skirka | GEN TEXTING | APR 2021 "if i take you on a cliffside walk, will you push me over and watch my body dash to pieces on the rocks below? a frightening thought. imagine all the citizens that haven't gotten a chance to admire my face yet."
skirka | CAUGHT IN THE RAIN MEME | MAY 2021 the acerbic tongue is unmistakable, not quite the right accent to be zoya's, which means then that it's another steel-spined harpy he's chosen to invest his time in. he attempts to rationalize it — the midnight letters, their mutual sleepless nights, the way he's used their correspondence as a way to avoid sleeping entirely so that the demon will have no chance to take hold.
skirka | GEN TEXTING | JUN 2021 "are you announcing a battle to win your heart? ten suitors fight to their bloody ends and the last man standing gets to put a ring on your finger and be called royal consort to her majesty the almost queen, thus earning the privilege to be eviscerated by your poison tongue each morning and night?"
skirka | MORNING AFTER MEME | JUN 2021 it's in that exact moment that cersei lannister appears before him with a very passable mockery of a demure curtsy that he knows to be even more insincere than most of the words he's uttered in this room just today. his smile, then, shifts to something that he has to cover with a cough.
skirka | GEN TEXTING | OCT 2021 his memory has failed him but his panic has not; it's inconveniently slipped its leash and is currently making a valiant attempt to choke his normally unwavering confidence into submission. there's blood in his mouth and he doesn't know whose it is. an animal, he tells himself. a formerly adorable and now very unlucky family of rabbits. he needs to gather his bearings, needs to get up and search for a body, needs to figure out where he is. all of these things seem impossible, his body lying uselessly in the dirt, trembling badly from the monster leaving his limbs. he wants to turn over and vomit.
( psl — conceited bitches accidentally developing feels au, nikolai/cersei )