#towercursed

[xsalvaticn]

@towercursed asked: “ Vanitas, look at me. ”

Despite the carnage around her, her eyes are steady and focused. All of her attention is on the elder son of Hades as his brother rests below the glow in her hands. She already knows the outcome of her healing ; with one hand clasping Nico’s and the other resting on his forehead, she can feel every cell in his body working together. None of them are in danger anymore, at least from nothing a little ambrosia will fix.

“ He’s going to be all right. ” She promises in a gentle but firm tone, pushing a bag into Vanitas’ hand. Her fingers linger on his, trying to channel her certainty through every means available to her. “ Feed him some of this when he wakes up. ”

Her head tilts as a reassuring smile crosses her face, gently letting go of the younger’s hand in her confidence at his recovery. There are many others who need her help and she can hear someone calling for her, but she can’t leave Vanitas like this. She leans forward, brushing the dark locks from his face so she can place a kiss on his hairline - a silent promise of her commitment to her words and how she’ll be coming back again, in a quick action that ensures she can hurry away to her next patient.

The moment that Nico had fallen to the ground, Vanitas felt his own heart stop. Even in the mist of the battle, of the numerous monsters that were pouring from the entrance of the labyrinth and taking students out here and there, his focus seemed to shift immediately to his brother the moment the undead flooded the field and he had fallen over. He knew to some degree that this war would be bloody - hell, it was a war - but he'd already lost Bianca and had spent so long being fearful that the next time he came across Nico after he ran away would be the last. His heart and nerves were effectively fried.

As arms held onto the limp body, the fighting about him was muffled, slowing as though someone had pressed the button and forced everyone in slow motion. Heart thumped wildly, shaky breaths escaping him before he looked up -- searching the battlefield for something that he couldn't even grasp in the hazy panic of his mind. It was like an automatic reaction, his body moving on autopilot for something to ground him.

It took hearing her voice breaking through the static and haziness before he realized just exactly who he had been searching for: Rapunzel.

It took a bit of effort, but blue eyes flickered towards shining green eyes and freckled face, glancing down towards her hands over Nico's hand and head before flickering back up; swallowing thickly as she attempted to grab his wits about him. Bag ... Bag, right, it probably had some Ambroisa in it. Giving Nico a bit would help ... his wide blue eyes were still focused on Rapunzel as his breathing fell into a more normal rhythm, the shouts and clashes of battle finally reaching him again. Now wasn't the time to fall to panic -- he couldn't afford to be stupid here. Pursing his lips, he manages a firm nod, gripping tightly onto the bag.

"R... Right..."

Blue eyes widened slightly as he felt the kiss pressed to his forehead, his heart leaping in his chest before he watches her leave for a beat; pursing his lips before gripping tighter onto his younger brother's body. He couldn't sit here and panic -- he needed to get Nico to safety and then come back and help the others fight Kronos' army. With a deep breath - strength returning in a wave - he grunts, pulling the limp body up as he rushed away.

[xuntamed]

@towercursed asked: Her eyes are wide with wonder as she peaks out from behind the curtains, gazing on Liyue’s preparations while a warmth builds in her chest. There’s so many lanterns being set up that she believes she might be home, watching them float into the sky while she creates stories for them. They had been a shining hope while she had been trapped, and she still views them as a guiding sign of fate, even when seeing them unlit in the middle of the day.

She’s so fascinated that she doesn’t hear someone walk in until the door shuts behind them. She jumps away from the window, hastily replacing the curtain so they’re both hidden from the world once more. It’s too late ; when she turns around, his amber eyes are on her and her sight drops to the floor with guilt. Her hands clasp behind her back while her bare feet shuffle awkwardly with the same demeanor a child caught stealing cookies. Now caught red handed doing exactly what he told her not to do, she has no room for excuses or explanations ; instead she mumbles an apology and slides away from the window. But her attention comes back to him quickly and she follows him, balancing on her tiptoes as she speaks.

“ What’s going on out there? ” She asks brightly, curiously leaning towards him. “ There’s lots of lanterns. ”

Trying to find more information on 'the girl in the fatui's grasp' was difficult in a regular day, but with the Lantern Rite grabbing hold of Liyue in a vice grip, it was bordering impossible. The energy in the city was shimmering with anticipation, everywhere one looked there was bustling and preparation for the days of celebration quickly approaching. Entering and exiting the library at the university was becoming less and less of a simple affair; many of his mentors called upon him for errands and jobs that took him away from his research. Usually he wouldn't mind, but when you were hiding a girl that for all intents and purposes shouldn't exist? You got a bit touchy at being pulled from his ultimate goal.

