#dvouring

[supportingfire]

wraps his arms around thoma, and drops his head onto his shoulder. his battery is empty.

thoma finds it amusing that it wasn't until after they became closer, traveled half of teyvat together, recovering from injuries under the watchful eye of the other, that he learned about the supposed threat the harbinger posed. not to say thoma doubted the man's strength; even if he hadn't seen ajax in action, thoma could feel the well of willpower in the other when they were close. he could hear it in the stories ajax told of his survival, his conquests, the way his eyes seemed to light when talking of accomplishments that would have killed lesser men. it was just that...the 11th harbinger, the attack dog of the tsaritsa, vessel of the foul legacy...

...was quite the lap dog when he was at home. it's what retainer has become used to. thoma accepts the embrace with ease and familiarity, one hand coming to cup the back of the man's head, fingers threading through ginger locks to gently scratch at the scalp. his other presses to the small of harbinger's back, holding him close, but not too close, always aware the beast may not bite, but it was by choice. the thought warms him to his core - to be an exception, to be so dear...there wasn't a feeling like it. he would never take it for granted.

ajax hangs the harbinger at the door, before coming home to recharge with the people he loves most. thoma relishes in it. head tilts kissing orange crown, hand on his back rubbing up and down in lazy strokes.

"there's tea on the stove," he comments, making no motion to release the harbinger. not until ajax was ready, "or, we can just lay down. i can tell you about my day in the market. does that sound good?" // @dvouring

[ccaptain]

godspeed friend 🫡 may your luck with pulls be plentiful, and your recollection of grass ; non - existent.

THERE'S NO GRASS IN FARM SING SE

[incognosis]

@dvouring: he has the marks of one of zhongli's past lovers upon him, and it was difficult to tell which part of the ex archon was looking at him when he saw pieces of osial. sprawled upon the bed, a gentler rain outside a darkened sky, it's raindrops a soft cacophony upon the rooftop, the room is dark save for the bare skin of morax's arms, the bioluminescence of childe's inherited scales that seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. ' zhongli. ' rasped sigh left him on a quiet exhale, the sound of his voice enraptured by the sight before him. glowing hand would move the part the red folds of childe's shirt, the way his hand touched the harbinger's sternum making osial's gills at his ribs flutter, making childe's eyes dark with want. he knew this, and yet, it continued to rain. who are you looking at ? me, or the god who possesses my body ? a hand came up to rest at zhongli's nape, gentle in how he pulled apart the ties, rich brown hair falling from it's binds. in that moment, maybe it is the culmination of both their wants that he holds the silker umber strands in hand, kissing the hair at his fingertips like one would worship any part of a deity they could.

he   stares   at   the   creation   below   him   with   eyes   of   divinity,   cor   lapis   gaze   splintered   with   all   the   rawness   of   a   god   lost   in   the   throes   of   the   situation   they'd   found   themselves   in.   in   everything   he   does   -   zhongli   is   so   assured,   morax   even   more   so,   so   confident   in   each   step   he   took   through   this   mortal   life.   but   even   for   him   -   this   was   uncharted   territory,   dark   and   abyssal   waters   that   he   could   navigate   only   based   on   feeling   alone.   and   for   a   man   who   had   spent   over   six   thousand   years   avoiding   such   emotions?   it   was   a   monumental   task,   one   that   he   would   laud   to   be   harder   than   anything   else   he's   ever   done   in   his   long,   long   lived   life.   but   childe...   the   knowledge   of   childe,   on   the   other   side   of   this,   that   makes   it   all   worth   it   in   the   end   he   supposes.   

gilded   scales   enshrouded   in   umber   pulsate   in   the   dim   room,   the   gold   tips   of   his   claws   so   gentle   in   their   caress.   countless   scars   from   the   harbingers   own   battles   mottle   the   skin   beneath   his   touch,   now   alongside   osial's   luminous   scales,   and   he   is   reverent   in   the   descent   of   his   fingertips   -   mapping   the   lines   of   sweet   flesh   with   studious   purpose,   all   while   the   hue   of   his   gaze   refuses   to   leave   childe's   own.   tender,   tender,   tender   -   it's   impossibly   soft   -   the   way   zhongli   looks   at   him,   the   way   his   stoney   features   have   melted   into   something   downright   devastated   -   just   by   the   sound   of   the   harbinger   muttering   his   name   alone.

a   rumble   of   thunder   in   the   distance,   the   patter   of   rain....   it   all   falls   to   the   wayside,   long   since   distracted   by   the   pull   of   zhongli's   draconic   intent.   the   hand   not   upon   childe's   chest   curls   tight   into   the   sheets   near   his   head,   as   the   younger's   coaxing   fingertips   find   solace   in   his   nape   and   he   watches   -   bewitched   -   when   a   reverent   kiss   is   placed   to   the   silk   of   his   dark   tresses.   

