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mathmusicreading · 1 year ago

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@yummysuika @ospreywhite I really appreciate your translation work; can you explain more about shichen timekeeping to me? Because I know a tiny bit of modern Mandarin Chinese, but I can't recognize the shichens as the zodiac animals:

Zi (I don't know "rat", so I actually can't make any argument here.)

Chou (I don't know "ox", but I reasonably could have expected "niu" for "cow".)

Yin (I know "tiger" as "hu".)

Mao (I don't know "rabbit", but to me "mao" is "cat".)

Chen (I know "dragon" as "long".)

Si (I don't know "snake", but now I find it interesting that it sounds like death, like snakes could be seen as evil in Chinese culture similar to how they are seen in the Christian world.)

Wu (I know "horse" as "ma".)

Wei (I know "sheep/goat" as "yang".)

Shen (I don't know "monkey", but I would have expected "Sun" or "Wu" or "Kong" because of "Monkey King".)

You (I know "rooster/chicken" as " ji".)

Xu (I know "dog" as "gou".)

Hai (I don't know "pig/boar" unless "pork" and "pig" are the same "siu".)

I tried asking my parents, but they just starting talking about how the Chinese zodiac is actually a 60-year cycle with the 12 animals and the 5 elements. So are these shichen names the "Pre-Han dynasty semi-descriptive terms"? Is it kind of like the difference between "midday" and "noon" in English? The former is a "descriptor", the latter is a "name", but they "mean" the same thing?

(I tried checking the etymology for "noon" on dictionary.com, so to be fair "ninth hour" is a descriptor, but in Modern English it's not really recognizable as such and so for the sake of my shichen question, I'm calling "noon" a "name".)

Or is this another language/dialect or due to the evolution of language (changing words and pronunciations)?

I was also looking up the Dragon Boat Festival being on the unluckiest day of the year, and it says, "The Chinese name of the festival is pronounced differently in different Chinese languages. Duanwu (端午) literally means 'starting horse'—i.e., the first "horse day" of the month according to the Chinese zodiac." so I was able to get the exact character for "wu". I think it's interesting that Wikipedia says "literally ... horse" but putting 午 into Google Translate yields "midday, noonday, seventh earthly branch, 11 a.m.-1 p.m." It's unfortunate that Wikipedia only says "different Chinese languages" for "Duanwu" instead of specifying them or time periods, but I appreciate it listing different romanizations by country for Cantonese.

Would you say there's any pattern to Chinese writers or English translators using the above terms vs. using "hour/time/head/body/tail of the (insert zodiac animal here)"? Like if one sounds better for a historical fantasy setting, or choosing to use the pinyin in English instead of translating to not be translating literally? ETA: I should have gotten onto a computer sooner. I asked my parents and then you guys because searching "shichen" in Wikipedia just resulted in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_units_of_measurement. But further digging took me to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traditional_Chinese_timekeeping. I'll probably get answers there (Maybe I'll even be able to explain to my dad why he was thinking of ten stems and not matching mathematically with "60 is from 12 times 5, not 10 times 6" when he was trying to lecture on the 60-year cycle for the Chinese zodiac, lol.), so my apologies for bothering you. I'd still appreciate your thoughts on what was formerly the last paragraph about writing and translation choices!

#Chinese #Mandarin #language #writing #translation #timekeeping #shichens #Chinese zodiac #I think language is so cool and I am loving applying my interest to Chinese #Step aside English and Spanish and other Western languages #Also I am sadder for my parents that I haven't learned either of their dialects and I'm wondering about dialects dying out in China like ho #foreign languages die out in diaspora as immigrant generations increase #or like the formal eradication and reintroduction of languages like Hebrew and Welsh #Also me trying to flex my minimal Mandarin skills while reading needs to be taken with a grain of salt #I know just enough to hang myself (if even that much)#It's one thing to infer from context that a cardinal direction or number was untranslated in a name #But I was so wrong trying to figure out “Ballad of Sword and Wine” vs “Qiang Jin Jiu”#I was like I don't know “ballad” but “sing/song” is “chang/chang ge” so maybe the lower vocab word is used for multiple words and/or change #pronunciation slightly or the higher vocab word happens to be similar in pronunciation #maybe “jin” is a different spelling/pronunciation for “sword” as “jian” and of course “jiu” is “wine/alcohol”#But no when I did more digging and found fan translation notes and the Chinese characters even though the fan translation is gone #it turns out the English title is a figurative/interpretive title translation instead of a literal one #When I have the spoons I should retry finding the Chinese Wikipedia page for Li Bai's poem and plugging the poem into Google Translate #and attempting poetry analysis. I'm already having Thoughts about the title and the first book #not even the whole story #isn't available #I just love books so much and it's so cool how someone chooses the title for a story