Still ... It was Lantern Rite.

He resigns himself on taking home several documents and books that he thinks will help; shoving it in his bag before he's finally allowed to leave for the evening, a bit later than he would of liked. With the sun going down, the harbor was truly coming alive; glowing with the lights of dozens upon dozens of lanterns intricately weaved across doorways and boats and skimming the water --- seeming to fill the very town of Liyue in it's warmth. It was one of the things he loved about the Lantern Rite, even when he was a boy brand new to the harbor and all of it's massiveness. How the world seemed almost ethereal -- as though Rex Lapis himself had come down to wash the region of Geo in his blessing.

Shaw pushes the door open, amber eyes immediately falling on the rapid fire movement in response; frown pulling sharply at his lips in immediate disapproval. Before leaving his small apartment, he always told Rapunzel the same thing -- stay away from the windows, do not answer the door, and do not go outside. With the fatui still actively looking for her and with how easily they seemed to move through the streets - especially with the Northland Bank right there - he didn't want to take any chances. And yet the curtains fluttered, skewed slightly from being pushed aside -- if her shuffling and downcast gaze wasn't guilt enough, the evidence was clear.

"--- How many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking out the window." There wasn't much of a bite to his tone, even as he dropped his bag and walked towards the window to steal a peak before fixing them properly. The electro bearer knew being cooped up couldn't of been easy, and he felt for her, but still --- "Unless you want people to start getting suspicious."

He moves away again, heading back to the door to scoop his bags up before going towards the tiny kitchen; setting them down as he unearthed several groceries he had picked up. ( They were running low and while Shaw was fine with picking up takeout when needed, he wanted to make sure the girl was eating okay ... ) Eyes flickered back to her as she spoke up, noting how she was chasing after him with excitement flickering in her eyes. Ah ... of course the glow from the lanterns would be the reason, huh?

"Ah -- It's almost Lantern Rite so all of Liyue Harbor is preparing for it." He tosses her an easy smile, pausing to lean against the counter with the edge pressing into the small of his back as he paused in putting things away to focus his attention onto her freckled face. "Lantern Rite is this celebration that starts on the first full moon of the year and it lasts like a week. It's fast approaching, so -- the town is getting prepared." He tosses her an apple to - hopefully - catch before he pushes himself off to put the rest of the meager groceries away while still speaking.

"According to history -- people of Liyue used Lanterns to guide soldiers back home after battle. But after the Archon War, they were used more so like a memorial ... until it evolved into a festival and sort of honors the late adeptis who died protecting the nation." Shaw pauses, turning to settle her with a look. " --- And you know the rules. So no sneaking out under any circumstances, freckles. Even for the festival."

[xgildedmask]

@towercursed​ asked: Anxelin hangs onto the side of the doorframe as she hides behind it, staring into Domi’s room with an uneasy curiosity. She hasn’t forgotten the last time she walked into an adult’s room, but Mommy has never treated her that way, whereas Daddy Vanitas sometimes scares her anyway. And Mommy looks so pretty while she does her hair ; it looks just like her own, but with a purple sheen to it. The way her Mommy manages to twist her hair and create new shapes and pattern has captivated her. She’s fascinated enough to watch but still hesitant to enter.

Eventually, she gains a bit of confidence. Not enough to take a step onwards, but she makes a small noise, a stumble over her curiosity but effectively announcing her presence. Certain she’s caught her attention, she catches a fist-full of her own shoulder-length hair and looks up at the golden eyes watching her.

“ Momma? ” She says timidly, ready to run if the need arises. “ Me too? ”

Even growing up as an aristocrat, Dominique enjoyed doing her own hair. Of course, she was used to being waited on, too -- back in the house of De Sade, she had her own set of maids and attendants, but unlike her sister, she preferred doing things herself. A part of those feelings became more prominent after... that ‘incident’ so many years ago, but it was something she could say in confidence that “Dominique” preferred.

As of now, she was getting ready for bed; a very simple affair. While she had cut her hair, it grew back just as thick and her nightly braiding went from something refreshingly short to back to it’s usual allotted amount of time. ( Granted, she kept it a bit shorter now... but there was still so much. ) It was fine: the braiding was calming. Repetitive. She saved it for last, after time in the bath and getting into her night gown.

But this time she wasn’t alone.

