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⚘ — LET THIS BOND BE HEARD, LOVER // KAMISATO AYATO.

i. SYNOPSIS : he bore an irrefutable connection with you, tangled through their fingers. parts of you, guides to you and he finds himself so hopelessly smitten and scared...for love it was a beautiful, painful thing. ( kamisato ayato x reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : soulmate au, red string of fate, master servant relationship, pining, reader is a swordsman, reader is described to have scars, mutual ( ? ) pining, written mostly in ayato's pov lololol. secret santa for @kopidense / @ask-court-genshin ( hi, it's me! i'm your secret santa! don't mind me posting this, it's christmas here rn and i'm excited kjhgfvgbh ). NOT PROOFREAD.

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i. THE RED STRING WAS A BINDING THING.

When Ayato had first heard of it, he remembered the cloying scent of spring and sakura scattered on the engawa. The winter frost had receded to the far corners of the garden, and to the quiet, darker places that held cowards and shadow seekers. They had no home in the sunlight, where gold dappled the trees and the new grass below. Not where Ayato stood, with how his hair was set aglow with a false halo.

His mother held him on her lap, wrapped in a myriad of silk and he thought she looked like a plum spirit or a stray kami from the stories she’d tell him ( like something far away and lost — like something so beautiful ). He offered her a few fallen petals, and she hid them away in her sleeve with a cheeky curl of her lips. She looked like Ayaka in her moments of solemnity, but here, she had Ayato’s smile.

“The red string?” he repeated. He stumbled over his words — he was still young and words were a daunting thing.

“Yes. It’s what binds us together.” she explains. “When two people are destined to love each other so much, the gods themselves descend to the mortal plane to tie them together with an invisible thread.” She traces his little finger. “And it’s a special kind of love. The kind of love where you are willing to tear the heavens apart to prove.”

( The heavens itself — ah, what a terrifying, spectacular thought. )

“That sounds scary,” he admits. A love that vast was lost to Ayato, with his still young heart and his mind filled with the steady rhythm of sword training and calligraphy letters. Gods were not a creed to be disrespected. His father said so.

“It is. But it’s a beautiful thing too, dear one.” she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’ll learn when you’re older.”

Ayato’s eyes fluttered shut. He took a deep breath in.

A few days later, by some odd miracle, he had woken to a thin silk thread around his finger; invisible to all but him. Maybe it was the gods of fate being kind, or maybe they had wished to play some cruel game. But the thread was there with its sanguine dye and he knew that someone awaited him beyond the walls of his estate.

The world was a large place for a youngster like him. His home was his bubble, the streets beyond a maze and the islands past that, a territory filled with a wildness and unexpectancy. Ayato imagined countless yokai hiding in the trees. He thinks he saw them slink and eye him when he dared to stare past the gate, where the string had led him.

He stays where he belongs, within his realm of safety, his polished shell, his garden. Good sons do not run wild unto the unknown depths.It’s teachings were etched in deep, deep, deep into his flesh ( for family itself was something that coursed through him. It was his sweat, his blood, the essence of his soul in truity. It was his reason, in the end of it all, when the beaten path tracks away to dirt and foliage. It was his purpose. ).

Ayato was a good son.

ii. THE RED STRING WAS A NUISANCE.

He found himself tripping, stumbling, tugging at it over and over till the day gave way and night arrived. Kamisato Ayato was not a child anymore. He holds something heavier in his eyes, something that settled at an age too young. To be a pillar was to sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice — and he was all that was left after his father and mother crumbled away to dust. It was his childhood first, then it was his security, then it was the extra hours spent in the sun.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice.

His desk was a sea of paper. He drowns. His Visions glows. He sets a brush down and shuts his eyes, then returns to work. He’ll see the thread tied to him falter, and pull at him, beckoning, calling, begging. On some nights beneath the warmth of his futon, he wonders if he could answer it. The world was no longer a plane of still shadows ( not when he was one now ), and its vastness hardly troubled him ( the poison in his wine was of more pressing concerns ).

Perhaps in some romantic reality, he’d have cast it all aside for them. Perhaps he’d have run to some obscure land, perhaps he’d find them swathed in honeyed gold and he’d carry them away to happier places.

