iskron

[iskron]

❝ Forged from ice. Molded from sacred ashes.❞

. /    ISKRON

an independent & selective Rasmus Grimjer roleplay blog from the Grishaverse and Shadow & Bone. Lovingly crowned by Van. Medium activity. Plot heavy and headcanon based.

Rules || Interest Tracker || Muse & Verses

[iskron]

            * . ´     𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑴 𝑫𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑹𝒀𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑰𝑭 𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺.

     by clicking the source link you’ll find 153 gif icons (80x80) of 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑴 𝑫𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑹𝒀𝑽𝑬𝑹 on season three of wtfock. i made these from scratch so do not add any of these in your own icons packs or claim as your own. i’ll update this eventually. like/reblog if you found this useful. my commissions are open in case you’re interested in making one.

[iskron]

𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.      ( feel free to change pronouns, potentially triggering, read & reblog with caution. )

’ i look like my mother and she looked like the enemy. ‘

’ i’ve never been welcomed here. ‘

‘ keep a pencil in your hand. or else someone will put a rifle in it instead. ‘

‘ i spent years thinking i’d find a way out. ‘

‘ i’m old enough to know the only way out, is through. ‘

‘ well, i need someone to take the fall for my petty crimes, that’s all. ‘

‘ we learned some good life lessons back then. ‘

‘ one: don’t cry in public. ‘

‘ she/he/they isn’t like you. no one is. ‘

‘ you’re the one of us who believes in a higher power. ‘

‘ when i get the nerves the night before i like to have a good tumble with a stranger. ‘

‘ you don’t seem like the type to do what they should. ‘

‘ well, turns out they do need me, so. ‘

‘ you’re a terrible shot. ‘

‘ when i was young, i had nightmares about it. ‘

‘ if it goes wrong, come back. you’ve lost enough already. ‘

‘ i’ll find my way back to you, promise. ‘

‘ don’t you want to know if you’re grisha? ‘

‘ if i can’t crack this, none of us are going anywhere. ‘

‘ maybe i won’t be here when you get back. ‘

‘ what are you? ‘

‘ that’s why i’m here, isn’t it? ‘

‘ they’re all gone. it’s my fault. ‘

‘ is it true? can you summon light? ‘

‘ when they realize their mistake, what do you think they’ll do to her/him/them? ‘

‘ i know her/him/them better than anyone does. ‘

‘ i don’t know where this letter will find you. but you must’nt worry about me. ‘

‘ i am perfectly capable of washing myself. ‘

‘ don’t change my eyes. ‘

‘ i’m almost as rare as you. ‘

‘ sentimental. we’ll work on that too. ‘

‘ i can’t go in front of the king, i need more time. ‘

‘ know that when i told you about true north, i was talking about you. ‘

‘ black is his color. not mine. ‘

‘ tell me, are you so anxious to be like everyone else? ‘

‘ it would be nice to know what the feels like, someday. ‘

‘ time for a heist. ‘

‘ you managed to win us over, didn’t you? ‘

‘ training is good. well, i think it’s going well. ‘

‘ where you are doesn’t matter nearly as much as who you’re with. ‘

‘ when there’s something you want, better to act without thinking than think without acting. ‘

‘ i’ve always wanted to travel the world. ‘

‘ i like seeing you this way, i want you to be careful. ‘

‘ you never compliment anyone to their face. ‘

‘ aren’t you supposed to be scouting our way out? ‘

‘ what do you think i’m doing? ‘

‘ i think you’re flirting with that stable hand. ‘

‘ tell me, what makes one carriage faster than the other? ‘

‘ the right answer is their is no right answer. ‘

‘ it’s the horse that makes the difference. ‘

‘ no human being should be as proud as you are right now. ‘

‘ you think that’s what it is? just a trick? ‘

‘ you don’t want to keep it in your pocket for too long. ‘

‘ i’m sorry that it took me this long to see you. ‘

‘ i prefer to travel alone. ‘

‘ i’m afraid we can’t let that happen. ‘

‘ you stick with us, everybody gets what they want. ‘

‘ i’m not being anyone’s captive ever again. ‘

‘ it was my power keeping you warm. ‘

‘ you won’t get far out here without it. ‘

‘ if i wanted you dead, i would have slowed your heart instead of speeding it up. ‘

