#zoya threads.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @caeruleums

"what the fuck made you think i'd ever want to see you again?"

[doc0bill]

need everybody to know about this question Sujaya answered during her panel at magic con

she’s so precious I want to give her the biggest hug

[dhampiravidi]

make me your villain, Miss Holt...

All Jayn knew was that one moment, she was being fired for pretending to be a man (they didn’t exactly let women work at shipyards), and the next, she had a new job. Well, she knew that her father had used his connections to help her. (She’d hate to see the look on her mother’s face when she came home unemployed and failed.) A noble like him, Ravkan instead of Fjerdan, wanted help cataloging his things before he moved. She’d managed the supplies and salaries at the docks, so he considered her qualified. It was better than the other "help" her father had given her, which was an arranged match with a Matthias Helvar. There was no way Jayn was giving up her life to live in a freezing cold country amongst misogynists. She'd find reasons to put the wedding date off until she had enough footing to properly decline.

So she took a ferry from Kerch, a sandskiff through the mysterious Shadow Fold, and a train into Ravka’s mountains. The people in the eastern part of the world were easily the most superstitious. Those on the train had prayed to their Sankts before the journey had begun, and the Suli people who had agreed to take her to Count Morozova's door had unsuccessfully offered her a number of protective charms before they left.

Jayn told herself that there was nothing to worry about. She'd learned how to fight at the shipyards, with her fists or with whatever was on hand (no pun intended). But even in Novyi Zem, they told cautionary tales about the zowa Ilya, a man who dabbled in forbidden mystical arts to create something out of nothing. He had died a tragic death, and one of his descendants had used the same magic to create the Shadow Fold. It was said that enemies of Ravka were targeted by monsters who lurked within. In reality, Fjerda had only dared approach Ravka from the Fold once during the war decades ago, and it had only resulted in deadly failure.

She approached the doors of the Count's ornate, yet intimidating castle, and knocked on them with a shivering hand. Her luggage sat next to her, almost like an obedient puppy waiting to accompany her inside.

@starlsssankt

[siobhcn]

capela das irmãs com @zcyarheim

siobhan tinha sonhado com barcos. o dia era estranhamente ensolarado, os raios solares refletiam na água cristalina do oceano de maneira que o horizonte se tornava um enigma; nada existia além do balançar hipnótico do barco e do cheiro salgado da maresia. a realidade na manhã seguinte era puramente antagônica: a massa gélida ainda cobria o horizonte e sua tão estimada primavera não estava mais lá. tudo era frio e opaco assim como o interior de siobhan ao se deparar com aquela realidade. era emblemático a forma como aquele fragmento passou a assombrá-la, um indicativo silencioso, embora insistente, de que talvez siobhan tivesse que deixar de ignorar certos acontecimentos. foi então que pensou nos barcos novamente. e depois em saturnalia. os pensamentos em labirinto chegavam em um destino comum: uma memória que deveria estar enterrada. seu íntimo parecia um lugar mais seguro para admitir que estava exausta em se ver cada vez mais forçada a esbarrões; uma linha fina que parecia puxá-la para o outro lado onde na outra ponta sempre encontrava ela. então, era simbólico usar uma linha para amarrar o pequeno embrulho vermelho dias depois do desencontro no aviário, a letra cursiva no cartãozinho carimbando a possível futura dona daquele presente. a humilhação, porém, parecia inevitável: se quisesse mesmo ser bondosa, teria que procura-la. encarava grupos de changelings em busca da mulher, a ideia soava tão absurda que quase a fazia rir de si mesma, pois sabia muito bem que o sentimento de desgosto era mútuo, nítido por cada encontro entre elas resultava em um cabo de guerra que ambas preferiam arrastar até que as mãos sangrassem ao invés de cederem. e não é isso que está fazendo abaixando a sua guarda com um presente estúpido? a voz em sua cabeça era cruel, plantando dúvidas como farpas ao mesmo tempo que a decisão de enterrar o que zoya vyrkhandor um dia representou para aeragon era o necessário para os caminhos não se cruzassem nunca mais. o ímpeto de desistir era real, quase irresistível, mas foi ao visitar a capela das irmãs que seus olhos pousaram na figura familiar, um terrível déjà-vu decorrendo-lhe a espinha ao estar diante daquele ponto final. — zoya — declamou, esperando que a mulher virasse em sua direção.