Soulmates. There was a name he could give the other end now. Something to be cherished, to be kept close. Ayato casts it all aside, for his schemes held no unknowing variable, a weakness, a luxury. He lets those stories stay within their painted scrolls and foreign books, of lovers who bore each other’s souls and loved, loved, loved so intensely ( and it would sting at his chest, hurt him in ways he could never imagine being hurt ).

Thus, the gods work their magics again.

You come to him, ragged and beaten and half dead, like a starved dog soaked to the core of what was you. You looked like you had seen the wars of old, like a haunted ghost in a lonely shrine long abandoned, like someone took the sun and stripped away its shine then dropped and buried the embers below. Ayato sees the thread. He sees the end tied to your finger. He looks into your eyes.

What does he expect? Recognition? Knowing?

None of that.

You bear the seal of a fallen clan, with a name long forgotten. That was all you present. Your gaze does not wander to the string.

“Your family was wiped out two generations ago,” he notes.

“Not all of us. We persisted.” you reply. You look down now and Ayato cannot see the sharp edged cut in your gaze. He grows agitated as he presses the seal back into your hands. “Will you take me in?” you ask. There is something small, vulnerable there, and even he held pity for desperate strays. “I am good with the sword. My people are loyal. I will protect you.”

Ayato knew the ways of wielding a blade. There were years of training and tests tattooed into his soul ( he was a Kamisato, after all, with iron feeding their bones and blood ). Most of his assassins were thrown into cells by his hand alone.

“Credibility and trust is built by hard work.” he states. “Will you prove yourself?”

“I will.”

He does not understand the sting in his chest, or why you refuse to match his stare. He does not understand the bitterness in his tongue, like lead, like a nasty aftertaste. There is a part of Ayato that bears irrationality. It’s childish, impulsive, it screams away at his ears and claws and bites and devours. He pinches at the string and tugs. You do not move, or flinch. You probably don’t feel it all.

Was it anger? An anger directed at this unintentional ignorance? Ayato does not dwell on it.

“Then come.” His smile holds practiced kindness. You bow your head gratefully and follow after him. He senses no ill will from you, or how your footfalls land behind him. They shuffle awkwardly, then come to match his own. He finds comfort in it, if only for a second ( it’s warm, so very warm. It’s painful too — like some twisted blessing turned curse ).

There were times when people would harken back to his mother as they regard little Ayaka. She had her hair, her eyes, her face. She had her grace and her beauty and the little dips and contours. Ayato, however, sees a few fragments in him that hold to his mother; vestiges, the odd offhanded similarities.

They were both cruel liars in the end.

iii. THE RED STRING WAS A REMINDER.

“I will let nothing pass those doors without your bidding. Not a man and not an ant.”

Ayato dares to feel amusement; it catches at the corners of his lips and he smiles your way. You keep your head bowed. Even when washed and scrubbed clean, with clothes of finer wear — nothing could quite wipe away the dangerous streets you grew into. It was in your chipped nails, your scarred hands, the set of your jaw and the slope of your shoulders.

“In that case.” he muses as he discards odd poetry written in moments of still boredom and small notes from attendants. “I hope you live up to it.”

There is a flash in the corner of his eye. A metallic chime rings out in the emptiness of the room. He feels Thoma’s footsteps rattle against the tatami floors and Ayato’s own hand twitches over to his sword. You stay stock still, blade resting inches above the hardwood. Your expression does not shift — he likens you to a statue, unmoving, unweathered, stubborn.

“Not an ant.” you repeat, as if in assurance. You move your sword and Ayato sees the insect sliced cleanly in half. Your eyes were like the aftertaste of iron, it was something dangerous, something tempered. It dims in his presence, tamed, delicate. He keeps his hunger under secure wraps. He silences that unruly annoyance. Look at me, a part of him still calls out to you. Look at me.

Ayato blinks. “I see. Do send for an attendant to have that cleaned up.” His response is noncommittal. Thoma throws the shoji screens open and you look up at the mussy-haired boy unflinchingly.

“Master Ayato would like an attendant to clean this up.” you relay.

“And maybe some tea too.” Ayato adds.

“And some tea — ”

Thoma sighs. “Yes, of course.”

