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doesymbolism · 9 days

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SUNBURN

summary: "The day Lynette obtained her Vision, Lyney sheltered their fall with his shoulder, breaking it. After a week, his sister goes on a mission without him for the first time. Lyney seeks you out for comfort, but doesn't know if he's ready to tell you everything just yet. He hopes you don't mind if he basks in your presence in the meantime."

or: a fidgety teen!lyney seeks you out the first time lynette goes on a mission without him. 4.1k words.

notes: i have no medical knowledge. forgive me + the fontaine institute of research has not blown up yet !! + rushed ending + we do have a beta reader this time write the date down + playful banter&mutual pining + kind of goes from reader centric to lyney centric. reader wears a skirt.

Your mother knocks insistently on the already open door, interrupting your reading. She steals a glance at the thick novel in your hands and says that a boy is asking for you at the front door.

“Who is this boy?” Mom asks, describing him briefly as you both rush down the stairs. The mention of violet eyes is enough to drown the suspicion of a classmate stopping by to ask for your homework. Or worse, to study together. “Why had I never seen him before? We've talked about it, you're too young for boyfriends—”

You stop Mom's rant. “Mom, it's not my boyfriend. Archons.” You sound more exasperated than upset. “It's just Lyney. The magician guy– he's always walking me home.”

You can picture your mother's frown. Her voice lowers as you get closer to the entrance. “I would've asked you to introduce him to me sooner if I knew he kept frequenting our home.”

You don't think stopping by the front door, kissing the back of your hand with a small smirk could be considered ‘frequenting your home’, but let it slide. You're in no mood for banter.

(Lyney has been inside only once, a time both of your parents were busy when you needed them most, and he had passed by at the right time.)

Your two house cats are perched on a Sumerian decorative vase, courtesy of an uncle, eyes pierced outside. You absently wonder how they both are balancing on the thin rim.

Then you realize something.

“Mom, you left him outside?”

“Yes? Was I supposed to let a stranger in?”

“Maman, he's Lyney! Lynette's brother! The boy who helped me when the kitties were ill!"

“How could I know!”

The two of you keep going back and forth as you step down the rest of the stairs, and you hurry to open the door before Lyney thinks you actually meant to leave him standing outside your home, looking like a complete idiot.

(The rush of seeing him again after a whole week makes you almost stumble on the last step.)

You push the door open, and your fist tightens around the doorknob as you take him in. Lyney had never been particularly tall nor muscled, and you occasionally call him scrawny just to poke fun at him – to get back for the various annoying torments he subjects you to. But as you stare, the words die on your tongue. He looks absolutely drained, a tad hunched. The poorly covered circles under his eyes are not something you are used to. Nor the sling around his right arm.

When you frown, he tries to act casual, in pure Lyney fashion. Tilting his head, he calls your name sweetly. “Hi."

It takes you back to your senses. “Hello,” You say slowly, then remember that your mother is probably peeking at him from behind your shoulder and whip your head around, only to find no one. Strange.

“You’re back,” You say, looking back at him. Lyney seems slightly amused by the fidgety tone of your voice and how you try to mask it by leaning on the doorstep, casual, like he is pretending to be. You don't know how he does it. “I thought you’d return earlier, actually—Didn't you say it’d be only a couple days?”

Lyney’s lips curl again, now apologetic. He steals a glance behind you, then to the window where he can spot your cats (and your cats only, no Mom in sight). “Sorry to keep you waiting, chérie.” He chirps and then his smile goes back to a grin. “I hope your heart didn't ache too much? I’d hate to know I brought you distress.”

You frown again, now at the warmth that spreads through your chest. Then decide to stare at the empty spot next to him. “Where’s ‘Nette? You said you’d stop by together when you got back.”

“My sister is busy. Unfortunately, she's at that age where she'd rather hang out with her fellow girls than with her own brother.”

“You speak as if you aren't the same age.”

“Well—”

“Lyney, you're twins.”

“And you're my friend,” Lyney shoots back, and instinctively tries to cross his arms at his chest. He stops in the gesture with a pained expression. “So if my dear sister ditches me for hers, I go straight to mine. Seems fair, doesn't it?”

You almost ask him if he broke his head other than his arm, because until last week he could come up with better lies. While Lynette does ditch her brother, she does to be with you. And while you don't think too highly of yourself, you also believe that Lynette doesn't have many other friends outside of you. Something is off. However, you decide not to call him out when your mother could be eavesdropping.

You decide not to address his arm, nor the devastated look on his face for the same reason. “I suppose it is fair, yeah,” You reply, nodding a few times for extra effect. That makes Lyney laugh.

‘You're an awful actor,’ he mouths, still smiling. You glare at him, but it lacks venom.

