#ℒ ╱ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ༺♥༻ ᵢ𝒸~ thread. ◜ ᶜʰᵃᶻᶻ ᶦᵗ ᵘᵖ ˣ² ◞ ♛

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @sungracd​ ⤸    “is this how you flirt with everyone?” for alhaitham, except it's sarcasm bc he's a jerk and probably gave a backhanded compliment or smth.                      ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .  

Arms FOLD, posture straightening && yes, he is biting back a sneer ━━━━ the corner of his lips twitching upwards. Oh? The proclaimed Angel of Mondstadt could throw back sarcasm, is that right? Well, that suited his own version of the term nicely ( whoever deemed angel’s to be overbearingly sweet in the first place? ) 

                          ❝  You could say that. Why, is it working?  ❞  

Ah, but that snarky comment of theirs does little to overthrow his demeanour; he remains unmoved, && just as calm. Alhaitham could make such remarks without BATTING an eye.  ❝  It really was a compliment though. If I did thorough research on this topic of herbology, only then would I compare to your knowledge.  ❞

                Still, he finds a way of complementing himself instead.                                                          As always. 

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ℒ  ╱ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ༺♥༻  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇   ,   (   quote  starter   )    ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ    ╱  @divitaclara​ .

❝    Justice  ,  like  beauty  ,  is  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder.    Some  see  an  innocent  victim.    Others  will  see  evil  incarnate  getting  exactly  what's  deserved.    ❞   

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  @cryoexorciist​    ⋮⋮    starter   call ⤸   accepting ♡  

❝ Tell me, how is it you conduct your investigations when it comes to exorcisms? I'm rather fascinated, it's rare that I ever get such a case; It would be rather difficult to try and arrest a revengeful spirit, wouldn't you say? ❞

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @foxpriestss​ ⤸  [ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. nice weather we're having haitham                    ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .

The fact this SHRINE MAIDEN managed to successfully pin him against the wall is impressive. His rational mind would have kept him poised && unbothered, naturally, if the circumstances behind such commanding response had been simply that; a show of skill. Instead, Alhaitham finds his throat unnervingly dry. Ah. Hm. Right. 

                   It may have been worse if he was the one DOING, rather then receiving. For moments of dominate display often left him feeling unusually flustered ━━━━ a sight only witnessed by those who could, in fact, fluster the scribe. 

             ❝  So, you meant quite LITERALLY that my back was against the wall. I should have taken your wor-  ❞

Then he’s immediately shut up, as her lips press deeply upon his and in response, he reciprocates instantly; regardless of that fact this kiss had taken him by surprise, Alhaitham is quick to stable himself. Arms wrap around her waist and pull her in, pressing her closer in his subtle act to ever so slowly reposition both himself and Miko, hopefully to relinquish the currently position she had over him. 

            Mouth forces to part, giving her further access to explore, and- a muffled moan presses into their kiss; did she just bite his lip? Ouch. 

❝  Isn’t- mm... someone a ... bit- ...ah ... eager-  ❞  There is actually no true way of shutting him up, not completely. Words continue to spill out, with every opportunity to take a breath, he uses it to comment. To retort. To continuously be a nuisance ( whether intentional or not ). 

                            ❝  You- know.. mm .. I am busy-  ❞

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  @sungracd​    ⋮⋮    starter   call ⤸   accepting ♡  

❝ You ... want to have a drink with me? ❞ It's difficult to simmer her surprise, but she manages to harden her expression to a more thoughtful stare. Yes, her heart may have jumped for joy for a moment there, but it didn't stop her from being guarded. Still, this was a nice change, one she wasn't about to let slip by. ❝ You are quite the formidable opponent. Very well, I will take you up on your offer. Still, I should warn you though, it may not be a pleasant experience. ❞

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @bitbrumal​​ ⤸    [ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. [ EXPLORE ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. for alhay from dilulu,,,                      ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .  