‘ you intend to kill me! ‘

‘ why would you save me? ‘

‘ so there is a brain inside all that muscle. ‘

‘ you used to call on me, on times like this. ‘

‘ when your table was messy and your bed was neat. ‘

‘ i am a witch hunter and you are a witch. ‘

‘ you made him afraid. now he wants you to fear him. ‘

‘ you’re the one who taught me how to kill, mother/father. ‘

‘ i taught you so you could protect yourself. ‘

‘ we need to teach them how to fight. ‘

‘ i forbid it. now, do you hear me? ‘

‘ it’s dangerous to go looking for the dead. ‘

‘ what you see may haunt you for the rest of your days. ‘

‘ maybe. just maybe. greed is a poor motivator. ‘

‘ true wealth is the friends you make along the way. ‘

‘ i should just tear this down now. ‘

‘ i will go north in the night. ‘

‘ no. this can’t be it. i’m not done tormenting you. ‘

‘ i will keep you warm. ‘

‘ i can’t wait to introduce you to my truest love. ‘

‘ when i got older, i learned that darkness is a place and it’s full of monsters. ‘

‘  they aren’t the monsters. they’re just boys/girls. ‘

‘  we can’t hide forever. we can run together. ‘

‘  no businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take. ‘

‘  our enemies are threatened by your mere existence. ‘

‘  never make decisions out of fear, only out of spite. ‘

‘  well greed always worked for me. ‘

‘  the bone road ebbs and and the bone road flows. ‘

‘  handsome decoy is also not a [NAME’S] talent. ‘

‘  i’d rather starve than be a traitor. ‘

‘ needing anyone is weak. ‘

‘ you and i are going to change the world. ‘

‘ so, who actually saw what happened? ‘

‘  it came from everywhere, because you called upon it to come. ‘

‘ i have been waiting a long time for you. ‘

‘ there are no others like us and there never will be. ‘

‘ not many people surprise me. ‘

‘ fine. make me your villain. ‘

‘  they are traitors who tried to kill you. this is retribution. ‘

‘  i’ve survived for centuries. did you really think you could kill me. ‘

‘ you are quite valuable, you know. ‘

‘ the deal is the deal. ‘

‘ i’m just trying to keep warm. you should join me. ‘

‘ i’ve been warned off the job. ‘

‘ i know that look. he’s a man consumed with vengeance. ‘

‘ please tell me you have a plan. ‘

‘ i’m not against the occasional light roleplay. ‘

‘ i’d miss me too. i’m fantastic. ‘

‘ no one is ever going to believe i’m that old. ‘

‘ why does this concern me? ‘

‘ well of course certain death pays a million. ‘

‘ unlike a spider, i only need one leg. ‘

[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? ❞

iskron​:

❝ Plants? Are you good with cacti? Because I cannot remember to water them and study at the same time.❞

Not that he studies much anyway, he is blessed with a remarkably good memory. The upside of having a body willing to give out on you anytime. At least he was right in his head. Okay - he should take it back. Drug addiction and alcoholism probably aren’t what anyone would call right and he isn’t proud of his self-destructive habits either. It is what it is.

❝ Right. But you could stay in your room if you do not want to have the pleasure of meeting my loveable cousins. Don’t worry I’d scream if something happened to me. ❞

He is not used to having someone at his tail 24/7, he realizes as he goes through the cupboards once again to look for suitable glasses. Hmm, highball. Four of those and a normal one for Mayu’s soda. He respects her boundaries and he is not going to force her to drink with them. Damn his cousins and their questions, he would let her have her non-alcoholic beverage of choice.

A quick glance on his phone and a hastily replied “Anything for you❤️” is all Nikolai receives as he starts pouring the glasses, one for him, two for Vasily and one for himself. He goes with Stolichnaya just because he doesn’t particularly feel like wasting expensive vodka when he doesn’t like its taste anyway. Booze is booze he takes all he can get. Would he rather have a cocktail? Absolutely. However, they are in Russia where there is an overabundance of vodka and an underwhelming amount of, well, anything else acholic.

❝ I hate all of them equally. ❞ he exhales a laugh before he starts to explain.

❝ My cousins brought me into it. I don’t particularly like strong alcohol. More of a sweet type you know? ❞

Not only with alcohol.

The doorbell interrupted him before he could say anything else.

❝ Oh, it must be them. ❞

—

❝ You better explain it to dad why I left early … ❞

Vasily’s voice could be heard even from outside the apartment as he starts to argue with his little brother. He should be glad he doesn’t have to sit in his office anymore, is all Rasmus can think. But him and Vasily have always been fundamentally different even if they seemed so alike.

❝ I wasn’t even working for … 14 hours today and I am not even halfway through the reports … ❞

Rasmus opens the door with a wide grim before his cousin can continue his rant.

