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@soliloquics asked

❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ kavetham

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❛  Well,  aren't  you  lucky.  ❜  It  had  him  grin,  ear  to  ear  and  since  it  was  morning  and  they  were  in  bed,  it  had  him  push  closer  and  press  his  forehead  against  his.  ❛  I  don't  plan  on  waking  anywhere  but  in  your  bed  for  the  rest  of  my  life.  ❜

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@soliloquics asked

❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ wriolette

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But  he  did  know.  He  knew  it  by  every  breath  taken,  every  smile  shared,  every  morning  when  his  eyes  opened  and  he  met  him  with  softness  and  laziness.  He  knew  it  in  the  way  he  held  his  hand  and  braided  his  hair  and  in  the  way  his  fingers  ran  down  his  back.  Wriothesley  couldn't  comprehend  the  depth  of  emotions  Neuvillette  could  feel  but  couldn't  understand  and  he  didn't  think  he  would  ever  fully  understand  just  how  much  of  what  he  felt  he  felt  in  turn. 

Thus,  he  grew  silent  at  his  words.  He  felt  guilty,  somehow  made  himself  believe  that  he  yearned  for  things  Neuvillette  could  not  give  or  didn't  know  how  to  give.  Emotions  were  difficult  and  humans  felt  so  much  more  than  his  brethren  did. 

❛  I  do  know.  ❜  He  said  silently  and  averted  his  gaze  because  even  if  he  did  know,  he  had  no  way  of  showing  it  to  the  other.  Or  showing  him  just  how  much  he  meant  to  him.

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i come back to this

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@soliloquics asked:

❛  my heart belongs to you, always and forever.  ❜ chili

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❛  Ahww..  haha.  ❜  Childe  smiled  warmly,  his  fingers  reaching  for  his  hips,  pulling  him  closer,  close  enough  to  press  a  kiss  to  his  forehead.  ❛  What's  gotten  into  you,  lover?  I  already  know  I  have  you  heart  and  soul,  just  like  you  have  mine.  ❜

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Debates  between  colleagues  were  important  and  essential  for  growth.  Kaveh  could  not  claim  to  be  the  best  at  something  he  did  and  allow  himself  to  stagnate,  especially  in  a  field  that  was  as  evolving  as  architecture.  Math  and  engineering  were  consistent,  but  style  was  forever  changing.  ❛  I  was  hoping  you  could  have  a  look  at  the  numbers.  I'm  feeling  a  little  apprehensive,  and  in  this  line  of  work,  it's  important  to  have  doubts  checked.  ❜  He  said  and  handed  the  binder  and  sketchbook  over  to  Ratio.  ❛  I  was  also  hoping  you  could  look  at  the  style  a  bit.  You  enjoy  sculptures,  and  the  client  is  —  obsessed  with  them.  ❜

assisting   colleagues   was   part   of   a   scholar's   life;   there   was   little   merit   in   shutting   oneself   away   and   pouring   over   the   same   materials   over   and   over   again.   intelligent   discussion   and   debate   were   essential   to   a   healthy   mind,   no   matter   how   one   looked   at   it.   as   such,   kaveh   was   not   immediately   sent   right   back   out   of   his   office   as   some   others   have   been.   instead,   ratio   eyed   the   binder   and   sketchbook   from   afar   before   holding   out   his   hand. 

❛    what   kind   of   feedback   precisely   are   you   hoping   to   gain   from   my   perspective   ?   ❜

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He  had  a  knack  when  it  came  to  keeping  people  at  an  arm's  length.  His  luck  was  a  double  edged  sword;  keeping  him  alive  but  burying  everyone  else  around  him  in  dunes  of  sand,  though  that  wasn't  the  reason  why  he  was  keeping  his  distance  from  his  colleagues.  He  was  known  to  play  risky  gambits  and  he  understood  why  the  rest  of  the  stonehearts  were  hesitant  to  trust  him  –  he  didn't  trust  them,  either  –  but  they  were  mere  stepping  stones  to  his  actual  plan.  The  prize  that  awaited  him  at  the  end  of  decades  long  fight  was  a  pyrrhic  one,  he  already  knew  that,  and  once  it  would  come  to  fruition,  there  would  be  nothing  left  for  him  but  to  fall  to  rest.  Perhaps  he  would  then  answer  the  call  of  nihility  he  had  felt  so  keenly  when  faced  with  THEM. 

