frozenambiguity

[frozenambiguity]

fragmented-tales said:

Kae + Luc lowbun + highbun domestic fluff...

The ultimate combo!! Shh -- they're cooking breakfast and getting distracted in the process...

[frozenambiguity]

captivemuses said:

Can Childe smooch the handsome low bun man in their home

Mh~ If Ajax behaves nicely and comes home in time for dinner, Kaeya may spare a few smooches, yes. And some more.

[frozenambiguity]

altarfates asked:

‘  you  already  are  something .  you  always  were .  and  you  still  have  time  to  be .  ’ from diluc !

young!knights era. in which kaeya just wants to keep up with diluc, even if his methods differ a bit and he is not quite there yet.

Eyebrows are knit, gaze downcast as words of comfort are offered by a soul mature and experienced. Nails would be digging into his palms by now, leaving remnants of carvings onto sun-kissed skin should his gloves not offer some semblance of protection. It is most unnatural to observe such a reaction from Kaeya. Alas, one can claim, just because he often does not disclose his dissatisfaction to the world, it does not mean it does not dwell deep within his heart.

Yes... If there is anyone Kaeya allows to dive deeper in hopes of attaining a more accurate understanding of his ways, it is no other than the one in front of him. Diluc Ragnvindr.

«… … …» A warm hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing it just enough to gain Kaeya’s attention. This makes him raise his head to face Diluc. Perhaps his initial vent had been too harsh. Many would claim this mission had not been critical. Firstly, because this had not been an official mission. Kaeya had been acting independently. And secondly, because, objectively, he had gotten some valuable information out of his endeavors, even if he had not attained the desired result. However, it had been his chance (one of many, fate would foretell) to prove his capacity, his skills, himself… To him.

Failure brings naught but frustration to the ambitious, desperate in their quest for acceptance. Kaeya’s critical thinking and mastery of all matters organizational, tactical, and logistical had placed him in a different position than Diluc. Whilst the redhead had promptly traced his path through determination, scaling hierarchy to become Cavalry Captain at an age so tender, others had seen in Kaeya the shimmering potential to serve as future Quartermaster of the Knights of Favonius. An equally important position, although mayhap not as valiant.

It is from here, one may conclude, that his frustration arises. There is awareness that their strengths are… different. Precisely due to that, he had seen this as an opportunity to show himself as capable, to make the institution allow him to journey in expeditions to faraway lands. If he could join those, then he could join him. That is where he wanted to be. Close by.

Yet, a drop of hesitation in a sea of possibilities was all it took for the bastard to escape.

Kaeya had been studying him for a while, connecting dots, places, decoding intentions. None had attributed this mission to him, but people talked. He had caught hearsay from some fellow knights recruits, and it was not a novelty that the Ordo had been working hard on their investigation to arrest the rascal in hopes of interrogating him.

So... Kaeya had come up with a plan on his own. Unbeknownst to the Ordo. And then, he had found him at last. Just… Standing there. Fresh out of a shady business meeting. Perhaps, Kaeya had thought then, if he could step in, encourage conversation, pretend to be part of this wicked world, he could have gotten something out of it. But no. Amid his thinking, the bastard had gotten away, on his merry way. Too late now.

«I know. I know.» But does he know? Is he truly listening…?

«It’s just… He was right there. And maybe if I…» He trails off, staring to the side. Again, he retreats to his inner world.

A pause. A sigh.

Diluc would not have thought twice about it. Mh… He would have rushed to him, tackled him with all his might, even, so the culprit could be detained. But Diluc is right. There was time. It was not too late. Something had been gained from this chase of mouse and cat.

«I am well aware by now where he tends to operate; who he trades with to flourish his scummy business.» He had every intention to share his findings with Diluc. What mattered was that the culprit was caught, at long last. Who got the credit… At this point, it did not matter. Kaeya had concluded that working on his own would not be effective. Not yet, anyway. There had to be organization, a planned ambush for the criminal to falter. And if, by any chance, Diluc would emerge as the leader who had led everyone to this victory… So be it. Kaeya did not mind being in his shadows.

The official stance he adopts, fist over his heart as he salutes his superior. His eye burns with determination. Devotion. A silent promise.

«We will not let him escape next time, Captain.»

[frozenambiguity]

@blindfoldcd gains an extra blushy lowbun kae freebie for adhering to the premium package. Thank you for your loyal patronage!

