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whoops i blinked and i was in a depressive fog for two weeks... writing to return soon? probably?
#â  ââ  i make wearing black a personality trait  ( out of char )#i'm currently playing p5r and shaking off the bad brain and i'm not Quite back to baseline but alas we're working on it#also work is busy and etc etc etc.#also playing p5r makes me want to write akira more on my multi so there's that
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ok weâre back. no one knew i was gone but i just wrote a dainkae fic like a madperson for the past few days for some reason so anyways...
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outriidingâ.
   WHAT A MISTAKE. she knew the moment that she saw who she had hit with her snowball ( though she was surprised that she hit him with it at all ). her victory cheer died in her throat with his clap, & her hands rose, shaking wildly as if it might change the decision that she knew heâd already made.
   â wait, kaeya, no, no, noââââ! â
   WITH HIS SNAP came the snow & with the snow came the coldââââ she yelped, body jolting, hands brushing the snow off her arms. she would warm up fast, but it did nothing to help the initial shock.
    â thatâs cheating! â
     they laugh, carrying and jovial / itâs the sort of laugh that you have to create from your chest, genuine and thoroughly pleased with themselves. he can already see the snow beginning to melt on her skin and hair and kaeya grins at her, hand waving lazily in the air as the snow beneath him shifts and lifts, forming a neat sphere that falls into the palm of his hand. shame, that he can barely feel the difference in temperature.
    â now, amber, you can hardly call it cheating when iâm using my natural talents, â thereâs hidden humor there, rather morbid and multiâlayered. NATURAL TALENTS, abyssal magic, dirtied by this cursed vision.
    â how strange... i never took you as one to back down from a fight. â
#outriiding#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#i know this is from nov but listen...#k.aeya pls stop goading her into an unwinnable snowball fight w you SDKGNSKJDNG
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reignsvirâ.
@albrichâ sent:Â Â Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.
Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.
Expression twists in the shortest lifespan of simple hurt and most ironic of worries ( but it, as things often tended to do in self-preservation, swiftly disintegrated into vaguely annoyed aloofness, even as a jaw still clenched in horrible tautness, as knuckles whitened in his own unhelpful grip ).  ââ Good morning to you as well, ââ he greets rather dryly, tongue sour without anything sweet to wash the bite down, as words were already not set out to be kind.
One could only fathom the origins of this anxiety seldom voiced by a once-brother, for proximity was scarce in its generosity despite the surmounting care that still ordained the softest of painful pangs in his stomach. Mouth purses as he lightly shifts his head, arms crossing in both habit and uncertain restlessness ( are you all right ? / you sound tired / father wouldnât like seeing you this way ).
ââ Youâve always been very selfish, ââ he murmurs under his breath, crimsons finally meeting azures ( are you seeking comfort, too ? / we arenât children anymore ). Sentiment swells in a hitching breath as he attempts to meter the beast down, suffocating the self-inflicting poison that threatened to bubble out. The most curious guilt. Â
Reds gravitate to the vision.
Itâs a nauseating sight, and the young man is immediately forced to look away, a reaction that could be attributed to the earlier forgoing breakfast to venture into the day were he to be asked about it later ( he wouldnât be, he knows, they both do ). Why ask the obvious.
ââ Could you promise me the same in return ? ââ
     how so very morbid, or would you rather cause it morose? shall we simply refer to this conversation, or to the whole of the tale of these two soâcalled brothers? both are widely applicable to the ruin that lies between them, after all, this battlefield that stinks of death and decay and other unspoken things left to fester and rot. seeing diluc makes kaeyaâs skin prickle, nerves alight, teeth on edge, otherwise unpleasant things âââ
     ( but thereâs that betrayer, that sense of farâoff relief : are you okay? have you been sleeping enough? are you working yourself to death and beyond? but then thereâs this : donât look at me with that disdain in your eyes. )
    â are we in the market for pleasantries, now? â the humor if it all is that diluc is not the aggressor, not truly. no, itâs kaeya who seeks out fights with his dear brother, who appears and riles him up and feels poisonous flashes of amusement and despair and fury in regards to diluc.
     sentimentality will be kaeyaâs killer.