The screen shuts and your posture resumes its steadfast hold. You don’t move ( not a twitch, or a shift in breath ) and it is a discipline Ayato could appreciate outside of this pining. Maybe it was a clinical need, a wish to work away your layers and unravel your entirety. Maybe he simply longs for you and your touch. How foolish, he thinks. It’s all because he could see that damned string.

( Look at me, please, look. )

He has cast away much already. Sentiment is but another piece that holds little need.

You clench your fist. Ayato feels the soft tug at his hand and that illusion of control fractures.

iv. THE RED STRING WAS A FOOLISH HOPE.

You linger at the sides of buskers and musicians and breathe in the life the streets offer. Ayato found inexperience here, where Inazuma holds itself with a controlled chaos and you hold him steady with guidance. “The shopkeepers haggle for higher prices, and the toys over there are faulty.” you’d tell him when he asks. “The old woman sells good mochi. It feels like you're biting into a cloud. And that man often speaks of marrying his son.”

“And where were you, in the midst of this?” he asks.

“I’d play on the roadside with the other children. Often with sticks and faulty boardgames.” you reply. “When noon arrived, father would drag me back to train me. Then he died and I had no house to return to.”

Ayato falls silent. He knows that pain.

“What of the roads after that?” he pulls the conversation away to something else. You smile a smaller smile and you tell him your stories between those periods of comfortable silences. Walks like these were rare beneath the growing mountain of workload and half pointless petitions and petty arguments. Ayato learns to cherish these particular moments, where his mind lays at ease, where he could afford to ignore the encroaching eyes of spies for the latest oddity in sight.

( You were already by his side, sword at ready. )

He sees a little more life in you past the stern discipline. You grew up here, there was a piece of you that he couldn’t quite grapple with, and it stains the roads he walks on. You had a word for everything. Narukami island to you was what his garden was once to him. A shell, your safety, your cradle.

You smile again. You smile more often outside, in the sun. You smiled more often with the passage of months and years. It makes you feel real. It makes Ayato feel real and those old tales would linger at the back of his mind, of fated bonds and destinies and how he was such a foolish man to let himself fall headfirst into it all.

There is a hunger in Ayato now. It was small in its emergence, a peckish nagging, an easy to ignore hindrance. Now it festers to a greedy longing. It wants to count the days by, to devour you, to hold every bit of you close to his chest. Love was not as he expected it to be. It holds that painful, fluttering lightness and it holds that ugly encroach of tar.

( Look at me. )

“Lord Kamisato. The sun is setting. We should head back.”

“It is? I must have lost track of time.” He sees you stop by a stall before pattering on to keep up with his long-legged pace. “If you’d like, you can buy yourself something.” he relents.

You tilt your head. “Truly?” you ask. “I’m a servant, Lord Ayato. I doubt leaving my post to shop for souvenirs is appropriate.”

Discipline, discipline, discipline. Ayato sighs at the mediocrity. “I’ll be right here next to you. There is no need to fuss over that.”

“But — ”

“And if people do insist on talking, it wouldn't be too hard to keep them quiet should the need arise.”

“Lord Ayato, please.” you chide, displaying rare fluster beneath the air of stoicism to you hold up. The years brought chips in your armor. Ayato hammers away at them, a little at a time and his patience yields its own tiny rewards in little pockets. He doubts you’ll let yourself slip like this again and these instances, these rare little displays are locked away by him in a part of his heart that is rarely touched — just as beasts hoard great treasures.. “Lord Ayato is far too kind.” you add silently.

You turn. “Please do not wander away.” you voice out.

( He would not. You’re so close, so warm — And Ayato feels a subtle dizziness clock in. It's light, floaty, the aftermath of good wine and food. It's something indulgent.

Stop, that voice tells him. Stop, before you lose yourself further. )

“Now why would I do that?”

“Because that was what happened the last time.” you grumble. “You wandered away and I had to spend the next two hours searching for you. While you bought yourself trinkets and milk tea.” You pick an item up as you speak. Ayato sees how your head stays bowed, how your hand rests on the hilt of your sword, how your feet are spread out. You stay vigilant. You stay sharp.

