion  of  its  censure  ;  his  broken  body  &&  bruised  soul  result  of  strategic  sacrifice.  his  voice,  now  altered  by  a  personal  dose  of  pandemonium,  dismisses  all  but  her  upon  gruff  command.  ❛  congratulations,  ❜  he carps,  toe  of  his  boot  granting  the  felled  participant’s  a  sharp  jab,  ❛  you’ve  been  demoted.  ❜  apathetic  irises  ensnare  her.  he  should  depart  himself,  before  she’s  armed  with  acute  awareness  of  the  beacon  of  benevolence  she’d  been  for  a  tortured  man.  she  is  a  daughter  of  bohemia  ;  adversary  &&  savior.  yet  he  studies  with  intense  resolve,  her  striking  features  no  longer  a  mirage  of  shadowed  cells.  ❛  byl  jsem  mrtvý  než  jsi  dokončil  tu  knihu.  ❜

combination   of   tunnel   vision   and   rage   are   quick   to   dissipate,   and   she’s   summoned   back   into   her   body   without   a   moments   notice.   viridescent   eyes   shift   uneasily   around   the   canopied   clearing,   the   thunderous   cries   of   wolves   and   the   baring   of   teeth   overwhelming   the   senses.   there   was   cold   comfort   in   victory,   it   seemed.   could   she   even   enjoy   the   taste   of   it   on   her   tongue?   she   slowly   turns,   gaze   eventually   captured   by   his   own;   verdant   hues   a   sort   of   anchor   for   nikita   as   she   steadies   jagged   breath.   he   draws   her   in   with   nothing   more   than   that.   the   silence   between   them,   all   at   once,   is   soft   like   velveteen.

brows   knit   together   at   the   sound   of   her   native   tongue   –––   while   the   mind   recognized   each   word   that   fell   from   his   lips,   the   ear   was   fooled   by   muddled   cadence.   vagabond   intonations   play   on   natural   curiosities,   piqued   for   future   questioning;   something   recognizably   heavy   stirs   within   her   chest,   and   she   holds   no   doubts   about   such   an   instance   in   their   futures.   ‘   o čem to mluvíš?   ’   she   asks   of   him,   with   a   conjured   ignorance   splayed   across   her   features.   though,   it   was   in   narrowed   eyes   that   such   deception   faltered,   various   suspicions   already   plaguing   mind   and   memory.   there   had   been   so   many   faces   –––   while   she   considered   herself   apt   at   recollection,   it   appeared   his   face   had,   for   a   time,   slipped   from   her   mind   as   water   would   from   fingers.   nikita   steps   forward,   slowly   moving   to   close   the   gap   which   stood   between   them.   eyes   remain   narrowed   as   she   stands   before   him,   and   a   coldness   seeps   into   her   bones   as   the   floodgates   of   memory   are   freed.   the   mind   is   hazy   yet,   but   there   is   a   place   for   him   in   it’s   depths.

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ooc   //   ya   girl   is   finally   finished   with   her   exams  !   and   she   didn’t   die  !