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Scene of Love // The Darkling x Reader
Summary: The moment Aleksander realizes he’s in love.
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova (The Darkling) x GN!Reader (Shadow and Bone)
Word Count: 797
Warnings/AN: None. P.S. running out of Aleksander gifs that include just him so if you are a gif creator... hint hint.
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Beyond the Little Palace laid a pond.
The pond was small, the color of sage, but reflected the sun as it shone above. Its alcove covered by heavy yields of trees; every one different. Their barks bending or white, leaves turning from green to an alluring array of autumn shades.
The cove was the color of the golden sun.
From the distance he kept, Aleksander reveled in the silhouette of you.
As the water nearly glowed, your face had been turned aside. A slight overturn on your right shoulder, Aleksander found himself incapable of looking away. His gaze set, drawn to the creature before him that illuminated with the light. Your distinctive features ornately carved by the beauty of the early afternoon, drawn to life by a slight movement of your lashes fluttering, the tilting of your head upwards toward the sun. A brilliant shining diamond amidst a sea of natural occurrence.
Your head jutted over your shoulder, etching him into your vision with a coy, demure smile before shifting forward once more.
It was so simple, so easy to imagine the joy you emitted.
Aleksander had forgotten what that was like. How it felt to be free of burden or task; his duty to his goal was too great of an accord to focus on something as benign as love. Aleksander had resigned himself to a life of distance, of apathy and sorrow. Needs met and fulfilled by passing faces to never be thought of again, reticent to the defining moments of life missed. Aleksander had never allowed himself to love—until you.
You were everything he was not. You were kind, good. A warm heart and hand to hold when days carried that burden too heavily; a forgiving smile for the mistakes he had made in the past. You learned from him, talked with him, understood him like no other. The blame of his choices were not scolded onto him. The one he loved did not act superior to him or ask to be treated as less. You were an opposite equal: someone who demanded the same respect and status but held hands instead of breaking them.
Your heart was amiable.
The way your eyes shone in the light of the golden forest, he wondered how they could gaze upon him with an affectionate lust. He was bad. A clichéd villain of type, while you provided his good. Yet you remained standing as he drank in the sight, relishing in your own mind how his eyes ranked over your form over and over in complete adoration—even if he hadn’t vocalized it just yet.
It was a rather simple concept, love. The action was difficult. A process of understanding another’s faults and convictions, truths and hardships. In the end, Aleksander would realize he needn’t know any of those things about you to love you. Love didn’t have to be complicated. It could be as simple as admiring another from a far and falling in love with their minute movements and playful gaze.
It was enough to make the heart pump faster. Enough for his words to cease and grow forgotten in his memory. His palms perspired further, his stomach feeling lighter and tougher at the same time. Hypothetical, banal butterflies filled its space with a realization that he had never felt such a way before.
Aleksander was in love. He was in love with you and while he may not admit it aloud in a few moments or months ahead, he would never forget the second he realized the feeling was real. It wasn’t a children’s story or fairytale to expand upon with lies, it was absolute. A near palpable emotion that invaded every sense and smell. Everywhere he turned, you were lingering in his vision or nose. The scent of your body, the trail of your fingers or eyes, the romance that flowed freely from them; easy to give, to maintain and protect, although he hadn't ever realized it.
How easy it had been to give his heart away when the right one stood lengths away, your own heart already given and captured by the shadowed man aside the trees.
As the emotions breached the stone-cold fortress around his heart, Aleksander forever engraved the sight before him as the sun encapsulated his reason for further existence. Purpose flowed with love, surged his desire to protect and ensure a prosperous future. For a man who had convinced himself he was not suitable for love, not worthy of feeling the very vulnerable emotions that accompany it, Aleksander had found it. Locked safely in the golden woods beyond Os Alta, a memory secured in his heart and mind eternally.
Aleksander may have lived many lives, had many names, but he would only ever have one love: you.
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Another beautiful story by @ignyxdaughter
Love your works so much ❤
𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 /𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧)
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status: on going
prologue
chapter I - ravka
chapter II - intuition
chapter III - who are you?
chapter IV - the moon and the wolves
chapter V - air singer
chapter VI - beautiful
chapter VII - closer than you can imagine
chapter VIII - a bird and a promise
chapter IX - secrets
chapter X - the shadow cupid
chapter XI - the labyrinth of bookshelves
chapter XII - always and forever
chapter XIII - the cut
chapter XIV - equals
The thought circles through his head, over and over. She might yet need it. There’s still hope. If he can make the kefta, if he can only finish what he started, then maybe there will be someone to give it to when it’s complete.
A tear spills over his eyelids, and he doesn’t realize until it’s dripping down onto his still-shaking hands.
These are the lies he tells himself to stay sane. To keep moving.
She’ll be back. She’ll need it. She’ll be cold.
He’ll keep her warm. It’s his job to take care of her.
But she won’t be back. She will never wear his gift. He could sew hundreds of keftas for her, each more elaborate than the last, and she will never have cause to wear them. There will be a wardrobe that is never opened, never disturbed.
The dust will settle, and only he will be there to clear it away.
A fourth time. A fifth. His hands keep moving, frantic to find whatever Ilsa might’ve done to the garment. This is his anchor, the tether holding him together, and now he’s breaking.
—Song of dying stars by andromedabennet
I'm fuckin sobbing on my bed :")
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“My bride, my thornless rose, my harbor from tempests, revealed to me, this is our inviolate covenant: to be true, to be present, to last until world’s end, the doves in the eves, the tides to the shores.”
“What did you do?” Alina asked, breathless, dizzy as she hadn’t been when Ivan had nearly stopped her heart. Aleksander had used a very old form of the most traditional Ravkan wedding vows, ones which bound the couple beyond any breaking, nothing and everything like merzost. “Why?”
“I couldn’t let him be the one to tell you, to make you lift the veil,” Aleksander said, angry and something else, hurt and longing. “To make it about his pride, to take the old ways and twist them, pervert them—"
“Why?” Alina repeated, the word like a prayer she couldn’t imagine answered.
“Because I wanted to,” he said. Admitted. He did something with his mouth that was like a smile but the light in his dark eyes wasn’t happiness. “Because I want you so much I cannot help myself, Alya.”
—What it is to be a thin crescent moon by middlemarch