#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ INTERACTIONS FEAT. ⋮ ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA.

[courtofmuses]

               OH   HE   VERY   MUCH   DID   LEAVE   A   LASTING   IMPRESSION,   one   that   she   knew   would   always   and   forever   be   engraved   onto   her   heart   and   her   mind.   She   couldn't   deny   the   attraction   to   her,   the   very   way   he   made   her   heart   beat   an   entirely   new   rhythm.   As   much   as   she   had   tried   to   deny   those   feelings,   tried   to   transfer   them   onto   Mal,   it   hadn't   worked.   He   was   right   -   there   were   no   others   like   them   and   if   they   did   not   work   together   the   Grisha   may   not   survive.   

❝   You   did   not   have   to   deceive   me,   Aleksander.   That   is   the   part   that   hurts   most,   ❞   she   admitted   softly.   ❝   We   have   all   made   mistakes   in   our   lives,   done   things   we   are   not   proud   of.   You   didn't   have   to   hide   that   from   me.   ❞   Alina   sighed   as   she   moved   away   from   him,   toward   the   window   of   the   room   where   the   light   was   streaming   through.   

Alina   looked   out   onto   the   grounds   of   the   Little   Palace   where   Grisha   went   about   their   daily   routine.   ❝   You   could   have   had   my   powers   and   my   love   if   only   you   had   been   honest.   ❞

@courtofmuses / alina

i’ll be getting over you my whole life.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌. They shouldn't bother him. That she would wish to get over him at all, it should carry no impact to him. He'd used her for what he needed, and while it could have backfired--

❝ Then I made a lasting impression. ❞ He smirks, with an almost self-knowing, self-satisfied expression crossing his face. ❝ I told you once, Alina. There are no others like us. And there never will be. ❞

She might have clung to her tracker, to her otkazat'sya past that she harbors, but it is false. All of it.

Because she is meant to be his. At his side, tempering the rage--

[courtofmuses]

@sankta-alina-s → [  WAKE UP  ] 

                  THERE   IS   PART   OF   HIM   THAT   STILL   CANNOT   BELIEVE   SHE   IS   HERE.   Aleksander   was   sure   he'd   lost   her   forever   when   he'd   revealed   the   person   he   truly   is.   A   person   who   will   do   anything   to   save   his   people   by   any   means   necessary.   She   had   not   understood   when   she   learned   his   plan.   He   isn't   sure   she   understands   now   but   she   believes   there   is   a   better   way   to   protect   the   Grisha   that   doesn't   involve   wiping   out   an   entire   group   of   otkazat'sya.   He   belives   Alina   is   too   pure   for   her   own   good,   too   optimistic   that   simple   conversation   can   change   the   minds   of   the   people   who   have   spent   hundreds   of   years   persecuting   their   people.   He   knows   better   but   he   is   willing   to   let   her   try   because   he   loves   her.   Aleksander   will   be   there   when   she   inevitably   fails   to   convince   the   tsar   to   be   more   accepting   of   the   Grisha.   

He   doesn't   wake   her   right   away,   simply   props   himself   on   his   elbow   and   watches   her   for   a   moment.   He   drinks   in   the   sight   of   her   still   sleeping   peacefully.   She   had   fallen   into   his   bed   last   night   and   it   had   been   nothing   short   of   sheer   bliss.   He   craves   her   even   now   as   his   fingertips   glide   along   the   smooth   skin   of   her   shoulder,   which   was   one   of   the   only   places   not   covered   by   a   sheet   currently.   Aleksander   dipped   his   head,   pressing   a   gentle   kiss   to   the   place   where   he'd   been   caressing   her.   He   trailed   his   lips   along   her   soft   skin,   to   the   side   of   her   neck.   

All   the   while   his   hand   slipped   beneath   the   sheet   and   along   her   hip   to   rest   flat   against   her   stomach.   

[marvelmusing]

An Era of Power

Part Six

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Preparations for the Winter Fete have begun, and your ability to master your power increases as you return to lessons. The General surprises you with a visit.

