#MUSE : ALEKSANDER MORZOVA

[luminescenc1e]

The winds were harsh and the cold was determined to settle itself somewhere deep in your bones so that you might carry it with you for as long as you were to move or live. There was a familiarity with the brittle weakness of branches breaking as they were assaulted and hounded by yet another icy winter night. The church had been abandoned for decades, the foundation was still there, where there was glass, now were empty windows with tattered cloth still managing to hang on where once stood curtains.

Wooden pews remained, in worse condition, but refused to crumble. Like everything else in the land, it was worse for wear, but still managing to remain. Aleksander could almost imagine the scent of incense permeating the air, from the services early in the morning. Where the pews would be packed with villages and peasants. The icons and frescoes that had been painted on the walls were faded, but you could still see certain saints looking down at those praying to them.

“ I invited you to stay with me, a guest. An honored position. Do you not trust me? I thought we were allies. ” Softly he speaks, as softly as his boots make indentations on the snow carried in from the outside, leaving footprints. “ We both want the same thing? ” Eyes deliberately move across her figure, stopping only when they reach her eyes.

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[luminescenc1e]

They had reached some tentative peace, where each day was more or less the same, lulling them both in some kind of wretched routine. He hated it, the endless rules that he had to abide by, but he would, in the end. She needed to make the first move, otherwise, this would not work. So he made sure to give her time and space, made sure for them to go places, and do things that she would enjoy. He would still touch her, small little touches that did nothing to quell the ever-rising need, but he kept it in check. Her heat would be upon them soon, and there would be no small feat, no small lingering grazes with his fingers. She would be fully his and both of them knew it.

So he allowed this time to be used to get to know each other, to feel familiar, for her to feel safe. It was almost nice, but it was never enough. Instead of sleeping in his bed, she slept in hers, instead of being by his side, she fought against her nature and stayed in the library, endlessly reading. She was stubborn, but he liked that about her, it was more enjoyable to know that after all this time, she would be his.

“ Morning Alina. ” With his hands clasped behind his back, Aleksander moved towards her slowly, as if not to spook her. One hand moved to catch a stray strand of hair that he gently moved behind her ear, and fingers moved across her chin before he stepped away. “ I think we need to talk, about next week. ”

He continued, making himself comfortable at the table and pouring another cup of coffee. “ Do you think it would be wiser for us to spend more time together before your heat starts? So you are more comfortable with it? Nothing that you wouldn’t want, of course. But more touching, you can initiate it, if you want. What do you say? Unless you had other plans? ”

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Two months after 'meeting' Aleksander, Alina found herself residing in his home in Os Alta. The Omega had never been to the city before and found herself longing for Os Kervo. Having lived nearly all her life in Keramzin, Alina had quickly taken to the ability to go to the shore whenever she wished while in Os Kervo. Now, so far from it, she couldn't help but compare her current location to Kermazin.

Although, perhaps the comparison wasn't totally fair; her intended mate's residence far outshone the rundown children's home that she'd grown up in.

Staying with Aleksander wasn't as bad as she thought it might be, although she would hardly admit such a thing to him. Their mating loomed in the corner of her mind yet, up until recently, she'd been able to focus on the positives. For one, she was given access to a study where she could curl up before the fire with a good book and an even better glass of wine. Alina could imagine spending many a winter night tucked beneath a blanket, basking in the warmth from the hearth. But, perhaps best of all, was the studio she spent much of her time in.

That afternoon found Alina in her favorite spot before one of the large windows, using the natural light afforded by the sunny day. Her fingers grasped a stick of charcoal as she sketched an image from memory: the peaceful meadow that she'd spent most of her free time with Mal as children.

An all too familiar scent drifted toward her, heralding the arrival of the Alpha it belonged to. Her stomach churned, though not in dread, as she continued to sketch. Her heat was supposed to begin next week, making her more susceptible to the pull she felt toward Aleksander. She was sure he was aware of what lay ahead, either from the shift in her own scent or from the information he'd gathered before their meeting in the airport terminal.

"Good morning," she said, looking toward the door when she heard footsteps pause.

Alina shifted on her stool to face him, fingers still grasping her charcoal.

[cchilyoja]

WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF SEO JUNG HOO - from the kdrama HEALER! this blog is mutuals only + selective + private. while the character is obviously from a show and has its own canon that I follow, at this point he is as much mine as he is owned by the writers of the show. while I personally don’t have any triggers & am interested in dark themes, there will be no writing of r*pe, incest or pedo* as those topcis have no value to me & I find them odd to willingly write about. 

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est. 10 january 2017 by delila (she/her) 30+, Eastern Europe + timezone is GMT +2 . 

IMPORTANT

he is a mercenary for hire, meaning that if we do not plot & ur character does not know him, you will be given an alias. 

themes that will be explored here: abandoment issues, social alienation, morality, selfishness, family, bad coping mechanisms, insomnia, criminal activity, capitalism, social anxiety, distrust of others. 

while he does all sort of crimes/illegal things. he does not kill.

that being said, while he despises the world, he hates himself more, and is aware that through the jobes he has done, he has gotten people hurt or killed, even though he has not done it with his own hands. 

there will be mentions of suicide and suicide ideations. 

you can also find me on my other children:

 HERE - Aleksander Morzova from Shadow & Bone

 HERE - a multi-muse blog from a variety of media.

