#innidenstille

[uriciu]

@innidenstille

Were it any other ball, a pounding head and a wonderfully aching feet would have been what Cécile woke up into the arms of. Through bleary eyes she would have been dressed and ushered to the princess’ apartments to giggle in hushed tones over who wore what and who over drank to stupidity and out of their intimate circle while nursing matching cups of the hair of the dog. She should have been comparing dance cards and tales of clumsy flirtation.

Her head ached and it had little to do with the handful of glasses she had emptied yesterday. 

One moment, they were betting on what stone setting was rumored to be gifted to her and the next- Cécile could still feel the princess’ body suddenly slumped against her. Her fingers still ached from when the guards had to pry them off the princess’ hands as if she could keep them from becoming cold. She stared blankly ahead at the mass, kneeling and murmuring in prayer on just reflex.

The church had emptied but the incense still hung heavy in the air. Without knowing when, Cécile’s cheeks had become wet and somehow, she didn’t care.

[elastadelreino]

@innidenstille answering to the starter here

Antonio looked up at the sound of Sigurd’s voice, throwing him an apologetic smile and turning a bit so the other nation could see the phone he was holding next to his other ear. Still, he patted the space next to himself, inviting him to sit, getting distracted immediately to shake his head, despite the fact that the person on the other side of the line couldn’t possibly see him. 

“Vale, vale... you little danger. Just try not to hurt yourself in the process.” He chuckled warmly. “Yeah, have a good day. Call if you need anything. Hm? Of course I will, adiós.” 

Hanging up, he turned his attention to Norway. 

“It’s two am and you can’t possibly have jet lag, why aren’t you asleep? Is something wrong.”

[mou-man-tai]

au: a moment of paws

@innidenstille from here

Leon was becoming increasingly aware that his acorn ammunition was beginning to run low, not that they were doing him any good. He slowly made his way to higher branch, claws digging into the flaking bark. Maybe they'd get bored if he just...sat there. A woeful recollection of his experience as a dog quickly dashed that hope - how long had he tried to catch his own tail despite knowing that he was being an idiot?

'I'm so doomed,' he mentally groaned, his ears starting to ring from the endless noise. A sudden yelp brought his attention back to the ground, golden eyes widening as he witnessed the dogs being chased off by...a floating tree branch. What. As he watched the Dobermans run off, he felt himself being lifted up from all sides - at first he struggled against it, because honestly what the fuck, but then he noticed a pale blond standing beneath the tree, his face steeled in concentration.

Well. This was weird. His saviour was either an actual heavenly being sent to save him from becoming dog food, or (more likely) another super. Whichever it was, he was just thankful to be out of that tree.

A small mewl escaped him as he plopped into the blonde's hands, which felt uncomfortably cold. He hadn't even gotten a chance to regain his bearings before he was picked up by the scruff and held in front of the man's face; the teen simply blinked as the other looked him over like a cut of meat. Leon thought it best to keep up the whole 'cute and cuddly' facade, lightly pawing at the man's nose when asked about the acorns - hopefully, that would somehow translate as a 'thank you.'

[astorksluck-blog]

Occult Fascination

w / N O R W A Y

The creaking floor, the worn book lined shelves, and the curio cabinets packed with a variety off oddities; it was a warm welcome for the Slavic woman. She hadn’t hesitated to enter the store like a child would enter a candy store. The shop keeper offered a small greeting and inquired if there was anything in particular she was looking for to which she replied ‘no’. Her senses were overwhelmed as she took a turn down the first aisle of books.

Red, green, and blue spines where organized in alphabetical order with their categories identified in black labels. The demonology section caught her eye and she began to flip through the different book. Her attention was so occupied in the books that she hadn’t heard the small chimes on the door when someone else walked in.

[adotjones]

innidenstille replied to your post: ��

{ Text: Amerika. } Luckily we don’t look like Americans. Really dodged a bullet there.

[text] pffft yea. being ripped is awful bro

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

2,46,77

these are actually hella fucking cute y'all

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintry day?

Yes. The cheeks on my face anyway.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? 

Is this code for something?

[hollokiralyno]

☺

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

Her smile is warm, and pleasant, like one of those smiles you see and can’t help but give one back to. She definitely smiles more when she’s in the company of those she likes, but she’s not generally a person who looks anything other than at least slightly happy most of the time.