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Ouch!” You exclaim when Baghra’s cane once again hits your arm. In the chilly winter air, your kefta provides some warmth, but it doesn’t stop the occasional shiver when a strong gust of wind hits your face.

It had taken some time, but you had decided to finally take up Baghra’s lessons again, much to both yours and the old woman’s delight.

“Concentrate.” She snaps at you.

Standing in front of the lake, you’re attempting to use your power to maintain the thick ice covering it, as it had during the middle of winter. It’s a large surface area that shifts when you make the slightest change. Too much pressure will crack the ice, too little and you’ll fail to freeze the water to a firm enough state.

“I am.” You protest, but you are a little distracted this evening and Baghra isn’t convinced.

Preparations for the Winter Fete have officially begun, and the entire palace is buzzing with excitement. It’s hard not to be swept up by the glamour of it all, and to wonder what the day itself will bring.

“Dreaming of dancing with your dark prince?” She mocks, and you roll your eyes.

Baghra had always seemed contemptuous of your relationship with the General, and the closeness between you both which increased with every interaction.

“And what if I am?”

“He isn’t who you think he is.” Your brow furrows, and whilst you usually ignore her comments, this time you sigh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” There’s a snap from the lake in front of you, as a crack forms where the ice is thinnest.

“Concentrate!”

“I will if you are quiet!” You hiss at her, pushing your focus back onto the task at hand.

“Do you think the volcra will sit quietly and allow you to unmake them?” You grit your teeth, trying to block out her words.

“No, but they certainly won’t try to engage in conversation.” You remark.

You thrust your hands out and the ice thickens to a permanent state, safe enough for hundreds of people to walk all over. Raising a brow as you observe your work, you feel quite satisfied with your success.

“I would ask if you are happy now, but I don’t think you’re capable of such an emotion.” Your words die as you turn and see the General standing beside Baghra, a half smile on his lips and amusement sparkling in his eyes.

“An impressive feat.” He remarks, nodding towards the lake, and your face warms despite the cold winter breeze.

“You saw how strong she is. Give her a bear claw or a shark tooth, see what good it does her.”

Your heart sinks with her words, and you worry for a moment that the General will agree. He shakes his head resolutely.

“She’ll have the Stag.”

“I’m right here.” You remind them, and they both turn to you. It’s almost frightening being the subject of such attention.

You fix your eyes on Baghra.

“I will have the Stag, because I want it.” Baghra scoffs, but doesn’t argue. “Are we done for today?”

She nods, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, and you don’t waste a moment, turning towards the path that will take you back to the Little Palace. You haven’t gone far before you hear Baghra say to the General,

“She’s as ambitious and foolhardy as you are, boy. It’s no wonder you’ve been able to sink your claws into her.”

You don’t hear the General’s response over the crunch of snow beneath your feet, and the winter wind that tugs at your kefta. What you do hear is footsteps from behind you, and you turn. In a few strides the General is beside you and the two of you walk side by side over the snow-covered grounds.

“Don’t pay too much attention to her.” He cards a hand through his hair in frustration. “I rarely do.” A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

“She ruffles you, doesn’t she?”

He doesn’t answer your question, instead his eyes narrow - almost in disbelief - as he tells you,

“No one has ever spoken to her as you do.”

“I care very little for her opinion of me.” You admit with a shrug. “And one day I will turn her cane back into a tree.”

He laughs, and your smile widens. You wish he would laugh more often. A particularly icy gust of wind tears at you, biting into your exposed skin, and you rub your hands together rapidly to conserve what little warmth you have left.

The General unclasps his cloak, and drapes the dark fabric around your shoulders. Your lips part, ready to insist that you’re fine, but he gives you a firm look which has the words dying on your tongue. You’re glad it isn’t his cloak with the fur collar, as that would have been far too heavy for you to carry.

“Are you looking forward to the Fete?” He asks as you pull his cloak tighter around your body. You nod and excitement fills your expression.