Alhaitham had been busy READING of course. Aware of the setting moon soon to bring dawn, the man knows how important rest is for the mind, but even he could get carried away sometimes ( rarely, but it still happen on occasion ━━━━ he wasn’t a robot after all ) && that’s precisely what kept him bathed in candlelight, a book in hand and no plans to retire any time soon. 

             He didn’t mind the distraction Diluc was offering. He’d simply been debriefing on knowledge already known to him.  Priorities, NATURALLY, were not on books alone.

                    It snaps SHUT as soon as Diluc entered the room.  

❝  Now I know I shouldn’t be up at this hour, and since I don’t have an excuse to give you, I’m guessing you don’t have one for me either.  ❞  

Curiosity aside ( the pursuit for knowledge was one thing, someone else’s business another ) Alhaitham had no intentions of prying into Diluc’s affairs. Yes, he’d done some digging of his own on the side, but that was merely to understand the circumstances around Mondstadt, and stay one step ahead among an otherwise obscure land. 

Now, it’s the open need for affection that takes hold of his FOCUS, && manages to nab onto his interest. This was certainly new. 

                                               ━━━━ OH ⁇ 

It’s Alhaitham’s turn to pause. To watch inquisitively, eagerly, as Ragnvindr settled upon his lap, requiring The Scribe to adjust his own seated position. Let him at least put his book to the side; on the night stand, preferably ... looks like he’d have to make do. 

❝  So, it’s me you’re after then.  ❞  Self-entitled, arrogant, so SURE in himself. In that case, he’d of invited Diluc to join him sooner. Well, from what he could gather by appearance alone, it looks like someone had been out tonight. 

His clothes were slightly ajar, && Alhaitham knows that the nobleman doesn’t drink, that and the lack of alcohol which would be invading his nostrils right now. From his brief stays in the mansion, he’s picked up on a FEW things, but again, it wasn’t his business anyway; whatever it was he got up to at late hours wasn’t his concern.

Such a gentle touch; and a very warm one. But Alhaitham was used to the heat. He doesn’t move, doesn’t budge, just watches Diluc for a time through a half-lid gaze. The chuckle at his lips is soundless, amusement dancing across his expression instead; a glint shining within multicoloured eyes. 

         It’s Alhaitham that steals the first kiss. A simple, soft movement, barely having to move much at all to press lips together; a slow inhale, a racing in his veins, && it’s remarkable that such a small touch is really enough. Hands move to grip at the thighs which currently straddled him, and lightly they DIG. 

                    ❝  It is your HOME. I’m just a guest ━━━━ you can sleep anywhere you want. Oh, I wont be leaving. That you don’t need to worry about. I’ve just gotten comfortable.  ❞

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @bitbrumal​ ⤸   "i said it's fine." a blasé little wave, a distinct lack of friendly light in the depth of blue eyes.

ayaks manspreads as if their lives depend on it / & perhaps tonight they do. ( more so his reputation. ) teeth are steel where they are smiled bare at a representative of his own organisation — a spot of treason that is made careful note of at the back of his mind.         a comely albeit sharply muscled pair of legs is hooked over his thighs. his extremely unlikely variety of arm candy bears down on his lap, nestles upon him in a slanted lean. poor thing is trying so hard to look natural. diluc's tension is a tangible thing to the one tangled around him protectively.ragnvindr's a drag sometimes, but he's never liked the way some people look at the girls paid for their company.

—it'll be worth it, this touch of treason. for the horror bestowed upon diluc's family by tartaglia's colleagues & the experimentation that was very nearly the fate of all mondt's children, this much can be spared: attendance to a meeting best kept private. it won't cripple any higher goals. it'll just... well. soothe something, maybe. give a crumb of vengeance in return.

if the heir is willing to snark in lieu of a request, tartaglia is willing to be a little magnanimous.                 a little. >:3

he has diluc in his lap, meticulously disguised to make the most of his beauteous face. best way to back up this farce is—squeezing & lightly spanking his butt. "uhh. lord harbinger-?" for sure. it's covered in a thick layer of fabric; black as is his custom, but this falls into gravity & leaves little covered when it does — were it not for ayaks' palm curved firmly 'round him.                 to show a modicum of respect, he keeps all his fingers on top of the dress. booh.