Ears pick up the small sound easily, gold eyes flickering towards the small figure over towards the door; just out of sight from her mirror so that she couldn’t of seen her. It was still something to get used to: Anexlin being so quiet. Of course, this new timidness came after that little incident with Vanitas, so it was to be expected that such a scare would affect her, but...

Dominique shifts, turning in her seat to face the door and thus better face the small child, offering her a gentle smile. To show her there was nothing to fear. Vanitas had done a number on her when he snapped at her ... She didn’t blame him, not for this... but she acknowledged the damage all the same.

She stood up carefully, still keeping her soft smile on her lips as she moved in closer; leaning over to pick her up with a soft grunt, rubbing their noses together, “Of course, mon amour.” Dominique held her carefully, arms underneath the child’s legs as she turned to bring her back to her vanity table, smiling softly down to her. “What would you like, hm? A braid like momma’s? Or a couple of them? What you want, we shall make sure you have.”

[rebelquilled]

❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE SENTENCE STARTERS - @towercursed

ATTENTION PULLED FROM work splayed before her on the table. books and papers, somewhat organized but also a disaster at the same time. she tried to keep herself together, but things tended to grow out of control the longer she kept her face stuck into the chaos. such was evident in that moment, though it was FAR from as in disarray as many would have been after a few hours of going at it. xayah liked to maintain control of her space to some degree, but even she was privy to the mess of constant focus. gaze splintered out the window nearby, seeing the rain pattering against the pane, a decoration of splatters that dripped and ran on occasion. the d r u m m i n g hadn't even been heard by her until that moment, too lost and in her own head to be aware of the shift in weather from that morning. the coffee she had obtained earlier in the day was brought to her lips and sipped, though by now thoroughly disgusting at room temperature. nose wrinkled, drink returned to its stain on the table. "let's... not," she answered simply, a few fingers now tapping at her chin while the other hand closed one of the many texts. after a few heartbeats, "i have no desire to go out and get soaked and be miserable and w e t the rest of the evening. you're free to go out and do so on your own, however. i'll observe through the window with mild amusement."

[forgaeven1]

he’s not happy;  he can’t show it.   it isn’t as if hans intends to stay in the library for long.   that wouldn’t be wise.   if he hides long enough and someone catches whiff of this misbehaviour,  there will be no doubt that words could go back to his tutors,  to his brothers,  father.   and he cannot let it happen.   but the party  —  a ball,  a dinner,  a gala  whatever they call it these days as to not sound too pretentious but luxurious enough that it is an invitation-only and heavily secured   —  was too loud,  and hans had expected some of his brothers to show,  yet still.

he merely needs a moment to gather.

and to hear the sound of the library door swings open  —  it’s such a heavy thing,  you see,  the doors.  ancient architecture and all that  —  has him hunched his shoulders together.  but he wills himself to breathe.  he is fine.  there is nothing to worry him;  no harm shall come for him.  he turns,  and catches a pair of wide eyes.   familiar.   ‘    princess,   ’    he bows his head,  automatic,  in greeting.   they’ve met before,  briefly;   on a tour of the university.   he hasn’t seen her since.

but he recognises her,  of course he does.   a perfect prince does not slip up.

   @towercursed​   /   starter call

[wcrldliar]

‘   hey,  kid.   how’re you doing ?  ’    it’s been a while.   it’s been a long while.  so many things have happened since the fall of SHIELD,  since the disbandment of it.   the chaos with ultron,  the sokovia act,  the battle in wakanda.  one might say it’s hard keeping track.  but the worst of all ?   the worst of all was the five years gone  —  five years she will never get back.

it’s good to see a familiar face,  alive.

   @towercursed​   /   smol starter call

[xheartpages]

@towercursed​ asked: " And if you look over there, at the Yaksha who thinks I haven't seen him - that's your brother, Xiao. "

She's talking to the newborn cradled in her arms, but her coy smile and the way she slyly watches the door just confirms that her words aren't solely for her son. A faint laugh emerges, an amused grin still on her tired face as she waits for him to enter. Why he doesn't just come in and say hello like a normal person, she'll never understand - but if he's so determined to prove he isn't part of their family, she's just going to push back that much harder to show him he already is.

" Xiao, why don't you come and meet Xingqiu? " She calls, not raising her voice too much in case it startles either of the boys. " He's been waiting for you to visit before his nap. "

“I keep telling you to stop calling me his brother.”