“Genya says she’s personally working on my kefta for the Fete, and I already know it’s going to be beautiful. David has been working on a new formula for the fireworks display. He hasn’t gotten it right yet, and there was a small explosion in the workshop the other day, but I know he’s close to perfecting it. I’ve never actually seen fireworks before, and I think they’re going to be my favourite part of the day.”

Your words are halted when you look at the General, there’s a small smile on his lips, and something in his dark eyes that you fail to decipher. You duck your head, staring down at your feet.

“I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about any of this.” Despite only being a Durast for the first few years of your life, you have always been fascinated by the abilities of a Fabrikator. The General shakes his head and his smile remains.

“Please continue. Such enthusiasm is a rarity these days.”

Your smile returns quickly, and you leap back into your explanation.

“Some of the Fabrikators have been working with the Inferni to create some handheld fireworks. It’s essentially a thin piece of metal with a flammable coating at one end, and when lit it should create a small continuous sparkle until the material burns out. It’s incredible.”

His smile softens as he observes your excitement and you can see he’s genuinely interested in your words.

“I have to admit, the Fete isn’t one of my favourite occasions.” The General admits as the two of you walk over the gravel which leads to the entrance to the Little Palace, and you nod.

You had heard that he insisted on calling the Grisha performances a demonstration. Something of function, not entertainment. You can understand his reasoning. Grisha aren’t a pretty party trick for nobles, you are people.

“But your perspective has reminded me that this Fete is an opportunity for Grisha to flourish as they always should.”

The two of you stop in the hallway, devoid of anyone besides the two guards for the evening. Despite knowing that you must separate, your rooms are in the opposite direction to his, neither of you seem to want to leave.

Slowly, you begin to slide his cloak from your shoulders.

“Keep it.” He insists softly. “The corridors are cold during this time of year.” You smile gently, tugging the fabric close.

“Thank you.”

“Have a good evening.” He says, bowing his head politely, and you mirror his actions.

“Good evening, General.”

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[mournersrp]

𝐍𝐎  𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒,  𝐍𝐎  𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒.  once  again,  thank  you  all  so  much  for  the  dedication  put  into  applying  here  at  mourners  ;  it’s  truly  been  a  pleasure  reading  all  of  your  applications  &.  i’m  tremendously  grateful.  turning  down  an  application  is  never  an  easy  process,  and  there  were  many  instances  in  which  i  wished  i  could  permit  a  duplicate  upon  the  dash.  with  that  said,  i’m  looking  forward  to  both  speaking  &.  plotting  with  each  of  you  tomorrow  (  bear  with  me  while  all  pages  &.  skeletons  are  properly  updated  )  —  welcome  to  mourners  !  please  review  our  checklist  and  report  to  the  barrel  boss  within  the  next  twenty - four  hours.

𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀

VENLI  !  choosing  an  inej  for  mourners  was  ...  a  feat,  as  each  applicant  displayed  an  exquisite  version  of  our  wraith,  but  what  swayed  me  in  the  end  was  the  balance  you  kept  between  who  she  was  while  with  the  dregs  &.  who  she  became  without  them.  the  details  surrounding  intricacies  of  her  newfound  crewmen  (  &.  her  family  post  their  reunion  )  in  which  helped  shape  the  woman  outside  the  barrel  were  lovely  to  read  (  her  thoughts  on  rilar,  in  particular,  were  both  authentic  &.  entertaining  )  ;  i  could  picture  the  scenes  in  earnest.  i  also  loved  the  mention  of  how  she  came  to  understand  kaz’s  own  vices  after  having  to  face  her  own  whilst  sailing  the  seas.  thank  you  for  taking  the  time  to  apply  —  i  look  forward  to  seeing  your  inej  in  play.

𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐘

NOAH  !  the  bit  about  kaz  disproving  jesper’s  exaggerated  stories  had  me  rolling,  and  your  headcanon  regarding  jesper  being  an  absolute  catastrophe  in  the  kitchen  (  gordon  ramsay  is  unamused  )  ?  you  wrote  it  best:  ‘  tall,  lanky,  restless,  distracted,  easily  bored.  ’.  incredibly  handsome,  but  certainly  cannot  focus  on  a  single  recipe.  on  a  serious  note  (  despite  the  consistent,  comical  little  tidbits  which  made  your  application  such  a  pleasure  to  read  ),  the  grasp  upon  his  character  you  presented  between  struggling  with  guilt  &.  penitence  was  flawless,  and  something  i  look  forward  to  seeing  explored  on  the  dash.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑

ABBY  !  there  was  so  much  i  loved  about  your  matthias,  but  i  especially  appreciated  how  you  incorporated  the  other  skeletons  into  interpersonal  plot  points  for  him.  the  attention  to  detail  within  matthias’  headspace  when  ruminating  over  them  was  absolutely  believable  to  his  character.  the  vast  detail  you  supplied  for  each  personality  trait  &.  headcanons  were  so  indicative  of  who  he’s  been  and  who  he’s  become  (  or  trying  so  desperately  to  be  ).  i’m  interested  to  see  his  reactions  to  henrik’s  next  moves  just  as  much  as  you,  and  where  our  drüskelle  will  stand,  then.  oh,  and  abby,  what’s  the  first  rule  about  fight  club  ?

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐊

EMILY  !  ah,  yes,  nina,  our  waffle  queen.  her  past,  present  &.  sought  future  were  crafted  so  wonderfully  within  your  application  ;  i  particularly  loved  your  headcanon  dealing  with  her  time  as  a  heartrender,  where  nina  stubbornly  wished  to  understand  the  small  science  whilst  her  peers  were  occupied  with  morozov’s  manuals.  it  was  a  pleasure  to  be  able  to  read  her  thoughts  on  the  grisha  she’s  become,  the  label  of  corpsewitch  adhered  to  her,  the  burden  it  has  also  set  upon  her  as  ‘  self - appointed  grisha  guardian  angel  ’.  &.  i  do  hope  you  get  to  share  those  plot  ideas  with  some  of  our  fellow  grisha,  as  your  points  revolving  around  them  were  so  well  thought  out  and  executed.  also,  you’re  right  —  kaz  gets  way  too  into  the  costumes.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍

HARPER  !  i’m  ready  to  interact  with  felix.  it’s  no  wonder  kaz  made  him  a  deal  —  tragedy  maketh  man,  and  if  there’s  one  thing  dirtyhands  can  comprehend,  it’s  being  dealt  a  bad  hand.  i  love  the  idea  in  which  you  set  forth  that  he’s  lived  his  life  in  such  silence,  that  there  are  those  who  have  known  him  for  several  years,  but  haven’t  heard  even  a  whisper  slip  from  his  tongue.  the  way  you  transitioned  felix’s  headcanons  into  the  pivotal  moments  of  his  life  made  it  a  blast  to  read  through  (  especially  during  the  deal,  where  we  got  a  good  look  at  the  first  devil  in  his  life  —  do  old  habits  die  hard,  in  the  end  ?  ).  once  again,  welcome  to  mourners  (  i  foresee  much  plotting  in  our  future  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

ALEX  !  we  do  love  a  good  destroyer,  and  marlaina  is  no  exception.  she  knows  her  power  &.  is  not  afraid  to  unleash  it,  a  trait  that,  while  prized  within  the  dregs,  can  also  become  a  nightmare.  after  all,  control  &.  patience  can  be  key.  the  idea  that  she’s  particularly  skilled  at  cards  (  as  well  as  banned  from  most  gambling  halls  )  was  a  fresh  addition  to  the  skeleton,  as  i  quite  love  the  idea  of  our  hellish  heartrender  pushing  her  luck  at  the  crow’s  club  (  when  has  that  ever  ended  badly  ?  ).  i  agree  it’d  be  an  interesting  concept  to  see  her  have  another  grisha  under  her  wing,  especially  when  she  herself  is  always  so  keen  to  detonate  —  her  desertion,  however,  will  surely  catch  up  with  her  soon.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

