#✾; aibreann: ic

[pseudomonacarriea]

Anon asked:

Bri, had you ever thought of going home to Victoria even outside of Rhodes Island's mission revolving around it?

Send my muse anons about their relationships. (Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.) -- Accepting! 

“I have. It’s not a thought that comes through often, but I’ve thought of returning for a moment.“

Everyone misses their home at some point, don’t they? Home cooked foods by her dad, even if she wondered how he was doing. Their last moments weren’t... the best.  She desperately wants to return to Victoria some days. Wants to remember the stories her father told her. How she played with the little Steam Knight doll that was made her. How she went on long walks and enjoyed the few shops that still recognized her since she was around so often.

But with how Victoria was now, was it worth it?

“But I know that if I return, I’ll be putting more than myself in danger. I don’t want to do that.”

[caelumsaltator]

That moment when, as soon as you arrive in Liyue for the wedding, come to realize you in fact don’t own formal wear. At least she arrived early. Well, no, she does but it’s back home in Fontaine. There’s not enough time to rush and go get it, so she’ll have to settle with acquiring a new set. Wedding gift left in her room of the inn she was staying at, the mercenary begins to traverse the bustling streets. Even more so with the wedding now the talk of town -- quite literately!

“I’ve never seen it so busy outside of the Lantern Rite. Not like this, at least. Is it always like this when a big wedding occurs?” She asks her shopping partner, peridot hues curious and also a little nervous.

[zorkaya-moved]

"There's something I've been wanting to ask." Bri rests her hand against her cheek, leaning on it as she holds her head up on the table. "Why did you join the theatre? You don't really seem like the type of person to like it."

@caelumsaltator

The Snezhnayan understood where Aibreann was coming from, but it was also once again supporting her thoughts on how no one could know exactly who she was now. The fact that it was said that she wasn’t the type of person to enjoy theater only proved how little the other knew about her, but the same could be said about how Sokolova was asking from the other. It wasn’t like she was never interested, if anything she was performing in Snezhnaya when she was a kid quite often, even got to perform before the Tsaritsa herself and those who stood by her side at that time. The ice skating, the songs, the dances, the rituals, the greetings, everything. Her family knew she was a talented girl despite her isolated state of mind and her seeing the world quite differently compared to others. 

“It’s because of my youngest brother,” Zarina didn’t look up at the other as she turned the page in her book while answering the question. It won’t do her good or bad if she were to speak about her family yet it could be noticed how warm and tender her voice became as she spoke of her family. The memory of the youngest of Sokolovs echoed in her mind, his bright smiles and his small hands reaching out to her as she picked him up to swirl him around like their mother used to do. She became the mother to him, she had to become an adult much earlier than anyone. Even if Victor was helping, he had to work since he was young, and relying on their relatives from other parts of Snezhnaya was not possible for them at that time. “He liked it when I was singing and dancing. I helped kids learn certain dances in Snezhnaya when I was younger, he was also learning how to dance to show off in the town for the festival. It was very cute back then. He heard how I performed when I was young and said it was amazing. Both of my brothers knew I love music and acting, so they proposed for me to start the theater back in our region. Sadly, the unfortunate circumstances happened.” 

Specifically, her inability to bring her youngest brother out of Snezhanaya early enough to not let him think that he needed to do anything outside of his kid-capabilities to protect them. They would’ve been fine. Aleksey was supposed to move to Mondstadt or Fontaine or any other region that was not their homeland, even if she loved the views and the snow and the weather and the challenges presented there. She never regretted living there and going through all the hardships. Her one and only regret was not bringing Aleksey out of that place to send him to her family members in another place in Tevyat. 