something   shifts   in   him   then,   a   piece   of   stone   reconnecting   to   a   jagged   edge   of   his   heart,   and   zhongli   finds   his   chest   full   -   so   full,   as   he   leans   downwards.   it   is   unsurprising   for   childe   to   wonder   who   zhongli   pines   for   in   these   moments   -   when   the   vestiges   of   his   prolific   age   old   lover   and   the   new   object   of   his   affections   have   become   one.   it   doesn't   stun   him   in   the   slightest   that   he   might   be   confused   or   hurt   by   where   zhongli's   gaze   or   touch   may   linger.   but...

the   answer   to   childe's   questions   come,   when   zhongli   lowers   his   head,   their   mouths   mere   centimeters   apart.

"   ajax.   "   he   murmurs   on   a   prayer,   and   seals   their   lips   together   in   a   desperate   press.

[abyssmalice]

foul offers her a half eaten fish for her birthday, it falls right out of it's massive unhinged mouth.

birthday girl day!!! / Accepting!!

Tonia watches with a near-blank, but most certainly not-hopeful expression as the abyssal being approaches her with—is that a god damn carp? What the actual fuck?

Her eye twitches almost painfully, mouth curving in a way that indicates just how much she wants to frown - but isn't because a mere frown wouldn't convey the exact maelstrom of thoughts and feelings going through her right now - as the fish slides out of its maw and slaps itself into a half-bloodied, wet mess onto the ground.

On closer look - it's not even a whole fish! What the actual fuck! It didn't even have the decency to get a full fish and offered half of its dinner or something!

"What. The fuck," finally falls out of her own mouth after a long moment of silence, and she stares at the pathetic excuse of a fish. She's not even sure anymore if this is supposed to be a birthday gift or something else - surely, an abyssal being that's been piloting her brother around for a while would know what counts for a birthday and a birthday present, right?

Maybe not, actually. In any case, Tonia is not using that fish for anything. It can take the fish back and finish eating it if it so desires. If she has to be even the slightest bit generous about how to interpret this sad, strange gesture - she would just assume they want to have dinner with her. Socializing? Bonding?

Archons, what the actual fuck.

With the tip of her boot, she slowly nudges the half-eaten fish back towards the creature. "...You can have this back. I can get my own fish to eat - we can eat together if you want." She eyes them a little skeptically. "...Is that what you wanted to do? Spend time with me?"

[suiyuun-archive]

@dvouring: prawn gyozas were one of his favourite inazuman foods. the harbinger would need a good incentive if he was to learn how to properly grasp the use of these utensils. not only that, he was determined to use them artfully, fluidly, if not - then at least skillfully enough to shove them up a stuck up politicians assh - okay, calm down, breathe. he’d been practising in his room for about an hour now, door slightly ajar, quiet save for the odd snezhnayan curse. it was no longer the treat that fueled him, but the spite of seeing the very same hiiragi clan members who’d made fun of him at the last diplomatic dinner eat their words. he was a reflection of the kamisato family now, and they didn’t stab their food with abandon - but childe might have to stab something soon if he let his frustration get the better of him.

the  estate  is  well  and  truly  alive  this  late  in  the  afternoon  -  made  even  more  so  by  the  clan  head  himself  being  in  residence  again  after  having  been  away  for  nearly  two  weeks.  still  though,  despite  the  kamisatos  being  one  of  the  eldest  families  to  remain  in  power  in  inazuma,  and  arguably  the  most  powerful,  ayato  and  ayaka  both  choose  to  keep  a  refined  and  quiet  home.  thusly  'alive'  and  'bustling'  for  his  household  translates  usually  to  -  a  few  extra  servants  in  the  halls  sorting  linens,  or  the  occasional  shuumatsuban  member  padding  by  open  doors  on  silent  footfalls.  

ayato  strides  with  one  of  his  many  assistants  through  the  residential  wing,  in  the  midst  of  removing  arm  guards,  gloves,  and  his  outermost  layers  (namely  to  ride  himself  of  cumbersome  sleeves)  as  they  walk.  he  speaks  to  his  household  in  quiet  tones,  assessing  the  treatise  held  open  before  him  with  the  rapt  attention  of  an  artist  in  the  midst  of  painting  the  perfect  scene.  a  wayward  nod  falls  short,  the  ice  blue  of  his  tresses  careening  into  handsome  features  before-  ayato  blinks,  just  once,  hesitating  at  the  nearby  corner  and  tilting  his  head  to  follow  the  sound  of  curses  in  a  language  better  suited  for  northern  frosts  and  nights  spent  by  firesides-