“And I also suppose you came by to steal me away? A walk would be nice.” You continue, giving him a raised eyebrow. That makes Lyney check behind you and the window again, then his tone lowers to a soft whisper.

“You're willing to leave the safe shade of your room on a hot summer day? Don't tell me you missed me that much.”

“Don't push it,” You reply as quietly. You clear your throat and speak normally. “So?”

“A walk would be nice, I agree. I'll wait for you here while you fetch your things.”

You nod with a small sound, already closing the door. Lyney calls your name again and wiggles his eyebrows with another grin.

“Don't take too long— your heart hasn't been the only one yearning.”

His snort is muffled by the door shutting closed.

You lean on the wooden surface for a moment, and sigh loudly. When you straighten back, both of your cats are now staring at you, heads tilted. It reminds you of the boy outside, and you huff as you walk past them.

Mom has a plate and a cloth in her hands, but her eyes are on you even before you fully enter the kitchen. You suspect she has been cleaning that plate for the entirety of your conversation with Lyney.

Trying to play it off, you don't look at your mother as you retrieve the picnic basket you use as a bag from your assigned seat at the table. Mom doesn't let you go that easily. “Not a boyfriend, you say.”

“Lyney's just like that.”

“He called you ‘chérie’, dear.”

“He's just stupid.”

“He seems very clever to me, on the contrary.”

You turn to face your mother with a sigh and while you try to seem annoyed by her insistence, you're just trying to calm the fast heartbeats in your chest. “Maman, he's a magician. A performer. He does it all the time, to anyone, to keep the attention on him. Don't look too much into it.”

Mom mirrors your sigh, leaning against the counter. “If he is your friend, he shouldn't treat you like anyone, then.”

Her words send a pang through your chest. Somehow your heartbeat goes back to normal. “Must be force of habit. Street artists can't completely step off the stage, can they? Their whole life is a performance.”

Mom sighs again, out of resignation this time, as you fix your clothes clumsily. “Just be careful, sweetheart. You're no longer young enough for me to shelter, but… careful.”

There is something in her tone that you don't think you ever heard. Something vulnerable. In your confusion, you can only nod lightly.

“What's my curfew?”

“Just come back for dinner. I'm making Tripes du Port.”

You nod again, flash Mom a smile and then rush out of the kitchen, towards the door. In the process, you pet one of the cats, now staring at Lyney again, who's staring back through the glass.

You stop by the umbrella rack, retrieve your parasol, and then burst outside. Lyney flinches as you open and close the door with the same enthusiasm, as if he hadn't seen you pass by, but is quick to recover. “Hello, dear. Took you long enough.”

“Not even that much,” You say, stepping closer. Lyney smiles faintly as you get in his personal bubble. “Mhm?”

His eyebrows raise when you grasp his chin, tilting his head around. Lyney lets you. “You like what you see, I presume?”

You don't. This close, you can see the darkness of his eyebags better, and frown when you notice patches of poorly applied make-up on the right side of his face. Lyney must catch on, because he wraps his long fingers around your wrist and gently moves your hand away. Still, he's wearing that same little smirk, as if witnessing something amusing. “You missed me so much you've become touchy?”

You don't take the bait. “You're wearing make-up.”

“Stole it from Lynette, yes,” Lyney replies, and you cup both of his cheeks, keeping him in place. While he half sighs, half chuckles at your motion, you don't miss the red blooming on his cheeks. The sight makes you grin.

“Hey. What brand is this blush?”

“What blush,” Lyney squirms as you rub his cheek, but you swear he almost leans in. Almost.

“The one you're wearing. Looks very natural. It suits you.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

You laugh.

“Well, Mister Magician, whatever you put on your face is definitely patchy. Didn't blend it well.” You release him, still grinning. “I thought both me and your sister had taught you better.”

Lyney almost brings a hand to rub the make-up away, suddenly uneasy. He wishes you didn't see right through it. However, he manages to recover. “I was on a rush. If you want to fix it for me, you're welcome to do so.”

“I think I'll pass,” As you step back, you offer him your basket and Lyney takes it out of habit, deciding to stare at it rather than at you as his expression seems to darken. Your parasol opens above your heads, and you really have half a mind to call him out. It's not like Lyney to be so stiff – so uncaring of his words, his body language, of his appearance. Considering he rarely wears make-up outside of his performance, and knows how to do it, his carelessness confuses you. It truly isn't like him to mess up when covering something up. Especially if that something is as visible as the bruises on his cheekbone, and something he clearly didn't want you to see.

(You think you know him enough to be able to tell when he's being natural, and when he's not. Lyney hopes you haven't gotten to that stage yet. He isn't ready.)