“That’s why he’s not here. I moved after he passed away. I decided that a theater would be a way for me to remember. This is why I joined Miss Serebro’s theater. She said I might take over when she decided to pass it on to someone else,” Zarina was not going to tell her anything about the truth behind her actions and what exactly happened. It was enough. The only information she’d have would be her story. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the full truth either. She did add those words to make her story sound more emotional, even though there were far too many layers there. “I love music, Aibreann. It makes me think of soothing days when I was cradling my youngest brother, I made sure he knew I was there. Dancing, singing, acting - all of that was my childhood. That’s why I’m working for the theater. Well, also being the bodyguard of Miss Serebro, but I wanted to do something I enjoyed.” Lies sprinkled atop of the truth, mixing in so seamlessly that it was impossible to know what exactly was the lie that she spoke. 

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Why do you keep making me watch you and Ae play horror games? You know I can’t han- don’t like it!”

“Punishment for dragging me around time seems fitting enough.“

Puts his legs on top of her lap.

“Now watch.“

[pseudomonacarriea]

@divinedbolt​

when someone banishes zeus to the shadowrealm

Starts looking up how-. Wait, can’t she just ask to unsummon him? That could help, at least for now.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Sighs heavily.

When can Chaldea have a quiet day?

[pseudomonacarriea]

“So you don’t want me to do….this?”

Connla speaks innocently enough, but how he's grinding into Aibreann's rear said absolutely otherwise. He's been gentle enough with his touches, but gave enough firmness that she wouldn't be able to stop her imagination from wandering, from thinking that he could so, so much more if he applied just a little more pressure. If he just pushed past her clothes.

Less Cringe Worthy Sinday Meme -- Accepting! -- @pseudomonarkaerenea

There was only so much that she could handle, and he was pushing her to that brink. The small touches against her back, neck, and legs while he continues to tease her mercilessly. Her imagination's already gone. Thinking of things he could do, what she wanted to do, and yet he just continued this torture. Left hand reaching back behind her, fingers rest over his arm. Not realizing just how hard she's gripping onto him to keep her grounded in reality.

"I--,"

She knows he can feel her shutters, feel her hips push against his, and the sharp inhale to stifle the moans threatening to fall out between her lips. When she turns her head to look at him, the woman's face is the same color pink as a sunrise.

"Connla, wait-"

I don't think I can take this teasing -- for much longer.

As much as she wants to retort, nothing follows his name or phrase. Tongue caught again by an Irish Hound.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry--

Proceeds to cry over the M.ars Ro.vers and Voy.ager.

[pseudomonacarriea]

#Aibreann brings shame to her family.

“I’M SORRY DAD!“

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Louis, you know they’re going to be like this every now and then.”

[pseudomonacarriea]

>Is a scientist and super good at math. Could just continue researching and making things, and developing some tech.

>Instead, uses it to make candy for Phym in large batches

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Doubt.”

[pseudomonacarriea]

✨✨✨Bri

Send ✨ to see one of my muse's memories. -- Not Accepting -- @willnotdothefandango

"You're not serious, are you?"

The high-schooler speaks with disapproval at a blonde girl sitting on her lap, seemingly not bothered by Aibreann's stare. Two other kids, one man and another woman, are leaning against the window and sitting on her desk.

"We're completely serious."

Answers one of them -- the boy who's leaning against the window. This is Sean.

"I'm not going through with the production."

"C'mon!!!"

The girl in her lap ( Kaythrin ) clings to her neck, letting out a small whine. "You'd be perfect for the lead!"

"I don't do the stage."

"Bi-biiiiii--!!"

Kaythrin calls again, but is silenced by a quick rebuttal.

"Don't call me that!"

Now comes a flush of her cheeks from the nickname alone. But Kaythrin has a smirk on her face, not even hidden from the other two.

"Can't say we didn't try."

The other girl, Mellissa, states with a shrug of her shoulders. Brown, curly hair drapes over one shoulder and moves when she does.

"You said that you'd be my Romeo if we ever did Romeo and Juliet for a play!"

Kaythrin speaks up again, determined to get her to finally join a production. Out of the four of them, only Bri was backstage. Never did she step out into the limelight unless she was helping to move a prop or fixture.

"That was years ago! And I don't think I'd fit him, Kayt. Now get off; you're making my legs go numb from your flat ass."