“I offered you a sip. And of course, you refused since it was ‘an inappropriate gesture for one of your status’. Did I get that right?” he mimics, letting his voice drop to a tone more droll, drab, lifeless. He presses his fingers against your back as he looks over your shoulder to peer at your prize.

Your response is a bland “Yes.”

Ayato does not question the singular omamori you buy, bound by a red chord. Everyone wished for a bit of luck. You look up at him, clutching it close, like it was something precious. Yes, luck, he reasons.

Yet his mind wanders. Your hand brushes against him. He sees you curl your fingers in. He sees your gaze flick to his thread.

Ayato stops. Something deep inside him laughs at his idiocy.

Fool! You fool! How did you now notice?

v. THE RED STRING WAS A BUILDING PROMISE

Ayato finds himself walking the cautious path. He was no fool to what the obvious was — sprinkled omens, the barest of signs that were your admissions here and there. A tug at his finger, the whisper in the back of his mind, the doubt ( the doubt, the growing doubt ) and they pile up like leaflets in his drawer till they pour out and lay crumpled on the floor.

( He takes care not to step on them. They are precious things, these signs. )

He waits. He waits some more. He waits for you to speak up and you do not. It’s frustration that takes Ayato in the end. Reckless, fleeting frustration — something he would rather not let himself be consumed by. But it was years in the making, of hunger, of desire, of hoping that he wasn’t a gaping idiot fumbling in the dark with that juvenile fear of heartbreak. It’s years of stolen glances, of holding acid in his mouth, of unmaking him.

What would crack through in the end? To face your stubbornness is to move the foundations of Liyue’s steepled mountains. If duty is what binds your words, then he knows you may as well die with your secret, if only maintain appearances. A sacrifice for his sake. A sacrifice that sits bitter on his tongue. An unwanted sacrifice. A hideous sacrifice.

Don’t you want me? He wants to ask. I want you.

He stands. “Come.” he orders. There is a buzz at his fingertips that he wants to get rid of. ”Spar with me.”

“Lord Ayato?” you sound shocked. “Lord Ayato, I mustn’t lay a hand on you — ”

“Set those rules aside for once.” he sighs, reaching back to tug you along by the sleeves of your haori, and you patter after him, hesitant and a little annoyed, if he were to chalk that crease in your brow down to something. “We’ve known each other for years. I suppose I deserve one at least.”

“Spoken like a spoiled young lord.” you murmur. Ayato smiles at that.

“I like things going my way.” he shrugs, stopping at the grounds. Gravel and grass crunch beneath the soles of his shoes. He sets his coat aside and draws his blade with practiced elegance and you find yourself clawing through reluctance again. He tilts his head, mischief sparking in his chest, in his eyes. “Come on now. Or have your skills softened with time?”

You bristle. “They have not. Please do not provoke me, Lord Ayato.”

“Then spar with me.” he hums.

You shuffle uncomfortably, then concede, matching his stance.

Ayato feels the rush course through his mind, adrenaline set ablaze, his lungs heaving. You fight like an animal, prowling at the edges and striking, once twice thrice, harder harder harder. There is a roar in his ears, the incoming deluge, a sheer drop, a waterfall, a riptide, the river itself coursing from gentle flow to a dangerous current.

You meet his offense well, even as hydro seeps into the earth and drenches the hem of your hakama. Ayato finds ethereality in that grit, it’s a spark he cannot quite look away from and you smile at him, in that wild, unfrazzled way, with growing excitement of your own. More. more, more, more, his mind nags, his chest nips, his body feels like it’s been dipped in static. The water washes some of it away.

He wants more.

You kick up a spray. The air glitters for a moment. The red string comes into view. Ayato looks straight into your eyes as his fingers tangle into the thread. It feels there but not quite — there was no fiber that he could liken it to and he yanks at it, hard.

Your eyes widen and you let out a protest as he does so, before you’re pulled right to him, his sheath locking you in place behind you and his hands grasping at your chin.

“So you could see it.” his voice dips down, soft. You flinch. “Was this what you intended on? My first move?”

“No — ” you’re hurried, reeling from a whiplash you didn’t quite expect. You speak like how you sound, words jumbled, discordant. “I…I just…my duties do not allow me this luxury. To demand your hand — ” He’s heard it enough times already and they’re drowned out by static and his mother’s voice and his own stuttering heartbeat.