MARGOT  !  you  have  spun  the  impostor  into  an  entirely  new  medium,  and  produced  a  character  that  went  beyond  the  skeleton  provided.  ‘  prison  changed  you.  for  the  better.  you’re  more  fun  now,  sociable  and  loud,  like  a  cannon,  truly.  so  loud  everybody  jumps  when  you  burst  into  a  room.  ’  one  of  the  first  few  lines  in  your  application,  but  what  immediately  captured  my  attention  and  had  me  buckle  in.  i  never  considered  that  the  target  in  which  damned  the  impostor  to  the  depths  of  hellgate  could  be  family,  but  now  i’d  not  have  it  any  other  way.  aris  is  a  world  class  actor  &.  i  cannot  wait  to  help  you  set  the  stage  (  &.  maybe  watch  it  burn  in  the  process  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

HENRY  JUDE  !  i  wasn’t  sure  if  there’d  be  a  lieutenant  at  the  start  of  mourners,  so  i  was  absolutely  thrilled  when  receiving  your  application.  an  important  player  with  a  plethora  of  potential  directions  in  which  they  could  shift,  and  i  can’t  wait  to  see  if  jozef's  includes  the  checkmate.  the  craftsmanship  in  your  design  for  him  was  extraordinarily  executed  and  quite  poetic  ;  he  was  absolute  pleasure  to  study.  i  look  forward  to  plotting  with  you  as  well  as  discussing  the  similarities  between  our  broken,  disastrous  muses  (  also,  i  can’t  believe  we’re  both  aleksander  morozova  apologists  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑

ARACELIA  !  i’m  in  love  with  anya.  you  put  so  much  adoration  into  her  creation  &.  i  cannot  wait  to  see  it  bleed  onto  the  dash  (  you  make  it  so  hard  to  loathe  a  traitor  ).  her  personality  is  so  believably  balanced,  and  more  than  what  my  own  ideas  surrounding  the  role  initially  included.  the  birth  of  a  monster,  the  birth  of  a  tailor  &.  the  birth  of  an  illusionist  were  impeccably  composed  stories  which  sewed  her  into  existence.  you’ve  forged  a  character  who  is  the  definition  of  ‘  so  much  more  than  meets  the  eye  ’  &.  i  am  thrilled  to  have  gotten  the  first  look  at  our  scarab  queen.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑  |  EM  !  i  absolutely  love  the  concept  of  aleni  (  as  kaz  would  say:  she’s  a  particularly  good  investment  ).  with  grisha  within  his  crew,  what  better  for  an  amplifier  to  do  ?  i  was  wondering  if  i’d  see  an  application  involving  ketterdam’s  university,  and  was  immediately  thrilled  when  seeing  it  pulled  into  aleni’s  history.  the  idea  that  she  loved  ketterdam  in  any  capacity  is  not  something  you  tend  to  hear  (  it  died  quickly,  of  course  ),  which  was  a  unique  mention  within  your  wildcard.  &.  we  will  definitely  have  to  discuss  aleni  mistakenly  having  amplified  the  inferni  at  fifth  harbour,  as  i  believe  you’ve  proposed  an  excellent  idea.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑  |  IRIS  !  to  be  introduced  to  valdis  by  way  of  your  character  summary  was  a  treat.  i  absolutely  loved  the  way  it  was  written,  and  immediately  knew  why  she’d  made  it  into  the  dregs  (  truly  obsessed  with  her  being  the  daughter  of  a  pirate  captain  ).  though  she  managed  to  escape  her  original  work  with  braam,  it  seems,  for  a  time,  she  had  let  history  repeat  itself,  but  with  perhaps  a  better  boss  than  originally  at  the  helm.  &.  with  a  new  debt  paid,  how  fast  till  old  loyalty  dies  ?  