                                                                   ah.

the  ajar  door  gives  him  a  glimpse  to  exactly  what  is  occurring,  and  ayato  can't  help  but  find  himself  chagrined.  without  a  second  thought,  the  lord  commissioner  turns  on  his  heel  and  strides  in  (he  technically  owns  the  room,  right?  and  this  is  his  consort)  without  knocking.  stunned  servants  and  shuumatsuban  alike  linger  at  the  threshold  -  and  ayato  remembers  them  only  a  moment  later,  a  gloved  hand  waving  them  off.  "  clear  my  schedule.  "  before  slamming  the  sliding  door  behind  him  with  a  bang  that  could  be  heard  across  the  home.  

only  then  does  he  focus  on  childe  once  more,  the  strange  blue-purple  lull  of  his  eyes  glimmering  with  both  mirth  and  barely  concealed  predatory  interest.  "  oh  my.  "  amusement  meets  the  soft  lilt  of  ayato's  ever  honeyed  voice,  and  he  sinks  to  his  knees  next  to  the  sneznhayan  with  the  grace  of  a  man  retreating  to  his  throne.  "  stare  at  those  chopsticks  any  harder  and  they  may  burst  into  flame,  hydro  vision  or  not.  "  deft  fingertips  drift  forth,  procuring  the  additional  pair  by  the  unadorned  plate,  and  weaving  them  deftly  through  his  fingertips.  he  plucks  up  one  of  the  prawn  gyoza  as  easy  as  breathing,  dipping  it  lightly  into  the  nearby  sauce  (garnished  with  jueyun  chilis  and  a  special  blend  of  spices).  ayato  cannot  resist  a  slight  moan  at  the  burst  of  flavor  that  follows  suit  -  hand  raising  to  delicately  cover  lips  as  he  chews  and  swallows.  "  mm  -  thoma  made  these.  good  choice.  "  

ayato  tilts  his  head  once  more,  that  long  blue  strand  falling  forth  a  bit  further  upon  the  white  of  his  clothing.  he  does  not  appear  patronizing,  does  not  appear  sympathetic  -  rather  only  assesses.  "  ayaka  told  me  about  the,  hm,  incident.  i  hear  you  irreparably  marred  a  300  year  old  table.  "  a  forlorn  sigh.  "  oh  to  have  been  a  fly  on  the  wall.  "

chopsticks  sweep  forward  then,  plucking  up  yet  another  gyoza  and  dipping  it  into  the  sauce.  free  hand  positioning  below  the  food  item  to  keep  any  of  the  garnish  from  dripping,  he  raises  both  towards  childe's  lips,  pausing  patiently  before  them  with  that  serene,  but  predatory  gaze.  "  i'm  only  sorry  i  was  not  here  to  see  it.  you  did  me  a  great  service  by  attending  that  dinner  on  my  behalf,  even  when...  "  well,  by  inazuman  standards,  it  was  technically  his  consort's  job,  but  ayato  was  making  a  concentrated  attempt  at  being  some  semblance  of...  nice.  "  let  me  help  you.  i  believe  my  teaching  methods  will  prove...  more  fruitful  than  most.  "  an  ominous,  but  temptuous  promise,  born  on  the  back  of  the  sweetest  of  smirks.

[mmriesoftvat]

@dvouring / ruebedo

that's...something. even though albedo is warming up to the idea of having a brother at all, he's not entirely sure about the recreational habits of said brother.

"what...even is that?" albedo waves a hand toward...that creation.

[piercingdarke]

@dvouring. 🔥

          “nothing’s biting,” ex-knight sounds vaguely annoyed, but not with the harbinger himself--the overachiever in him seems to think, at this point, that if they haven’t caught any fish yet he must be doing something wrong. nevermind that it’s only been about fifteen minutes, “you do this for fun? it seems a little... slow-paced for your tastes.”

[kikun]

*twirls hair* so much effort to single me out, comrade, you tryin’ to say something ? *bats lashes*

"Was I not CLEAR enough? I'll spell it out for you."

" G E T L O S T. "

[luminousglimmer-a]

ミ ✦ ┊ ┊ ﹝ none ❞ : @dvouring

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

𝐬𝐞𝐱+𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬! ― 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

yes!! lumine likes to take risks, so public sex is absolutely okay with her. she really enjoys teasing her partners and feeling them up or something to initiate and see if they're open to the idea of it.