You move to stand next to his not-slinged arm, and take the basket from his fingers, elbowing him softly in the process. Lyney starts walking right when you do, and slips his arm around yours. He remains quiet for a while, until he doesn't.

“So, you're not going to ask?”

“Are you going to tell, if I do?”

“I'm not sure,” Lyney says as you stroll down Vasari Pasage, empty under the scorching summer sun. You can hear the smile in his tone, and are grateful to know it's back. “While I do admit that having you fret over me would be cute. Are you gonna do that?”

You decide that holding the parasol while linking arms is uncomfortable and hide a small wince. “You look perfectly healthy, though. Is there really a reason to fret?”

“Oh, come on, now, chérie. I saw your face when you noticed the sling. Your eyes welled up as if you had found a weeping kitten. Always a considerative worrywart, when it comes to my well being.”

“Shut up.” Lyney doesn't shut up, and laughs. You elbow him again. “Answer me only if you're going to tell me the truth.”

Lyney hesitates a moment too long, and you add it to the list of slip ups. This time, you let him know you've noticed. “I can see you're upset. Why do you keep it all bottled up?”

The question alone brings him back to an unpleasant conversation with Freminet, months ago. He can still see the way his little brother's fingers played with the hem of his sleeves, nervous.

Lyney elbows back. To tell you why he is injured, he only needs a small lie. One much more innocent than what he's told in the past, to you and the whole world. Also, he's really too fidgety, today; he must get a hold of himself before you start to doubt his act.

(Lyney's relationship with you is his favorite performance.)

“Our magic trick involved a moving platform. It had to go pretty high up,” Lyney starts, gesticulating with his free hand as he speaks. He mentally recalls the version he and Lynette agreed to tell anyone outside of the House. “It was actually supposed to be the grand finale. However, it collapsed—And me with it, as you can imagine.”

“Gods, Lyney. What if you had gotten a serious injury?”

“Honey, I can't use my dominant arm. What other injury could be more serious?”

“I don't know, your head? You're already a weirdo. What if you got worse.”

Lyney laughs at your words, noticing you've reached the Waterway Hub and that you're already calling a lift for the Palais Memoria. He laughs, because you don't know he can feel his sanity slip away every passing minute; everytime he finds himself cursing the sweet and deceiving words that leave his lips and when he wakes up from his night terrors, gasping for air as if he truly did fall from that tall tower of lies and responsibilities he finds himself on. Lyney swears that when he noticed the Anemo Vision in his sister's hands and understood what it truly meant, his heart stopped for a long moment, he died and the Gods sent him back in this life as a punishment for every single of his lies.

When you tug at him when he stills, Lyney truly thinks he's going insane. Why are you already at the statue? Where was he? Did you notice he had gotten trapped in his own mind for a moment?

The second he manages to focus on his surroundings again, and on you, Lyney tells himself that you didn't, but considers that you might be just pretending not to notice for his sake. He almost calls you considerative again.

Then he notices you're praying. “Lady Furina is probably at the Opera Epiclese, you know,” Lyney says under his breath, for your ears only. “I don't think she can hear you from this distance.”

“She's a God. Of course she can.”

“Alright, then. What are you asking for? Luck in love? You already have me—”

“Your fast recovery,” You interrupt him, hands still joined and eyes still closed. Lyney leans forward to steal a glance at your face, and snorts when he realizes you blushed.

“How sweet,” Lyney says teasingly. He leans back and tugs at your wrist, impatient.

You let him ruin your prayer. Worse case scenario Focalors doesn't listen — Actually, she might make him break something else out of spite. The thought makes you frown. “I was actually doing that. Broken bones take a while to heal. You do realize you won't be able to do much for one, maybe two months, right?”

Lyney nods because that's the first thing he thought. A broken shoulder meant ‘Father’ would send him on missions where he would only act as a distraction, confuse the target or possible witnesses with his silver tongue.

It meant Lyney wouldn't stick by Lynette's side for a while. And he fears that even when he gets better, ‘Father’ will keep sending him and his sister on separate missions.

“Of course I do. I'm the one with only one functioning arm, you know?”

You decide not to answer and pick up your parasol and your basket, and start walking. Lyney calls you out for not sharing the shadow and follows.

You don't remember how the station for the Callas Line became your spot. You had just found yourself on those benches with Lyney and Lynette time and time again, and it felt natural to be dragged or drag them there to spend time together.

Lyney sits down with a sigh, carefully leaning back. You drag your eyes around the area, full of researchers either hopping off or on the Aquabus, guardes — and you recognize a few journalists from the Steambird, used to see them around the Court. You sit down only when Lyney wraps his free hand around yours, and tugs you next to him. Thankfully he picked a bench sheltered from the sunlight by a tree.