[frozenambiguity]

I am again sharing lowbun kae propaganda on the dash because I think everyone deserves to see it at least once in their lives.

[frozenambiguity]

melodicbreeze asked:

A drawing from the wisp! It is... Unintelligible. It looks like it knocked a cup of paint over and kicked it around with its little feet.

Little gifts for the captain’s corkboard!!

Mh… Admirable, as far as art goes. Allow one to recall that the importance of a piece derives from the artist’s feelings throughout its production, not so much the result obtained from such efforts. As long as one can communicate their intentions and spirit through strokes, colour blots, or even tiny footprints, it matters little how they express themselves.

«Contemporary art, if I do say so myself. It is as if an obstacle stumbled across the artist’s way, and they did not hesitate to conquer it, even if that meant resorting to... violent means...?» He will interpret the figurative cup of paint being knocked over and kicked around as such.

«A message of resilience is to be gained from the thorough interpretation of this piece. Thanks. I shall remember to look back on it during rough times. However...» Kaeya grows pensive now, gaze staring at the little wisp.

«It appears to be missing something. Here —,» he points to the right bottom corner of the drawing, tapping the paper a few times in encouragement. « — Your signature. Since I am the only one who owns this piece in the entire world, it is only natural that I get an autograph, right?»

[frozenambiguity]

I think children should offer big brother Kaeya some drawings ( cute or messy --- he accepts them all! ) so he can pin them on his office's corkboard.

[frozenambiguity]

@poswiecenia asked:

kaeya would find klee tugging at his sleeve before she shows him one of her new bombs. it was blue and looked like him uwu " look look ! klee made a bomb looking like you :) "

The old carpet had long betrayed Klee, shamelessly denouncing the soft pitter-patter of her steps as she made her way down the hall in hopes of presenting her latest invention to the captain. Ah… But what greater victory is there for a child other than to be successful amid their innocent mischief? Kaeya knows that much. And so, he had allowed her to be victorious in her endeavours, only stopping in his tracks once her tiny fingers excitedly pulled on his shirt.

Kaeya turns to face the girl, gloved hands meeting his knees as he leans slightly down in curiosity. The glitter in red eyes is mimicked by those of glacial blue, smile innocent as the bomb is shown to him. Most would see this scene as the perfect opportunity for a firm reprimand. Yes! – most would nod, – to warn her of potential dangers and educate her to be mindful of herself and others would be most sensible! However, this was Klee. Many would falter in their resolve, even if initially they stood rigid and absolute.

As for Kaeya… Well. He had a weak spot for this particular girl. To the point where he sometimes wondered if she realized that and intentionally seized the opportunity right in front of her. He would be utmost proud of her if she did.

«Why... You have used the right shade of blue to represent me, little mage!» A nod in encouragement, voice carrying amazement. «With a technique so formidable, there is no way others won’t notice the resemblance. Was this your plan all along?~» A small pinch of her cheek, displaying playfulness.

«Although… What do you intend to do to that little guy? I can’t help but wonder if you are trying to tell me something...» Eye squints in childlike defiance, the curve of his lip unwilling to disappear as he tilts his head. Slowly, he gets closer, offering her a whisper, «Just to let you know…» Good. He has her attention now. A few moments of suspense... Before he delivers the final blow!

«You wouldn’t get rid of me that easily!!» See his fingers? Going straight to her sides. Tickle tickle tickle. You will have to plan harder next time to get rid of Kaeya gege, Klee. He is ten steps ahead of you!

[frozenambiguity]

«...Hungry little guys...» That is… certainly a way to describe it. To a commoner unversed in the way of the blade, the size of the beasts alone is enough to activate defense mechanisms. As for their hunger, it is not like it can be satiated by a few treats here and there. Normal treats, anyway.

…On the other hand, having those hounds around surely is a nice way to ensure one is left in peace. Mh. Advantages and disadvantages are found alike. The true answer depends only on circumstance and perspective, though he would rather not dwell on it.

«At least make sure to properly introduce us. How are we supposed to get all nice and chummy if we do not know each other’s names? Oh – and some rules will be necessary. I cannot play with them if they keep draining my energy against my will now, can I?» Spoken from experience — corrosion applicable by attacks usually hurts, so fighting those rifthounds always tends to be terribly draining. One can only imagine how playtime would go.