Nevertheless,  he  wondered  if  circumstances  were  different,  could  they  have  been  friends?  If  life  wasn't  so  keen  on  shoving  him  in  situations  where  he  needed  to  protect  himself,  shield  himself  from  everything  he  could  conceive  of,  would  there  had  been  a  possibility  that  they  could  connect?  She  was  as  naive  as  he  could  expect  and  a  part  of  him  wished  he  could  shake  some  sense  into  her.  Like  a  lamb  trotting  her  way  into  the  den  of  wolves,  thanking  them  for  the  shelter  they  provided  and  ignoring  the  way  they  salivated  over  her.  She  trusted  too  much  even  if  she  didn't  trust  him.  It  was  good.  She  shouldn't.

❛  Stop  selling  yourself  short.  ❜  He  protested,  his  gaze  sharp  and  unyielding  as  it  observed  her.  She  had  enough  venom  in  her  to  be  annoyed  at  his  words,  to  feel  the  sting  of  baseless  insults  and  yet  she  still  seemed  to  trust  Jade,  of  all  people.  Maybe  he  was  being  too  lenient  and  she  had  perfected  the  mask  of  an  innocent  capitalist  –  far  from  actually  being  helpless  but  harmless  compared  to  the  ones  they  worked  with.  Maybe  the  lamb  was  in  fact  a  snake,  waiting  to  strike.  He  couldn't  know.  He  didn't  want  to  be  in  striking  distance  if  it  was  the  case.  Either  way,  her  words  annoyed  him.  ❛  You  were  an  integral  part  of  Penacony.  Without  your  help,  I  couldn't  have  gone  forward  with  the  plan  and  things  would  have  played  much  worse.  Who  knows,  maybe  I'd  be  dead.  ❜

❛  But  that  comes  to  my  actual  reason  for  visiting  you.  ❜  He  kicked  off  of  the  chair  he  sat  and  made  his  slow  way  over  to  her,  a  golden  chip  appearing  between  his  fingers.  He  doubt  it  would  distract  her  but  he  still  bounced  it  along  his  knuckles  playfully.  ❛  I  don't  like  being  indebted  to  people.  Name  your  price  and  –  provided  I  find  the  exchange  reasonable,  I'll  meet  it.  ❜

her eyes, resembling tranquil lakes, gradually narrowed, their once placid surface now disturbed by the unwelcome weight of his words, generating ripples of irritation that disrupted her inner peace. the clear blue deepened into a steely grey, mirroring the tension brewing within her as her brows knitted together like the taut strings of a bow, poised to unleash the arrow of her retort. aventurine had a knack for weaving words that burrowed beneath her skin, igniting a simmering irritation that made her fingers twitch, tapping rhythmically against her thigh in a silent manifestation of her agitation.

she suppressed the urge to deliver a scathing retort, her expression transforming as gently as the sun breaking over the horizon, heralding the dawn of a new day. although she had never sought recognition or words of gratitude for her efforts, she was nonetheless taken aback by the appreciation expressed by a man who had risked everything to solidify their standing in penacony. it was impossible to deny the flicker of empathy that ignited within her, a fragile candle flickering in the wind, at the thought of his potential demise. yet here he stood, returned like the proverbial cat that always finds its way back the very next day, defying the odds with a tenacity that left her both bewildered & grudgingly impressed.