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑  |  REE  !  it’s  all  in  the  bones.  a  fjerdan  fleeing  for  discovering  themselves  grisha  is  always  something  i’ve  wanted  to  see  explored,  and  now  i  have  a  front  row  seat.  to  be  ostracized  by  their  own  &.  then  by  a  place  of  presumed  sanctuary  can  induce  a  particular  psychosis  within  the  most  stable  of  individuals,  and  we  do  love  sigyn’s  particular  brand  of  crazy.  you’ve  provided  an  entirely  fresh  take  on  what  is  known  of  a  grisha  healer,  and  how  such  gifts  may  be  construed  when  mixed  with  the  beliefs  of  fjerda.  thank  you  for  delivering  such  a  spellbinding  character  to  mourners.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋  |  ALI  !  with  a  vast  cast  of  varying  characters,  i  was  thrilled  to  see  that  senna  originally  came  from  wealth  (  it’s  a  different  path  to  weave,  one  that  usually  draws  more  enemies  than  friends  ).  your  application  was  so  appreciated,  providing  a  role  in  which  started  from  the  top  &.  careened  to  the  bottom  (  i  do  hope  to  see  senna  &.  wylan  swap  stories,  especially  where  senna  has  made  strides  to  escape  the  tread  of  their  father  ).  you  call  it  their  grand  adventure,  and  in  all  its  sinister  glory,  it’s  only  just  begun.  welcome  to  mourners  ;  let’s  plot  some  blackmail.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑  |  NINA  !  both  applications  for  our  resident  tidemaker  spun  tales  which  were  a  pleasure  to  traverse,  and  i  would  have  loved  to  have  both  turning  the  tides  for  the  dregs.  manu  belongs  in  a  novel,  with  all  the  devotion  you’ve  clearly  put  into  him.  &.  i  am  ecstatic  to  at  least  have  him  for  mourners’  chapters.  when  you  wrote  ‘  for  the  wanderer  was  nothing  if  not  a  mismatched  family,  made  with  kerch  purple,  fjerdan  ice,  kaelish  fire,  zemeni  courage  and  ravkan  boldness  ’,  i  found  myself  able  to  refer  to  it  whilst  reading  through  the  life  authored  for  him,  able  to  pick  out  these  particular  qualities  on  his  way  to  the  barrel.  &.  hopefully,  he’ll  reach  the  surface  soon.

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Chapter 6 is up, feat. overprotective Darkling when Alina gets injured.

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, General Kirigan/Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov Characters: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova, Alina Starkov, General Kirigan (Shadow and Bone), Mal Oretsev, Genya Safin, Zoya Nazyalensky Additional Tags: based off the netflix series, the Darkling's POV, the Darkling is such a nuanced character, thank you Ben Barnes, I thought it would be interesting knowing what he is thinking, Angst, Existential Crisis, he feels responsible, thoughts and feelings, Regret, The Darkling's thoughts during Shadow and Bone, turned into a multi chapter fic, Darklina centric because I love them, and he clearly loves her, nuanced villain, will deviate from show canon after episode 5 Summary:

"Standing there on the dock, it was all he could see - the Shadow Fold. A wall of darkness, stretching as far as the eye could see, sparking fear in almost all who looked upon it, but not him. His greatest creation, and his biggest regret. "

The Darkling has been waiting for a Sun Summoner for centuries, and when she is found as an intriguing young woman who surprises him at every turn, he finds himself feeling emotions he thought he had long forgotten.

The Darkling's thoughts during Season 1, focusing mainly on his interactions with Alina. Mainly following the show up to episode 5 but with some creative license/extra Darklina interaction.

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THERE   WAS   A   NEW   HUNGER   that   settled   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach   he   couldn't   deny.   Alina   was   the   flame   that   ignited   his   desire   in   so   many   ways;   protecting   the   Grisha,   sharing   his   legacy   with   someone,   physical   yearning.   It   wasn't   as   if   Aleksander   didn't   have   past   lovers   because   he'd   certainly   had.   But   they   had   never   lasted   because   they   were   not   the   woman   he'd   been   destined   to   find   and   love.   Earning   her   love   in   return;   however,   had   been   more   difficult   than   he   could   have   imagined.   Whether   or   not   the   night   before   had   at   all   changed   her   mind   he   wasn't   sure.   Aleksander   was   sure   he'd   find   out.   