    â oh? â this is said with a laugh, their tone genially warm, but their gaze mere shades away from mocking. â i seem to remember otherwise from our youth, â it pains, to mention it, even obliquely. even barely. even hardly brushing upon it / the child soldier who followed behind his false brother, who was his shadow, who followed every last beck and call. what else could they do? ( bratty and petulant in his own right / boy prince stripped of their crown and all, but always deferential to their dear brother. )
     his chest aches. heart and body ache. looking at diluc hurts more than it doesnât / kaeyaâs scars itch. isnât it funny, what a mess weâve made of things? yes, yes : you and i, the pair of us, together. â i think iâve proven myself rather well in that area, â a macabre joke that only diluc may understand / for kaeya hardly defended himself at all that night. or, at least, not half as well as he could have. heâs cold, frozen to the bone / smiling still. â but... what would you say if i did make such a vow? â
#reignsvir#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#i forgot about this and remembered it again and here we are
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    he appears at her side as if out of thin air, a strangeâcuriousâalmost too tight smile on his face. â hmm, letâs go for a walk, shall we? â they offer their elbow to her without any true expectation that she takes it âââ his skin feels too tight and thereâs a strange look in her eyes and eternally, it feels like the walls will inevitably close in on them. always, always, always. and he feels a compulsion to take a stroll ( and, every other day or so he wants to RUN AWAY, flee entirely, rid himself of these pestilential creatures and scrub his skin raw, down to muscle and bone and bury themselves into the earth / ACCURSED CHILD OF THE EARTH AND ALL, but ) and take her with him, far enough that they cannot see these fixated eyes any longer. yet not far enough to raise alarms to drag them back. â i could certainly do with some fresh air... donât you agree, barbara? â
@fluminasâ, for that fun little fatui verse !!
#fluminas#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  we become the god whom we eat ( fatui )#oh this will be fun
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    the earth calls and leylines beckon and the cosmos themselves guide them home âââ home conceptually. home physically. is there a home? home as a cobweb of memories, home as a people / home as a person, faded and gone. how melancholy, how morose, utterly morbid and heâs utterly sober !! he looks at her ( bright and bright and brighter, burning so hot that sheâs bound to burn out / he is a child of the stars and one day they will all burn out, all stars die ) and wonders / she makes him CONTEMPLATIVE. a special talent !! or maybe itâs simply that he finds himself curious about them, about where they had arrived from. where they will go to. that face, so familiar / deep in his heart : where itâs buried beneath the earth, beneath his occupied throne.
    â  lumine,  â  he says her name wonderingly, wondrously, a shade of a smile playing at their mouth, paired with a tilt of their head,  â  you mentioned that you and your brother were separated, right?  â  this, too, theyâre familiar with : that losing a brother is like losing a limb, or rather, your heart.
@ahliteâ !!
#ahlite#in character#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#ok ik u were asking on the other blog but anyways hi
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currently sitting here pondering how kaeyaâs abyssal and khaenriâahn physiology isnât compatible with the vision that was forced onto them and how they shifted from just a bit off to human perception ( cold to the touch, eyes that are a bit too bright in the dark, light sensitivity issues, etc. ) to outright the vibes are off here ( colder, snow doesnât melt on him, he has a resting heart rate of like 20, just something overall off ) and additionally how it impacts their health. chronic pain ( not helped by immense scarring from the diluc situation ), migraines, intermittent numbness and pain especially in his fingers, etc. getting that vision... did not do kaeya any favors.
#â  ââ  i make wearing black a personality trait  ( out of char )#i simply think they and a vision aren't compatible and there should be consequences to that and he just has to Fucking Deal
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    â youâre not from around here, â their voice is warm with a teasing tone, lilting and bright like moonlight slanting across crystalline water / paired with a smile on his face and a curious gleam in their eye as he leans, perhaps a touch ostentatiously against rough brick. life is all about presentation and crafting an image and et cetera, and he arches his brow and gives the man a once over. a test? to gather information? yes to all of the above, naturally, kaeya never does anything without cause nor reason, and capturing peopleâs reactions is one of the most essential pieces of intel gathering. â iâd certainly remember that face. â
@ruinedheartâ, for terra !!
#ruinedheart#ruinedheart : terra.#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#listen... i was sitting here like 'i wanna write kaeya' and so this happened so we're just going to have to deal with it ig
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@albrichâ asked: âhere we are. home now. youâll be safe here.â || hold on i just found this in my draftsÂ
itâs getting bad again.
these things come in waves, you understand. there are days â a week, once, after the travelerâs influencer â where she can pretend it doesnât exist at all. no men are staring at her skirts, her chest, anywhere they could devour. so long as they arenât touching, it isnât happening.
there are days when barbara will catch Kaeya staring at the worst offenders with something like violence in his eyes, but she knows better than to get her hopes up; the years have been long, he hardly owes her for that night any longer. if he ever thought he did in the first place, of course. yes, the most she can hope for is the littler - ones, the sweeter - ones, that the Dionas and the Klees will be swept up in some warm embrace and taken away by the winds.
( when she was twelve, the Grandmaster looked her up and down and commented what a pity it was that even as sheâd grown into the rest of her features, her motherâs face remained etched into her nose, her lips, the down - turn of her eyes. â still, â heâd said, her fatherâs hand rooting her to the marble floors, â youâll have no shortage of suitors, thatâs for certain Seamus. â )
itâs getting bad again, so Kaeya walks her home in the evens before their nightly trip to the angelâs share; home with heavy padlocks reinforcing the windows, home with a bare mattress against the wooden floors, home with a bat tilted against the door - frame. they are beloved both, mirages of shimmering personalities, but the overwhelming silence of the night prevents any admirers from approaching.