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antinousletmehit · 4 months ago

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Apollo and his lover got into an argument which he regrets deeply but reader is very mad at him and won't forgive him easily.The whole Olympus tries to get them together because they're fed up with Apollo's sad love poets and songs.

୨୧┇Apollo x reader

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The great halls of Olympus were rarely silent. Gods bickered, muses sang, and the sound of nectar filled goblets clinking together echoed endlessly. But this particular week had been… different. It wasn’t the usual chorus of divine rivalry that filled the air. Instead, a melancholic voice, rich and golden, reverberated through the celestial mount, dragging everyone down with its relentless woe.

Apollo was heartbroken.

He sat on the steps of his golden temple, his lyre in hand, his head bowed as he sang yet another mournful ballad about his lover. She had refused to speak to him after a bitter argument, one involving—according to Hermes, who’d gleefully eavesdropped—a misunderstanding about Apollo’s ego and her need for space.

“I burn brighter than the sun itself,

But her light I cannot see.

Oh, cruel fates, to steal her love,

And leave her silence haunting me…”

“By the Styx, someone make him stop!” Hera groaned, massaging her temples as Apollo’s lament drifted into the great hall. “He’s been singing that same verse for three days straight.”

“And it’s getting worse,” Ares grumbled, leaning against his spear. “I’m this close to starting a war just to drown him out.”

Hestia, ever the voice of reason, frowned. “We can’t let him continue like this. He’s hurting.”

“And we’re suffering,” Poseidon interrupted, shaking his trident for emphasis. “Even my sea nymphs are complaining about hearing his sobs through the waves. My ocean, for gods’ sake.”

“Alright, everyone,” Athena said, standing up and raising a hand to silence the growing complaints. “Apollo’s our brother. He needs help. Instead of whining, let’s figure out how to fix this.”

“Fix it?” Hermes snorted, lounging on the armrest of her throne. “Good luck. The only thing that will shut him up is making up with his lover, and she won’t even look at him.”

Zeus, seated at the head of the hall, finally spoke. “Then we’ll have to make her listen.”

All eyes turned to him, surprise flickering across their faces. It wasn’t often that the King of the Gods intervened in romantic squabbles, but it was clear that even Zeus couldn’t endure another hour of Apollo’s sob songs.

“Who agrees?” Zeus asked, raising a commanding brow. One by one, every god and goddess in the room nodded. For once in their immortal lives, Olympus was united.

———-

The plan was set into motion that very evening. Each god took on a task, pooling their talents to create an elaborate display of apology that Apollo could deliver to his lover.

Aphrodite crafted a wreath of the finest roses, their petals shimmering like rubies under the starlight. “No mortal or immortal can resist the charm of my flowers,” she said smugly, twirling one between her fingers. Hephaestus forged a delicate necklace of golden threads, inlaid with tiny opals that shimmered with every color of the sky. Hermes wrote a letter, overflowing with poetic charm, and tucked it into a golden envelope. “This will sweep her off her feet,” he said, grinning. “No offense to Apollo, but I’ve got more flair for words.”

Even Dionysus contributed, brewing a wine so sweet and rich that a single sip could soothe the angriest heart. “Pair it with the necklace, and she’ll be wrapped around his finger,” he joked, handing the flask to Hera. Meanwhile, Athena and Artemis tried to coax Apollo into proper behavior. Artemis, his twin sister, stood before him with her arms crossed. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said bluntly. “If you want her back, stop singing about how miserable you are and do something about it.”

