#t.manor.drabbles

[cvlutos]

Which twst guy would this be? I almost wanna say Idia but I almost don't want to either. Sebek? 👀

I LOVE YOU. CAUSE CAUSE. I COULDNT JUST NOT WRITE ABOUT IT. I ADDED LILIA CAUSE HE WOULD. SHAMELESSLY.

♡ I.S | SMUT SNIPPET [SUB!IDIA, DOM!GN!READER]

He slams his hands against your desk, clearly flustered and dazed, in the very empty classroom. His face is pink and his hair flickers, from blue slowly fading into pink. He struggles to speak, hands shaking and moving from the desk to your arms, gripping them lightly.

"...I-I—mm—i want to. Before I graduate—i want to do it... In a-in a classroom..." He fumbles his words desperately, stance growing more tense as he closes the distance between you both blindly.

"So—lewd—" His voice comes out as a high-pitch whine, sweet decorating his skin as he shakily holds your waist, struggling to keep his eyes open, tongue lolling out his mouth, saliva decorating his chin. His shirt lifted over his chest, nipples perky and blue from your constant pinching and pulling. "—i cant—" His words are incoherent, feeling you tighten as you ride him, feeling his cock twitch.

♡ S.Z | SMUT SNIPPET [ALMOST CAUGHT]

"Human!" He stands infront of your desk with a scowl, arms folded behind his back. He would've scared you, if he hadn't screamed at the other students to get out the moment class was over. Which raised a few suspicious brows, but most ignored him. He doesn't give you a chance to speak, before pulling out a small notebook he kept tucked in his pocket.

"I realized that there is much I haven't done before we graduate," he tries to remain calm, but you can see the tip of his ears turn pink, as he flips through the pages, before landing on the correct one. "Lilia said I should make the most before we leave—and we should..." He falters, face turning pink, "we should... do it in a classroom..."

"Im—" He chokes on his words, on hand holding himself, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, forehead pressed against your back. Slowly rocking his hips, letting out a throaty groan, he curses under his breathe, hearing footsteps and voices outside the classroom, his hand sliding over your mouth, teeth digging into his bottom lip, hips snapping into yours, purposely forcing out a muffled moan.

♡ L.V | SMUT SNIPPET [PUBLIC, DOM!LILIA]

"Before we graduate, we should do it in a classroom."

He whispers in your ear, class still very much in session. Yet you're both located in the very back, with no other students beside you. His voice is hot and teasing, fingers teasing over the edges of your bottoms, fiddling with the buttons.

Your handwriting is shaky, trying to copy notes and keep a neutral face, has Lilia's fingers mess with you, teasing your most sensitive place, as he hums while you try and hold back a whine. Your freehand desperately grabbing his wrists, letting out a soft whimper, glancing at him with pleading eyes. He responds with a smile, winking as he pulls away, running his tongue over his fingers.

[cvlutos]

I bet Leona Kingscholar would dream about you often. The types of dreams that feel so real, that he'd confuse it for an actual memory. That he'd be so certain that this was his reality, until he wakes up to a speck of sun in his face. Yet he can't be bothered, only rolling to his side still thinking of the lovely dream from before.

That he'll scold himself silently for think it was true, yet he commits the dream to memory. Determined to remember it. As he goes throughout his day, his thoughts constantly mulling over the dream, and Ruggie sometimes sees the tiniest smile stretch across his lips. Yet in a moment the smile is gone, yet Ruggie is certain that it's there.

I bet Leona Kingscholar is the type to smile at nothing, seeing the small things that remind him of you and it makes him happy. He's quick to catch himself, quick to ignore the object, yet it happens again and again.

At some point he'll become annoyed with the object for simply being an object and not actually you. He'll curse it for being such a reminder, yet he won't move it. Nor ignore it. Sparing a short second to stare.

I bet Leona Kingscholar loves cleaning your face. He won't do it often, but sometimes he likes seeing a few crumbs on your face, or some drink droplets. He'll tease you, calling you messy and clumsy, but for a moment you'll see his eyes soften as he uses his thumb to wipe the corner of your lips, that lingers. Or he'll toss a napkin in your face, pleased to hear your laugh or fake offended gasp.