If he was embarrassed at getting ‘caught’, Xiao doesn’t show it; although there’s a bit of sheepishness to his body language as he leans in towards the door, making himself visible, amber eyes seeming to stare directly at the bundle in her arms.

Upon learning that Rex Lapis’ --- well, Zhongli’s --- child had been born, curiosity pulled at the adeptus to the point where he visited Corona; a place he was becoming more and more accustomed to coming to. As far as he was aware, this would be his first biological child; part god and part mortal, and while immortal beings having children with mortals wasn’t anything exactly new... well, they weren’t Zhongli. He hadn’t thought that he would ever actually... get married and have children.

He wished it wasn’t so, but it made Xiao interested. Made him... want to see.

But he had hoped that Rapunzel wouldn’t of noticed he was here. He knew she would do exactly this -- beckon him closer with a gentle smile; trusting him as though people around him didn’t end up worst off than they were prior.

What if his karmic debt negatively affected the child? Or even Rapunzel while she was in a weakened state? There was a number of worries that ran through him, but his expression remained consistent. Neutral as he looked from Xingqiu, squirming just slightly in his mother’s arms; making small sounds of contentment and curiosity, to Rapunzel’s face, arms crossing over his chest.

“-- I’m sure he doesn’t care either way.” Or that the child even knew who the Yaksha was; logically. “And you know why. It would be... unwise to get close. You two are better off.”

Something tugged at him, a small, tiny fire of desire; a whisper that perhaps he did want to get closer, to peak into the tiny mortal’s face... but he squashed it. “I... I just came to give both you and Zhongli my blessing. I’m... glad that the delivery appeared to have gone smoothly.” Arms uncrossed as he turns towards the door once more; his back towards her. “That said, I’m going to go find him to tell him so myself and then take my leave.”

[streetslost]

happy birthday to the author of some of the most amazing ocs i've ever seen, a wonderfully nice person and a beautiful writer!! ( that's u!!! )

📱- excuse you !!! my wonderful partners i write with like you help me to be the writer I am today so i owe it to you lovely people! but thank you so much! it was a lovely day, i am absolutely stuffed with food, i want to explode lmao. i hope you have had a lovely day !!!

[abyssin]

ㅤㅤ"a valorous struggle! any respectable warrior is resourceful and can make even the ordinary kitchenware fatal." he slips the daggers into their sheathes in a smooth movement, approaching the blond with a gaze far too ecstatic after a dangerous encounter. childe looks to the frying pan in her hand with genuine interest. "i don't think our hunters will be pursuing us any time soon. you left quite a number on their leader."ㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ * @towercursed!

[storybounded]

@towercursed ( liked for a starter ) 

    "Don't think you are going to get any special discounts for being the Princess." Of course, it was said in a way that did not have any malice masked behind the words. It was just how she teased, albeit it sounded a bit gruff. A small smirked played at her lips, at least to emphasize she meant no ill-will. Wrench in hand, she crossed her arms and raised a brow.

"So, what brings you to this corner. Got a squeaky wheel that needs to be fixed on your cart? Or some mechanism not working at the palace?"

[dvarapala]

❝   i can’t keep this smile off my face.   ❞

our love for each other will live on forever // @towercursed

"ooooh, why is that, punz? did you meet someone?”

[xsalvaticn]

@towercursed​ | x

“...”

Bright blue eyes flickered around them once more, landing on the various dusty surfaces in the small cottage; along with the puppet made in what he could only assume to be the woman’s image -- Gothel’s. He’s only heard about her from the bits and pieces that Rapunzel had offered him, and while he made a point to not show it, a shiver rushed down his spine at the knowledge of where exactly they were standing.

What was this woman doing with artifacts from the Dark Kingdom...?

Eyes glanced back towards her, lingering for a moment longer before he takes a step back; still keeping his knife clutched in his hands and not sheathed, half deciding on if he should simply ignore her or not. “I don’t care about all that.” He gruffs, brushing past her as he wanders deeper into the house, glancing at every dust covered object in sight. He wondered if there would be some sort of twinge in his chest or the like if he saw something connected to the place of his birth -- something to show some sort of deeper connection. If he’d look at something and just know.

“I’m not here for you. But don’t let that change.” Vanitas hadn’t come here looking for a fight, so he wonders if that is why the anger shimmering under his chest didn’t surge him forward on the offensive. “Why I’m here has nothing to do with you. Leave.” Bright blue locks flutter around him, following him as he turns as corner; leaving from Rapunzel’s line of immediate sight.