"—i want this looked at    by an expert before the week is out."

[ ooc ] : this is assuming... a Lot. laughs. do with it what you will~                                                    ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .  

The HUMILATION of exposure keeps him firmly at bay ━━━━ his heart is pounding as violently as teeth are clenched. Any mediocre movement, a slight twitch in muscles, a shift in his spot is enough to flare the annoyance of embarrassment. There was an end goal. He had reasons for this. 

             That’s what he had to continue to tell himself, while stuck in such a situation. 

Breath hitches, shoulders tensing as their exchange continues && he only prays ( when did he ever do that anymore? ) that the fatui diplomat leaves as swiftly as they had entered. It’s demeaning, so much so he does his best to pretend he isn’t present. If only to keep his cool, his calm, and remaining dignity.  

                                      No one could no about this.                                                                   ━━━━ NO ONE. 

         But it’s that WHACK that causes him to scarcely silence a groan, a growl threatening at his lips, fingers digging into the other’s shoulder. He leans closer, a threat whispered into the Harbinger’s ear,  ❝  Watch it- I swear ...  ❞  But god, he’s in no position to make any demands, or threats, or anything, && fuck he knows it. 

                              Thud thud. THUD THUD. thud- dammit, shut up. 

Breath in, and out. His head dips, shoulders rising and dropping with every sharp intake, && there’s nothing he can do to disguise his ... what? Annoyance? Panic? FLUSTER? He can feel the heat spread across his face, mixed in with the anger. Oh, he was going to make Tartaglia pay. That was a promise. 

                  Still, there was ... some respect left, given the decencies he kept despite the situation. There was much more that could of been done to humiliate him; it’s teasing, if anything. Annoying teasing, that he’d get his revenge on, but that was something he could DEAL with. 

                             Diluc could play along. He would. For both their sakes.                                      It would be done begrudgingly, however.  

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @constellaris​ ⤸    There's an almost cheeky smile upon the petite dancer's face as she easily twirled her way over to the oh so mysterious man,  the silken shawl once resting around small shoulders being easily thrown around his neck to pull Al-Haitham close,  encouraging him to bend forward and assist in closing distance between them.

" Come ,  won't you share a dance with me ? "  The redhead questioned,  lifting up on her toes to let lips brush against his cheek.  " If you're shy about being watched ,  we could always go somewhere more private ~ "          ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .

        Thud Thud. Lips brush against his cheek before he has time to retort, && he’d already initiating a riveting response too ━━━━ one that almost completely died at his lips. To say he hadn’t TENSED at her contact would be a lie; he simply just refused to acknowledge how his body initially responded to her actions.  ❝  No, thanks. I don’t take issue with the art, I merely see no reason to take up the act myself.  ❞  Looks like he was able to respond after all. Even if his speech hadn’t been broken, complete with his usual aloof && pompous demeanour, Alhaitham admitted that ... perhaps, it had taken a moment to process what he was saying. 

                She was INCAPTIVATING with her dance, && she’d certainly caught his interest. But, that could also be because she currently had her shawl around his neck, and was offering a more private location to continue this ... well, whatever this was. 

                               Flirting. Yes, that seemed about right.                                               Was he uninterested? No, definitely not. 

Arms fold despite how at ease he currently felt. Now that he’d gathered his BEARINGS that is. Eyes flicker open, staring down at his curiously ... well, he shouldn’t refuse an offer like that. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything of substance at current. 

