Ivan L. Kristaski

"I am forced to feel every emotion. My own sorrows drown in false joy." 🗡IVAN KRISTASKI🔪 ¤Empath with a blood disorder and suicidal tendencies ¤Gay Switch(Heavy bottom lean) ¤Trigger warnings! ¤Open TL/DMs ¤More in the thread below!! Please retweet!

like a scam and I'm not going for it. So if my account gets banned, I guess this is goodbye. If my account remains, I'll still respond to messages if I ever get any. I miss you guys but I'm tired of putting in effort that goes unanswered. So if you want to write, message me.

//hey, all! I know I have not been around a lot and I'm sorry for that. I still peek in from time to time but have lost my muse what seems like permanently for RP. I'm writing this because I received a strange message about being reported "by accident" and so on. It seems +

@OfCrimsonCloak static preventing me from reading you is thick, but I'm a powerful empath. I think I can do it." Ivan hummed, smiling with determination. He did enjoy a good challenge. As the flame danced between them, he felt stronger, safer. The shared flame like a promise or miracle.

@OfCrimsonCloak Promise that I'll ever rescind my request. Not when I know how horrible it will be if I let my end come naturally." Ivan shuddered at the very thought, the memories of the last time he'd nearly died still fresh in his mind. "I will have to focus hard and really dig deep. The +

He gave a smile. "Good evening Ivan. Your drink seems to have given you some bravery. Many call me Marius"

@OfCrimsonCloak the empath's abilities. "I use fire too. But I fear I'm not as formidable in appearance as I should be." Ivan murmured, letting himself be pulled close and holding up his hand. With a snap of his fingers a little blue flame appeared between them.

@OfCrimsonCloak the contact can be minimal. Just your hand in mine or if I lay my fingertips on any open skin. With your age, I'd have to maintain the contact and really focus to get a good read." Was the explanation he offered, wishing he could see Venice as Marius had but that was not within +

@MaluPendragon big Bertha. Stole this wheel from a ship thrashed by a nor'easter a few years back when our mizzenmast fell on our old one and crushed it. Took weeks to repair out at sea but we were able to limp to a port in Massachusetts to get her properly fixed."

@MaluPendragon on a sheet of parchment. "This is Mr. Klein, our current navigator. He doesn't speak too much English, but most of our little crew here speaks German, so communication is not an issue. And this," Ivan explains, patting the grand wheel that he was just barely taller than, "is +

@MaluPendragon "Can you help me? I'm lost..."

@MaluPendragon start the tour at the wheel, shall we?"

@MaluPendragon Ivan beamed pridefully as he set Sophia down on the deck. The little girl darted off and proceeded to climb up a rope toward the crow's nest. "Thank you! We recently tarred the deck and everything." Ivan murmured, stroking the top of a cannon like one would a cat. "Let's +

@MaluPendragon a perfect match to her father's.

@MaluPendragon Ivan smiled in great amusement at the display, the smile widening when the little girl looked to him for guidance. He gave her a little reassuring nod and Sophia beamed excitedly. "Greetings, Malu! You are welcome aboard our vessel!" She said in a high, clear voice, her accent +

@MaluPendragon back from her little face.

@MaluPendragon "Daddy!" The girl exclaimed, throwing herself down the gangplank and into Ivan's arms. Despite his small stature, he easily swept her up into his arms and started up the gangplank. "Yes. This is my daughter Sophia Fiona Kristaski." Ivan introduced, soothing a wild lock of hair +