any trace of empathy, guilt, or remorse that had once lingered within her evaporated into thin air, for his mouth remained as sharp & clever as she remembered from their last encounter. “ isn’t that lovely, ” she mused softly, contemplating the myriad directions this conversation could have taken; this, she realized, was a fortunate outcome. “ however, i don’t believe my actions warranted a personal visit for expressions of gratefulness. i merely fulfilled the obligations of our roles to advance the ipc’s agenda. ”

she hadn’t intended to come across as insensible; in truth, she was equally pleased to hear him articulate such sentiments — assuming, of course, that they were sincere. however, it was regrettable that she felt little inclination to forge authentic connections with her coworker. “ i could just as easily claim that my actions were a strategic move to enhance my standing after jarilo-vi. so it’s best not to dwell on it too much. ”

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“if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.”

— s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review  

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i can't stop thinking about you even when i try.  ❜ ❛  every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat.  ❜ ❛  i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there.  ❜ ❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ ❛  sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.  ❜ ❛  i had a lot of dreams about you recently.  ❜ ❛  somehow, you're always on my mind.  ❜ ❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜ ❛  my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go.  ❜ ❛  all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it.  ❜ ❛  you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve.  ❜ ❛  every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love?  ❜ ❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜ ❛  will we ever get another chance together?  ❜ ❛  you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.  ❜ ❛  my biggest regret is ever letting you go.  ❜ ❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜ ❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ ❛  every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me.  ❜ ❛  it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to.  ❜ ❛  i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back.  ❜ ❛  i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms.  ❜ ❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ ❛  there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.  ❜ ❛  i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine.  ❜ ❛  i miss the way you always made me smile.  ❜ ❛  you're the reason i keep holding on.  ❜ ❛  maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how i feel about you.  ❜ ❛  i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine.  ❜ ❛  i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you?  ❜ ❛  my heart belongs to you, always and forever.  ❜ ❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜ ❛  i've been thinking about us a lot lately.  ❜

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He  didn't  often  have  the  time  to  read  the  Steambird  or  dive  into  its  more  detailed  columns  that  hers  certainly  would  encompass  but  the  melusine  liked  to  bring  him  excerpts  from  articles  they  enjoyed  and  hers  had  been  among  the  few  he  had  been  privy  to  read.  Some  even  had  him  reach  for  that  particular  issue  of  the  Steambird  to  read  in  depth  because  her  more  technical  approach  meant  that  he  could  have  insight  into  how  the  usurper  had  woven  his  rules  into  the  world. 

As  a  dragon,  his  constellation  was  moot,  placed  there  to  give  the  illusion  that  he  fell  under  the  scope  of  celestia's  domain  but  he  was  outside  of  its  reach.  Though  Celestia  seemed  dormant  given  how  Focalors  had  managed  to  execute  her  plan,  he  was  still  wary  of  being  found.  He  hoped  that  the  astrologian  would  not  poke  around  his  empty  constellation  and  ask  too  many  questions  when  she  would  find  it  impossible  to  read. 

He  watched  her  walk  away  with  an  endeared  but  small  smile  and  with  a  shake  of  his  head,  he  made  his  way  towards  one  of  the  unoccupied   seats.  His  intentions  had  been  to  watch  the  sea  life  dance  outside  the  window  but  the  sudden  reflection  of  the  night  sky  caught  his  attention.  His  gaze  lifted,  he  blinked  and  followed  the  path  of  the  stars  in  the  room.  It  was  difficult  to  see  but  Neuvillette  wasn't  that  easily  dissuaded  and  through  the  fog,  he  searched  for  that  recognisable  giant  hat.

❛  Fascinating.  ❜  He  complimented  quietly  and  rose  one  of  his  hands  to  try  and  interact  with  the  stars.  ❛  Is  this  how  you  conduct  your  research?  ❜

      "" oh . . . "" truthfully , there is a small sense of pride that rushes deep within her at the realization that the man before her recognized who she was . of course , mona knew that it didn't totally mean that he had read her entries in the steambird ——— for all she knew , he could have simply heard someone else mention her name ——— but regardless , it still made her very happy .

   so she stands up a little bit straighter , and gives out a small little bow in courtesy right back ; a smile on her face , now . "" yes , that would be i . "" a little giggle leaves her , before she is clearing her throat again .