            ❝  If we go somewhere more private, maybe you can convince me otherwise. But, it will take a considerable amount of persuading.  ❞  

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❝  Come on, come on ‼ Again ‼ Hit me again ‼  ❞  Oh, he was pumped up now. Not to mention, ready to throw an onslaught of pillows Zenitsu’s way; two under his arms, two in hand, and one about to be held within the grips of his teeth. He hadn’t meant to hit Nezuko’s box, but it all worked out perfect in the end. Growling, both from his inability to currently form words, and an instinctual reaction as he readies himself to POUNCE━━━━  @ocultisms​

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                                                                                                                      @beherits​​

❝  Ooh? ha hah hah.  ❞  Tense laughter, && with a biting tone. So the resident playboy wanted to get under his skin with this, huh? Well then, Caesareno, the challenge was accepted. He leans over the table, weight on his elbow ... away from Suzi Q, who giggled at Caesar's words. Come on, who’s side was she on here anyway?!  ❝  Trust me, my hips work just fine. I’ve had no complaints. As for you, Caesar - well, how do the ladies feel about those frown lines of yours? Unimpressed. Hm? Better keep training with your hamon, don’t you think?  ❞ 

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❝  It would be especially delightful if the Traveller was able to remain at the estate during their stay. Ah. Haha. How ━━━━ selfish of me.  ❞     @beherits​ .

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    ❝  Simply say the WORD && I’ll freeze over the entire land for you.  ❞                                                                         ℒ  .  @lentlilly​

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     ❝  ... ━━━━ Why are you LOOKING at me like that⁇  ❞                                                                         ℒ  .  @kanedoji​

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  @bitbrumal​​    ⋮⋮    starter   call   ⤸   accepting ♡  

MONDSTADT brought back such creeping nostalgia / of memories more so a dream now then ever a reality to The Fair Lady  ( Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter, however- )  && it left a sickening taste in her mouth. Oh how she relishes in the accomplishment of her mission. To put that pathetic excuse for a God in his place. 

      But it’s like fire in her veins, threatening to submerge her again. Again? 

Her return is not voiced by gloating, nor the smug satisfaction of her success. It’s silent, and COLD, and one wrong look is enough for her to snap. It’s those memories that weren’t hers, but were - of that man’s silhouette that has her heart yearning, and pounding, and ACHING to a point it may burst. It’s a pain she longs to forget. Ones that should be submerged deep within her subconscious; she never remembers his face, or his voice - but since Mondstadt, that fact had begun to disturb her. 

There’s only one she wishes to see right now. Her footsteps upon approaching lack a usual finesse, and her head is bowed; she’s tired, and the numbness that was her being no longer felt clean, or pure ... ugh, she could smell burning flesh. It made her sick. 

Signora kneels by Her Majesty’s feet - god, she feels so weak, and vulnerable; but she can see her like this. There was only one she’d ever allow to see her like this.

❝  An infested city - filled with nothing but vermin.  ❞  And yet, it was once home. It  disgusted her. Dreadful. Why was she remembering all this again? Signora reaches up, and takes hold of her Queen’s hand. Gentle as ever in her actions towards Khioniya, she puts the hand to her face, && sighs.  ❝  I feel dirty.  ❞ 

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 .   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @luckuki​​​​ ⤸     ❝ you’re bleeding. bad. ❞ for gorou!                                                                             ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ .

SHINOBU was right ; his vision was blurry from blood loss, && warm liquid drips down his cheek with every blink.  ❝  Please don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine.  ❞  He’s not usually so stubborn. As a General, he can’t afford to be rash, or take unnecessary risks because of his own feelings or ego. But similarly, it was his duty to put his comrade’s safety above his own; if he was a hinderance to the cause, then he’d refuse to let his own inability burden others. The WAR may be over now; but his duties were a part of him, && they were lessons he’d never forget.  ❝  We have to make sure the other’s got back okay. I’ll rendezvous with everyone once I regain my strength.  ❞

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    ❝  Isn’t this a pleasant surprise, && here I figured we’d already PERFORMED our final act.  ❞                                                                        ℒ  .  @reapersofknowledge​