[lysanstd]

sycamore park com @zcyarheim

era inegável que certos lugares do instituto eram reconfortantes. lysander reconhecia aquele fato apenas consigo através de seus passos que vez ou outra cruzavam com os devidos espaços. a desculpa de estar de olho em thetis também contribuía para que pudesse tomar a liberdade de frequentar aqueles espaços sem tantas desculpas. mesmo para ele, aquilo parecia mais uma liberação do que uma necessidade. e o que realmente o arrancou de sua frágil órbita de paz foi as escamas douradas que pairavam acima dele, misturando-se as azuladas de sua aquaris. a visão não era incomum, inflando ainda mais o sentimento de raiva que sentia apenas por ser obrigado a conviver com a companheira de aeksion. ótimo, era apenas uma questão de tempo. o mau humor foi se tornando presente lentamente, como se o próprio rosto de lysander estivesse se moldando à medida que a ideia de cruzar com zoya se atenuava. — não sabia que a jovem general tinha tempo para passear — mal se deu o trabalho de olhá-la quando chegou, o apelido quase sendo cuspido de sua boca. não sabia de fato quando começou, mas desde que os caminhos se cruzaram, algo ali simplesmente não funcionou; a espécie de fricção invisível tornava qualquer interação desconfortável, uma vez que os dragões se divertiam em rodopiar um com o outros pelos ares: algo que nem mesmo o incêndio foi capaz de mudar.

[my-ruthless-zoyalai]

a new zoyalai oneshot and an update to keep you second-guessing like in five minutes? it’s more likely than you’d think

aka

i had sensory overload and needed writing therapy so proceeded to lose any remaining shred of impulse control

[infamousfailure]

“Well, if I die, at least I’m not as ugly as my dad or trapped in the underground.”

[barrenstars]

it's been a few days since the incident with br-004 and bai yi having whisked zoya off to safety. it was tricky getting away from the chief with zoya being nothing but deadweight, especially since the sinners working for the chief were equally as determined to get her back as bai yi was to take her away. but she managed it, she always did. having taken the leader of legion to a safe house, or more like a hole in the ground no one would stumble across, she'd begun steady work on patching them both up, zoya more than herself. even though bai yi was injured, badly at that, her main mission was to keep zoya alive and nurse her back to health.

when it came to medical equipment the sinner was useless, but someone had already been to prepare an iv and everything else she'd need, all bai yi had to do was change it every so often, but after the first day or two she felt as though zoya didn't need anything other than rest and frequent changing of her bandages. so, at this particular hour of the night, that's exactly what she is doing. sitting on a chair pulled up by the tattered bed, the speedy sinner hums a tune absentmindedly as she uses a few disinfectant wipes to clean up around discoloured wounds. when she hears a rough groan, bright eyes immediately flicker upwards, seeing the legion leader begin to stir.

already? zoya really was absolutely remarkable.

as she takes the time to regain consciousness, bai yi finishes up as quickly as she can, putting on another bandage before turning her undivided attention onto the woman, and not her injuries. a hand reaches out to her sickly complexion, moving aside some strands of her greasy hair. she decided to wait until zoya regained consciousness before worrying about such things. ❝ good morning, sleeping beauty ~ how are you feeling? ❞ / @withsorrowandregret ( plotted starter! )

[deusadotesao]

flashback, do olimpo, afrodite + @musadosolhos

Estavam todos ansiosos. Deméter então, mal parecia se aguentar na cadeira. Afrodite mantinha os olhos atentos para que a deusa da primavera voltasse ao olimpo pela primeira vez depois do rapto que chocou o ambiente. Afrodite nunca teve certeza se realmente ela havia sido raptada ou essa era apenas a fofoca que corria. Perséfone chegou, causando um alvoroço e a deusa do amor esperou que alguns cumprimentassem-a, até que ela mesma foi até a outra e abraçou-a com um sorriso largo "Me diga se as fofocas são verdade. Você foi levada a contragosto mesmo?" perguntou analisando seu rosto, buscando alguma verdade em sua resposta em potencial "E me conte como ele é. Na cama, claro. O resto já sabemos: rabugento e mau humorado, claro. Mas eu quero saber os juicy details"

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Zoya was in the midst of working on control of her magic. She was so intensely drawn in that when someone slammed a book down on the library table she jumped. Her head shot over and she glared bitterly, “it’s a damn library! Will you-“ she was cut off by being shushed and huffed

@infamousfailure

Owen flinches at the book slamming and looks up as well, pulling his headphones down around his neck to find out if someone else is going to--

Oh. Okay. He glances over to the girl who had been trying to deal with it and shrugs with a sympathetic wince.

