@sixofcrowsnet heist ➸ favorite grisha
“leoni,” nina said. “have you ever had kerch waffles?”
leoni’s brows rose. “i have not.”
“well, i’m going to make you a stack so tall you have to climb over it.”
@dailyketterdam: Nina Zenik, heartrender
“You have your own problems right now, Zenik, said a voice in her head. Stop worrying about saving the world and save your own ass. Sometimes her inner voice could be very wise.”
@sixofcrowsnet month of worship: nina zenik - for @kuweiyulbo
You have your own problems right now, Zenik, said a voice in her head. Stop worrying about saving the world and save your own ass. Sometimes her inner voice could be very wise.
@sixofcrowsnet job: month of worship + @druskeles (ellie!)
”Simple as that,” said Nina. “Did you know I’m next in line for the Fjerdan throne? They call me Princess Ilse of Engelsberg.”
“There is no princess of Engelsberg,” said Matthias. “It’s a fishing town.”
Nina shrugged. “If we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”
fav!character [1/?] nina zenik // six of crows by leigh bardugo“Simple as that,” said Nina. “Did you know I’m next in line for the Fjerdan throne? They call me Princess Ilse of Engelsberg.” “There is no princess of Engelsberg,” said Matthias. “It’s a fishing town.” Nina shrugged. “If we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”
@sixofcrowsnet heist: epilogue
running her nails through her hair, inej wondered if it was possible for her heart to leap from her chest. saints, she was nervous. it had been over 3 months since she’d seen them all; she missed them more with every passing moment she had been at sea. she missed the smell of kaz’ blueberry pancakes waking her in the morning; the rumbling sound of jesper’s infectious laughter; sitting in wylan’s study, admiring the burnt orange, jasmine blue, citris green paints that he adored almost as much as he adored jes; kuwei’s knowing eyes and hidden talents and nina; nina, her friend and ally who was so brave, so strong, so amazing, she missed hearing stories from nina and antonia, her girlfriend, about their wild adventures educating druskelle on grisha and their powers. they were all there, waiting for her. home.
the boat that slavers had come to fear the very name of, “iustitia”, docked in the port. stepping forward, a wretched smell travelled through the air and under inej’ nose: death. heart beating wildy and the joyful smile wiped from her face, inej worried for the very worse. they hadn’t return her last letter.
peering down the dock’s stained path, her wide eyes glanced at the signs surrounding the wooden post at the enterance of the city, ones that weren’t there when she left. as the faint ringing of sirens reached her ears, she forced herself to breath air into her lungs. squinting, she made out the words printed in red on the sign…
“BEWARE: this city has been infected with the queen’s lady plague.”
@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka - nina zenik
“Roed fetla, he’d called her, little red bird, for the color of her Grisha Order.”
books meme: twenty female characters
►[9/20] nina zenik (six of crows)
“Simple as that,” said Nina. “Did you know I’m next in line for the Fjerdan throne? They call me Princess Ilse of Engelsberg.”
“There is no princess of Engelsberg,” said Matthias. “It’s a fishing town.”
Nina shrugged. “If we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”
@sixofcrowsnet heist: AU – six of crows as gods
SEVEN GODS RULE the earth, ichor running through their veins.
@sixofcrowsnet heist ✧ ladies
“she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare.”
—INEJ GHAFA“she was the queen of mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.”
—NINA ZENIK
@sixofcrowsnet heist: ladies
nina zenik & inej ghafa
dunyasha lazareva
zoya nazyakensky & genya safin
get to know the members + silvia
@sixofcrowsnet heist: ladies, ｎｉｎａ ｚｅｎｉｋ
“you aren’t flower. you are every blossom in the wood blooming at once. you are a tidal wave. you’re a stampede.”
nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she’d felt to the living world. she’d resented this shadow gift. it had seemed like a sham, a punishment. but just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. it was that endless, fast-running river. she’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. she was the queen of mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.