For some undescribable reason. It makes Leona Kingscholar happy.

[cvlutos]

♡ V.S & R.H | DICK | SMUT [TW: SUB!MALE READER, SPITTING]

Vil wants you to feel beautiful while he sits impossibly close, the buttons of your shirt undone and sliding off your shoulders and arms, chest littered with dark love bites, Vil's pretty fingers forcing you to look at yourself, while Rook buries his face between your thighs, eyes rolling to the back of his skull everytime he chokes on your cock. He just loves the feeling. Loves the way your twitch and smear precum along the flat of his tongue. But he also loves looking up, half-lidded green eyes staring into yours, while Vil places a string of lovely kisses along your neck, often times grasping Rook by the hair, forcing a muffled groan from his throat, forcing the huntsman to still his ministrations for you to answer the actor's questions.

'Do you like it?'

'Is he going deep enough?'

'No. I can't understand your mumbling, you have to speak clearly.'

Each words sending shivers down your spine, and if you answer oh so correctly, he pull Rook off your dripping cock and graciously spit a gob of saliva, letting Rook eagerly replace hot mouth along your length. Loving the ache in his knees, and the sting of Vil's nails, muffling incoherent french words, words that Vil to whisper into your ear, mocking—teasing...

'Permettez-moi de vous goûter...' Allow me to taste you...

'Pour te faire sentir si bien...' To make you feel so good...

'S'il te plaît...' Please....

When you cum for a moment it surprises them both, eyes wide as you stutter on your breath, spurts of your thick seed painting Rook's face and tongue, that he takes so greedily. To see you come undone, with Vil's careful movement, using a nearby towel to wipe Rook's face, whilst planting a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Oh how good you are to them.

[cvlutos]

So it's established that Jamil is on the strong side, right? With how his unique magic isn't something just anyone would be able to do and how he's really smart but also smart enough to look average? (This could apply to other boys too but I'm in a Jamil mood)

I wanna see him fight for us. I wanna see us in danger, and we yell out Jamil's name, and he comes to our rescue, but its not just him rescuing us- it's him engulfed in fury and making sure your attackers never come near you again. Even better if it's someone who underestimates him. Maybe some Snooty tooty high up guys who visit NRC for something, and since Jamil is a model student he's one of the students to show them around. And those guys are the kind where they compliment him but also sneer at how he's only *average*. Backhanded compliments and such. And then they spot Us, and they're like "That person has no magic, what are they doing here?!" And if you're a girl, well, they'd have something to say about that too. They're not happy with your existence at NRC. So before they leave...it wouldn't hurt to do something about you, right? Like forcibly drag you away? Maybe hit you a few times or tie you up so you stop struggling? And you can't fight back so you yell out in desperation for the one who unknowingly knows your heart- Jamil. And -I dunno how *shrug*- he finds you, sees what's happening to you, and all restraint has left him as he pulls out his pen.

… it’s the weekend. I’m tryna not write rn. I’m trying to control myself. But you had to make it real difficult. I can’t stand you. /j

♡ J.V | FIGHT FOR ME | ANGST W/ FLUFF | [TW: VIOLENCE, BULLYING, BLOOD]

There’s only three of them. Three against one and each with magic, who are dead set on making you remember what.you.are. Magicless. It doesn’t matter if you know the fact, live by that simple inability in which makes you a forever outliner no matter where you go, where you exist. You will always be magicless, bottom of the barrel. Useless. You know this, you do. Yet you make amends elsewhere. You do. You really try.

It hurts.

His broad fist slamming into your nose, while another kick your legs from out under you. While a third take a photo. They laugh, a laugh that mixes in with the ringing of your ears and the pounding of your skull. You feel your body collide with the ground, and they laugh again. As if a record on repeat, they want you to know how pathetic you are. You can hear the click of their camera, their snickers and words that don’t quite reach your ears.

