eggmarr

[eggmarr]

trying something out

(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god it’s too late for me to be doing this)

Well. This is awkward.

I’m sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long it’s been, and he’s the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I don’t know, I’m just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think I’m having a good time.

As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess it’s interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that I’m fond of the grumpy ones?

“-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-“

Boring. They’re perfect for each other.

I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, I’m decent at pleasantries, but come on! No one’s even asked me a question in 45 min-

“So, what do you do now?”

You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.

“I, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-“

His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. “Slinky’s? The cat cafe?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ve been by it once or twice.”

Hm. Interesting.

[eggmarr]

trying something out

(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god it’s too late for me to be doing this)

Well. This is awkward.

I’m sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long it’s been, and he’s the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I don’t know, I’m just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think I’m having a good time.

As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess it’s interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that I’m fond of the grumpy ones?

“-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-“

Boring. They’re perfect for each other.

I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, I’m decent at pleasantries, but come on! No one’s even asked me a question in 45 min-

“So, what do you do now?”

You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.

“I, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-“

His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. “Slinky’s? The cat cafe?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ve been by it once or twice.”

Hm. Interesting.

[eggmarr]

trying something out

(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god it’s too late for me to be doing this)

Well. This is awkward.

I’m sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long it’s been, and he’s the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I don’t know, I’m just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think I’m having a good time.

As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess it’s interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that I’m fond of the grumpy ones?

“-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-“

Boring. They’re perfect for each other.

I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, I’m decent at pleasantries, but come on! No one’s even asked me a question in 45 min-

“So, what do you do now?”

You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.

“I, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-“

His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. “Slinky’s? The cat cafe?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ve been by it once or twice.”

Hm. Interesting.

[eggmarr]

having an epiphany in the middle of the night and writing a drabble in fleabag style

[eggmarr]

my husband lost his memory and reverted back to his battle-hardened past?!?!

(aka you need to rescue xiao from morax in zhongli’s body before he takes him up on his offer for a fight)

[eggmarr]

 ﹟random get-to-know-me ask game  !! 

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

[eggmarr]

hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3

things i did (143 event drabble)

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)

warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end, 

a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)

songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki

The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.

You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.

Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.

Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.

Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.

(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)

…What do you want?

Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-

Ah. That’s it.

You’re scared, aren’t you?

Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.

He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.

(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)

He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.

You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.

But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.

———

“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.

“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”

He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.

“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”

He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.

“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”

How did he not see? How could he be so blind?

“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”

A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.

“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”

Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”

(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)

[eggmarr]

hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3

things i did (143 event drabble)

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)

warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end, 

a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)

songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki

The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.

You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.

Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.

Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.

Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.

(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)

…What do you want?

Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-

Ah. That’s it.

You’re scared, aren’t you?

Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.

He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.

(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)

He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.

You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.

But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.

———

“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.

“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”

He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.

“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”

He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.

“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”

How did he not see? How could he be so blind?

“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”

A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.

“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”

Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”

(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)

[eggmarr]

hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3

things i did (143 event drabble)

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)

warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end, 

a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)

songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki

The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.

You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.

Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.

Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.

Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.

(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)

…What do you want?

Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-

Ah. That’s it.

You’re scared, aren’t you?

Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.

He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.

(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)

He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.

You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.

But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.

———

“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.

“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”

He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.

“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”

He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.

“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”

How did he not see? How could he be so blind?

“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”

A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.

“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”

Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”

(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)

[eggmarr]

hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3

things i did (143 event drabble)

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)

warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end, 

a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)

songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki

The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.

You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.

Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.

Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.

Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.

(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)

…What do you want?

Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-

Ah. That’s it.

You’re scared, aren’t you?

Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.

He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.

(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)

He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.

You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.

But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.

———

“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.

“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”

He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.

“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”

He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.

“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”

How did he not see? How could he be so blind?

“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”

A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.

“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”

Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”

(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)

[eggmarr]

hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3

things i did (143 event drabble)

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)

warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end, 

a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)

songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki

The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.

You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.

Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.

Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.

Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.

(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)

…What do you want?

Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-

Ah. That’s it.

You’re scared, aren’t you?

Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.

He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.

(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)

He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.

You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.

But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.

———

“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.

“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”

He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.

“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”

He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.

“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”

How did he not see? How could he be so blind?

“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”

A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.

“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”

Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”

(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)

[eggmarr]

My body is but a #genshin impact temple.

[eggmarr]

it has just come to my realization that it has been one year since creating a draft about albedo sketching and being mildly disturbed by a sea ganoderma in the first golden apple archipelago

[eggmarr]

a day of mourning

pairings: pantalone, arlecchino, childe x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/consumption of alcohol, working with kids, aggressive behavior from a man, cass writes childe again when they know they can’t write childe

a/n: i was up very late finishing writing this on call w/ a friend and i am very much sleep deprived. we read tarot cards for our self ships and i got distracted. ik i still have two more event requests…but harbinger video 👁👁

“Detestable.”