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

her first heartbreak was so long ago, she barely remembers it. she's long since healed from the chance meeting on mish’alah where she encountered a young man with whom she fell in love. lumine was still young at the time and still learning how to live. it was the first world they landed on, after all. lumine didn't understand love in the romantic sense and was taken advantage of by someone who didn't really have feelings for her. they saw her strength and powers and, considering her useful, they pretended to love her. she fell hard and had wanted to stay. it was aether that helped her see she was being played. she had been giving and giving and never getting back more than the bare minimum and empty promises. words and never actions. lumine was too naive to see him for what he was and he ruined her.

[anemxvisions]

@dvouring​

“What are you doing here Fatui scum?” The yaksha hissed at the harbinger, what was he doing back in the lands of Liyue? It baffled the adeptus why this...abomination got to still have rights to breathing when he threatened Liyue, even if it was for a test. 

[supportingfire]

his fingers work gently through soft blonde strands, carefully twisting the longer parts of thoma’s hair into a braid. they’ve stopped at wangshu inn for the night, prepping to make the rest of the trip to fontaine in the morning, but the lancer has been obviously restless from the moment they stopped—it took a marked amount of effort from diluc just to coax thoma into bed when he’d rather be keeping busy to occupy his mind. it’s why he’s taking his time with the braid, paying extra attention to his partner’s hair where he can, hoping to relax him a little. “ there are a lot of aquatic animals in fontaine. have you ever heard of blubberbeasts ? “

indisposed left a lot to be desired. what did that mean, exactly? what state was the harbinger in, being indisposed? a part of thoma feels as though he already knows, considering what little correspondence the courts of fontaine sent back to their homestead, but another part of him tries for optimism in the back of his mind. which comes out in the form of lots of pacing throughout the day, talking a little too fast, and restlessness in the evenings. he almost convinced diluc to let him walk about the inn a bit that night, but dawn has managed to coax him to bed while they wait for morning to come.

"hmm," his first response, fingers tracing the hem-line in his pajama pants, legs curled up underneath him. he heard diluc, but the question doesn't register right away. it takes a few moments. he knows what the man is doing; trying to distract him with the prospect of animals. some of thoma's favorite things. he appreciates the effort, really.

"i haven't," he admits, trying to focus on the feel of his partner's hands in his hair rather than the unknown that was the state of their third after no doubt causing an uproar in the city of water, "they sound large..." a faint smile, he trails off. his heart just isn't as in to it as he wants.

"i'm sorry. i feel like i can't focus," he turns to face diluc, uncaring of the braid left unfinished. at least for now, "not just about him. he can handle himself, you and i both know that. but...more the effects of whatever he may have caused. if i-..." he catches himself, what he tends to do. shoulder more than he should. thoma rephrases, "if we can fix it."

there isn't much of a care for what ajax has done. maybe he should, but thoma doesn't see the point. he loves both dawn harbinger, with and without their fangs.

"i just want him to come home. that's all." // @piercingdark

[ccaptain]

night terrors 👀

THANK U FOR SENDING *PREPARES TO HIT U WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER FULL OF FEELS* -- @dvouring

kaeya's worst nightmares are when he dreams about killing crepus.

you know how his fear that it was actually his fault was cemented with time? what kaeya fails to see is that, even if he came to his rescue before ursa the drake was going to maim him, what could he have done realistically?? he was young, and most importantly visionless. ever if he rushed here in time, the best he could have done against ursa was to throw his sword at it. like throwing a fucking toothpick at godzilla. it was 100% going to be a bloodbath with many casualties among the knights. including kaeya himself. it's a mix of survivors guilt tinged with the fact that everything else seems to point the blame at him not arriving sooner, and he adamantly refuses to accept the reality that what happened wasn't his fault.

in fact, this translates into a very brief dream where crepus smiles at him, calls him 'son' with all the affection in the world and hugs him. ''it wasn't your fault,'' his adoptive dad tells him, holding him close.

kaeya relaxes in the hold until it starts feeling too warm. it's a warmth that he doesn't deserve, too familiar, too comfortable, and suddendly that hug seems like a straightjacket threatening to crush him. the whole place is on fire, and his lungs are painfully tight-

that's when he drives his sword right between his adoptive father's ribs. sometimes it's the stomach, sometimes he goes straight for the throat. it doesn't matter where it strikes, it's lethal. he slowly takes some steps back and lets crepus body slump to the floor, crimson blood pooling under him catching fire.

he's crying, stomach churning, but all he can manage to say is an almost spiteful ''it is, now.''

[frcstwinded]

@dvouring​: lily, lotus, magnolia, & marigold.