❝ Could you two stop bickering for once? ❞

❛ I can water them. ❜ Mayu had said with conviction. ❛ I used to do it when i was living with my brother. ❜ Shit. Did she really say that last bit out loud? He doesn’t need to know about such trivial matters. He doesn’t need to know about her life, about Reyem, about what happened to him. The matter of plants seemed to have been settled quickly though. Thank god. Rasmus was about to get visitors and was making sure the drinks were ready for when his guests arrived. His answer to her question earns him a questioning glance. They hadn’t expected this, honestly. She’s confused but her interest has been piqued. He explains. His cousins got him into vodka, apparently, and he doesn’t like strong alcohol. Mayu has a hard time believing it, judging by how many bottles of strong alcohol there are in that cabinet. More of a sweet type you know? he then says. 

I don’t know, i’ve never been called SWEET. But before she could actually answer something substantial, the doorbell interrupts them. Let the fun begin. 

❛ Sure, sure. ❜ Nikolai replies, as if he’s a dad indulging a child, while he pats his brig brother’s shoulder heavily. He rolls his eyes behind Vasily’s back but, really, having his brother work so much worries him. More than 14 hours a day? That can’t be healthy, right? The door opens, revealing Rasmus. ❛ Us bickering? Pff! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, cuz. ❜ He winks at his cousin before letting hazel eyes widen at the sight of him. ❛ Oh! And look at you miraculously recovered from your very recent fall into the staircase of your building! That’s a m i r a c l e ! We should definitely drink to that, shall we? ❜ He enters, dragging Vasily with him into the kitchen area. ❛ Look, Vasya! There’s two glasses of your  f a v o r i t e  vodka waiting for y— Oh! ❜ He stops dead in his tracks. There’s someone leaning against the countertop. A rather short yet very attractive someone. He let go of his brother’s arm to run a hand through his hair, giving the person a charming grin. ❛ Pardon my manners. Ray didn’t tell us he had someone over. ❜ 

❛ I live here. ❜ They replies, bringing their glass to their lips. They don’t drink though. Their head tilts to the side midway as eyes like molten gold study him. Intently. ❛ You must be Nikolai Lantsov. ❜

Nikolai almost blinks at that. ❛ You do? ❜ He utters, eyeing Rasmus, intrigued, before hazel eyes goes back to his cousin’s r o o m m a t e. ❛ As a matter of fact, i am! The grumpy one here is my brother Vasily. I’m guessing you heard of us. ❜ He replies, straightening, proudly, before narrowing his eyes. ❛ Should we be worried we haven’t heard of you? ❜ It’s his turn to tilt his head to the side, observe the person’s features with his clever hazels.  

❛ I’m Mayu Kir-Kaat, not that my name should ring any bells. ❜ Mayu says with a shrug before taking a sip from her soda. This one’s clever, they think. Could be dangerous. They take a few steps closer, looking at him over her dark lashes. ❛ Well—— Ray can be quite secretive at times. ❜ The bodyguard exchanges a glance with Rasmus and a knowing smile. ❛ That’s a quality I appreciate. I’m not much of a socialite. ❜ She adds, with a well-placed nervous laugh ❛ Meeting you guys is kind of a baby step. ❜ Those are no lies. Only half truths. She’s great at that. There’s something  e e r i e  about the way she acts now, compared to when they were in private. They seem more relaxed, in control, approachable, even friendly. No doubt she’s adapting to the people around them like a chameleon to its environment.   

[iskron]

❝ Plants? Are you good with cacti? Because I cannot remember to water them and study at the same time.❞

Not that he studies much anyway, he is blessed with a remarkably good memory. The upside of having a body willing to give out on you anytime. At least he was right in his head. Okay - he should take it back. Drug addiction and alcoholism probably aren't what anyone would call right and he isn't proud of his self-destructive habits either. It is what it is.

❝ Right. But you could stay in your room if you do not want to have the pleasure of meeting my loveable cousins. Don't worry I'd scream if something happened to me. ❞

He is not used to having someone at his tail 24/7, he realizes as he goes through the cupboards once again to look for suitable glasses. Hmm, highball. Four of those and a normal one for Mayu's soda. He respects her boundaries and he is not going to force her to drink with them. Damn his cousins and their questions, he would let her have her non-alcoholic beverage of choice.

A quick glance on his phone and a hastily replied "Anything for you❤️" is all Nikolai receives as he starts pouring the glasses, one for him, two for Vasily and one for himself. He goes with Stolichnaya just because he doesn't particularly feel like wasting expensive vodka when he doesn't like its taste anyway. Booze is booze he takes all he can get. Would he rather have a cocktail? Absolutely. However, they are in Russia where there is an overabundance of vodka and an underwhelming amount of, well, anything else acholic.

❝ I hate all of them equally. ❞ he exhales a laugh before he starts to explain.

❝ My cousins brought me into it. I don't particularly like strong alcohol. More of a sweet type you know? ❞

Not only with alcohol.

The doorbell interrupted him before he could say anything else.