“What was the magic show like?” You ask, not moving your fingers from around his and trying not to think about how nice it feels. “Before you fell down, I mean.”

Lyney pretends to think over it for a while, tilting his head with a long hum, but the sweet curl of his lips betrays his pensive look. Then his eyes snap at you. “Why should I tell you? I might decide to repeat that trick again. I can't have you know that.”

“I thought this Magician never performed the same trick twice. You sure you didn't hit your head?”

“It was a private show—I had half of my usual audience.”

“You just don't want to tell me, do you?”

His grin widens. “Correct.”

You find Lyney very annoying. More annoying is the effect he has on your heart.

Lyney decides to push his head against yours, leaning his weight on your side so that his injured shoulder doesn't touch the back of the bench. He looks a tad weird, slouched towards you like that. Lyney's breath tickles your cheek, almost your lips.

“Do you mind the proximity?” He asks in another breath. You squint at him.

“The gentleman asks, after making himself comfortable.”

Lyney huffs out a chuckle.

He starts telling you about how the noble who hired them had this enormous villa up in the mountains, and how awful it looked: filled with so many trinkets, paintings and decorations that it gave him motion sickness. “Not to mention,” He adds, “The wallpaper. I don't think I've ever seen one uglier. So much money wasted on a terrible looking estate.”

You tell him about how your relatives came all the way from Sumeru last week, how your uncle gave your father yet another vase — similar to the one your cats were using as a stool to watch him. Lyney chimes in at the comparison, saying he barely recognised the two kitties, now bulkier than when he had helped you nurse them back to health.

You also tell him, averting your gaze and fishing your hands inside your half-empty picnic basket, that you bragged to your little cousins about being friends with him, and Lyney smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

Your hand retrieves a small jar of Pate de Fruit, and you offer a gummy slice of tangerine to him as he rambles about Freminet and how he almost lost Pers a few nights ago. Lyney hums at the candy, and eats it directly from your fingers. Your heart flutters and you miss the red crawling on his neck.

“Hey,” You mumble as you chew a gummy yourself, “Can you tell me where Lynette actually is?” You ask for the second time, retrieving another piece of candied tangerine.

Lyney flinches at the name, and you flinch because he does. When he clears his throat, cursing himself for overreacting, Lyney pretends to be bored by your insistence: “She's busy, I told you. Would you please not think about my sister while you're with me? I know we look alike, but I'd rather if you were ogling me. I thought you missed me.”

You only stare at him, another candy frozen midair. Lyney stares back for a moment, then leans towards your fingers to steal it, not breaking eye contact. Then your gaze softens at the sight of him munching on the sweet. Lyney feels a shiver run down his back at the change of your expression.

“You're letting your nerves get the better of you, today,” You say, gently pushing his cheek against yours again. Lyney opens his mouth to answer before you add: “And don't tell me it's because it's me. You're never this fidgety.”

Lyney remains silent, pushing himself against your warmth. You push another gummy at his lips, and he flushes red, taking it. Weren't you blushing yourself a few moments ago? How can you be so bold?

“Did you two argue?”

“...Something like that.”

(They did have a heated conversation before she left with ‘Father’, but you don't need to know. The less you know, the better.)

“I promise I'll drag Lynette to you when we make up, okay?” Lyney says, in a voice smaller than normal. You shake your head slightly. “It's not about Lynette not being here. I mean, yeah, I miss her, but you're clearly upset. I don't like that.”

Lyney hesitates again, his head light. He's letting you step in dangerous territory. His free hand fiddles with the light fabric of your skirt.

It's not that he wants to keep you in the dark— or maybe he does. Lyney isn't sure. The first days he spent restricted to bed, he found himself imagining you there, keeping him company, and then the more logical part of him scolded that ‘Father’ wouldn't let him sneak you in— and Lyney wouldn't dare even if she was away. Disobeying ‘Father’ sounds like a sin to him, and he feels an uncomfortable twinge in his chest just thinking about it.

It'd be nice to be able to tell you the truth. To tell you why he disappears on most evenings, why he has to rush home more often than not because something came up, be it his other siblings or a new mission file appearing on his desk.

(And if you knew, maybe he'd stop lying to you on autopilot and give you his every genuine word. But sometimes Lyney wonders how much of what he does or says, even behind closed doors, is truly his own.)

Lyney had wrapped his hand around yours at some point, keeping it hostage in his lap. You look down at your entwined fingers and only then notice him stroking a barely there writer's bump, a memorial from all the time you spend hunched on assignments. Lyney taps the hard skin with his nail and it leaves a small crescent moon.

“It hurts,” You lie, brows furrowing and free hand moving to lay on top of his as if to stop him. Lyney falls for it, too out of it today— and too smitten for his own good.