The group begins to laugh. Jokes and comments like these aren't uncommon between the theatre kids. Kaythrin snuggles closer, looking to the other two with pleading eyes.

"If love be rough with you, be rough with love.”

Sean comments, as if on some sort of cue. Everyone's heads turn to him, and he's smirking under a sweet smile. One hand reaches out to Aibreann, tussling rust-colored hair rather violently. Sounds of protests occur, but with her current situation, she can't move. A pain, really. She'd give him double that as payback!

"At least help with rehearsals? We all know Kayt's going to be Juliet. The theatre teacher loves her too much."

Mellissa's voice cuts through the playful bullying. A moment of silence, and a long sigh later.

"Fine. I'll help with rehearsals. And," Aibreann locks eyes with Kaythrin. The deadpanned expression fading as she gives a soft smile. The words, on the other hand, are anything like that. "I'm not kissing you if we have to."

"Briiii!!!!! You're so mean! You're the only friend I don't get to kiss at all! "

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How she managed to end up within the factions, even as a bystander, of Yukari's work still eludes her. She's just an astrophysicist who took up a job with a nearby university since they were interested in funding her research. He's a Green Clansman, not quite sure how a few chance meetings ended up like this. What doesn't change is her fretting over him when he's out.

Today's a rare day -- she took a few days off. There wasn't much she could do in the meantime. The paper she was writing was at a halt. Data needed to be collected, and outside of waiting for either more, or results to process, what more could be done?

"You're somethin'."

She muttered under her breath, looking at a few text messages between the man after her heart and herself. It's small talk, since she hates to bother him while he's out. Playful banter can be seen on the screen, and it looks like she gave in first. Again. Closing her phone, Aibreann gets up from her couch and walks over to the sink. Adjusting the large shirt that's practically a tunic dress on her, she's about to start another project. However, her phone vibrates in her hand. Glancing at the notification, she shakes her head.

✉ > ✿ Yukari ✿: Don't overwork yourself. I don't want to....

She doesn't even have to open it to know the rest of the message. Setting the bottle down, the water soon after, she replies after fully reading it.

✉ < ✿ Yukari ✿: I'm not going to. I still got you to take care of when you stop by.

✉ < ✿ Yukari ✿: I'm going on a run. Take care, or else!

Closing her phone once more, she slides it in her pocket. However, today wasn't a run day. A small smirk curls on her face as she puts up her hair, fingers brushing over the choker she wears everyday.

"He better not come in when I'm in the middle this time!"

Encouragement aside, she begins to move around the kitchen. Gathering ingredients that would later be their dinner. She's even donned an apron, not wanting to get his shirt covered in flour.

Again.

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... Is she allowed to be in this place? The warmth of the walls surround her tense frame. A man stands in the kitchen, baking and seemingly busy with dinner. Yet, he doesn't even look up when he notices that something's off.

It's been a few months since she moved into her father's. With the help of Kaythrin, she was able to leave Aunt Maria's. The young girl had tried to escape a few times, but never truly left the house. There were lingering feelings of distrust, but progress was already beginning to bloom.

"Aibreann, would you come here for a moment?"

Her shoulders stiffened, then relaxed by force. Without saying anything in reply to the question, she walks over to island. Upon the surface are pieces of apples cut into stars. Flour covered the countertop space. What appeared to be other fruits also cut into stars and pieces of pastry rested comfortably.

"Yes?"

Her voice is soft still. Hidden pain rests in Gaétan's eyes; How it becomes hidden so quickly by a playful grin is unreal.

"Look up for a minute for me."

He's calm with her; Patience is everything. Auburn hair begins to move as she does as asked. What comes to her attention is the flour-covered hand ruffling her head. She's taken aback, but the baking-covered assault continues. Her hands come up, attempting to stop him when a piece of sugar-dusted dough comes at her face. It lands perfectly on her cheek, and Aibreann squeaks in protest. What Gaétan didn't expect was her to have a challenging mindset, One very much like himself, actually.

