Slow Horses – S02E01 – Last Stop

Jack Lowden as River Cartwright Slow Horses – S01E02 – Work Drinks

JACK LOWDEN as River Cartwright in Slow Horses 3.01

nikolai and an alina talking about the darkling post row when

There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.

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Inspired by that one scene from Red, White and Royal Blue... Don't mind the show costumes with the books' character designs except Pyotr who is show Pyotr and— Just enjoy the darkolai

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“Do you think I’m like the Darkling?” I studied him — the golden hair, the sharp uniform, those too-clever hazel eyes. “No,” I said slowly. “I don’t think you are.” I rose to go join Mal. “But I’ve been wrong before.” — "siege & storm" *** At night they were the jaunty dandies, at daylight — knights of bitter wars. They weren’t "royalists" and "traitors" — they were all their country’s sons. But that life span in short-lived cyclone, and passed like fleeting summer cloud, Above impassible horizon their guiding star was burning out. — "to the generals of the russian civil war"

rhaenys, a woman, would not inherit the iron throne.

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HE IS doing his utter best to keep his cool . and usually nikolai is very good at doing just that . but there is very much panic setting into his bones . she's powerful . TOO POWERFUL . the parem coursing through her , taking her over , practically burning her through .

❝ lark - LARK ! you have to listen to me ! you have to think ! come back to me . ❞

IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN DARKNESS WHICH HANDS ME THE BRUSH, THE PEN --- ALL THE INSTRUMENTS OF CREATION

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Who are you when you're not performing?

whoo boy am i having an emotionally rough go of it. it's not even my meds not working. it's just. like. life lmfao

HE DOES often let himself be perceived as the partying prince on occasion. it would not be necessarily out of the NORM for nikolai to show up late , slightly ruffled , though usually that's just an act even if it's one he hasn't performed in quite some time ( how careful he is of his image since he's come upon his own ambitions ) . but certainly he might be allowed to indulge every once in awhile .

❝ you've caught my attention , general . you know a ball is starting to seem less and less INTERESTING . ❞ it's said low , a dark liquid look in honey - brown eyes . it's impossible to tear nikolai away from a task that matters . luckily a ball is hardly that .

THE DARKLING SNORTS , dark eyes flickering across the Tsarevich's face. He enjoys these little moments , even if to admit to it would make him weak. WANTING ; wanting was something he loathed & yet experienced every single time he was around the other. IT WAS FRUSTRATING , it made Aleksandr want to pull back - and yet instead , he is a moth drawn to a flame that burned brighter than most , in Ravka. A soft hum leaves Aleksandr's lips as he tilts his head. "My dear Tsarevich , if debauched is the look you're going for , i can think of another way to achieve such a goal." WHICH UNFORTUNATELY / OR FORTUNATELY ; would likely made them incredibly late.

SHE'S INSIGHTFUL . incredibly so . but oh she is so terrible at hiding anything at all . a trait he has noticed not for the first time . but the eagerness with which she tugs him toward the sled , the tender way her finger slides across the wood , and that slight quaver in her voice that betrays her excitement . her visage may have the lofty air of indifference , but nikolai has no issues reading her like a book .

there is a slight smile on his lips , not just from her reaction , but of PRIDE as well . there is care into every invention nikolai has created and knowing others find beauty in it too satisfies him in a way few things do .

❝ it's small , ❞ he warns , ❝ and having it hold two people will slow it down from when i took it here , but we should be able to just fit . if that's what you'd like . ❞

❛ my people tend to keep these lands clean so i doubt i would’ve found anything in the morning. ❜ ulla replies, as a matter of fact, as if it wasn’t at all disturbing to allude to the fact her people ate human flesh. silvery blues fall on the sled he nods towards. she speeds up her pace, practically dragging him along, as she makes her way to the means of transportation. she stops by its side, fingertips gliding onto the frame as curious eyes study the sled. ingenious, she thinks. she’d never seen anything like it in her lifetime and it says a lot, considering she’d been around for centuries. she knew all too well he’d designed it himself. after all, he was the man behind the brilliant privateer she’d been fond of, though she’d never admit it (not sober that is). ❛ i would love to try it. ❜ she says after tearing her gaze away from this marvelous invention of his. she’d managed to school her face into that icy indifference but her words were betraying her. mother of the seas have mercy on my soul. she couldn’t let herself be swayed by a prince. not again.

HIS BROW arches , a scoff threatening to escape . not at the first part . aleksander may very well be right about that . hence why the former general is allowed nowhere but this saints - forsaken cell . but it's the second part that does it , a look of amused disbelief on his features .

❝ ALTERED the history ? i haven't needed to alter anything . your actions , the terror you created , all speaks for itself . i didn't need to do anything for that narrative . it wrote itself . ❞

He wondered about the bastard king sometimes, why he arrived to the cell so often. The shadows were quiet now, but he could still feel them, flickering there. Like a sense that he hadn't quite lost, but couldn't find as easily, as quickly.

Aleksander tilted his head back, the smallest quirk of his lips almost revealing a smirk. Almost. It's the most amusement he has shown the other--or anyone--in quite awhile.

❝ Is that what you tell yourself, ❞ he pondered, speaking as if he wasn't directly addressing Nikolai, ❝ to convince yourself that all is well? ❞

He knew there were those that would have died for him. Given every bit of their heart and soul to him. And perhaps, in a way, those losses had been the most painful.

If he let himself feel them.

❝ That I would hold so little sway over them... Even if you have altered some of the history, of course. ❞