Lyney apologizes, and red dusts his cheeks when you start rubbing soothing circles on his skin. He's glad you can't see his face. Lyney masks his embarrassment with a hum, trying to swallow his heart down

It hurts, you had lamented. Lyney wonders if it would also hurt what ‘Father’ would do, or say, if she found out about his weak heart and the way you've been taking all of it. He had truly hoped that no contact would've made his feelings go away— but absence makes the heart fonder.

“Anyways, you could say I argued with Lynette—” Maybe he could start with little bits. Small pieces of his world, small enough that they can't hurt you. He must pick them carefully, Lyney tells himself. But time has proven to him that even when he is careful, someone gets hurt. “—But she really is busy, chérie. And it felt… suffocating to stay at home, I suppose. Maybe because they had me restricted to my room for the whole week. I just— Needed a breather.”

You chuckle despite yourself. You wiggle the shoulder he's leaning on to bother him, nudging his head with yours. “And I'm the breather?”

You're the oxygen in his lungs, Lyney almost says. Or maybe you aren't air at all— because he forgets how to breath every time your eyes lock.

He glances down at your joined fingers. Eyes locked, hands locked. Is all of him tied to you somehow?

Instead of answering, Lyney holds your hand tight, as if you could disappear, deceive him at any moment, and fears this is the only way he can hope to have you.

BTW lyney wore makeup because he didn't want to have you worry abt the bruises. friend said she could tell but i don't think it was that obvious.

fun fact sunburnt was supposed to be the title of the third chapter of the sun is the mother of all. i still have to finish that thing

#almia;;scribbles #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin impact x reader

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keithan-p · 3 years

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Hewo! Can I have a Lynette x The first years scenario? Like Lynette steals their first kiss and runs off victorious?

Yes yes , Scenario coming up!!

Ngl I also wanted to kiss them

If you guys want to request me, don't forget to check out the pinned post 🥀

And I'm not that confident of my writing so bare with my grammar 🥀

🥀Ace Trappola🥀

...

Ace was just walking along the corridors, simply trying to get his way to the canteen.

"Ahh- what a boring day... "

He muttered , as if he wanted something outrageous to happen. Though that's probably not possible since it's been like this for a while now...

Suddenly, a man's head appeared on his sight, he screamed as he fell backwards, "thump..." He fell to the ground.

"Oya, Ace-kun? You seem quite uneasy , I wonder what happened?"

Oh..it's just Lilia . He always appear out of nowhere, how could I not be uneasy? Ace thought

"Nothing- just tired that's all"

Ace brushed his head swiftly, and got up in a second.

"oh..I see-"

Just as Lilia was going to say something, they could see a figure ran right towards Ace and....

Ace felt something warm on his lips, he could barely see the person in front of him, but he knew...

He was kissing a person!

The person's lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like marshmallows melting on his lips, but the kiss broke when the person starts distance themself from him...

This time Ace could see clearly who is the person who kissed him... It's Lynette..!

Red faced, Ace covered his lips as he blushed madly.. his first kiss was stolen...well by the person he like I could add, that might be an honour for him yknow?

With a smirk, Lynette ran away like she just accomplished something. She runs off victoriously leaving the flustered Ace behind.

"Oya, now that's new"

Lilia grinned as he walks away .

🥀 Deuce spade 🥀

...

With a book in his hand, Deuce stares at the book with an intense look, what is he doing you ask me? Studying.

Why can't I concentrate? I had to memorize these vocabs before the test tomorrow, but it seems that I can't do that! At all! Thought Deuce slowly panicking.

"Nee, nee... Sometimes you just have to give up y know?"

Grim saw Deuce trying to memorize the vocabs, couldn't help but to comfort him and advised him.

"No! I- I couldn't give up!"

Deuce then show Grim his palm and said that with a very Firm tone， as if he has already decided his choice.

Grim couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Lynnette with a “He is hopeless ”look.

Lynette couldn't help but laughed a little while she starts staring at the very concentrate Deuce

Let's see.. taciturn... Right.. remember it Deuce you can do it! Hmmmmmmmm...

Thought Deuce while he stare at the vocab very closely,it's like his eyes are stuck on the book.

Suddenly, Lynette thought of an idea. She went towards where Deuce is,but Deuce couldn't feel her, maybe he was too focused on memorizing words... And just on the next moment...

Deuce's face got turned by Lynette and she got closer! Hold up- what's that feel? A warm stuff is on his lips... He couldn't describe it, but as he opened his eyes, he saw Lynette's forehead

"GEHHHH?!"

Grim screamed as he saw Lynette kissing Deuce , using his paws to cover his eyes.