A   soft   smile   settled   on   his   features   as   she   turned   to   face   him,   the   sheet   slipping   lower   on   her   frame.   He   couldn't   help   but   allow   dark   eyes   to   drink   in   the   sight   of   her   smooth   skin.   He   had   touched   and   kissed   every   part   of   her   the   night   prior   and   he   was   eager   to   do   so   again.   Aleksander   had   been   as   gentle   as   possible,   focusing   on   Alina's   pleasure   over   his   own.   He   could   recall   the   beautiful   sounds   that   had   left   her   lips   as   he   tasted   her   between   her   thighs,   the   way   she   trembled   against   him   as   she   reached   peak   pleasure.   It   had   been   beautiful.   

❝   Good   morning,   ❞   he   replied.   Aleksander   pressed   a   gentle   kiss   to   her   lips   and   propped   himself   on   his   elbow.   ❝   How   do   you   feel   this   morning,   моя   любовь?   ❞   He   had   no   desire   to   leave   this   bed   any   time   soon.   He   would   summon   one   of   the   servants   of   the   Little   Palace   to   bring   them   breakfast   and   whatever   else   @sankta-alina-s   desired.   He   was   selfish   enough   to   want   to   keep   the   woman   in   his   bed   with   him   for   as   long   as   possible.   

Aleksander   reached   to   brush   a   bit   of   hair   from   her   cheek   before   dipping   his   head   to   press   a   trail   of   kisses   along   the   side   of   his   neck.   ❝   You   look   beautiful   this   morning.   ❞

THERE   WAS   A   NEW   HUNGER   that   settled   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach   he   couldn't   deny.   Alina   was   the   flame   that   ignited   his   desire   in   so   many   ways;   protecting   the   Grisha,   sharing   his   legacy   with   someone,   physical   yearning.   It   wasn't   as   if   Aleksander   didn't   have   past   lovers   because   he'd   certainly   had.   But   they   had   never   lasted   because   they   were   not   the   woman   he'd   been   destined   to   find   and   love.   Earning   her   love   in   return;   however,   had   been   more   difficult   than   he   could   have   imagined.   Whether   or   not   the   night   before   had   at   all   changed   her   mind   he   wasn't   sure.   Aleksander   was   sure   he'd   find   out.   

A   soft   smile   settled   on   his   features   as   she   turned   to   face   him,   the   sheet   slipping   lower   on   her   frame.   He   couldn't   help   but   allow   dark   eyes   to   drink   in   the   sight   of   her   smooth   skin.   He   had   touched   and   kissed   every   part   of   her   the   night   prior   and   he   was   eager   to   do   so   again.   Aleksander   had   been   as   gentle   as   possible,   focusing   on   Alina's   pleasure   over   his   own.   He   could   recall   the   beautiful   sounds   that   had   left   her   lips   as   he   tasted   her   between   her   thighs,   the   way   she   trembled   against   him   as   she   reached   peak   pleasure.   It   had   been   beautiful.   

❝   Good   morning,   ❞   he   replied.   Aleksander   pressed   a   gentle   kiss   to   her   lips   and   propped   himself   on   his   elbow.   ❝   How   do   you   feel   this   morning,   моя   любовь?   ❞   He   had   no   desire   to   leave   this   bed   any   time   soon.   He   would   summon   one   of   the   servants   of   the   Little   Palace   to   bring   them   breakfast   and   whatever   else   @sankta-alina-s   desired.   He   was   selfish   enough   to   want   to   keep   the   woman   in   his   bed   with   him   for   as   long   as   possible.   

Aleksander   reached   to   brush   a   bit   of   hair   from   her   cheek   before   dipping   his   head   to   press   a   trail   of   kisses   along   the   side   of   his   neck.   ❝   You   look   beautiful   this   morning.   ❞