❝ Oh, it must be them. ❞

—

❝ You better explain it to dad why I left early ... ❞

Vasily's voice could be heard even from outside the apartment as he starts to argue with his little brother. He should be glad he doesn't have to sit in his office anymore, is all Rasmus can think. But him and Vasily have always been fundamentally different even if they seemed so alike.

❝ I wasn't even working for ... 14 hours today and I am not even halfway through the reports ... ❞

Rasmus opens the door with a wide grim before his cousin can continue his rant.

❝ Could you two stop bickering for once? ❞

iskron​:

❝ Is there anything that can be done to make you feel more at home? ❞ he asks, though he can imagine the answer. No. No because she’s far away from home guarding the Norwegian crown prince’s sorry ass because some mad people believe it would be a splendid idea to attempt to murder him. The pleasures of being a royal … The money is good however. The public appearances? Not so much. He should ask cousin Vasya how he handles his. He’s been in the business for much longer than him already.

Home. What is home anyway? He’s never known a place he’d call home. Truly he’s been away far more than he’d like. The last two years he’s spent here in Russia, studying, and now for the start of his third and last year … Business Management and Marketing. He hates every second of it but it was a natural choice. An easy choice. Similiar enough to what his cousins studied and yet aligning with his future career path.

His phone buzzes a few times and Rasmus barely even has the will to look at it. He does so anyway.

❝ My cousins are coming over. I cannot ask you to stay but I would appreciate if you did. ❞ he flashes her his most charming grin as he raises from the divan to choose the vodka they’d be drinking.

❝ Beluga, Tsarskaya or Stolichnaya? ❞

He looks at his phone to type a quick message to Nikolai.

Ok.

Ask Vasya which Vodka he wants.

Is there anything that can be done to make you feel more at home? Mayu is startled again by his words. ❛ I— ❜ God! He needs to stop this — whatever  T H I S  is. And yet she finds herself blurting out a response. ❛ More plants. ❜ There was none in the entire place. Maybe that would help. They also wanted their twin back but she doubted even the Crown Prince of Norway held such power. So, plants would have to do. Despite the abundance of sunlight and the absence of bars, this penthouse felt as welcoming as a prison to the bodyguard. 

❛ I’d be unprofessional of me to leave, sir. ❜ They replies, frowning. It makes no sense for her to leave this place, to leave their assignment unattended. She cannot be sure his cousins mean no harm. Mayu has seen enough movies to know that when there’s a crown and/or money involved, family doesn’t mean much. Her family history proves it, not that her employers knows anything about it. It’s better that way. No well-adjusted royal would want the child of a Triad member to be involved with their son, let alone be in charge of their protection. Fortunately for her (and her deceased brother), their mom had done a great job keeping those skeletons buried deep in their closets. But with Reyem’s early—— departure and his debts that kept piling up, the very people that had helped them and gave them new identities were threatening to expose those skeletons. 

Mayu hadn’t thought much when they’d seen the job offer on the internet. That looked like a regular security job, to be fair. No mention of royalty anywhere. The hiring process had been long and  e x h a u s t i v e. It lasted several days. At one point, she had to run miles and even battle four people at once. They sure thought it was rather unusual but, eh, they needed the job so they just went along with it. It’s only when they got officially hired that they’d been told whom she’d be assigned to. Mayu didn’t believe it at first and, to be fair, it still feels like a fever dream.

【ＫＯＬＹＡ】

𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 …𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 ♥

❛ I’ll stick to soda. I don’t drink on duty. ❜ I don’t drink at all. They plant a kiss on Mr Fluff’s forehead before setting the pomeranian free. ❛ That makes more for you and your cousins then. ❜ She adds with the barest smile. As they approach the kitchen area, her eyes fall on the three bottles of vodka on the countertop. Fingers clench the inside of her trousers’ pockets. ❛ Which one’s your favorite? ❜ A banal question, it seems, and yet she’s already regretting it. What the hell are you doing, Mayu? You don’t want to know. 

[iskron]

❝ Is there anything that can be done to make you feel more at home? ❞ he asks, though he can imagine the answer. No. No because she's far away from home guarding the Norwegian crown prince's sorry ass because some mad people believe it would be a splendid idea to attempt to murder him. The pleasures of being a royal ... The money is good however. The public appearances? Not so much. He should ask cousin Vasya how he handles his. He's been in the business for much longer than him already.

Home. What is home anyway? He's never known a place he'd call home. Truly he's been away far more than he'd like. The last two years he's spent here in Russia, studying, and now for the start of his third and last year ... Business Management and Marketing. He hates every second of it but it was a natural choice. An easy choice. Similiar enough to what his cousins studied and yet aligning with his future career path.