Deuce also got shocked , he couldn't even move a bit! Like a stone, he sat there. The kiss didn't last that long , Lynette gave Deuce a wink as she said to him:

" maybe now you can concentrate better?"

Flustered, Deuce lost his balanced and fell to the ground, his first kiss was stolen, and by his crush? That's good but uh- someone bring him to the nurse office? he wouldn't move

Lynette then ran away as she grinned while she murmured softly:

"yes- I did it!"

🥀Jack Howl🥀

...

"Oya ? You want to train with me? Great choice Lynette! Training will make you get stronger!"

Jack gave Lynette a smile as he bring her to Savannahclaw's training area.

It's only two of them there , Jack could easily teach her without any other dorm students Interrupting them.

The training began as the first attempt is to do sit ups 30 times, Lynette swept her sweat as she starting going into work.

Jack really admires her boldness making him being more determined to finish his training .

Huffing and puffing, they both finished 50 sit ups , They both are very sweaty cause of the training, Jack decided to let them rest awhile

"Resting is also part of training, let's go to the lounge, I think there will be no one there at the moment"

Nodding her head, Lynette agrees and went to the lounge. Just as he said, there's no one there , Jack grab two bottles of mineral water and handed one to Lynette.

"you know I really admire-"

Interrupting Jack's speech, she placed her lips on top of Jack's , making the man blushed madly as he widened his eyes out of shock.

Normally he would struggle, but in front of Lynette,he couldn't.. that's right, he didn't admire her only, he had a crush on her, he sat there hoping the kiss will last longer but as he thought that it won't be that manly if he broke the kiss.

After the kiss, Lynette swiftly move her legs , she ran away holding the mineral water.

Shouting: "YES I DID IT"

Jack sat there, blank minded, wondering what just happen, then he heard a very familiar voice behind him

"Shishsihi... Jack had his first kiss ~ "

Ruggie and Leona were standing behind the palm tree the whole time-

Flustered, Jack couldn't help but storm back to his room.

🥀Epel Felmier🥀

...

"Ah? Want me to teach you how to fly? I don't want to"

With Epel's usual bossy tone, he denied Lynette's request as soon as she asks it. Epel can be himself in front of Lynette，so theres no need to be afraid being rude to her, since she wont mind.

"C'mon Epel-kun!! Pretty please?"

With puppy eyes on her face, Lynette begs Epel with a very tenderly tone.

"G-gah-! You know what, whatever sure! JUST- follow me!"

Give in to lynette's cuteness, epel had to accept her request . Too bad, he had a warm heart that is.

Before bringing Lynette to the field ,they had to change into their gym clothes, on their way there ,they met Cater ,heading back to his dorm

"Ah~! Isn't it my favourite kouhai's! How are you guys?"

Cater wave to us as he asked kindly.

"Ah, Cater senpai good morning, were just heading to the field as I'm going to teach her how to fly with the broom"

Epel totally changed his tone talking to Cater, showing his cute attitude while putting his hand behind his back.

Vil really taught him well

Lynette also nodded, Cater then praised Epel's attitude and continue his way back.

"tch- I can't believe I had to do that"

Epel can't help but complain to lynette about him changing his attitude.

"I think it's great you know, you're so charming when that happens"

Lynette praised Epel as she looks at him tenderly.

Epel started blushing faintly as he rambling about it,saying thibgs like:"don't lie, you're gonna say I'm cute right?" While Lynette just denied as she laughed.

In the next moment, Lynette asked Epel to turn his head to her, He did what she told and saw her getting closer to him.

The next moment he realised, he felt her lips upon his, it's like his lips covering a blanket, so warm and it made his heart beats faster.

Epel broke the kiss as he got surprised while slightly screeching.

"I-i-"

He always wished to kiss his crush but never knew that she would be the one kissing him, he couldn't handle it anymore as his face looks like it is burning. It's dead red!

Smiling, Lynette leave the scene as she runs off victoriously.

Epel couldn't focus on his classes after that.

🥀Sebek zigvolt🥀

...

Lynette was hoping to meet Malleus since she was about to gave him an invitation to her dorm party

Unfortunately,when she was at the Diasomnia dorm , There's a certain green haired boy stopping anyone who wishes to see Malleus. Wait, are those annoying reporters?

Lynette then ran towards the reporters and told them false news about Malleus being in the principal office,acting like a betrayed Subordinate.

"I never said I needed your help HUMAN! Well, uh thank you anyways!!"

Sebek thanked Lynette in a weird way , he then asked what was Lynette doing.

"Meeting with lord Malleus? I WONT LET YOU! He told me that he is doing something private with Lilia-sama and would not want anyone to interrupt!"