“You aren’t supposed to disappear. Youre still on NRC grounds—What are you,” You struggle to see past their large bodies, yet ypu know his voice. His tired and annoyed voice that stop short. As if fully taking in the scene before him, the others taunt, laughing, saying how they couldn’t care less about ‘NRC stupid rules’. Especially since they let you in. You struggle to sit, to open your mouth to simply catch his gaze. And you do, charcoal grey to yours.

It hurts.

To see his knee slammed in the first students face, fingers interlocked and wrapped around the jerk’s huge head. It happened within a second, for the vice warden to spring from the ground, as if it was mere second nature to bring such a towering body down easily. Yet the look upon his face was neutral, as if his very expression was craved from dark stone, while his eyes, filled with such rage inwhich it sent a shiver down your own spine. He wouldn’t hurt you, as he falls with lands and with a simple step is already on the second one, sending a punch to the face, you swear you could hear a bone crack, before he could even utter a word.

He feels like the wind, the blows past on a hot day, warming your face, forcing you to focus solely on it more than whatever cause such heat. It should burn… yet, your ignore the ache and turn your body. It all happened so fast, with all three bodies littered on the ground. While Jamil stands victorious. Breathing deeply through his nose, shoulders tense, and hands clenched.

Yet when he looks at you, there isn’t any anger, only worry. Fear. Regret.

As if whatever you saw before was merely a fragment. Yet as he kneels before you, face pulling into a frown as he pulls a bundle of napkins and tissues, most definitely in case Kalim needed them, from his pocket he whips the blood from your nose. Sitting in the silence. He’s a soft breeze, barely unnoticeable unless you stop for a moment. “I was worried when you disappeared like that…” He pauses, as if it just dawned on him what truly happened. You got hurt. You really did.

“If anything—and I mean anything happens like that again. Call my name. Call it. Shout it. Scream. Cry,” there’s unwavering loyalty in his words, “and I will fight for you.”

Always.

[cvlutos]

TW: ANGST & DISCOMFORT

"You truly are an eyesore. So plain. So boring. If it weren't for your obnoxious voice, I wouldve forgotten that you were here. Completely forgot. That reminds me, why are you still here? With no true purpose—You're simply wasting space. I think it's best you go. Vanish into the crowd like you always do. I truly doubt that within a few minutes, I'd even remember you were here."

VIL SCHOENHEIT, DIVUS CREWEL, JADE LEECH + UR FAVES

[cvlutos]

TW: SUGGESTIVE

Imagine them drawing circles into your skin while you sleep, lips grazing the shell of your ear as they whisper. Theyd never say it to your face, how much they missed you. Longed for you. Waiting for the moment they could come home and return to you. They never tell you just how much they thought about you, how bored they found themselves without you. How they wish you couldve been with them.

Imagine them peppering kisses along your skin, slow, drawn out kisses that sends shivers. That has you shifting further into their embrace with a gentle groan. Your brows furrowing as his hand lies flat against your skin, gently squeezing your flesh before sliding down, their thumb grazing over the elastic band separating all of you from all of him.

+ ANY OF YOUR FAVES

[cvlutos]

I really think we need another round of Riddle with a tongue piercing. Yes?

HSHWJWKQKQKWJEUWKQJWJWJWJWJ

My mind was going 100mph so this isn’t all in order or whatever. It might not make sense

♡ R.R. | TONGUE PIERCING | SUGGESTIVE 

Imagine Riddle just holding your face, knees digging into your mattress, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. It was supposed to be a short kiss, a brief hello, before you both began studying. Yet you were just so inviting. One kiss turned into two. Two into three. Three turned into pure desperation, unable to keep his hands away. His tongue piercing grazes along your tongue, occasionally clinking against your teeth, each time sending a shock of electricity down Riddle’s spine, a muffled whimper leaving his throat.

On most days he avoids it, keeping his tongue heavy in his mouth, seldomly licking your bottom lip, nipping at your flesh through heated kisses. Saliva connects your lips as you pull away for hair, Riddle face strawberry red, his chest heaving, lips agape, showing his shiny red tongue piercing. He mumbles under his breath, it’s not enough— his hands tugging at his collar, sliding his jack and vest from his arm, uncaring for how ungraceful his movements are. He needs to feel you. He needs to. His lips reconnecting with yours, hands moving to tug on your clothing, hips grinding against you. His hands are warm against your bare skin, thumbs dragging along your naval and upward, leaving behind a trail of tingles.