â here we are. home now. youâll be safe here, â Kaeya says, not a hint of the usual levity in their tone; itâs far too late for such things. perhaps when they were children barbara would have giggled if he flourished and presented the run - down flat like a princessâs castle, but those façades are too played out to be of any used nowadays.
Kaeya, on the Falcon Coast, watching his sister stay beneath the waves until her fingers prune and shrivel. Barbara, catching her brotherâs eye as they work over the crowd at a Knightâs party easily as breathing. this is not the first time either of them have drowned.Â
â goodnight, kaeya, â barbara replies, voice hoarse and breathy from the dayâs performance. â thank you. â
#fluminas#â  ââ  kiss of frost  ( saved )#it's the way that when they were children violence wasn't an answer because it simply Was and it was wretched and by the time they were old#enough to do anything about it babs is so badly effected by it... and he does what he can for his little sister but sometimes it's just not#enough... he can threaten with sweet words and twist some arms after he carries her home but will that do much now?#god#this is not the first time either of them have drowned
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heartsruinâ.
kaeya was ââ so peculiar. a mystery shrouded within layers upon layers of ice and snow and sylvain has never really been one to mind the cold, but even he was human enough to notice the freezing temperatures. had it truly been fate that reunited them like so? sylvain would never really know and so, he leaves the question untouched; it wasnât anything he really cared to find the validity to, anyways. â someplace warmer would be ideal, but itâs not exactly necessary. the only things required is that youâre there, after all.  â they fall into the perfect pace and suddenly dragonspine wasnât big enough / the roads coming to an end all too soon for his liking. attentive eyes dare to step away from the hazards on the road and shift to his company, taking in the sight of the cavalry captain powdered with freshly fallen snow. they almost looked ethereal / like royalty from a fairy - tale land. would announcing his thoughts earn sylvain some brownie points? â why leave it to fantasies? if thereâs nothing that requires your immediate attention, we could go find ourselves some good wine, a warm corner of a room.. the thought alone is enough to warm me to my core.  â
    â itâs reassuring to know that the cold hasnât frosted over your charming nature, â or rather, gaudily flirtatious nature, but they themself understand toeing that line. the two of them arenât so very different, after all, on the surface âââ itâs what drew kaeya to him to begin with. bright red hair and a smile to kill, who wields words like a weapon and doles himself out so reckless. theirs is a charm learned, not innate. taught and picked up over time, refined with practice : ALWAYS FOR A REASON. they think they can see the edges of sylvainâs mask / and wants to rip it away, see what lies beneath. curiosity killed the cat/ but satisfaction brought it back / and so on. â it is a rather nice fantasy, hmm? â a warm corner would do him little good and thereâs little warmth to inject into the core of someone who has been tampered with by gods who treat mortals as their playthings / but the thought is nice enough. â perhaps if we hurry that fantasy may become reality sooner than you ever could have dreamed, â he looks to sylvain and tilts his head and the corner of his mouth curls as he reaches out and / brushes melting snow from his hair, fingers not even brushing against his scalp. nearly anywhere would be better than here, with this non-freezing body, not even similar to a corpse in this way, cold and frigid and frozen through, deeper still than simply the blood of the earth. â the angelâs share is quaint enough, but i do believe i have some bottles in my quarters i have been sharing for an occasion. â he turns and keeps walking / just imagine him whistling.
#heartsruin#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#this took me a hot second Only because i lost the reply once and essentially rage quit lmao
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fluminasâ.
â see ?? â the bluebird lands on barbaraâs outstretched fingers with an expectant cheep, which she rewards with a seed from her other hand. â he just wanted to say hello. âÂ
    â so he did, â he says, not without a strong hint of humor, but he watches the little bluebird / keeping his distance, as well. surface animals arenât overtly fond of him, and never have been. â you certainly have a way with animals, barbara, arenât there fairy tales about this very thing? â
#fluminas#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#scoops this and babs up and runs
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AT TIMES, OUR OWN LIGHT GOES OUT AND IS REKINDLED BYÂ A SPARK FROM ANOTHER PERSON. EACH OF US HAS CAUSE TO THINK WITH DEEP GRATITUDE OF THOSE WHO HAVE LIGHTED A FLAME WITHIN US.
independent multi-muse featuring muses from series such as genpact, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, square enix media, characters with original lore and much, much more. ⸝ AUTHORED BY JUNI. c.
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luxdeaâ.