   "" and thank you . i promise to be very quick , i am sure you of all people are in much need of a small break . "" and with that , another few steps are given , though this time towards the desk once again . with a clear breath , the astrologist begins her work again ; reflections like water of different constellations , of different astral maps . the whole room falls under a reflection of the starry sky , and one's sensation of being within it would be . . . as if you walked through a deep fog .

   for those not used to it , it truly is a sight to memorize . for mona , it is a normal occurrence . and so , the woman is back to work , muttering to herself , just as a scroll and quill float in the air , taking note of everything for her .

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so i just finished the archon quest and boy

i have so many thoughts about everything but can we talk about mavuika punching a hole through the sky, a ruined moon and how quickly that shit patched itself up???

also angels = seelies? saw that coming but i am loving it

i love il capitano mihoyoi i will throw money at you if you make him playable

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It  was  an  odd  partnership  because  few  could  draw  a  correlation  between  the  fatui  and  the  funeral  parlour  but  to  him  it  was  a  rather  straightforward  one.  Aside  form  the  obvious,  shadier,  sides,  his  time  in  Liyue  was  spent  a  little  easier  thanks  to  Zhongli's  work  as  a  consultant,  although  after  learning  about  his  true  identity,  he  wouldn't  really  count  him  as  a  member  of  the  parlour. 

Still  he  worked  there  and  while  it  had  been  him  he  had  originally  came  to  bug,  he  was  glad  he  had  ran  into  Hu  Tao  on  his  way  from  his  usual  escapades.  Life  was  dull  and  difficult  enough  without  him  following  every  dull  and  lifeless  person  around.  Director  Hu  was  full  of  energy  and  humour  and  in  that  moment  where  everyone  either  treated  him  with  gloves  or  with  barely  concealed  annoyance,  it  was  rather  refreshing.  He  needed  someone  that  showed  him  he  was  more  than  just  his  recovery  and  more  than  just  a  tool  to  be  used  in  their  experiments. 

❛  Ah  well,  in  a  business  like  yours,  you  shouldn't  be  celebrating  too  many  customers  too  outwardly.  People  will  start  to  talk,  you  know.  ❜  He  teased  and  tapped  his  fingers  against  the  wooden  counter,  a  rhythm  created  that  was  as  random  as  anything  could  be.  ❛  They'll  accuse  you  of  wanting  them  dead!  Though  if  you're  strapped  for  cash,  I  could  summon  a  new  divine  threat  upon  the  harbour.  I'm  sure  there's  more  of  those  where  Osial  came  from.  ❜

He  was  kidding,  of  course.  Probably. 

❛  I'm  fine,  though.  Recovery  is  going  slower  than  I  anticipated  and  I'm  itching  to  be  let  out  into  the  battlefield  again  but  they're  keeping  me  on  a  tight  leash.  It's  fine,  though.  Nothing's  permanent.  ❜

The  connection  between  the  funeral  parlor  and  the  fatui  was  certainly  an  interesting  one.  It  was  in  fact,  one  the  director  kept  under  wraps  from  the  general  public.  She  already  had  enough  on  her  plate  when  it  came  to  keeping  out  of  'trouble'  around  Liyue.  Then  again  she  didn't  feel  ashamed  by  it  herself.  To  her,  they  were  another  business  partner.  Although  Childe  himself  was  proving  to  be  more  of  a  welcomed  friend  over  time.

The  harbinger's  excitable  personality  was  a  breath  of  much  needed  fresh  air.  It  was  rare  to  even  see  the  slightest  grin  upon  anyone  come  into  a  place  that  was  associated  with  death.  She  moved  the  paperwork  she  had  been  working  on  off  to  the  side  letting  the  favored  client  lean  against  the  counter  space.