“I want—” he speaks between kisses. Pressing a short kiss to the corner of your lips, to your cheek, your jaw, teeth nipping at your neck. It’s so out of character, from his usual rigid movements, for him to move so freely, so unapologetically. Taking all he can without remorse. It’s exhilarating.

[fade to black]

[cvlutos]

TW: MOCKING & REJECTION

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You hold out the candy with a smile, having spent days on finding the perfect one to fit his personality and taste. Doing research amongst his friends to find the absolutely perfect treat, to merely hint at your affections for him. He barely spares you a glance, focused more on whatever task he was doing.

“You know I don’t like you, right,” It wasn’t a question. A statement to make sure that you truly understood, and upon seeing your confused and distraught face, he lets out a low annoyed sigh, turning fully to you. Like a mother having to pull her child away and scold them for thinking that whatever they did was okay. Yet there’s no love, to apologetic undertones, nothing.

“I do not like you. Listen, I don’t know what gave you that impression, but no.” He turns back to his task, leaving you to merely stand there, shocked and silenced. You step away, turning from the man that just shattered your heart before a soft ‘wait’ makes you glance back with a glimmer of hope. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a bit of humor in his tone.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

VIL SCHOENHEIT, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, JAMIL VIPER, JADE LEECH, JACK HOWL, IDIA SHROUD, & MALLEUS DRACONIA

[cvlutos]

What do you think the most romantic way for Jade to use his unique magic on us would be? There's the classic "He doubts our feelings and uses his UM to ask us if we really love him" or the "Are you cheating on me?" or him using it just to tease you before you get together and ask us "Who do you have a crush on?"

Most realistically he wouldn't use it just because, wouldn't waste it on a question concerning love, or wouldn't use it cause he knows everything already without it.

♡ J.L | AN INKLING | FLUFF

Jade Leech wouldn't actually use it. Merely playing upon all your weaknesses, knowing what makes you shy, embarrassed, flustered. Cornering you in a dark hall and towering over you, even if he's not that much taller that you, but it feels like he is. Lips curled into a preying smile, as a shark cornering a defenseless fish, as he tilts in head in faux worry, asking if somethings wrong.

"So silent. Am I far too close?" He knows he is, nails grazing along your face and if for a moment you flinch, he's clicking his tongue with a disapproving headshake, his hand fully grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, making direct eye contact.

"Shock the heart~"

Any reaction, in quick gasp for breath, the twitching of your lips, the widening of your eyes or pupils, the flushing of your skin, the beating of your heart. He doesn't need the spell to know your true feelings, simply pretending gives it all away, and when he pulls away, placing his hand over his heart and bowing, you know, he knows. For his smile seems slightly wider than before.

Pleased with his discovery. Amused that his very own hypothesis was proved correct. "I will be leaving, dear, perfect. I await your arrival at the lounge."

[cvlutos]

"Putting aside all my duties. And all tasks—I need you to that I love you. No—not that I just love you, but that I'm in love with you. With the way you breathe. The way you think. The silly habits, the bad habits. The habits I hate you have, and the habits I adore. I love each and every single one, because each and every single one is you. And I am so very in love with you."

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, JAMIL VIPER, JADE LEECH, JACK HOWL, VIL SCHOENHEIT, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, MALLEUS DRACONIA, TREY CLOVER, RUGGIE BUCCHI, & [+ ANY OF YOUR FAVES]

[cvlutos]

Okay I know it's not exactly appropriate for him but Sebek with a split tongue?

I got sidetracked. Not gonna lie.

♡ S.Z | SPLIT TONGUE | SUGGESTIVE | BLOOD

Sebek having a split tongue is definitely not natural, but I also can’t imagine it being purposeful, so I’m settling for an accident while training. I’m sure his father had a whole heart attack when his son returned home with a split tongue and just bleeding profusely. I feel like he would most definitely be embarrassed by it, but you wouldn’t know cause he acts completely normal with it. So just imagine with me.