Apollo looked up from his lyre, his face streaked with golden tears. “But what if she doesn’t forgive me? What if I’ve lost her forever?” Athena placed a hand on his shoulder. “She loves you, Apollo. That doesn’t vanish overnight. But love requires effort, not just poetry. Show her you’re willing.”

For the first time in days, Apollo nodded, determination flickering in his sun bright eyes.

The following day, Apollo, armed with the gifts and a newfound resolve, approached his lover’s dwelling. The other gods watched from afar, peering through enchanted pools and reflective clouds, each silently praying their efforts would end the wailing. Apollo took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When she opened it, her expression was guarded, her gaze flicking to the bouquet, the necklace, and the letter clutched in his trembling hands.

“What do you want, Apollo?” she asked, her voice cool.

“I want to say I’m sorry,” he began, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you. I’ve spent days singing about how much I miss you, but Athena reminded me that words mean nothing without action. So I’m here.”

She studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. Back in the halls of Olympus, the gods watched as Apollo disappeared inside her home.

“Do you think it worked?” Hermes asked.

Artemis smirked, her arms crossed. “If it didn’t, he’ll be back here wailing in an hour.”

But the hour passed, and there was no wailing. Then another hour. And another.

At last, Zeus leaned back in his throne, a satisfied grin on his face. “Finally.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, peace returned to Olympus. And while they’d never admit it, the gods secretly congratulated themselves on the success of their rare, united effort.

#epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #apollo epic the musical #apollo x reader #apollo #greek mythology x reader #greek mythology

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himasgod · 4 months ago

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How would they spend New Year's Eve with you?

Characters: Tartaglia, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Albedo, Rosaria, Razor Barbara, Eula, Zhongli, Xiao, Yanfei, Keqing, Chongyun, Beidou, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Raiden Ei, Itto, Shinobu, Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Furina, Lyney.

(Happy New Year everyone! I hope all your resolutions come true and that you have a great New Year with your loved ones! Enjoy this, should I do a part 2 with the characters I have left?)

Tartaglia

Childe would invite you to spend New Year's with his family at Snezhnaya. He would want you to experience the warmth of his home, despite the cold outside.

His siblings would be excited to meet you and would share laughs as Childe tries to cook something special (and probably needs help).

At midnight, he would take you outside to watch the snow fall under the lights of the lanterns, holding you close as he whispers, "Making you happy is my greatest achievement this year and all those to come."

Diluc

Diluc would prefer an intimate celebration at Dawn Winery. He would prepare an elegant dinner with fresh ingredients from the region, serving specially selected wine from his cellar.

At midnight, he would take you out onto the balcony to watch the fireworks that the Knights of Favonius organize in the city.

Though he doesn't say it openly, he would make a toast with you, his words laden with sincerity and affection. "To you, and to all the good things that await us this year."

Kaeya

Kaeya would insist on taking you to a party at the tavern. He would want you to enjoy the lively atmosphere and laughter.

Just before midnight, he would pull you away from the hustle and bustle to walk together under the moonlight. "I want to start the year with you by my side," he would tell you with his charming smile.

He would probably steal a kiss from you just as the clock strikes twelve.

Venti

Venti would host an outdoor celebration, complete with music and poetry. He would bring his lyre to play songs as the wind carries his melody throughout Mondstadt.

He would dedicate an improvised ballad to you, telling of the special moments you've shared.

At midnight, he would take your hand and dance under the starry sky.

Albedo

Albedo would prefer a quiet celebration at Dragonspine, showing you the wonders of the winter landscape. He would prepare a warm spot in his lab spot to share a simple yet special dinner.

As a gift, he would give you a painting he made especially for you, capturing a meaningful moment you two shared during the year.

At midnight, as the aurora lights up the sky, he would tell you, “The time we shared is a masterpiece I don’t want to stop painting.”