"Ahhh...  well  I  can  promise  such  a  secret  is  safe  with  me.  Besides  it  would  be  quite  hypocritical  if  I  just  tossed  you  out  to  the  millelith  seeing  we  are  two  sides  of  the  same  mora~"

While  there  was  teasing  tone  to  her  voice,  there  still  was  some  truth  to  it.  Even  if  Wansheng  didn't  get  too  involved  in  the  shadier  deals.  Her  eccentric  tactics  to  promote  did  put  her  on  a  unfavorable  watchlist.

Lifting  her  hand  she  attempted  to  stifle  the  chuckle  at  the  dead  pun  in  question.  "Well,  yes  and  yes"  The  second  of  which  was  given  with  dramatic  sigh.  "For  a  while  there  had  been  a  decrease  in  clients.  I  don't  fully  blame  them.  A  funeral  parlor  surely  isn't  a  place  you  want  to  frequent.  But  alas,  this  time  of  year  brings  in  those  who  have  more  ....  supernatural  related  concerns"

Really  she  couldn't  quite  deny  those  ones.  The  mortician  just  had  to  be  careful  on  what  type  of  advice  she  gave  in  order  to  prevent  panicked  rumors  from  spreading.  With  that  she  shook  her  head  as  if  to  dismiss  the  idea.

"Nevertheless,  it  is  good  to  see  you  again  my  dear  harbinger.  Tell  me.  How  have  you  been  fairing?"

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so many facades. you lost track of which one is you. maybe none of them are. maybe you never were.

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seems like a needed lazy day today. spent most of the day just doing nothing but after last wee, i deserved it. i'll be back to usual tomorrow!

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Honkai: Star Rail Animated Short ☆ Ichor of Two Dragons

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#LIBRARIVS — scribes are the quiet architects of time, weaving ink into threads that bind forgotten whispers to eternity, where even silence finds a voice in written words.

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Ever  since  his  battle  with  the  all  devouring  narwhal,  Childe  had  become  significantly  weaker.  It  bothered  him  to  no  end  that  his  body  could  not  handle  the  same  amount  of  exertion  and  strain  as  he  was  used  to  and  it  was  a  kind  of  pent  up  frustration  that  wasn't  as  demanding  as  the  call  of  the  abyss  had  been  all  those  months  back  but  nevertheless  annoying.  It  was  like  an  itch  he  could  not  scratch,  carefully  prodding  at  the  base  of  his  neck,  urging  him  to  do  more,  be  more,  fight  more  and  push  his  body  to  limits  that  would  destroy  him  further  if  he  crossed  them.  Childe  was  not  known  for  his  patience  but  in  order  to  achieve  his  goal,  he  needed  to  be  so. 

Recovery  was,  ironically,  a  pain. 

He  was  well  enough  that  a  quiet  stroll  along  a  bustling  city  wouldn't  put  him  back  into  bed  with  coughing  fits  but  it  still  left  him  with  aching  calfs  and  tired  arms  and  considering  the  kind  of  flexibility  and  stamina  he  had  had  before  that  fight,  it  left  him  feeling  a  little  dejected.  That  it  was  all  part  of  his  healing  process  was  repeated  like  a  mantra  in  his  head  and  Childe  still  pushed  himself  every  day  to  get  back  into  the  shape  he  was  –  he  needed  to  reach  it  if  he  was  going  to  reach  above  it  one  day,  too. 

Sumeru  seemed  almost  perfect  for  that.  Tall  hills  and  winding  paths  outside  of  the  city  and  plenty  of  new  adventures  to  write  home  about.  The  basket  he  was  carrying  was  a  testament  of  how  much  he  thought  of  his  family  while  he  travelled  as  it  was  filled  to  the  brim  with  toys  and  local  specialities  he  wished  to  send  home.  In  his  search  for  more,  though,  he  had  wound  up  walking  a  little  too  far  than  he  wanted.  This  part  of  the  city  was  unrecognisable,  much  like  the  young  man  before  him  was. 