"C'mere!"

The fear and worry is drifted away as she places her hand on the counter and tries to get him back. Flour begins to get tossed up in the air, and laughter can be heard from her father as he moves around with ease. The young child, beginning to be huffy, continues anyway. She'll get him! She'll get him good!!

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A half hour passes, and the sound of an oven goes off. The two of them are drawn out of their mini bake off, covered in more flour than what's recommended for the toughest of pies. Their faces covered in the stuff, too; Or was it sugar? Aibreann fell for a trap, stuck inside of his arms and was being tickled when the alarm went off. They both stare at it, frowning.

"Already?"

"For now. We can have a round two -- should you dare."

"Are you wanting to loose again so quickly?"

Laughter fills the room once more.

"For an eleven year-old, you're already speaking like a teenager. You're breaking my heart!"

[pseudomonacarriea]

“Do you like that, Bri-chan?”

There's a melodic hum to Yukari's voice as per usual, thought it's admittedly an octave lower than the normal tone. Gloved fingers casually and thoughtfully running across her skin and mapping her body out for the umpteenth time, he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

"I can do more, if you let me."

SMUT PROMPT LIST -- Not Accepting -- @nishikinomai

At this point, this is where she'd stop him. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his fingers. He knew about her hesitance, and even so, he's been kind when she finally puts the breaks on. With each instance, she feels more comfortable, yet there's always something stopping her.

Today she doesn't; letting his hands wander to where they wish to go. A soft chuckle, lightless as she leans against him answers his question.

"Perhaps-"

That's new; just like how she raises her hand, brushing fingers through violet and blue hair. All the while, Aibreann tries to bite back the warmth on her cheeks.

"I'm in your care, a rúnsearc ( beloved )."

Finally, she gently tugs his hands off, only to adjust them behind her as she turns around in his grasp. Despite how tall she is for women her age, she has to stretch her legs to bring her face closer to Yukari's. Hands resting on his shoulders, her lips press against his in a short, yet meaningful kiss.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Should Bri do as his little text message requested, that she come to the Shizume City planetarium and simply claim that she's with him--The girl will find that the place is completely empty save for them, and that there's a picnic blanket in the center with some of her favorite foods and drinks already set out. There's a few constellations up in the 'heavens' that shouldn't be there, but Yukari's already happy to explain. After all, he's already seated without his usual leather coat and quite pleased with himself and motioning for her to come over.

"Happy birthday, Bri-chan--We have the place to ourselves for the whole day and evening, so let's enjoy it."

Happy Birthday Aibreann! -- Accepting during the week of the 6th -- @nishikinomai

It doesn't take her long after the message to arrive. Excitement but also a bit of uncertainty when she comes to the front door. The receptionist begins to speak, saying that they're closed, but when Aibreann states that she's with Yukari a sudden change comes to the air around them. Instead, she's lead inside and towards the center of the large dome. Upon the realization of the constellations that are upon the sky -- with Delphinus being the first one she sees. Peridots light up, standing in the doorway.

"Happy birthday, Bri-chan--We have the place to ourselves for the whole day and evening, so let's enjoy it."

Her head turns to her boyfriend, a little bewildered hiding in her eyes. It's not a moment later that a smile comes to her face, shaking her head a bit. She should of expected something like this, but when he said he was going to be gone much earlier than normal, she thought nothing of it.

"You didn't have to do this." She says, coming closer. Moving to join him, sitting right beside him and leans over to give him ma kiss on the cheek. She then notices the array of food. Did he really go all out this? ( Did she really have to ask herself that? ) The smile on her face grows widely.

"Thank you, Yukari." Now she's curious -- just what did he do to obtain private access to the planetarium?

[pseudomonacarriea]

Gaétan @ anyone who dates Aibreann:

“Please take care of her. She’s a wildfire like her Mam. And y’know how Galway girls are.“

Aibreann in the background:

“Athair!!!“