Crocodiles can detect blood from like miles away because they have an extremely good sense of smell. So there are times when you're bleeding that he’ll smell it and subconsciously follow, most times he ends with him yelling at you for being too careless and forcing him to fix your wound cause you possibly couldn’t do it. So imagine, getting a paper cut around Sebek, it isn’t anything too big nor even that painful, yet before you can react Sebek is already snatching up your hand and using his handkerchief while ranting, before shoving the cloth in his pocket and ordering you to go get a bandaid. When you’re out of sight, he slowly brings the slightly ruined handkerchief to his nose and deeply inhales.

I’m getting sidetracked, back to split-tongue stuff. But let’s say this time you cut your palm, a worse cut that has you hissing in pain. Which has Sebek nearly bursting into the kitchen, going from concerned, to mad, to conflicted. Ignoring you completely as you wave it off, moving to rinse off the cut. Sebek moves to your side, gently taking your wrist and brings it up to his lips. His tongue feels weird, swishing and swirling, sending tingles down your spine, as if in a daze before you speak, and he breaks away from him as if you burned him. You stare at him once before shaking his head and leaving.

[cvlutos]

♡ ♡ V.S. | PRIVACY | SUGGESTIVE

Vil views himself as a man of stature, one that is always in tight control of his emotions. That isn’t ruled by his heart, but his mind. That is how it should be, especially in the film industry. Cameras are always there and rarely does one have moments of privacy. Yet when it comes to you, beautiful, sweet you, he can’t help but wish for his heart to lead. To indulge in more than he should. Even if the cameras remain on him, his eyes remain on you, even if from a distance. Yet there is something that bothers Vil to no end, you’re seemingly indifference.

You don’t throw yourself at him; you don’t beg for his attention as his fans and that bothers him. Irks him to no end that the possibility that he could desire you more than you desire him, that such exists. So in the moments in his privacy, moments before his slumber, he sits in front of his vanity. Counting the seconds as he removes the makeup from his delicate skin. Lilac eyes trail from himself to his phone.

November 7th.

He lets out a low hum, his mind thinking back to the ridiculous ‘No Nut November’ that Epel bragged about. He simply rolls his eyes. He hasn’t had much difficulty. He rarely sees you and most of his nights are dreamless. Empty. A part of him wishes you’d appear. Then maybe he could—he shakes the unsavory thought, pleased with his nightly routine and moving from his vanity. Slipping into bed wordlessly and turning off the light.

“Vil…” Has his name always sounded so sweet to his ears? He stares at you and he knows that immediately he’s dreaming. For his dreams can’t capture the way you look, it misses the parts in which Vil, himself, deems as beautiful. Yet he can’t help himself. Hands grabbing your face and pulling you into his lips, you taste like the fanciest of wines, a groan leaving his lips as he deepens the kiss, one of his hands sliding from your face, dragging along your back, til it rests on your lower back, forcing your inhumanly close. It’s almost dizzying. Half-lidded eyes staring into yours. Even if it is a dream, let him indulge, let him have this single moment of never noticed privacy. He pulls away, watching the way your eyes flutter open, your chest heaving for breath, hands clinging onto him.

Vil views himself as a man of stature, one that is always in tight control of his emotions. A hot cry fumbles from your lips, Vil’s bruising grip upon your waist. He’s so desperate. Your hands clinging to his shoulders, body shaking and shuddering, pupils blown. A man that isn’t ruled by his heart, but his mind. He leaves a trail of dark, bruising kisses along your neck, interlacing his fingers with yours, helping you bounce on his lips. Words of affection, want. Desire. Love, spill from his lips blindly. A side in which you’d never see in front of the camera.

He’s genuine.