Hold up there's something weird in there-

"ANYWAYS I NEED YOU TO LEAVE HUMAN"

Sebek start urging lynette to go back，while she begs him with puppy eyes, saying instead let her roam around the Diasomnia dorm

After a lot of reasoning,he accepted and decides to introduce the dorm himself.

"Now Human, listen to me! This is the lounge area, THAT is the seat where lord Malleus sits, No guests could sit there"

Basically Sebek will introduce the place and things about Malleus,telling Lynette how Great Malleus is, Sebek really does admire Malleus huh.

When all the introductions are done, Sebek decided to send lynette home. Walking by her side, Sebek couldn't help but stare at her, she's very bold , he thought. And that what he admires her the most.

"Why are you staring at me , Sebek?"

Grinning, Lynette look at Sebek while she walks. They're almost towards the mirror....

"Nonsense, why would I stare at you-"

Just when he was started saying, Lynette leans over to his side and kissed Sebek on the lips

Sebek widened his eyes while he got shocked, he quickly broke the kiss as he covered his lips with his hand, flustered

"HUMAN YOU-"

Just as Sebek turned his body and tries to look for her, she went missing. Guess she already walk through the mirror huh

Sebek will never forget the kiss

NEVER

💮

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psst! i wanna hear #s 2, 5, 6, 8, 12, 17, 18, and 20 about the humans! all of them B)

My partner is trying to kill me. Do you see this? Anyway, long-ass belated ask response under the cut.

2. what’s their opinion on Logan Thackaray?

Lynette, Amara, Rasheem, Vesh: He exists.Miguel: Who?Galen: So in canon I suspect he doesn’t have any strong feelings. But commander AU… I’m trying and failing to find a more tactful way of saying that he makes Logan his bitch. I hate my brain. Galen would just really enjoy breaking him.

5. describe their childhood.

Lynette’s earlier childhood was pretty unremarkable. Calm, comfortable. Two brothers, one a twin (fraternal, you’d never know it to look at them,) and one several years younger. Then somewhere in her teens, her mother died suddenly and everything went downhill very fast. Her father took it very hard. A couple years of irresponsible living (and spending) later, he died as well, leaving the twins to try to pull things back together. Some extended family was able to help them a bit, but they were never very high up the noble hierarchy, and in his grief their father nearly ruined them. It’s been a slow, long struggle for stability since.

The Landi siblings are odd to talk about, since throughout her childhood, everyone including Amara saw her as a boy. A particularly effeminate boy that exactly no one was surprised to learn wasn’t straight, but still a boy. (Probably the biggest surprise came in learning that “he” had any interest in girls at all.)

Amara grew up distinctly aware of the series of roles she was expected to fill. Her family ran a textile trade, which she was expected to continue. Nobility came with the expectation that she’d continue the family line by some day marrying and having children. And alongside that, the expectation she didn’t even realize bothered her the most until it struck her there might be an alternative, the expectation she’d do so as a man. She learned to handle pressures from all directions. Mesmer magic ended up coming naturally to a mind that was already trained to carefully manage appearances and keep focus on multiple projects at once. And privately, it allowed some release through fantasy. She got very good at convincingly changing her appearance.

Rasheem’s childhood is marked by an inverse kind of frustration. He’s long felt like the extra, the untalented one that no one really expects to do much. The sad thing is, he’s not entirely wrong. He has a complicated blend of resentment and admiration for his sister, whose talents he tried and failed to emulate. (Though at the time he saw it as his brother he was trying to keep up with. He’s still not entirely used to having a sister.) But he does still love her, because when it’s really mattered she’s been quick to support him.

Galen was a farm boy. An awkward, awkward farm boy who spent entirely too much time doing gods-know-what outside on his own, and who took far too much interest when he saw a priest of Grenth perform some minor necromancy. His family situation was pretty normal; hard working parents, a mother who ran a tight and clean household, and siblings he sometimes even managed to get along with. But he was always a bit detached from most people. Adolescence didn’t help. As a teen he was tall and lanky with the vaguest hints of facial hair that refused to grow in more than wisps, and he was still as awkward and nerdy (I’m not sure Tyria even has that word, but the concept applies) as ever. He grew into his looks.

Vesh’s was not good. Some details are still fuzzy to me. I know she grew up in DR, and her name was originally Eliana. She was only raised by one parent, I’m still undecided which, and she’s not even sure whether or not the other is alive. The one she was raised by definitely isn’t, they likely died when she was anywhere from 9-14. She was always desperately poor, and despite her parent’s insistence on Elonian lineage, obviously of very Orrian heritage. By the time she was a teenager, a certain knack for the more abstract, energy-focused aspects of necromancy was manifesting. That’s when she gave up the struggle to not be the creepy Orrian girl entirely. The persona of Parivesh, witch of the Mists was born. It isn’t the only identity she goes by these days, just the easiest for her to fall back on. She’s developed a few different personas to deal with the constant sense of lack of belonging. Not all of them female, I should note.