Rosaria

Rosaria wouldn't be the type to celebrate loudly, but she'd agree to spend New Year's with you if it meant some quiet time.

She'd probably take you to church to light candles and reflect on the year that's passed. Afterward, she'd invite you to walk the silent streets under the snow.

At midnight, as the world seems to freeze in stillness, she'd look at you softly. "I'm not good with words, but you make every day worthwhile."

Razor

Razor would prefer something simple but meaningful. He would take you into the woods of Wolvendom, where he would light a small fire to keep you both warm.

He would share roast meat with you and talk about how he sees the new year as just another cycle in nature.

At midnight, with a shy smile, he would say, "Thank you for being my lupical. I will always take care of you."

Barbara

Barbara would host a quiet evening at the cathedral, singing a special song for you as candles lit the place.

Afterwards, you would walk together through Mondstadt decorated for the occasion, enjoying sweets and watching the fireworks from a nearby hill.

At midnight, with rosy cheeks, she would take your hand. "I promise that this year I will sing more songs that make you happy."

Eula

Eula would take you out to a fancy dinner, making sure everything is perfect for you. Even though she might not admit it openly, New Year's is a chance to show you how much she values you.

Afterwards, she would take you ice skating under the starlight, gently guiding you even though her face shows a slight shyness.

At midnight, she would look directly at you and say firmly, "This year, I want to give you back all the happiness you've given me."

Zhongli

Zhongli would plan a traditional celebration in a quiet place, such as the lantern-lit harbor. He would make a special tea and tell you stories about the ancient New Year traditions in Liyue.

He would hold a small ceremony, writing wishes on red paper and burning them so that the smoke would carry his words to the heavens.

At the stroke of midnight, he would take your hand and look deeply into your eyes. “Thank you for being my companion on this long road.”

Xiao

Xiao wouldn't be quite sure how to celebrate, but he would agree to spend the New Year with you because he values your company more than he admits.

He would take you to a high place, like the Wangshu Inn, so you could enjoy the fireworks away from the noise.

Even though he might not be the most expressive, his actions would speak for him. "I will protect you this year, as I have done so far," he would say with a slight smile.

Keqing

Keqing would be busy organizing events in Liyue, but she would find time to spend the night with you.

She would take you around the lantern-lit streets and buy little lucky charms to share with you.

At midnight, she would allow herself to relax and confess to you how much she values your support. “This year will be better because you are by my side.”

Chongyun

Chongyun would invite you to spend a New Year filled with quiet activities to avoid getting emotionally overheated. Maybe he'd take you to a serene place near Liyue where you could enjoy the winter scenery.

He'd make you a refreshing dessert to share, probably something he learned especially for you.

At midnight, though shy, he'd take your hand and look at you with sincerity. "I hope this year we'll continue to share moments like this… with you everything feels more balanced."

Yanfei

Yanfei, ever practical, would make sure you had everything ready to start the new year off right, even checking your contracts or reminding you to burn incense for good fortune.

You would spend the night wandering around Liyue Harbor, enjoying the fireworks and eating street snacks.

At midnight, she would give you a small amulet she made herself and smile at you. “It’s so that justice and happiness will always accompany you this year.”

Beidou

Beidou would host a party aboard the ship, inviting her crew and close friends. The night would be filled with laughter, stories, and songs as they sailed under the stars.

SHe would challenge you to a friendly drinking competition, but she would also make sure you were comfortable and happy.

At midnight, as fireworks lit up the sky, she would take you to the bow of the ship, wrapping you in her cloak. "With each passing year, I have more reasons to love you!"

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato would host a fancy dinner party at the Kamisato Mansion, making sure everything was perfect. He would invite Ayaka over for some family time before she retired so Ayato could be alone with you.

At midnight, he would take you out to the garden to enjoy a private fireworks display organized by the Yashiro Commission.

He would gently hold your hand and whisper, “I hope this year brings us both peace and happiness.”

Thoma

Thoma would surprise you with a warm and cozy celebration. He would cook your favorite dishes and decorate your house with Christmas decorations (even though it's not Christmas anymore) and handmade garlands.