( 🌙 ) ABYSS HOUNDS ARE just hungry little guys , kaeya , if you're the subject of the little meet - cute then it'll be pinned on you for holding the metaphorical leashes for them both.

( and hey ----------- not a villain ! anti - hero , thank you very much. )

PERHAPS .. KAEYA IS also being treated special and not stomped on by ruin guards without warning. it might because of his princely vibes or the fact that she has a crush on him. who knows ! but his brattiness does provide a breath of fresh air as everyone else she deals with can be walked all over. pathetic.

[frozenambiguity]

Drinks in bitter acceptance.

[frozenambiguity]

This is a small promo for KAEYA ALBERICH from GENSHIN IMPACT. Original characters, canons, multimuse, and crossover friendly. 25+.

Consider liking or reblogging this post if you would be interested in interacting. Please remember to read my rules before following. Thank you!

[frozenambiguity]

captivemuses asked:

Kaeya had been comfortably seated in his lap for some time now, the afternoon sun was high but the ocean breeze coming in from Falcon Coast helped make it tolerable being out there in the heat. Childe's chin had been resting on Kaeya's shoulder while they talked and just looked out at the ocean, hands idly played with each others as time passed as well. And occasionally Childe's gaze had dropped down to Kaeya's left hand in particular, and this time he brought the hand in question up so he could press a kiss to it and each knuckle that gave way to slender fingers. Keeping Kaeya's hand close and lacing their fingers together, Childe's voice was quiet and inquisitive as he kissed the base of Kaeya's fourth finger again. "If I asked you to marry me someday, would you say yes?"

The sounds of the ocean — how Kaeya loves them so. Waves lazily retreating, only to come greet the sand once more. In the distance, cries of seagulls, proof of busy conversation between peers. And the sun, how much it shines...! Like a bright halo upon their heads. Should one become bewitched by such a force of nature and swear to face it, tears would surely well up in their eyes. But one can only do so much during a day so pleasant. 

They have been basking in the sun for a while, appreciating the moment, talking about sweet nothings. Should this trend continue, Kaeya intends to allow his eyelids to shut, surrender to the laziness tempting his body, and accept the invitation to rest. How calm and safe he feels. The ritual commences: head tilts to the side, cheek finding comfort in the other's warmth. Eyes close. His breathing slows. He lets himself be lulled by every sound, the ticklish sensation of the ginger's lips on his knuckle...

But the trend does not continue.

"If I asked you to marry me someday, would you say yes?"

No longer do they speak of sweet nothings. A question of importance sneakily makes its way to the stage, making Kaeya halt. Words require a moment to be digested. Eyes open, attempting to regain focus. Hopefully, his reaction does not rub Childe the wrong way. It's just... This is... Important.

«You have... entertained the thought?» His voice is equally quiet, mimicking the caution Childe had used when presenting the question. Somehow, asking this in return eats up at Kaeya's heart. It suddenly grows anxious, for some reason, and the captain stills. Perhaps in an attempt to conceal any further feelings, Kaeya continues to stare at the ocean instead of looking directly at the man who had turned his world around the moment he had first opened his mouth.

Even right now, his head is spinning.

It is at times like these, when no jest or tease comes straight out of his lips, and when he directs the spotlight to someone else, that one knows Kaeya Alberich is truly considering what is being brought to the table as true.

[frozenambiguity]

...You could almost say that the small detail of innocent death was only destined to fortify the effect! The event cannot go unnoticed if people perish. Is that not the thought process of villains?

But also — no. He already is too much chivalrous to everyone else. Doesn't Lumine want to be treated as special? What greater way to achieve that than being allowed to experience a hint of his innate brattiness? A trait he so often veils from everyone not close to him?

( 🌙 ) WHILE VERY POSSIBLE .. there's the unfortunate side effect of the dogs being walked in public having a bad habit of slaughtering innocent people that are minding their own business. but other than that ? sure. yeah. it would be medieval , fantasy day equivalent.

STOP CALLING HER out in public , that's not very gentlemanly.

[frozenambiguity]

Some Kaenya sketches I forgot to post here... Myaooooo

[frozenambiguity]

... Is this the medieval, fantasy-day equivalent of walking your dogs in public so you can mysteriously come across your crush and have him pet the dogs as a distraction so you can talk to them for like 3 extra minutes?