His hair sticks to his forehead, caring not as he presses it against yours, eyes fluttering as his teeth dig into the fat of your bottom lip. A whine leaves your throat. Fingers dig into your skin, his hips slapping against yours, painting your skin in his cum. His breath is hot against your face, staring into half-lidded eyes, his face a pretty shade of soft pink. You utter his name, breaking away from his hands, to hang across his neck, pulling him down closer to you, a muffled moan leaving his lips as they met yours. He’s close, far too close, his hips stuttering as he pushes himself deeper and deeper.

“I love you.”

November 8th comes faster than any other day has and Vil wakes to his alarm. He feels unusually hot, and his hand flies up to his chest. Feeling the fast beating of his heart. His body seems unaffected, yet his mind isn’t. ‘The next time—’ He vows, ‘it will not be a dream.’

[cvlutos]

This is extra dark. Please be warned. Idk why I wrote this, but Sebek being mean and aggressive…. Ugh

♡ ♡ ♡ MEAN!SEBEK | AGGRESSION | YANDERE, SMUT, N’ DARK CONTENT

MEAN!SEBEK who just grabs your face with one hand when he’s annoyed, forcing you close, and glaring with nothing but hatred swirling in his eyes. Speaking through gritted teeth, about how much he hates you and how useless you are.

MEAN!SEBEK who tells you time and time again how he wants nothing to do with you, yet gets so angry when you dare try and hang out with another. Grabbing your arm and yanking you away, cursing under his breath with how useless you are.

MEAN!SEBEK who shoves you into the private bathrooms, locking the door, and aggressively undoing his belt buckle. Ignoring you completely. It’s not like you could truly fight back. You’re weaker than him. So much weaker. As he forces you onto your knees, painfully gripping the back of your skull.

MEAN!SEBEK who smears his pre against your quivering lips, nearly growling, and prying your lips open with his cockhead. Feeling your teeth graze against his thick shaft, that twitches within your hot mouth, forcing your to widen your jaw as tears prick your eyes. His cock nudging the back of your throat.

MEAN!SEBEK who isn’t gentle. Who face fucks you like an animal, forcing your to use him for stability as you gag and choke. As his balls slap against your chin, coating in your saliva. Your nose brushing against his pelvis, his curly hairs scratching your skin.

MEAN!SEBEK who cums without warning, shooting his sticky seed down your throat, filling your mouth full. Demanding you to swallow every last bit. You drags his limp cock from your mouth, chuckling as his hand gently pats your stuffed cheeks, using his thumb to spread the mixture of cum and saliva across your skin.

MEAN!SEBEK who hates you, treats you like the dirt beneath his foot. Yet can’t seem to keep you out his head.

[cvlutos]

♡L.K | HE DOES | ANGST [TW: SUGGESTIVE, CHEATING]

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

He likes you.

More than like. He loves you. He does. He loves your smile. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. All the things you dislike, he loves. Every flaw you find upon your skin, ever feature that makes you sigh, every glance that has you grimace. He loves it all. And with silent touches and fluttering kisses and linger like the warmth of the sun and the tingle of flames, he wipes all away. And he'll do it everyday if need be. He loves you. He does.

Just not enough.

He's the second prince with a chance to rule. To sit upon a golden throne that's been denied from him. He's waiting—hoping—for this very scenario. For this very moment. And he can't give it up.

He needs a queen.

One to rule beside him. He loves you, he does.

He wants you to know that he does, and he still will. Even as he has to be away for most days. Even as his letters, his texts, phonecalls dwindle day. He loves youm

Visits you on warm summer nights, bare legs entwined with yours, kisses of heat and passion as if he never for a moment left you. As he he's waited all his life to be here, to be here with you. Cupping your face as you lay beside him, thumb dragging along your cheek. Whisper soft rare 'i love yous' til morning.

He never leaves without it.

Without his ring of gold that he wears on his ring finger. He never forgets when he leaves you in ruined sheets as sun bleeds through the curtains. With every ache and bruise that litter your skin, ever place he kissed, burns. He leaves you feeling cold.

The King after the passing of his brother. Your love. That isn't quite yours. That will never be quite yours, at least not anymore.