[allesanderrei-blog]

👕

“Oh! Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to.” Though Henri’s shivering would say otherwise. He had yet to acclimate to the dropping temperature of his own country, let alone the biting Norwegian frosts. And leave it to Luxembourg to choose fashion over functionality, even in this situation.

[karskeladden]

innidenstille replied to your post: [[ also guess who aced their Norwegian test from...

// NERD

[[ what can I say you’re correct ]]

[uriciu]

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Munday Meme|| ♪: Favorite song.

I’m not sure if I have one real favorite song but I do tend to listen Florence Welch’s cover of Addicted to Love oh, about 3+ times in a row. . .along with a lot of her other songs lmao.

[elastadelreino]

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♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse?

*wraps her arms around him protectively and hisses* nothing! he’s my baby!

Seriously tho. I write him in a way that I like writing him, even his weak points and faults are there because I like them being there (his vanity, his poor planning skills, his emotional instability, etc.) 

But if we are talking about canon or fanon… well I guess I dislike how he’s often portrayed as a complete idiot or sometimes even, by some really, really cringy people in a certain fandom, as a child molester. So I’d say that what I dislike about him the most is his fanon character. 

[mou-man-tai]

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♚ - one Muse saves the other from a dangerous situation, only to end up in danger themselves

It had to be dogs.

Well, no, scratch that - it had to be Dobermans. Normally Leon didn't mind the occasional yappy mutt alerting everyone in the vicinity of his presence - it was only natural for dogs to bark at cats after all. And they were usually dumb enough to choke themselves senseless before they ever managed to do much. But when he'd agreed to this task, his client had conveniently neglected to mention that the target lived right next to someone with no less than three of the intimidating canines...or that they were usually off leash. And, as luck would have it, a flimsy wooden fence that was desperate need of repair.

That was how Leon found himself in his current situation, as a small, rather fluffy black cat trapped in a tree with dogs snarling at him from every side. No amount of acorns swatted at their heads seemed to make much of a difference.

...He was definitely charging extra for this.

The teen looked around for any way of escape, his hope dwindling when he realised that the only way out was to either jump down and get mauled, or to change back and risk getting seen by someone. The social stigma that would come with the latter would be unbearable...especially since he'd finally hit 10,000 followers on Instagram.

'Can you fuck off already!?' he hissed, batting down another set of acorns.

[astorksluck-blog]

❌

What a pretentious fucking asshole. Maybe I should punch him too.

[adotjones]

📱

[text] how come half u nordics look like womn 

[coolmintcanadian-blog]

🗺

Where would the mun and muse like to travel most? Have they ever traveled away from their home city/state/country? 

MUSE: 

Mattie travels a lot! Mostly between Canada and the USA for obvious reasons. Though he avoids going to England as often as possible due to recent events. 

When he chooses to get away to be by himself, it’s often to various different provinces in Canada. His home is made in Ottawa, but he has a secondary home in British Columbia, and a smattering of smaller homes/cottages elsewhere. He’s also a real slut for camping! So even if he doesn’t have accommodation somewhere, he’s not opposed to just grabbing his tent and roughing it for a couple of days. If he had time to, he’d love to do some camping out of North America? It doesn’t really matter where. Just out of. As much as he loves his own landscape, sometimes a change is welcome.  

MUN: 

I was born in Lincolnshire in England and have since moved to Canada, visited the States several times (New York City, Chicago, Seattle, Orlando, Philly, plus some smaller places like Watertown since I now live real close to the border), and my Grandpa used to live in Scotland so I’ve been there maaaany times as wellll. Right now I’m focusing on going back to England, because I haven’t been back since...2012 or something? My family’s still over there so I’d like to visit. But I’d also really like to make my rounds around Italy, Germany and France. 

[ciocolatasirop-blog]

Happy birthday.

{ Sends him a small birthday box. There’s an old book about witchcraft of Eastern Europe, bound in new leather with gold lettering. Atop of it is a preserved spider in amber. On the book there’s also one quick note, in Norwegian’s usual clean and easy handwriting. }

Dear Romania, Happy birthday. Have a good day, and I hope you get good use of both of your presents. Coffee is on me the next time we see each other. All the best wishes, Norway.

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[ It’s not everyday you see Romania so moved he actually tears up, having friends remembering him is nice, is always nice ]   [Texts Norway] That. Spider is so cool!! I’ll use it as a pendant.  [Text Norway] And thank you! I hope we can soon, have that coffee discussing the book... That’s the best use I could give to it hanging out with ya! ! (•̀ᵥᵥ•́)b