(  the  abyss  might  have  irreversibly  changed  his  fate  but  he  was  still  a  child  of  teyvat  )

He  smiled  at  him,  bright  and  carefree  and  adjusted  the  basket  under  his  arm  so  it  rested  on  his  hip.  ❛  Well  it's  one  way  to  get  your  undivided  attention.  And  your  hat  is  nice,  for  the  record.  I  wandered  a  little  bit  too  far  and  now  I  can't  find  my  way  back  down.  And  I  lost  my  map  along  the  way.  Can  you  point  me  in  the  direction  of  the  adventurer's  guild?  I'll  know  my  way  from  there.  ❜ 

he's  feeling  thoroughly  EXHAUSTED  —  not  physically  so  much  as  mentally.  spending  the  morning  confined  to  a  stuffy  room,  trying  to  actually  learn  something  while  surrounded  by  people  constantly  pestering  him  for  his  ATTENTION  has  left  the  wanderer  empathizing  with  turtles  that  refuse  to  come  out  of  their  shells.  it's  something  of  a  miracle  that  he's  been  able  to  accomplish  anything  at  all,  and  ren  fully  plans  on  retreating  to  the  most  secluded  place  he  can  find  —  hungry  for  the  peace  and  quiet  one  would  assume  a  library  should  logically  provide.

footsteps  still  when  the  voice  calls  out  to  him.  ordinarily,  ren  would  simply  ignore  it  and  continue  walking  —  he  isn't  actually  OBLIGATED  to  talk  with  anyone  at  all,  is  he?  (  particularly  not  someone  with  the  AUDACITY  to  call  him  kid.  )  yet  glaring  at  the  speaker  from  beneath  his  kasa,  the  wanderer  is  less  than  thrilled  to  realize  he  actually  KNOWS  this  fool  —  even  if  childe  is  incapable  of  recognizing  him.

❝  ... ❞  it  really  is  just  his  luck  that  a  HARBINGER  would  show  up  when  he  isn't  in  the  mood  for  this  kind  of  drama.  still,  now  that  he  does  know  he's  here,  ren  feels  obligated  to  involve  himself.  sumeru  is  his  responsibility.  (  perhaps  not  officially,  but  in  every  way  that  matters.  )  ❝  you  really  know  how  to  ENDEAR  yourself  to  strangers,  now  don't  you? ❞  the  wanderer  says  aloud,  crossing  arms  and  tipping  his  head  back  to  shoot  him  the  most  unamused  look  he  can  possibly  muster.  he  would  point  out  that  he's  CONSIDERABLY  older  than  him  —  but  there's  no  sense  in  weighing  down  the  conversation  with  superfluous  details  when  he  should  be  focusing  on  gathering  information.  instead,  he  simply  asks,  ❝  what  do  you  want? ❞

[eudaemcnia]

He  could  employ  a  few  adventurers  to  act  as  his  guide  and  to  even  accompany  him  to  the  ruins  themselves  but  honestly,  he  didn't  think  he  needed  the  extra  man  power  –  not  to  mention  that  he  didn't  have  the  money  to  spare.  Which  resulted  in  his  smile  to  turn  awkward.  ❛  I  thought  about  it  but  it  wouldn't  feel  right  to  waste  the  akademiya  resources  on  such  frivolous  things.  Maybe  I'll  just  get  a  map…  ❜  he  sighed  and  rubbed  his  forehead,  his  eyes  closing.  ❛  Thanks  for  your  help  anyway,  mister  Wriothesley.  ❜

he   supposed   some   travellers   would   take   an   interest   in   the   ruins   of   the   old   institute,   although   he   wasn't   particularly   familiar   with   the   area   in   any   detailed   manner.   ❛    ah,   a   scholar   from   the—   akademiya,   was   it   ?   ❜   that,   however,   did   pique   his   interest.   ❛    i'm   wriothesley,   pleased   to   meet   you.   unfortunately,   i'm   not   overly   familiar   with   the   area.   have   you   considered   posting   a   commission   with   the   adventurer's   guild   ?   ❜