His phone buzzes a few times and Rasmus barely even has the will to look at it. He does so anyway.

❝ My cousins are coming over. I cannot ask you to stay but I would appreciate if you did. ❞ he flashes her his most charming grin as he raises from the divan to choose the vodka they'd be drinking.

❝ Beluga, Tsarskaya or Stolichnaya? ❞

He looks at his phone to type a quick message to Nikolai.

Ok.

Ask Vasya which Vodka he wants.

iskron​:

❝ I’ve had hotel rooms bigger than this. ❞

He huffs though a tiny sliver of sarcasm is seeping through his words. He doesn’t mean it. The apartment is much better than anything he’d hoped for. As long as he didn’t have to share a tiny dorm with some random classmate he would be fine. If only the threats against his life hadn’t been so frequent, so vocal or else he could have lived on his own.

❝ They’re nice. You’ll love them. ❞

Rasmus watches her search the kitchen cabinets to find nothing but expensive booze in them. No wonder, considering his rather lush lifestyle. As long as she doesn’t find the cocaine …

❝ I haven’t seen them in so long to be quite honest … ❞

He finds himself rambling out of instinct, out of decency, anything to keep up the conversation. It is hard to keep talking when they are rarely responding to his questions. He still doesn’t know if she drinks at all. Well, some wine will be fine he guesses.

❝ It is my home as much as it is yours. ❞

Honest. He was being honest with her. He would never invite someone over if she wasn’t content with it. He started typing away on his phone, to Nikolai and Vasily.

Drink at my house? In 10 min? Yk the address.

Hotel rooms b i g g e r   t h a n   t h i s  penthouse? He must be joking… Right? Mayu doesn’t know him well enough yet to be sure though. He is spoiled after all. That definitely sounds like something a rich kid would say. 

❛ I’m sure they are. ❜ They say, petting Mr fluff who nuzzles her neck, front paws pressed on their shoulders as if to give her a hug. Small talk. She hates this. She never knows what to say. Reyem was better than her at this. He was better than her at e v e r y t h i n g. And he’s gone. He’s been gone for almost a year. Wow. Time flies. Mayu frantically smooths the pomeranian’s fluffy fur. 

❛ I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you. ❜ She blurts out. Their own words startles them. That’s stupid. You don’t even know these people are, how can you say that? She looks down on Mr Fluff, their comfort. To his eyes, they’re the best person in the world. All they have to do to be appreciated is feed him and pet him. He’s easy to please, easy to be around. And Rasmus—— Well, they don’t know him. She holds the dog tighter against her heart, eyeing the hallway as they contemplate the idea of going back to their room for the rest of the evening (Or for the rest of their life). Though they’d have to come out to go to the bathroom eventually, right?

It is my home as much as it is yours. Head jerks up at that. She blinks twice, not sure if she heard this right. They decide that yes that’s exactly what he said. 

❛ Maybe… ❜ They replies, slowly. ❛ I—— don’t feel much at home. ❜ She confesses. Not here, not anywhere, she whispers inwardly. Home is nowhere anymore. The warmth, security… G O N E  and It has been for a while. The only place they’d ever felt at home has become  A   T O M B. Her twin’s tomb. And sometimes she wonders if she didn’t die there as well the day where they—— 

Rasmus’ phone buzzes a few times in a row, stopping her from getting dragged into the darkness. His cousin Nikolai has responded to the text he sent. 

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑! 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚢𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 ;)

[iskron]

❝ I've had hotel rooms bigger than this. ❞

He huffs though a tiny sliver of sarcasm is seeping through his words. He doesn't mean it. The apartment is much better than anything he'd hoped for. As long as he didn't have to share a tiny dorm with some random classmate he would be fine. If only the threats against his life hadn't been so frequent, so vocal or else he could have lived on his own.

❝ They're nice. You'll love them. ❞

Rasmus watches her search the kitchen cabinets to find nothing but expensive booze in them. No wonder, considering his rather lush lifestyle. As long as she doesn't find the cocaine ...

❝ I haven't seen them in so long to be quite honest ... ❞

He finds himself rambling out of instinct, out of decency, anything to keep up the conversation. It is hard to keep talking when they are rarely responding to his questions. He still doesn't know if she drinks at all. Well, some wine will be fine he guesses.

❝ It is my home as much as it is yours. ❞

Honest. He was being honest with her. He would never invite someone over if she wasn't content with it. He started typing away on his phone, to Nikolai and Vasily.