ACTIVITY 

my muse is in charge of my activity, I am usually on one of the 3 blogs that I have, but some days I don’t feel like writing, I can be horribly fast or a complete slow poke, due to this reason, if we write, you do not have to worry about your speed ever. 

[luminescenc1e]

“ You should try and attack me. ” Unmoving he stood facing her. The mornings had lost that summer warmth and a chill had permeated the air. It was nicer to be outside, but where they stood, further away from the stables, there had been no one else. “ I haven’t seen what Baghra had been teaching you. ”

He could imagine, having gone through her rigorous training centuries before. She was an unforgiving teacher, choosing to use force and intimidation freely, traits that he had picked up willingly or not.

Not that he had much practice in teaching, that wasn’t something that held any interest, but with Alina, he could assist. “ Maybe you can imagine I’m someone you want to hurt. ” There was a smile now as he spoke, moving slowly to the side. “ And let’s see if I can defend myself from you. ”

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[luminescenc1e]

🎁 for the Darkling

The wind bites at any exposed skin. It is early morning, the sun barely managing to climb over the hills in the distance, the weak rays only managing to titter across the frozen grass below his feet. The royal family has prepared yet another celebration, where resources that should be used for better things, anything else, would be used to fatten the nobles and other lords, provide them well-deserved entertainment and a few days of drunken stupor. The First Army is underfunded and made up of peasants who had no other choice but to join, hoping that they might receive a pension if they survive long enough.

And his Second Army needed more resources to defend them from their northern neighbors. These demands that he had made are falling on deaf ears. I'VE REACHED MY LAST RESORT, SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING. This is what goes through his head as he sees carriages, filled with presents and gold go through the tall gates. "Ride with me. ” Snapped out of his thoughts, he turns to look at her before taking the reins of his trusted steed. “ We need to talk. ”

And being a little away from the Little Palace would be advisable, not only so they wouldn’t be overheard, but also so he could hope that the harsh cold December air might calm the all-consuming rage simmering for the past few days. He could kill them all, topple the idiotic idea of their monarchy, and start anew. But that would be too complicated, too many things needed to still be figured out. “ What of the prince? ” He finally asks as they are further away in a slow gallop.

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[luminescenc1e]

Kefta lay abandoned, thrown across his bed. But he didn’t sleep, he could not. Since they had brought her back, his waking hours had been spent by her bed, snapping at the healers, or anyone that dared approach her rooms. She would resist, once she woke, she would want to escape, but this time he would not let her. She didn’t know what was best for her, she was too young to truly see the world for what it was and to realize that all of her friends, would die, old age or illness would take them, and then she would be alone, fully alone as he had been. As he looked up Ivan stood by the doors, it was enough to exchange a look to know that someone had happened, something to do with Alina.

Aleksander shot up, leaving the chair to topple behind him, moving through the hallways like a shadow unable to stop until he reached her bedroom. She still looked weak and so small in her bed with the blankets around her. He had managed to hear the last sentence, his feet moving on their own accord. She had forgotten, so much of what had happened, she had lost. A blessing. If he believed in any of the gods, he would have fallen on his knees and prayed. But no, this was more of a sign, that they could leave those times behind. “ How do you feel? ”

The healers scrambled away, letting him reach her before he sat on the edge of the bed. His hand moved towards her until he could touch her fingers, anything. So desperate he was, that he felt fully consumed by it, a sigh escaping his lips at the smallest contact. “ Your injuries were far worse than we could have known, I will explain everything. But you are fine now, and safe here with me in the Little Palace. That is all that matters, leave us. ” Without looking at anyone else he spoke, adding. “ And bring her something to eat. How do you feel? Tell me. ”

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Slowly Alina became aware of her surroundings. A fire was crackling in the hearth, the noise punctuated by low whispering. Her head ached fiercely, worse than the migraines of her younger years that had kept her in the dark girl’s dormitory for hours.

Alina’s fingers tentatively moved over the blanket that was draped over her. The quality was good, far better than anything she’d been given in the First Army. Without a doubt she must be at the Little Palace.

Slowly her eyes opened to the sight of her suite in the Little Palace. The familiar surroundings put her at ease although they couldn’t answer the question that consumed her thoughts.

Alina made to sit up and was quickly halted by one of the whispering healers. The other hastily left the room while she was coaxed back onto her pillows. “What happened to me?” she asked, voice coming out raspy and unused. The healer, one Alina didn’t recognize, helped her sip from a glass of water. “There was an accident,” he said vaguely. “You were in bad shape.”

She gave a dry chuckle, one that earned a wince from the soreness in her ribs, at the lackluster response. “Did Zoya toss me in the training yard again?” she asked, looking toward the healer for some hint of an answer. The man seemed nervous and opted not to respond.

Alina’s stomach sank with worry. Something felt off.