[xuntamed]

@towercursed​ asked: “ You were pretty good up there. It’s too bad you can’t stick to legal appearances in front of an audience. ”

Her tone is all teasing as she grins at him, chuckling gently at her own joke. Her head tilts as she catches his attention, gold eyeshadow catching the dancing lights and illuminating a pixie dust trail across her face. A strand of loose hair falls over her eyes and she reaches up to tuck it behind her ear as she meets Shaw’s bright eyes again, her own shining with excitement.

“ Don’t worry, you’re not on trial. I wanted to know what you get up to when you’re not breaking the law. You have some interesting hobbies. ”  

There’s approval in her tone as she glances at the now empty stage, remembering the recent memory of seeing him up there. He had been fascinating, throwing himself into the music while staying so casual and carefree, while he always seems so dismissive and unfazed in court. That uncaring air follows him around, but in a completely different way when he’s doing something he’s passionate about. Like it’s easy for him to be so invested in his music - she has to admit she likes that about him.

“ I also thought about asking why you hadn’t invited me to watch you guys before, but maybe I’m going too fast. ” An eyebrow quirks up above her light-hearted smile before she gestures to the bar with her head. “ What are you drinking? It’s on me. ”

Well, this was a face that Shaw wouldn’t of expected to see at the bar following Isolated’s gig.

The bassist’s gait slowed as his brows furrowed, grin slowly splitting across his face as he realized it wasn’t in fact not some weird hallucination; a chuckle escaping him before he’s moving himself forward to stand before her almost unconciously. She looked much different outside of the court room -- all bright colors and playful makeup that sharply contrasted from the no-nonsense look she always adopted for the judge.

“Well, if I did that then you’d have a much more boring time couped up in that stuffy courthouse. So really, I’m doing you a favor.” She was really pretty under this light; Shaw couldn’t help but notice. Rapunzel was always pretty, but in his own element and ‘domain’, he was able to appreciate it much better than before. It made him wonder once more why she was here. If she was here specifically for him, and he pushed his thoughts from that direction before they could get more dangerous. “Well that’s a relief. Despite popular belief, there’s only so much I can take before going insane --- but you tend to make it easier to deal with. So I might of even been okay with being interrogated right now if your pretty face was there throughout it.”

A feeler --- he couldn’t help but feel like this girl could be into him, but god knows why that might be. They couldn’t be more different --- and he would of put a million dollars bidding on Rapunzel preferring someone like the public defense attorney as opposed to him; with way too many demeanors under his belt and body modifications - like his bright and visible tattoos and his liberal amount of piercings. Chemistry crackled between them and it made him interested --- even more than he already was.

Shaw felt himself hesitate at her next words, mirroring the blonde’s movement and arching an eyebrow at her with a meaningful hum. “So what --- you invited yourself on my own behalf then?” A bark of a laugh escaped him, letting amber eyes give her a - respectful - once over as though seeing her for the first time. Oh? Flirting? It seemed that she was always carrying surprises and it made him want to find out more and more. He wondered if that was also intentional -- making herself so alluring like that.

He didn’t want to look away from her, eyes flickering towards the bar as well before falling back on her. It seemed corny, but the loudness of Live House seemed to fade all around them, making her the center of it; the eye of the storm where it was all quite. And it wasn’t even sexual desire --- Shaw knew that Rapunzel would never go home with him tonight, he was familiar enough with her by now to know that as fact.

But even that was okay.

“Yo, Shaw! We about to head out to the usual, you comin’?”

“Nah, you guys go ahead. I’m busy right now.” He didn’t event spare Adam a glance, smile still on his lips as he couldn’t help but just stare at Rapunzel. His bandmates hesitated, but seemed to collectively roll their eyes once they saw who their bassist was staring at. They were used to this scenario by now.

“You know, I should be the one offering buy you a drink... but I’m guessing you’ll dig your heels in if I even try to switch it around, would you?” He laughed again, a bark of a noise before shrugging a shoulder. “--- Vodka Soda. But only if you keep me company while I drink it.”

[grxndking]

 @towercursed​ asked: " Come on, show me how to play a little. " She laughs as she throws a ball to him before planting her hand on her lip. Her lips quirk into a closed-mouth grin, exploding with casual playfulness that threatens to show off her big teeth if she doesn't keep it under control. She saunters to the other side of the net, still standing up straight with a glimmer in her eyes. " Just go easy on me - not everyone is as great as this as you are. "

Hands catch the thrown ball easily, tossing it into the air before catching it easily; twirling it between his palms as his own playing smile pulls at his lips. The gym had cleared out for the moment; the kids that had been clamoring inside of it having all been ushered into the locker rooms, including Takeru. No doubt cleaning up after a long afternoon of playing and trying to figure out the mechanics of his favorite game no doubt.