Drink at my house? In 10 min? Yk the address.

iskron​:

If Rasmus Grimjer had had any saying in the matter of his personal protection, he would have insisted he didn’t need any, not here, not in Saint Petersburg where he was a royal under no ones. Where anyone barely knew that there was such a thing as the crown prince of Norway. He hadn’t however and now he was stuck with a bodyguard his parents had chosen for him. Fun. Especially since she hadn’t said a word ever since they’d picked him up from the airport. Not even a how was your flight from Oslo? He found out that her dog’s name was Mr Fluff though. And that she apparently hated cigarettes because she immediately told him off when he tried to light one. Later. He could smoke on the balcony later. Or in his room, he hoped he’d be allowed privacy like that. So, being forced into the tight living space of an approximately 200 square meter sized penthouse apartment overlooking the city of Saint Petersburg with someone he didn’t know in the slightest was anything but comfortable. He would have to manage. It was better than being home. Anything was better than being home.

❝ Do you like it? It is rather small, no? ❞

He flashed her his best grin as he let himself fall onto the soft leather couch, a cigarette between his lips, fumbling around for his lighter. Damn it. No smoke inside then.

❝ Could use some … booze stains too if I’m being honest. Do you drink? Should I invite my cousins over for a glass of Vodka or more? ❞

❛ Tiny. ❜ Mayu replies, deadpan, even though she thinks that place is HUGE. They walk up to the fridge, checking inside. It’s full. Packed up with goods of expensive brands she’s never heard of. No alcohol in sight though. But her joy is short-lived when they open the kitchen cabinet and hear the prince talk about inviting his cousins over for a drink of vodka   o r   m o r e. So, he drinks vodka like one would drink coffee or  wine. Nice. He asks if he  s h o u l d  do it. Mayu almost huffs at that. As if i truly have any kind of power over whatever you decide to do. 

❛ Do as you please. ❜ The bodyguard finally answers, closing the kitchen cabinet which contains various alcohol bottles. They still haven’t answered the question. D o   y o u   d r i n k ? he’d asked. No, she doesn’t and never will. But that’s none of his business. He must already think she’s  n o   f u n  anyway. Do they care what he thinks? Not really. She instantly picks up Mr Fluff who just walked into the kitchen. ❛ I don’t care much for whatever you’ll be doing within these walls as long as you manage to be up for class. ❜ She adds, walking back into the living room, her fluff ball in her arms. ❛ And this is your home, not mine, you may invite whom you please. ❜ 

[iskron]

If Rasmus Grimjer had had any saying in the matter of his personal protection, he would have insisted he didn't need any, not here, not in Saint Petersburg where he was a royal under no ones. Where anyone barely knew that there was such a thing as the crown prince of Norway. He hadn't however and now he was stuck with a bodyguard his parents had chosen for him. Fun. Especially since she hadn't said a word ever since they'd picked him up from the airport. Not even a how was your flight from Oslo? He found out that her dog's name was Mr Fluff though. And that she apparently hated cigarettes because she immediately told him off when he tried to light one. Later. He could smoke on the balcony later. Or in his room, he hoped he'd be allowed privacy like that. So, being forced into the tight living space of an approximately 200 square meter sized penthouse apartment overlooking the city of Saint Petersburg with someone he didn't know in the slightest was anything but comfortable. He would have to manage. It was better than being home. Anything was better than being home.

❝ Do you like it? It is rather small, no? ❞

He flashed her his best grin as he let himself fall onto the soft leather couch, a cigarette between his lips, fumbling around for his lighter. Damn it. No smoke inside then.

❝ Could use some ... booze stains too if I'm being honest. Do you drink? Should I invite my cousins over for a glass of Vodka or more? ❞

@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.

[iskron]

HIM😌🖤

[iskron]

❝ Djel! What are you thinking you are doing? ❞

A voice rang out, quick footsteps echoing through the bright white hallways of the ice court. The words held authority, ROYAL authority, unwavering even in the face of Drüskelle. Opjer might be a last name not too favorable at court in the last months but Linnea is a friend. One of the few he had left. Rëvfeder be damned, her parentage was not her fault.

❝ Let her go. This is an order. ❞

She was no Grisha, none of them witches his country seemed to despise so much. Rasmus didn't understand - on his occasional travels to Kerch and Ravka he had never witnessed any ill-intentions on their side. Once a healer had even soothed the sickness that had taken root so deeply inside of him ever since his birth. It has gotten worse over the years, since he'd last seen Linnea, before she left him alone at court to study in Ketterdam. He was thinner, paler, his skin chalky, almost gray and his chest is heaving from the strain of walking.

❝ It's been ... a while, hasn't it? ❞

He had missed her more than he'd like to admit but standing in front of her, alone, having left Joran with the other guards, he found himself surprised how much he'd actually longed for her presence. Ever since cousin Vasily's death three years ago, he'd found himself lonelier than ever. Nikolai was the Tsar now, a competent one for sure considering how many of their assassinations attempts he had evaded - not that Rasmus had had any hand in it, he liked his cousin very much alive indeed. Even if he was no real Lantsov.