@infamousfailure

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @unraptures

"i know... i know i left, but i'm here right now. i'm standing right here. will you please at least talk to me?" it felt so unnatural for her, to stand there pleading like this. she'd never returned with her tail between her legs after running, always finding it easier to just keep pushing along, but it was different with her. it always had been.

[lilacrespite]

status : closed / ( @wcrstbehaviior ) location : a random restaurant

               his   indiscretions   at   crest   fest   had   landed   him   scorching   hot   water   with   tiny.   becoming   her   errand   boy   was   the   tamest   of   the   punishments   he   could   have   gotten   so   he   stood   in   the   line,   waiting   for   their   pick   up   order.   the   chime   of   the   door   opening   made   him   lift   his   head   up   and   watch   as   zoya   walked   in   to   stand   in   the   same   line.   it   couldn't   be   any   more   awkward   than   their   first   encounter   so   he   as   he   did   the   first   time,   he   opened   his   mouth   unprovoked.   ��   having   a   cheeky   night   in   with   greyson   are   you   ?   ❞   he   offered   a   smile.   ❝   didn't   take   him   as   much   of   a   kochi   fan,   just   doesn't   seem   that   adventurous   though   i   guess   that   could   be   your   influence.   ❞

[obsidianc]

@ncturnallyyours​

IVAN

               The house was quiet and still, and yet the walls seemed to offer a welcome familiarity Zoya hadn’t realised she had missed. It was the one place in the world she had only ever considered her home and she had spent the last several weeks wondering if it would still feel the same. She crept into the kitchen, knowing soon enough someone would notice the shift in the house of something strange. The Russian witch was back, with a new sense of who and what she was. “You know,” Zoya began the moment she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, her back facing the door as she rummaged through the cutlery drawer. “I have been gone an entire year and we still only have one fork. Are you kidding me?” she turned around, her cheeks tugging at an eager smile.

[siobhcn]

            capela das irmãs com @zcyarheim

não tinha completa aversão a ideia de dividir o espaço com outros desde que havia adentrado os portões de hexwood, mas de maneira óbvia, a mente nunca a havia preparado para dividir seu espaço com changelings. para siobhan, soava invasivo a maneira que a ideia de dividir seu banco favorito ou sua sombra favorita sob uma árvore, ultrapassando o mundo de suas ideias para a realidade. ela sabia, embora evitasse pensar sobre isso, a razão pela qual os caminhos sempre seguiam para os espaços que não captavam sua atenção rotineiramente. mesmo com aquela consciência pairando como uma sombra à espreita, siobhan nunca permitia que a verdade emergisse por completo, preferindo ignorar o que a fazia descer cada vez mais fundo. quando seus olhos percorreram o destino desejado, um suspiro suave escapou de seus lábios, carregando um alívio quase imperceptível. o silêncio prometia o que buscava, até que, ao virar o rosto, captaram uma figura reconhecida de imediato, o peito apertando com uma súbita tensão fantasma. não era tão tola ao ponto de não chegar a pensar na possibilidade de encontrar figuras antigas. ao passo que, instintivamente, tentou se afastar, o corpo movendo-se com urgência, mas o som áspero de seus pés arrastando no chão ecoou pelo espaço, traindo seu esforço de fuga. — pensei que este lugar estivesse livre.

[endpapcrs]

*˖  ⊹              "  thank  you  for  your  help.  "  destiny  reached  out  to  lightly  touch  the  arm  of  the  other  woman  as  they  paced  away  from  the  medical  tent.  always  the  bleeding  heart,  when  she  stumbled  across  a  stranger  who  seemed  hazy  and  out-of-it  she  saw  no  choice  but  to  ensure  they  made  it  to  someone  who  could  actually  help  them.  luckily  she  didn't  have  to  do  it  alone.  she  wasn't  strong  enough  to  lift  them  without  zoya.  "  i  feel  so  bad  for  the  paramedics  at  things  like  this.  they  must  work  such  long  days.  what  did  you  say  your  name  was  again  ?  i  like,  totally  missed  it in all the crazy.  "  /  ZOYA  (  @wcrstbehaviior  )

[infamousfailure]

Closed Starter: The Changed

Zoya had been slowly distancing herself from her father, starting with her necklace and the very pendant keeping her father alive. Of course it hurt, but she knew he was killing her for his own gain and didn’t give a single damn about her being his daughter. Without him, she was so much better off and could finally focus on herself and training in her magic.

Today, she was studying in a cafe, humming as she wrote her notes softly in preparation for an exam. She sipped her tea when she noticed someone looking for a seat. She looked up from her book and carefully made room on the table, “you can sit here if you’d like..” she said softly to Percy

@mysteriousangels