Leaving both him and Rapunzel alone for a few moments.

Oikawa laughs, twisting the ball so that it would end up tucked gently under his arm; his other fist resting comfortably on his hip. “What, you weren’t paying attention to the volunteers? Pretty rude of you.” His voice was light; teasing, even as his feet carried him back a few paces, settling almost directly across from her on the opposite side of the net.

“But... Since you asked so nice, i suppose i can spare some of my expert knowledge.” A grin and another quip, tossing the ball into the air once more before catching it. “You don’t have to worry about all that -- I’m not one to go too hard on newbies.” A chocolate eye winked before his body twitched into a familiar position.

“Okay -- you ready over there??”

[forgaeven1]

‘  —  and where’d i go,   huh ?  ’    the words are meant t’ come out desperate,  he thinks.   come out weak and cowardly,   cause that’s how he feels,   deep in his bones;   throat working around a bile that’s formin’,   he could feel,   right where he’s swallowin’.   gendry is afraid,  but he doesn’t sound like it.   no,  he sounded angry;  annoyed,  even.   a bull through and through,  he could hear his master mott snapped a’ him,   but gendry couldn’t help it.

cause his question still stands,  y’ see  —  where would he go,  if not here ?   if not this kingdom he has long grown up in ?   it’s where he eats,  he sleeps,  he shits.

it isn’t his fault that a mistake of one king with some tavern maid  —   and gendry breathes heavy at even the mental mention of mum,  who wasn’t at any fault at all,  who was probably there at the king’s service ‘cause she needed to live,  cause if she’d refused she might’ve as well given him her head on a platter  —   was now his to carry.   yet,   there it was:   the princess was right.  they’d come over t’ kill him,  over somethin’ he never asked for.  over somethin’ he didn’t even want.

‘   if yer’ kingdom couldn’t protect me,  what choice do i ‘ave out there ?   ’    none,   he wants to growl,   but he has a feelin’ she could understand that just fine.

   @towercursed​   /   starter call

[xuchiwa]

@towercursed​ asked: Her eyes flicker up to him, flat and lifeless yet gaining a spark of defensiveness as he walks in. Another Harbinger, here to gawk at her, she supposes. But she's still struck by how young he is - are the Fatui just employing children to do their work for them? Especially by her standards, even if most of her immortal life has been spent encased in amber, he seems so young to harbour this much hated.

Anyway, she supposes there's no point in dwelling on that. She made a deal with the Fatui, there's no way she'll get out of it by wondering what went wrong in their lives. At least not in front of them - she can ponder it all she wants when she's alone ( because privacy doesn't exist when you're in a place like this ) but since he's here, she's guessing there's a reason.

" What is it? " She sighs, dejectedly slotting the bookmark in between her pages so she can place it beside her. If there's a job to be done, she'll have to leave it here anyway. " If you're here to stare, could we at least have a conversation while you do? "

She looked... underwhelming. The girl before him looked as much as a god as he did, and he felt his brows furrow in the slightest bit of both disappointment and confusion. It had taken Sasuke awhile to circle back to this location, to tie up his own missions across the land and round back up his own men before arriving here, but he has been kept informed through messengers. ( Mostly his hawk. ) About the goddess that had been discovered encased in amber; the one who had a connection to Morax.

He wasn’t terribly interested in her backstory or how she came to be -- he was mostly interested in the fact that the Fatui had a goddess in their captivity that wasn’t eroded half out of their mind.

The harbinger is brought out of his thoughts by the tired voice that addressed him, dark eyes watching as she shifted herself in preparation for whatever it is he disturbed her for. He had heard that she had been more than willing to help them with her ability, but... he supposed that was before Childe had showed her the truth.

“--Fine.” Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still settled on her for another silent moment before walking further into the room; until he standing before her. “If you’re worried about a job to be done, don’t be. I’m not here for your services, I’m here for your information.”

His eyes scanned over her, as though hoping he could find the answers he sought just from studying her. “You’re not an archon -- but you are still immortal. And you are close with them.” All information she knew, obviously, but eyes narrowed further as he finally ventured where he wanted to go.

“--- I need to know what needs to be done in order to kill one.”