❝ I'm glad you've made it here ... rather safely. ❞

@iskron there you go <3

❛ This is nonsense! I’m no Grisha.❜ Linnea exclaimed as they dragged her out of the room to Djel knows where. Something stirs inside her as she says this. The power buried within protesting against such claim. It startles her for a moment. She shakes her head, begins fighting them off again. No, she can’t be Grisha. She just can’t. If she was, she would’ve known, right? ❛ Let go of me! ❜ She shouts as she struggles to set herself free from the guards grasp. Irons ultimately closes around her wrists and the panic seeps in. She’s all alone and has been forced back into a country that failed her as a child and teenager. Her father is missing and the court swore they would protect her from whatever enemies the man has made and yet—— she might burn at the stake because some old lady at the entrance touched her and decided she was Grisha. 

[iskron]

❝ Forged from ice. Molded from sacred ashes.❞

. /    ISKRON

an independent & selective Rasmus Grimjer roleplay blog from the Grishaverse and Shadow & Bone. Lovingly crowned by Van. Medium activity. Plot heavy and headcanon based.

Rules || Interest Tracker || Muse & Verses

[iskron]

❝ Forged from ice. Molded from sacred ashes.❞

. /    ISKRON

an independent & selective Rasmus Grimjer roleplay blog from the Grishaverse and Shadow & Bone. Lovingly crowned by Van. Headcanon based.

Rules || Muse & Verses

[iskron]

THE MENTION of his brother seems to shake the king's PERFECT façade of composure. rasmus can only imagine the grief he has gone through. vasily was ... well he was special to him as well. cousin vasya. the one who'd introduced him to kvas in the first place and had laughed at him when he couldn't stand a single sip of it.

❝ a shame . he would have made a great king . ❞

not an as DANGEROUS one as nikolai but still. efficient. probably. maybe. what did he know about the ravkan way of ruling a country?

❝ i hear he spared no costs to BRIBE the servants . ❞

a wry smile spreads over his lips , his wrist flicking , swirling the kvas in his crystalline glass . people were mingling in front of them , amicable conversations being held but rasmus only had eyes for the king next to him . he DOUBTS the man would succumb to something so mundane like poison with this many witches around .

❝ the fjerdan ambassadors are not fond of you either. i'd steer clear of them if you can , i know one has brought his favorite dagger and is keen on letting it taste your blood . ❞ the brutal , honest truth . and yet rasmus has rarely had as much fun in his life as tonight . his cousin is good company .

❝ my mother was asking about her sister not long ago ... why didn't you invite your mother -❞

a shuddering cough slips from his lips , shaking his entire form as he gasps for breath , catching his breath again rather quickly . he couldn't have known about the heartrender standing guard behind them who'd held an ever so steady grip on his organs - easing the inflammation in his lungs , the struggle in his heartbeat .

❝ ah , excuse me . i'm sick ... but it's not just me , is it ? i heard vasily too has collapsed at a fete a few years ago ... ❞

TALKS ABOUT ravka's line of succession had spread all the way to fjerda and beyond. the crown prince, could he possibly have been DOOMED too - like rasmus himself ? they would never find out , the darkling had made sure of that.

iskron​:

RASMUS STARES at the King in blatant disbelief, SURPRISE filling his pale features. He knows his cousin fought in the war against his nation, he knows he faced horrors beyond his comprehension and yet he didn’t think of him to be this BRAVE. Brave but FOOLISH nonetheless.

❝ you will wish it was me who sent the assassin’s, cousin. you are more valuable to me alive than dead. ❞

Killing the Tsar of Ravka was detrimental, catastrophic at best. Vadik Demidov was no successor to be accepted by the people, a mere puppet of the Apparat, that slimy eel of a priest poking his nose into business that didn’t concern him. THE ONLY RIGHTFUL HEIR WAS VASILY LANTSOV BUT HE WAS DEAD.

❝ I remember your brother. Vasya. He used to let me drink his Kvas when I was little. A shame what happened really. ❞

Another sip of bitter alcohol, a wheezing breath, his glance wandering over the ball room spread out in front of him, knowing that he will never be strong enough to become king. Vasily had been torn to shreds by the drusje made abominations, he heard the tales of that very night.