   OUT THE BANDAGES came, & she attempted to keep him talking as she dressed the wound. â iâm honored, but i supposed iâll have to work on making myself more intimidating. â an empty threat. everyone was too afraid to get close to the princess. they trembled at the thought of her judgement, revered her & kept their distance, but sheik had no such problems. sheik had friends, & she wouldnât do a thing to threaten that.
   EXCEPT, PERHAPS, PUSH a bit too far in her concern. but, only when necessary, & she wasnât quite sure that this situation required that just yet. she did spend too long staring at them, studying the easy way their lips curled up into a smile, how he seemed unconcerned despite her own worry. â i know. â zelda had the scrapes & bruises to prove the statement true, a few bandages still wrapped around some of the worse injuries she had sustained, attempting to keep them away from prying eyes. â iâm afraid i have a habit of worrying more than necessary. â though there was still no saying whether or not it was needed in this situation. his answer hadnât quite relaxed her. â unfortunately for you, i worry for all of my friends, & so it isn'tâ something that will simply stop. â
    to be seen is a sensation that they are minimally aware of. he has always known how to make himself unseen, unknown, unknowable âââ he learned the art of subterfuge young and continued his lessons independently as he grew and the thick walls of his only grew ever thicker, ever more dense, not crystalline ice but shot through with pockets of air, clouding the image that lies below. sheik is trying, they think : SHE IS TRYING TO SEE BEYOND, or peer between the minute fractures that decorate the outermost layer, yet there are still miles to go before she will see anything but fields of frost.
    your concern is touching, truly, but ( ... )
    worrying and wishing and waiting and hoping and et cetera. they roll their patched up shoulder absently, feels the sharp pain / but the bleeding has gentled / and eventually his blood will clot and a new scar will form. they could go to barbara to avoid that, but. â thereâs simply no helping it, i suppose, â he says with a put upon sigh, ever with the flair for dramatics, and a brief shake of their head ( and smiling still. ) â though, you do seem to have the habit of being around whenever i find myself in a bind. thank you for this, by the way. â what? HE WAS RAISED WITH MANNERS, thank you. ( by which family? âââ yes. )
#luxdea#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#SDKLGNSKJDNG yes. yes that exactly. backpack sheik for Life
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kaeya is... so pretty
#â  ââ  i make wearing black a personality trait  ( out of char )#no thoughts but k.aeya... brain infect w k.aeya... my Wife
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fluminasâ.
â would you like a numbered list ?? i could draw one up for you. â
    they laugh, showing their statement as a blatant falsehood but, well. sometimes it feels to laugh purely out of hilarity. â is that your question? and here i was, prepared to give you heartfelt advice. â
#fluminas#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )
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fluminasâ.
â i have a question, but you arenât allowed to laugh when i tell you. â
    â ââânow when have i ever laughed at you? â
#fluminas#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#they've Definitely laughed before but SKDJNGSKD
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luxdeaâ.
   THE IRONY WAS not lost on her at his word choice, & she had to stop herself from the laughter that threatened to bubble up once he said the word commandââââ a punchline to a joke she knew they wouldnât be aware of. â surely it must have been if it was able to get you to obey. â this time, there was no hiding the laughter that slipped into her tone. impa would have scolded her for such a quip, & somehow that only made her want to laugh more. still, she bit it back, attempting to focus on her task.
   SHE COULD FEEL their eyes on her, & she resisted the urge to look up & meet their gaze. she couldnât help the scoff she let out as her work was suddenly disrupted, & only then did her gaze finally raise. â do that again & i will personally escort you to barbara. â a promise she knew she would make good on should she need to. â these lucky hits seem to be happening more often. â zelda considered her words very carefully. she considered being subtle, but decided that direct would likely be better.
   â is everything alright, kaeya? â
    â i was more concerned with facing barbaraâs ire âââ this is the lesser of two evils,â said with a laugh and heavyâhanded amusement, though itâs an objectively true statement all the same. they loathe to put that look on barbaraâs face when so many others manage to do it for them to start with / and he can still remember singed skin and burning hair and barbaraâs brows, furrowed, eyes full of tears. so young : TOO YOUNG. sheik tending to their wounds ( again ) is far easier to handle, on every level.
    â hmm? â a wondering noise / a curious noise. he looks at her with bemusement bright in his eye and wonders if sheâs MORE SHARP than heâs given her credit for âââ or if this is simply concern in regards to injury. â of course, why wouldnât it be? â easy words and a light tone and a charming smile. is everything alright? : well, that depends on your definition of alright, does it not? they find themselves entertained by this turn of conversation / by the gentle hesitancy, injury wiped clean and a door left open, all but begging for a gust of wintry air to blow through. â your concern is touching however, sheik. fear not, itâs only natural to sustain some injuries on patrol. â
#luxdea#â  ââ  ice : refracting light  ( in char )#â  ââ  last hope / looming winter  ( main verse )#the mental image of that made me laugh sdkgjnsdg
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