Miguel was part of a big, reasonably well-off family of half a dozen or so siblings, of which he was one of the younger. He ended up left to his own devices a lot, and got himself into plenty of trouble. Modern diagnostics would say he has a pretty clear case of ADHD that he never outgrew, so “shut up Miguel” is something he heard a lot growing up. From pretty much everyone. But he doesn’t hold any resentment. He’s a big exuberant puppy of a person, and besides, he ended up doing pretty well for himself anyway.

6. do they feel particularly blessed by one of the Six?

Lynette, in-game choice Grenth: This has some canon relevance, as she’s a moderately religious person who’s had a lot of reason to think about death, and had to make peace with it.Amara, Lyssa: There definitely is a sense of appropriateness here. I’m not sure she’s particularly devoted, but it’s difficult not to feel a connection to the dual-faced goddess when she herself has had two very different faces she’s shown the world.Rasheem, Dwayna: Not really.Galen: …I’m not even going to answer that.Vesh, Kormir: She isn’t at all the religious sort, but if any god could earn her genuine respect, it’s the one who was once human. I do think Kormir speaks to her in a way the others can’t.Miguel, Melandru: Um… He likes birds? That’s nature-y, right?

8. do you have an in-game location for their “home?”

Lynette lives in one of the Shaemoor houses. I have a specific one I imagine, but it’s not terribly distinct description-wise, and I like to imagine it a bit bigger and fancier. I figure the whole world would realistically be scaled up a bit, anyway.Amara and Rasheem live somewhere in the Ossan quarter. I know I’ve picked out specific houses at one point, but I don’t quite remember. Pretty sure Rasheem ended up moving in with his boyfriend, but IIRC he’s in the same general area.Galen: There’s a little house in Kweli, one of the few if not the only one with a real interior. And it’s impossible to AFK in because the periodic forged attacks go right by the door and aggro on you.Vesh: …No actually.Miguel has a particular spot in Lion’s Arch, overlooking the harbor.

12. how do they feel about sylvari?

Lynette has had at least one sylvari as a long-term work partner and intimate friend. Generally positive. Occasionally remembers that they don’t have the same concept of class that humans do, and as someone who spends a lot of time worried about class structure, she finds this refreshing.Amara has no strong feelings. She knows some sylvari. They’re nice.Rasheem is much the same.Galen gets the title of resident dendrophile. He’s functionally (perhaps literally by now?) married to one, so… He’s generally had good experiences with them. Though things like the entire race spawning from the same mother and the fact that his husband is technically 14 are still weird if he thinks about them for too long.Vesh strikes me as the one most likely to take an academic interest in how sylvari work, if given the opportunity. The complex magical underpinnings of life as we know it are very much her thing, and she’d probably end up asking a lot of questions about the Dream to any sylvari willing to answer. She’s definitely had some sylvari friends by now, but I’m not sure if she ever got around to pestering them about it.Miguel will likely never get over the weirdness of (theoretically) being able to have conversations with someone who was literally born yesterday. But as people they seem alright.

17. how well does the dance animation fit their personality?

Lynette: Not very.Amara: It could be worse.Rasheem: Ditto.Galen: no

Vesh: Not very.Miguel: In one of his sillier moments, yeah, I could see it.

18. what sort of climates do they prefer, if they care at all?

Lynette is pretty comfy with Krytan weather.Amara is much the same. Though she does like when it’s a bit cooler, because she likes layers of clothing.Rasheem is also comfortable with Krytan weather.Galen likes cold weather. He finds it invigorating. And yet, he ended up living in the desert. Sigh.Vesh has no strong preference, though I think she might favor warmer.Miguel likes it hot. If only because he looks damn good with his shirt open. Or off.

20. what’s your favorite thing about playing them?

Seeing as I don’t actually RP them, answers are skewed toward either the superficial, or just what I generally like most about the characters.Lynette is a power lesbian and makes me cry because I’m gay.Amara is gorgeous and has the best judgmental stares, and I cry because I’m gay.Rasheem has a damn fine ass.Galen “Saltybitch” Blake is the saltiest of bitches, and makes a wonderful avatar for my grumpiest of moods. While somehow managing to be unfairly hot.Vesh’s abs make me cry because I’m gay.Miguel Enrique de Arca Santiago e Pereira is the most extra thing on two legs, and I love having a character like that.

#lynette rhodes #amara landi #rasheem landi #galen blake #parivesh #miguel pereira #5 nearly succeeded in killing me

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