❝ the apparat wants your head. me? no. i’d avoid the champagne tonight if i were you. unless you favor the taste of poison.❞

                RASMUS  TELLS     him  that  he       doesn’t       want  him  dead ,  and  nikolai  finds  that  hard  to  believe .  he  thinks  if  fjerda  had  the  chance  to  take  his  head ,  they  would  do  so  gladly ,  damning  everything  else .  maybe  rasmus  alone  doesn’t  want  him  dead .  but  the  rest  of  the  man’s  country ?  there  is  something  snarky  on  the  edge  of  his  lips ,  but  the  mention  of  his  brother  kills  it ,  and  a  shuttered  look   passes  over  nikolai’s  features .  he  takes  a  deep  draw  of  the  kvas . 

                ❝    there  was a lot  of loss  that  day ,    ❞  he  says  simply ,  not  willing  to  dive  into  the  grief  over  his  brother  with  the  prince  of  fjerda .  so ,  despite  the  shift  of  conversation  into  a  more  dangerous  direction ,  nikolai  finds  himself  glad  for  it  anyway .  his  brow  arches  slightly .  ❝    is  that  so ?  despite  the  lack  of  an  invitation ,  the  apparat  was  able  to  slide  someone  into  my  palace  with  enough  loyalty  to     POISON     me ?    ❞  he  glances  out  at  the  party .  ❝    and  what  of  the  rest  of  the  guests ?    ❞  his  finger  gestures ,  summoning  a  servant  practically  from  the  shadows . 

[iskron]

RASMUS STARES at the King in blatant disbelief, SURPRISE filling his pale features. He knows his cousin fought in the war against his nation, he knows he faced horrors beyond his comprehension and yet he didn't think of him to be this BRAVE. Brave but FOOLISH nonetheless.

❝ you will wish it was me who sent the assassin's, cousin. you are more valuable to me alive than dead. ❞

Killing the Tsar of Ravka was detrimental, catastrophic at best. Vadik Demidov was no successor to be accepted by the people, a mere puppet of the Apparat, that slimy eel of a priest poking his nose into business that didn't concern him. THE ONLY RIGHTFUL HEIR WAS VASILY LANTSOV BUT HE WAS DEAD.

❝ I remember your brother. Vasya. He used to let me drink his Kvas when I was little. A shame what happened really. ❞

Another sip of bitter alcohol, a wheezing breath, his glance wandering over the ball room spread out in front of him, knowing that he will never be strong enough to become king. Vasily had been torn to shreds by the drusje made abominations, he heard the tales of that very night.

❝ the apparat wants your head. me? no. i'd avoid the champagne tonight if i were you. unless you favor the taste of poison.❞

iskron​:

KOROL REZNI they call him. king of scars. rasmus cannot help but scoff at him despite his KINGLY attire. in every inch, in every way, he is Ravka’s sovereign. the Fjerdan prince might not fare well on the physical side of health - it borders on a miracle he was allowed to travel to OS ALTA at all - but what he lacks there he makes up with his mind.

he isn’t stupid. he isn’t a prick who concerned himself more with the pleasures of alcohol or a quick tumble. OBSERVANCE is the key to power, to ultimate knowledge and if he knows one thing, it is how to watch. watch and learn because he cannot do it himself.

rasmus shows NO FEAR as he faces nikolai’s cold glance with trained ease, countering it with a feigned smile, brushing off an invisible speck of dust from his fjerdan blue military dress uniform.

❝ it is what is told in the capital. that you lack strength. that your weakness will be your downfall.❞

taking a generous sip of kvas, his features contort into a disgusted grimace but swallowing it all anyway.

❝ but I refuse to believe such gossip. you aren’t weak. you have powerful enemies. it is more likely you will be murdered in your sleep.❞

             ‘  IT  IS       what   is   told   in   the   capital  .  ’  all   the   better   for   him  ,   then  .   let   them   think   him   weak  .   let   them   think   he   cannot   lead   ravka  .   at   least  ,   that   is   what   he   tells   himself  .   he   barely   contains   the   roll   of   his   eyes   as   the   prince   sips   the   kvas  ,   but   he   merely   chooses   a   seat   and   settles   himself   easily   into   it  .   he   pours   his   own   small   glass   and   smiles   amicably  . 

            ❝    well  ,   if   you’re   sending   assassins  ,   tell   them   i’m   on   the   second   floor  .   the   door   on   the      left     ,   not   the   right  .   everyone   always   manages   to   get   that   confused  .    ❞ 

[iskron]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[iskron]

@korolnichevoya asked

‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’

HIS COUSIN'S glance seems so far away all of a sudden, Rasmus fears he will lose himself in the deep blue pools of his eyes if he keeps staring at him.

❝ and here i was thinking, lovely cousin, that out of all people you'd be the least lonely..❞

A TIRED SMILE spreads over his ashen face as he reclines further into the plush cushions of the divan he is resting on, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing alone.

❝ who could be lonelier than me? a prince who can barely walk without collapsing? ❞

[iskron]

character tag dump!