A hand comes to rest on Dottore’s shoulder, indigo gems embedded in silver that glint in the ballroom light. The Regrator smirks at his fellow harbinger’s discomfort, inclining his head to the floor below of glitz and glamor.

“A great many things in this world are. But tonight,” He flourishes, winking at a nearby group of lingering women. “We have a captive audience, and a script to follow.”

The others are already mingling along; The Captain and The Puppet, The Knave and the Maiden, all those fools with masks of their own in this mock of a wake.

(If only Rosalyne could see us now.)

(I - as a visitor from afar.)

Your outfit seems ill-fitting in comparison to the fine silks and bespoke suits scattered around the ballroom. Silently sipping on a glass of champagne (that surely costs more than your yearly salary), you find the nightly snowfall outside the windows more entertaining than the poor soul trying to chat you up.

Admittedly, you feel a bit bad for tuning him out for so long - but when you start a conversation about money with probably one of the least-rich people in the room, it’s kind of anticipated. His tangent about work has gone on for so long, you’re starting to miss your own work. And bed. Archons above, it’s cold here.

“That uh, that sounds interesting!” You finally interrupt, stopping him quick before he gets into his grievances with lukewarm water on his many travels. “Unfortunately, it seems that someone else is calling for me, so….have a good day!”

Your steps are frantic as he tries to follow your movements in his stupor, nearly catching your wrist when-

“Oh? What’s this, hm?”

Black, elegantly crafted gloves enter your vision, a gentle yet freezing hand on each of your shoulders. The voice behind you is close, almost deceptively charming. The man in front of you almost blends in with the snow outside at how pale he turns.

“M- My lord, I-“

The voice tuts disapprovingly.

“The Fair Lady would disapprove of such behavior, especially coming from one of her subordinates, no?” You brace yourself when a hand drifts across to your drink, lifting the bubbling amber out of your fingers with little resistance. “Remember your lady with the dignity and grace she carried in life.”

The Regrator steps into his spotlight, ready for a show.

“Fire and ice still burn, you know.”

It comes to your realization that the man in front of you wears the traditional mourning black, with a differing charm at his suit to signify his allegiance to Lady Signora.

It also comes to your realization, as the man slinks away and another takes his place, that your “savior” is at an entirely different level than the opulence that decorates the halls.

He takes your hand gently, the long-forgotten cup of champagne already gone in favor of your knuckles to his lips. The rings on his fingers shine, pale silver and aubergine against his midnight black and blue suit.

“It seems we have yet to be acquainted.”

Your words are tentative, step by step as you peer into the newfound abyss that grins so strangely at you.

“Well….I can fix that.”

May the Tsaritsa save your soul.

(II - as an ever-loyal servant.)

The children at your feet beg for more stories, more tales of faraway lands and endless oceans where the sun is everlasting. You laugh at their enthusiasm in their tiny suits and little skirts.

“Settle down, now.” Your eyes travel from each eager face, unable to suppress your own grin. “First, I want you all to go get something to eat, alright? It’s quite late, and I know you’re all a bit bored.”

Their heads nod in unison. So cute!

“Pair up, and be polite!” You call after their scuttling shoes and bubbly giggles.

A new pair of shoes enters your vision, ruby-jeweled and black and white heels that automatically make you drop to a bow.

“My lady, I-“

“It is no fault of yours for dealing with rambunctious children. Rise.”

Before you can blink, you’re eye-to-eye with Lady Arlecchino, red-crossed pupils studying your face curiously. You squirm under her scrutiny, but stand your ground in front of the harbinger you swore allegiance to so many years ago.

“I’m not familiar with you.”

The statement is blasé, bitingly plain and a shot through your pride as a servant of Arlecchino. “Not many people choose to seek those who busy themselves with children and their fantasies.”

She laughs at your retort. “Most of them will go their entire lives having never met The Fair Lady.”

“Yet,” You begin, breaking her stare to gaze after their faces. “They will remember what she achieved and what she sacrificed in the name of the nation. A lady of poise and intelligence to emulate as they devote their hope to our land.”

Your hands find purchase in her grasp, making you almost stumble into her arms with her ferocity.

A new brightness in her eyes appears, a frightening beauty in the everlasting blizzard.

“Thank you,” She whispers. “For remembering her right.”

(III - as a crack in the lens.)

You sit back in your chair, a fresh glass of sparkling…something in your hand and a keen ear out to the busy businessmen that whisper furtively between each other at the next table over.

All this buzz over a dead woman, hm? A new pecking order moves up…yet another mistress…failed experiments- utterly useless information like the last party.