“Enough.”

Silence.

Ayato takes a breath in. “I have waited through time and desire.” he begins. You're soft beneath his fingertips; warm as you lean into him. He wonders how much longing you drowned yourself beneath. “I will deal with the aftermath to come, should you let me continue this pursuit. Know that my feelings are not superficial…so please. Let me…” he trails off.

A spoiled young lord.

He doubts a tantrum could sway you to his favor. You dip your head down and think. You think for a minute, then two, then three. You shut your eyes. Finally you look up at him.

There is a tug at the string. You nod. Your own quiet ‘yes’.

Ayato feels something in him buckle. It falls apart and releases a taut pressure that hovers over his heart. He bends over, hair tickling skin. There is a triumphant cry that nearly spills out as you hold his arms and tug him closer, shyly, indecisively. He kisses your cheek.

It speaks of a promise.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

*yells to the heavens* HOW DO I WRITE THIS MAN????? jhgfcdfvgh either way, i hope this is a good piece and that you enjoyed it! merry christmas, kopi!!!

i tried to make it subtly??? yandere-ish??? idk, maybe i dd a shit job at it, but there are small small moments sprinkled there "he lowkey called the reader a dog aine" "shut up".

also ayato calling his mother cruel is 100% him throwing a "i want to scream but i'll be bitter and petty instead" tantrum. we know kayo was a good bean who wouldn't lie to her kids. ayato pls.

i kept the ending a little open, but i'd like to think that they do at least start courting each other. it's hush hush at first thought while he works behind the scenes to moot out any potential offenders. good luck tho reader, you know fallen house kids get eaten alive here dw dw they can handle ayato's shit they'll manage.

i'mma pass out now. hibernate. just...whatever kijhgfdcfvbghnj. 3k words...lord help us.

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#still such a great fic!!!#ty ty!!!!! <33333

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ask-court-genshin · 4 months

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@mixed-kester hello angel~ I'm your secret santa hAHAHAHAHAH— (i had to compress the GIF cuz tumblr won't allow me to have 20mb smh)

A few more tweets (cw: swearing) utc

#have i ever told you that i wanted to join the astronetwork because of you esther hAHAHAHAHHAA #i wanted to be evil (/j) and now my wish had come true 🥺#astronetwork secret santa 2k23 #astronetwrk

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ask-court-genshin · 4 months

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your secret santa here!

i finished your fic and i do hope you like it ( it's my first time writing for this particular character...he's a tough nut to crack XD ). but it was so much fun to plan out! so thank you for giving me this chance!

;;--;;; uwahhh idk why but I'm already so excited!!! thank you for writing whoever they are, I'm already touched that you were willing to put in the effort writing a character that may be challenging just for the event ;;;--;;; thank you, my secret Santa!!!

#mod kopi answers #aww sjdhbsadsahdsa #[happiness noise]

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ask-court-genshin · 5 months

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This is also my tree ^^, do send me your trees so I can leave messages <3

I thought having a tree would be fun to have ^^

Reply to this post with link your trees pls!!! I'd like to leave messages :)

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ask-court-genshin · 5 months

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Hi kopi!! It seems I'm your secret Santa for the astronetwrk event! I'd like to know some stuff before I get on to writing ofc, if you don't mind!.

Your favorite characters. Your boo. Your skrunkle. 2-4 characters will do!

What are your preferences and favorite tropes?

Your "no"'s. What would you like me to avoid?

Anything else in particular? Like certain details?

Thank you for your time and take care!!!

Woah!! That's fast!!! Hello writer-waterfolk, welcome, welcome! It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope you enjoy your stay here in Court Murmure! If you require any assistance, ring either Courtier Kazuha and I a call!

... alright I'll go out of character, HAHAH. Oh boy let's go:

DAINSLEIF, Lawrence /j, Kaveh, Faruzan, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, and Kamisato Ayato

If you're willing, my favorite of all time is yandere 😭 (I'm @/throwaway-yandere) but obviously not something everyone would be willing to write so: soulmate au, coffee shop au, college au, royalty au (knight!reader), and omg PINING. And also, I think fanfics wherein the reader and the character are grandparents sharing domestic life are underrated!!! I think they're the cutest thing ever.

