dramiones:

for @zeiniknina: matthias helvar x nina zenik. 

“you’re better than waffles, matthias helvar.” 

a small smile curled the fjerdan’s lips. 

“let’s not say things we don’t mean, love.”

corporalki:

i am already home / matthias helvar

jediknightrey:

@fandomaestheticnet: emotion event » grief: N i n a  &  M a t t h i a s
They were twin souls, soldiers destined to fight for different sides, to find each other and lose each other too quickly. She would not keep him here. Not like this. “In the next life then,” she whispered. “Go.” She watched his eyes close once more. “Farvell ,” she said in Fjerdan. “May Djel watch over you until I can once more.”

jaenmreau:

edits alphabet ◦ ━━ Matthias Helvar 

“I promise, Matthias. I’ll take you home.“
“Nina,” he said, pressing her hand to his heart. “I am already home.”

dunyashas:

^{Full name Matthias Benedik Helvar
Age 18
Status Deceased
Relatives Unknown
for @sixofcrowsnet heist: tragedies
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colmfahey:

‘cause the nights that you regret
and the days you can’t forget
leave you lonely,
and we’ll never be holy.
                    — holy, deaf havana

kaztthias for @meriknihar for @sixofcrowsnet‘s hunger games event

ghansey:

@sixofcrowsnet heist: foils ⟶ The Grisha warrior and the Druskelle soldier

“I promise, Matthias. I’ll take you home.“
     "Nina,” he said, pressing her hand to his heart. “I am already home.”

kestreltrajan:

The Fjerdan Drüskelle & the Grisha Heartrender

In all his dreams, he hunted her, sometimes through the new green meadows of spring, but usually through the ice fields, dodging boulders and crevasses with unerring steps. Always he chased, and always he caught her. In the good dreams, he slammed her to the ground and throttled her, watching the life drain from her eyes, heart full of vengeance—finally, finally. In the bad dreams, he kissed her

In these dreams, she didn’t fight him. She laughed as if the chase was nothing but a game, as if she’d known he would catch her, as if she’d wanted him to and there was no place she’d rather be than beneath him. She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed his cheeks, and he felt that if he could just hold her a little longer, every wound, every hurt, every bad thing would melt away.

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

jordietveld:

@sixofcrowsnet month of worship: the drüskelle for @kihlorn

^{“Jer molle pe oonet. Enel mörd je nej afva trohem verretn.”}

chrysseis:

@sixofcrowsnet heist: family → the drüskelle

He wanted a chance to bring honor to the memory of his parents and his sister. The drüskelle had given him purpose. But the rest of it? The jokes in the mess hall? The endless boasting and mindless chatter? That he had no use for. He had a family. They were buried beneath the black earth, their souls gone to Djel. The drüskelle were merely a means to an end.