Your eyes scan the crowds and schmoozers, following the glamorous patrons with a bored expression until you meet that oh-so stubborn sapphire blue smirk that makes you choke on your drink.

The Eleventh Harbinger is a demon of his own design, but archons above does he look remarkably tempting in his dark suit.

He leans back in his own chair, giving your disguise of the evening a careful appraisal. His nod of approval is greeted by your gaze of disdain as you turn to keep him in your peripheral. Of course he would be here…but why did he have to be so dammed observant?

You can practically hear his teasing tone, feel his curiosity creeping up your arms like spiders - even with the distance.

This waltz of yours is much more dangerous under the knife.

As he raises his glass in toast, you raise yours; praying that he’ll find you more interesting than your possible intentions.

[eggmarr]

1, 24, AND 15 !!!! 🫂

fun fact i didn’t realize it was the hug emoji until recently and every time i saw it i thought it was the film camera (🎥) in a different color 😓 also hugs back atlas!!!

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

answered this already but another character i like to write a lot is zhongli!!! i don’t have too many works for him on my blog, but i do like to work a lot with his “younger” side because he’s always seen as this old and wise figure that’s so no-nonsense but i think he used to be so silly!! he’s learning about humanity and it’s little idiosyncrasies one step at a time :)

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?

also kinda answered this already lmao but i love love love my prince kaeya au so much like i don’t write as much about it but it was like my first big exploration into his character! plus prince kaeya and personal guard reader was such a big brain move of me (even though i had no idea at the time how to properly write it out 🧍‍♂️)

24. Do you prefer AUs with the characters, or sticking to the original universe?

it depends on the context for me sometimes i guess?? like i mostly write in the original universe for convenience’s sake and it’s interesting for me to expand on what’s already there, but i like using au when it calls to me 😩 most of the time it ends up just being one thing i change (^^like prince kaeya) and then exploring how that affects the original universe, but then there’s ones like “set in motion” and “keep it hidden” that just make more sense to me to be in a different universe! - like for ex. i have “keep it hidden” and “if i could” in two different universes because one uses a xiao under less pressure and one uses xiao’s introspection and inner monologue to shed light on him :) (god i hope this makes sense)

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[eggmarr]

pspspsps 1 and 7 for the ask game pls!

side note why did i just realize that you wrote the bento box fic 🧍‍♂️ik i didn’t put anything in the tags when i rbed it but it was so good!!!! angry short man learns to cook for love so true

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

(evidently) i write a lot of diluc. he’s one of my favorites to write for, simply because his character is easy to capture for me. like he’s often seen as this big serious guy, but i try to look at the more human parts of him! bc this guy can take on abyss camps singlehandedly but he was probably the kind of kid who was constantly missing teeth bc of his childhood antics :) his angst potential is also endless!!! i cause him lots of pain >:)

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

uhhh i really really liked writing that superhero!diluc piece for my event (“set in motion” on my masterlist) because of the visuals i had to make it!!! like i had this whole moment of realization while watching tasm (andrew garfield and emma stone oh my god) and when i got to the reveal where he uses the web to bring her back into his arms i was like “DILUC!” it was just so perfect at the time 😩 or the xiao fic i put out recently (“if i could” in my masterlist) bc i reread it and had people watching playing in the background and i was like “damn, i’m good 🫣”

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[eggmarr]

Ur head canons are top notch (I’m so confused as to how you made them so accurate pls what’s ur secret). As far as I’m concerned they’re all canon :D

well…i can’t reveal all my secrets anon 🫣 but i will say that it’s kind of just looking at things from a different angle?

and i’m glad you like my brain worms!!!

complicated explanation under the cut but basically it’s just my head thinking many thoughts and explaining things that aren’t usually expanded on because i can

like take this one about childe that i did:

- this is actually built off of something i find interesting, with the different languages in teyvat because even though with the dubs it does seem like they’re all speaking the same language they technically have regional languages and therefore have a common tongue (lingua franca) like how english is for the entirety of the world rn

- so, operating under this assumption, characters like childe and xinyan who have been shown with things from different regions (childe with his family back home and xinyan bringing rock and roll from fontaine to liyue) would likely speak more than one language; in this case, childe would have grown up speaking snezhnayan, but later learned more languages for his work as a harbinger

- this can also be seen in the recent archipelago event!!! the part where xinyan and kazuha both have trouble pronouncing mona’s last name, could be viewed as a language disconnect

^^ now i could talk about this on and on, but basically this was my entry into “childe had an accent,” and my opening into the possibility that other characters have the ability to speak multiple languages …like imagine the mess that is zhongli and venti communicating in their own ancient dialects because they can still understand each other, or yanfei having to teach herself so many different languages to read her law books in their original context…ur fave needing to use a word in a different language to accurately describe how much they adore and love you 🥹