For no-s... nothing really? Maybe not hurt/no comfort rn because I'm literally writing 4 fanfics with that tag and I need a breather lmao

Hmm... if you're going to make an x reader (not headcanons), would it be alright to make the reader ENTP? That's all really lol. Edit: oh and uh maybe avoid writing extremely christmas-specific fics? It's not actually in my religion lmao

I'm not going to lie: after I typed in Dainsleif I had to pause a long time and go "wait, do I even have other favorites?" before sobbing as I remember Kaveh. I'm sorry, I only have Dainsleif in my heart lol.

Feel free to ask me more questions, I'd be happy to entertain them and thank you for your hardwork <3

#» visitor: secret santa 2k23

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ask-court-genshin · 5 months

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Lumine looking at Kopi with a "pleading" glare for him NOT to show Mochi her poor drawing of Aether:

#yepyep mochi's next!!!#lumine: find a photograph.#kopi: do we have those?#lumine:#lumine: make it work.#mod kopi reports

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ask-court-genshin · 5 months

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I won't force an answer out of you. You have till tomorrow to reply.

...

Sir, I think that counts for forcing an answer out of me.

Sy can tell Navina was a lot more weary at the... Passive remark of the 'deadline', but nodded all the same. Maybe it was better that they don't try and interfere, especially with being given an offer like this.

"I see... I'll be sure to deliver my answer to you then. I'll see you tomorrow, Tighnari."

... That name sounds foreign. It's hard to say it without stumbling.

Turning around, they headed out of the maze, taking his directions to help them leave the venue. Although, their expression remained conflicted due to what Tighnari told them.

...

"Hey, Sy," they whispered to the seelie, a worried frown etched on their face. "I'm not sure if I can decide till tomorrow for this. Do you know where Kokomi could be? I need to see her before I can make a decision."

Ah, it's too risky if I decide on my own. I need to think about this longer. Although... I may be in the right lead with Lumine's brother studying here.

Walking down the path, they hummed in thought of what they found out.

I wonder... Had Lumine studied with him, too? It could be possible that they both studied the same course— Rtawahist, if my guess is correct.

"Also, Sy, please inform the other eidolons that are like me that Aether is an alumni of Sumeru— his darshan is Rtawahist."

Hm... No matter. So as long I get information pertaining Aether's whereabouts, I will be fine. I need to do this for her, after all.

Sy, lacking concrete understanding of yours desires since it is a mere seelie, teleported you to Kokomi's whereabouts— which is one of the few places it can teleport to. Mind you, the journey is not a pleasant ride. The crust of the earth felt as though it were clay on your feet as you were warped, swallowed by the ground you walked on.

In matter of seconds, you landed painfully on a stone chair— seeing a confused yet hospitable "young lady."

» “Sangonomiya Kokomi”: 9+ pts

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Ah, apologies for my volume. It's not everyday that someone falls from the ceiling.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Salutations, you must be the new eidolon. I am Sangonomiya Kokomi, I am a Dragonheir from Enkanomiya.

"Dragonheir"... You haven't heard of that title before. You've heard about Vidyadharas from Heavenly Moon who boast long life and dragon-like features, but you haven't heard of this race. If you were to guess from her fashion, name, and place of residence, she must be a yokai from Inazuma or somewhere close to it. The fins on her head does not look like a headpiece...

But... Inazuma is long ████, it is ██ █████ a ██████...

Sangonomiya Kokomi: I'm certain this place already looks familiar to you— Lumine brought you here before, right? This is where she likes to revive create eidolons.

Kokomi noticed your determined expression when she mentioned Lumine's name. It seems as though you are determined not to disappoint her. She will surely talk to Lumine about that when she has the opportunity.

» Lumine: 5+ pts

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Hmm, but you seem distressed. Is it because you didn't intend to visit at a short notice?

She looked at your companion.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Sy... I told you to be more patient, haven't I?

The two seemingly converse despite the obvious language barrier. Sy continuously moved, its body enough to convey what it wants to say. Kokomi kept nodding in understanding. You have a hunch that Dragonheirs are naturally close to seelies, but that might also just be your head jumping to conclusions.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Ohh, I see...