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

kaeya has nothing but love and respect for his mother. kazemi is the charisma kaeya wished he had, the noble leader who cares for her people and he wishes he could be that charismatic. when he heard his mother died, he was distraught, especially for an eight-year-old whose one of their final memories before being frozen is hearing his mother’s death from his father who witnessed it. even now over five hundred years later, kaeya still mourns her death, even heavier than crepus’ death due to the abyssal interference. 

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

he desires a fresh start, a way to be able to live in teyvat and not have the burdens of being khaenri’ah’s prince and final hope. he lives a lie constantly, and it tires him, and he wants a fresh start but he knows he has to save his home for his people, and as such, ignores the pain.

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

his form of the natural world is khaenri’ah, and given how that is mostly ash now, it’s very broken. in terms of teyvat, however, kaeya is disjointed by the nature being so varied, it is jarring to his mind, but he is overall indifferent to this.

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?

i don’t think he does genuine jealousy or envy. his abyssal influence has negated this ability, likely because it believes those emotions unnecessary for the task at hand. 

[suiyuun-archive]

@dvouring : sorry my co-workers were profiting off your country’s civil war to sell their funky little trinkets ( delusions ) 🥺👉👈 do you still think i’m hot?

it's okay my abyssal ginger meow meow, don't fret. you could burn inazuma to the ground and i'd still wanna take you to pound town (maybe more so than before tbh) 😉

[abyssmalice]

different ways to say ‘i love you’ / Accepting!

 @dvouring​ asked: “how did you even get sick? you look ugly. come here.”

It takes a moment of observance. Even now, all things well and considered, there’s a fair part of her that doesn’t believe what she sees, doesn’t believe in the existence of a man who should no longer be enjoying the fruits of life. Even though she should already be understanding of the idea: of dead life walking the earth once more—

Perhaps it’s a different story when the means to resurrection has a faint taste of rust and stagnant malice, of ancient history coagulated in mud and left in unending darkness. Anyone with instincts can tell there’s a danger inherent in it—and to her, it’s also familiar. Which only makes it more dangerous.

Even so. This faintly familiar danger wears a faintly familiar face.

Caution is so easy. Similarly, the want to oblige, to indulge in some absurd nostalgia, is also easy. But hesitation and doubt have always been steady winners in her life, unfortunately.

Tonia sniffs an involuntary drop of mucus and turns herself away, huddling herself even closer against the wall. The heavy downpour towards the mouth of the cave echoes loudly all the while. Stupid rain and stupid Fatui missions and stupid decision to keep trekking along without even an umbrella—

“No,” she huffs stubbornly, pointlessly hugging herself tighter when the storm callously spins a breeze into the cave, causing her to shudder violently from the cold. “Y-You called me ugly! Big brother wouldn’t call me ugly! I don’t want to now.”

She sniffs again, much louder, in part an exaggerated performance of disdain and part because she could feel mucus leaking out of her nose again - though it also makes her head spin a bit from how forceful she was going about it. Gods, if she has a fever, she wouldn’t be too surprised—but more than that, she just feels annoyed. How much longer is she going to have to deal with this? And when will Ajax— this man leave her be already?

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continued from here with @dvouring​

A low chuckles leaves the older segment’s lips. So this was their newest member? Truly a youthful visage for Gamma to lay eyes on. He was even younger than all the youngest segments of himself that ran around. (Except for ONE, but that one was a carefully guarded secret even within the labs that Dottore possessed.  “  I figured as much. No one so willingly walks into my labs, nor would be so BOLD  as to risk my wrath should they be attempting to sneak or break in. Once upon a time someone tried. But that was many centuries ago back with the ORIGINAL Dottore. ( Unfortunately, little did he know that would change in time. For Prime at least, Gamma was rarely around as it was. )

   “  No, I am not. That is often PRIME or DELTA. Typically Prime himself unless he is out in the field.  “  Gamma confirms, slowly rising from the chair he’d been seated in up till that moment.  “  You can call me the Gamma Segment. Or just Gamma will do.  “  The segment introduces himself, hands resting inside the traditional lab coat that he wore.  “  A  segment from much later than Prime’s own. You’re rather lucky I suppose. I RARELY bisit. Other experiments and subjects to attend to you see. It is primarily only Prime and those close to his age or the younger segments that are present here in the palace.  “  He had no qualms in sharing the information. It WASN’T a big deal in his own eyes

  “  Tartaglia, correct? Prime mentioned you in his correspondence.  “  Gamma remarks calmly, before removing a gloved hand from his pocket to gesture for the other to come CLOSER.  “  Was there somewhere you were attempting to go then, to be lost? Or just wandering?  “