Who visits only in the dead of night, who won't listen to your complaints, to your begs. To your cries of wanting him to forget you, or either choose you. You beg him to make this end... He's married. You know that. You do. Yet, he's warm. He makes you feel so loved. He does.

He likes you.

More than like. He loves you. He does. He loves your smile. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. All the things you dislike, he loves. Every flaw you find upon your skin, ever feature that makes you sigh, every glance that has you grimace. He loves it all. And with silent touches and fluttering kisses and linger like the warmth of the sun and the tingle of flames, he wipes all away. And he'll do it everyday if need be. Yet he won't be there everyday. He wont be there to console you, to love you as your should be loved.

He's married...

And not to you...

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

[cvlutos]

♡ OCTOTRIO | ENDING DEALS | ANGST

How do we explain this in a way that won't hurt you. Well, we know that, that exact outcome is plausible, no matter what I say you will always feel some kind of way. Hurt. Mad. Angry. Sad. It doesn’t matter to me in the end, though I want to remain on good terms. In case I ever need you. Which is a low probability, but one can never be too careful.

We don't wanna make you feel bad.

Nor offend you.

It's just—You're not the most interesting. Your humor, lacks and just the things you enjoy. It isn't for us. Even with that mask of yours, hiding away at of that instability, hiding away how you truly want to act, cause well—no one would find you enjoyable if you were really you. Maybe for a sort while, but then it because the same old, same old. You aren’t unique.

You're boring.

A shame really.

Don't take offense. You know these things. You know that you’re quite unlikeable. With faux kindness and sweet words. People think you’re too kind, to earnest. Others think your mean, a liar, and who is to truly say. Yet I cant possibly use you for anything. My friends—colleagues—they have purpose. Meaning.

And you have nonee~

Please do not be offended, it's merely the truth.

Yes. The truth. It's the truth. And unlike you, I value being truthful to who I am. I truly don't see the purpose of continuing our friendship. I have nothing to gain. It’s quite unfortunate, but that is the way of life, the way of business.

And you know how important business is!

We can't let anyone get in the way of business.

The twins are right. You get in the way. You take up valuable space. Space I need and you're taking up. I've tried to be patient and understand. I played my role of charismatic friend, I played the role of the good-hearted merchant. Yet.

We're boredddd, shrimpyyyyy~~~~~

This game has grown quite stale.

Stale. Yes, the perfect word. You've grown old. And no one wants old toys. I'm sure you understand.

[cvlutos]

thoughts on kaeya

The way I was gonna be like, "he's cold as ice" but that's silly... But I also adore Kaeya so I'm writing little headcannons and random Kaeya thoughts.

♡ THOUGHT ON KAEYA

He's sweet. Really sweet, especially when he's not being sassy and sarcastic on missions. Always saying 'thank you' with a shy head scratch, dipping his head with an embarrassed smile as he's greeted by little old ladies, who absolutely adore him.

For someone whose literal element is cryo, he has such a warm personality that draws people in. He has such a calm and relaxed grin, always sitting relaxed no matter where he goes. Always greeting familiar faces and asking how they are, unbothered if they go off rambling, cause he'll always smile and show his interest.

Kaeya also has a RSF [Resting Sad Face], especially when he's alone, his facial muscles relaxing into a frown when he's in thought, even when he's merely thinking about some chores left undone. And when he's caught, he's quite embarrassed, yet laughing it off as he presses his cheek against his palm. Teasing you for being so concerned.

Kaeya likes sharing his food, especially if it's something you enjoy. I believe it's a habit from childhood, where he and Diluc often shared their food, it's a habit Kaeya can't shake. Always swearing that he got far too much to eat for just himself, but has this satisfied smile when you take the portion he saved. [He tries to eat dinner with you often whenever you're around and he isn't busy.]

When he sneezes, a gust of frosty air escapes from his nose, when he gets overly embarrassed, he can accidentally freeze himself in his seat or freeze cups and bottles in his hand, which is partially why he wears gloves.

Kaeya loves hugs, he won't go actively asking for one, but if you so happened to grace him with one, he's easily accepting it, slightly teasing you for being so eager to see him. [As if his heart isn't racing.]