She placed a hand on her chin.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Well, your partner eidolon's guess is correct. Aether did study in Rtawahist, but he wasn't on the same batch as Lumine. If memory serves, Aether was on the same batch as the current sages, and Lumine only took on a practical course when he went missing. You likely won't discover anything Lumine hadn't already before by investigating that Darshan.

Wait... She actually does understand Sy???

Sangonomiya Kokomi: I'd tell you more but— *yawn*— I'm rather drained... Sorry...

She seems to be deflated of all energy.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Let's talk more some other time... Preferably with Sy giving both of us a notice...

She joked.

Sangonomiya Kokomi: I'll help you get to your destination. Where do you wish to go?... Wait, do you have a place to sleep?

Kokomi awaits your answer.

Current route: Common Route

Sangonomiya Kokomi status: 9/50

Lumine status: 35/100

[Sy will inform the other eidolons soon. Bulletin Board is currently a Work In Progress.]

#ooc: i am so sorry. this is me trying my best with my 10 peso stylus lmfao #kokomi genshin #sangonomiya kokomi #kokomi fanart #astronetwrk #» navi's playthrough

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"𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠"? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠. 𝐴𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒... "𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠". 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢...

𝐴ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 "𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒". 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 "𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒"? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠...

*𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ*

𝑌𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒... "𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑". 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 "𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑". 𝐴𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠...

... 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝐵ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎 █████ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑆𝑜... 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛— 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟- ℎ𝑚𝑚?

this event of yours... hex or check, isn't it? it sounds rather interesting, so please, allow me to take part in it. you surely can tell who i am, even under the disguise of anonymity 📸

1. i'm a very nice and cheerful person to everyone until i'm not, and although it rarely happens, i won't hesitate to say what i think if, gods forbid, someone annoys me to the point of snapping.

2. with that being said, i am a person of many opinions though i tend to keep them to myself to not ruin my peace and comfort that i value very much.

3. i'm interested in many things, starting from photography to music, anything law-and-criminal-things related, literature and more or less psychology and astronomy.

4. if i were to pick an animal to represent myself, i'd pick a fox and not only because they are cute, no, but because by many, they are seen as cunning trickers.

5. i did mention it already but i do value my peace and comfort plenty, and will do a lot to keep it, even if it would lead to people calling me lazy or egoistical.

five sentences you said, right? there you have it. i tried to not make them too long but to also put enough information so that you have something to work with. well, have a... good day? 🌻

𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐾𝑜𝑝𝑖, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙-𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. (𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦.)

𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑠. 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒-𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑤 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑎, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛-𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑟 "𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑". 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 "𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙" 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦.

𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠? 𝑈𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝐼 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠...

... 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑦𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙? 𝐷𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒?

#𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 *𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑠*#𝐻𝑖𝑚- 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑦𝑎- 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠.#𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑑— 𝑡ℎ𝑒 *𝑠𝑜𝑛* 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑛- ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎 #𝐴𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 “𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑”... 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟.#𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟- 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑙 #𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑡 𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑢.#*𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠.*#𝑆𝑜... 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 #𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛— 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 #“Kamisato Ayato”

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this event of yours... hex or check, isn't it? it sounds rather interesting, so please, allow me to take part in it. you surely can tell who i am, even under the disguise of anonymity 📸

1. i'm a very nice and cheerful person to everyone until i'm not, and although it rarely happens, i won't hesitate to say what i think if, gods forbid, someone annoys me to the point of snapping.

2. with that being said, i am a person of many opinions though i tend to keep them to myself to not ruin my peace and comfort that i value very much.

3. i'm interested in many things, starting from photography to music, anything law-and-criminal-things related, literature and more or less psychology and astronomy.

4. if i were to pick an animal to represent myself, i'd pick a fox and not only because they are cute, no, but because by many, they are seen as cunning trickers.

5. i did mention it already but i do value my peace and comfort plenty, and will do a lot to keep it, even if it would lead to people calling me lazy or egoistical.

five sentences you said, right? there you have it. i tried to not make them too long but to also put enough information so that you have something to work with. well, have a... good day? 🌻

#“Kamisato Ayato”#» hex or checks (first round!)

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