Hm. Not beating the allegations, Lumine.

[frozenambiguity]

@fragmented-tales asked:

‘  Am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’ There's a somber note to the man's voice, crimson gaze locked solely on the captain before him. It was beyond foolish; he had been the reason they had gone up in flames to begin with. Yet still, he wanted to be something good again.

Fire destroys.

Ravenous, it bites and bites away. It takes and takes, conquering all that dares stand in its way and stripping the land of life and merriment. And when it is time for the sentence to be delivered, who in their right mind cares for morality?

During this rapid dance with death, where one's eyes widen in horror and one's throat becomes too hoarse to utter a single sound, one is forced to face all one's life has accumulated to. Memories, pleasant or otherwise, visit one like a ghost from the past, meagerly paid to bid one last goodbye. Accomplishments and failures, pride and shame, hope and misery. All that made one's life worth living and all that made one's life full of regret — they all come crashing straight into one's heart, too volatile for one to truly digest them. Without remorse, they render one immobile. The blow is more potent and vile than any ocean wave could ever hope to become.

Kaeya had not foreseen to hear this silent admission. Not from the redhead, and not on such a specific date. Could these thoughts be consuming Diluc alive? 

...A foolish question.

Kaeya knows Diluc better than he knows himself, though there have been instances when the distance between them seemed insurmountable. Not by the events that dictate one's life, no. Rather, through one way or another, such distance was at times self-imposed. Out of the dire need of self-protection and the inability to truly rely on another again, by the former. And out of unspoken guilt, by the latter.

And though this may lead expectators to conclude their relationship is beyond shattered, truly, it is not. Though their bond had seemingly been severed, both had still clung to it. Diluc had required time, and though the letters kept arriving with particular swiftness, never once had they demanded a reply. They were a mere reminder that, despite the tenebrous flames, something still fought desperately for survival. It still clung to whatever remains had been left, even if that meant holding onto fleeting ash.

‘ Am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’

«You shouldn't be asking me that», he quietly admits. Not when Kaeya had been too selfish once, putting his desperation and need for freedom before another's grieving. Not just another. Diluc. And these exact words... Oh, how they ring true. They had rung true, even back then.

He had known Diluc would be angry, yet he had still chosen to trust him. He had been foolish to come clean, to bear his truth naked before him, despite all repercussions or consequences. He knew it now. He also knew that, if he could do everything over again, he would not have told Diluc anything. Even if Diluc had begged. But that was yet another secret he would take to his grave.

Breaking eye contact, he looks to the side, beyond. He sighs.

«In the past, when I faced that exact predicament, I made my decision. Even when I knew where it would lead me.» And even then, it had hurt. It had hurt like hell, to be so openly rejected for everything that he was and everything he had hidden for all those years. Desperately, he had thought, if they were the only ones against the world, then nothing could take them down. No more lies, no more fog. Stripped naked, with trust fortified, they would face all that there was to come.

Except, what was a blind, fully-devoted act of trust from Kaeya was an act of despicable betrayal for Diluc.

And what was a volatile, emotion-driven yet justified reaction from Diluc was a knife to the back to Kaeya.

It was complicated. It still is. Feelings are turbulent, and, search as they may, no answers seem ideal. Scars do not fade. They lay there, at times dormant. But wounds need only meet the right triggers for blood to overflow.

«What is your decision, Diluc?» Does he take the risk, fully knowing where it can lead him? Or does he allow waters to be still, appreciating and becoming content with what he can now get?

Kaeya had made up his mind, once. Now, what path would Diluc dare take?

[frozenambiguity]

@poswiecenia asked:

FALL: receiver catches sender as they stumble \ abyss lumi for the shits n gigs

«Come now — won't you pay attention to where the earth falters and your steps land? It is not good to be distracted, mesmerizing as my looks can be.» Why, he is not even being humble about it. Does not need to, quite frankly.

«Unless, of course... You planned on falling straight into my arms all along?» Words are said with a mixture of teasing and nonchalance — if that feat is even possible, who else could achieve it than Kaeya Alberich himself?

«Just don't forget that next time, just as my arms can easily catch you, they can also easily drop you.» Ah, yes. What is a good interaction between them without a hint of a threat? Recalling how the captain truly feels about the woman always adds a nice, finishing touch.