He would insist on writing wishes for the coming year together, placing them on a decorated tree.

When midnight comes, he would hug you tenderly and thank you for making his life brighter.

Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha would prefer a quiet, poetic celebration. He would take you to a cliff where you can watch the sea lit up by fireworks.

He would bring a haiku he wrote especially for you, giving it to you as a gift.

As the sea breeze caresses your face, he would hold you close and whisper, "The wind will guide us to new horizons together."

Raiden Ei

Ei is not used to festivities, but she would strive to understand the importance of the New Year to you. She would take you to the plane of Euthymia for a quiet, private moment.

She would prepare a tea ceremony, practicing diligently so that everything would be perfect. As you share the tea, she would talk about what it means to her to have you in her life.

At midnight, she would take your hand and promise to protect the time you share, saying, "You are a constant light in my eternity."

Arataki Itto

Itto would host a boisterous celebration with his gang members, insisting that New Year's must be an unforgettable party.

He'd set up ridiculous games and challenges for everyone, making sure you'd have fun (though he'd probably take winning too seriously).

At midnight, he'd pull everyone aside and take you to a quiet corner. "Hey, you're the reason this year was the best of my life! Let's smash it together this year too!"

Kuki Shinobu

Shinobu would make sure Itto didn't go overboard, but she would also find time to celebrate with you in her own way.

She would probably take you to a nearby shrine to make wishes for the coming year, helping you write them down on little ema wooden tablets.

At the end of the night, as you two walked home, she would say something like, "Thank you for being my constant amidst all the chaos. I'm sure this year will be amazing because you'll be with me."

Alhaitham

Alhaitham would plan a relaxing evening at home, reading and sharing your favorite books. He would make an effort to cook something special, though he might ask for help if he's unsure of his culinary skills.

At midnight, he would make a simple but honest toast, saying something like, "A new year of learning and growing together."

Although he may be reserved, he would show you his affection with small gestures, like lacing his fingers with yours while you talk.

Cyno

Cyno would propose a New Year filled with games and pranks. Maybe he would even invent a TCG to celebrate the occasion.

Just before midnight, he would look at you with a mix of seriousness and affection, promising that he will always be there to protect you.

Although he is someone who is reserved with his emotions, his actions would show how much he values you.

Tighnari

Tighnari would prefer a quiet celebration in nature, taking you to a special corner of the Avidya forest to gaze at the stars.

He would share with you curiosities about how plants react to the change of year, showing you night-blooming flowers that only open at this time.

As midnight came, he would wrap you in a warm blanket and say, "Though nature's cycles change, my affection for you remains constant."

Neuvillette

Neuvillette would prepare a serene evening in his home, where you can enjoy the tranquility of the water flowing nearby. He would serve you an exquisite tea accompanied by traditional sweets.

At midnight, he would take you to the balcony to watch the lights reflecting in Fontaine water.

He would dedicate to you some soft but meaningful words. "The flow of time seems more bearable when I am with you."

Wriothesley

Wriothesley would arrange something more relaxed but full of detail. Perhaps a walk through the less cold areas of Fontaine or a dinner prepared with simple but well-crafted ingredients

He would surprise you with a small gift, something meaningful that shows how well he knows you.

At midnight, he would hold you tightly, whispering in your ear: "You are the best of this and every year."

Lyney

Lyney would make the New Year an unforgettable spectacle, organizing a private magic show just for you. Each trick would be filled with little details that represent his affection.

He would surprise you with a gift hidden in one of his tricks, perhaps a necklace or a handwritten letter with his deepest thoughts.

When the clock strikes twelve, he would gently take your hands and say, "With you, every year seems like a magical act of fate."

Furina

Furina would turn New Year's into a dramatic, extravagant event. She would throw a themed party in her (and your) honor, making sure everything was perfect.

She would insist that you both dress in fancy outfits, saying that you both must be the center of attention.

At midnight, when fireworks light up Fontaine, she would take your face in her hands and say, "See? We are the brightest couple of this year and of all those to come."

Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request, they're opened and would help me so much! <3

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berriblossom · 7 months ago

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Oh, Great Divine!

☆| It's time for a SAGAU, more so a comforting one. Reader's gender is ambiguous and gender neutral, archons adore reader, in this sense the Nahida tag is platonic!|

☆ Tags/warnings! | Socially Aware Genshin AU, archons and people of Teyvat treat the reader as a god or heavenly figure, religious references (cathedral of Mondstat and Narukami/ Sangonomiya Shrines of Inazuma) some minor lore for reader, Reader is referred to as "Their Grace" or "My/Your Grace" and "The Great Divine" ALL PORTRAYALS ARE FICTIONAL!! anyway, enjoy.|

Within the lands or nations of Teyvat, for centuries the practice of worshipping an Archon was beyond common, more so for those who wish not to believe in spiritual practices concerning the gods of each element are more on the rare side to find. However even if such existed, there was one thing to never be doubted within the lands of Teyvat.

The Great Divine's presence over mortals and immortals alike.

The creation of Teyvat in many national mythos credits the sole ideas and creation to the Great Divine. Even the archons and the sources of their celestial names were blessed upon them by their divine grace. Depending on which nation you visit, some may say that their archon is specifically blessed by their grace.

In Mondstat, the nation of wind, song, freedom, wine, and bard's ballads, once every 100 years they celebrate the freedom blessed to them by Barbatos and the Great Divine. A tradition stretching for the last millennial to show the love and deeply routed affection given by its people and archon. Yes, Barbatos, or now the "drunken" bard known as Venti among his people. Every festival of a "New Eve" as they call it, is another 100 years for him to show his affection for his beloved divine. Despite his defiance to Celestia and the natural order placed after your departure, he still fully believes in your care and love for humans and archons alike. To Venti, whispering to the wind like he did with you thousands of years prior, even in his wind-spirit form. You'd sit together where now the great tree at Windrise and speak about the future of Teyvat, something despite having the authority over you simply spoke to him as:

"For what will come, Your nation will prosper and learn the true meaning of freedom and song..."

So to this day, he sits under that tree and thinks of the years since, missing your warmth from curling up in your hands as a wind spirit to laughing and humming beside you in his divine form. He has seen it for the last few hundred years, the art, songs, plays, books, and even food and weapons made in your name, and every hundred years he repeats the same. A small prayer from his soul is whispered into the wind as he tells his deep care and love for his dear grace. And the people of Mondstat no different, all gather at the great Cathedral and warmly sing about the Great Divine and Lord Barbatos as they place to wine, food, and gifts at the altar of your image. When alone Venti will sneak in and sit under your statue, missing the warmth of your hands but relishing the love in your image.

In Liyue, the nation of Geo, contracts, and the adepti, the greats divines are influenced by the first contract Rex Lapis made with them over 7000 years ago, even before Liyue was a fully combined nation. Zhongli remembers the conversation you two had, sharing a simple game of wit and tea. Then he was immature to your influence and power but now he relishes in it. Proudly in his vast historical knowledge, preaching his love and the power the great divine holds. How you could shape the sea with a flick of your wrist, how you've created mountains from your fingertips, how your vast knowledge is spread throughout teyvat as a bible to be studied and read over and over again. But mostly what he and all of Liyue celebrate is the contractable care and affection you give him and the people of Liyue.

This time around Liyue is a time spent every hundred of years a new eve of dawn as it is called, one Zhongli and his fellow adepti never get tired of. A time to give gifts of care to neighbors, friends, and even coworkers in the busy harbor. Even the Northland Bank celebrates by lowering interest on loans!

(But only for this amount of time and by the next New Eve of Dawn the Interest WILL reset)

But mainly it is a way to give worship to the Great Divine and their trust in Rex Lapis and his Adepti to protect and serve Liyue. Everything Zhongli has done was for your gratitude and divine love. So when a New Eve comes, he sits anywhere in Liyue, the mountains, hills, somewhere to overlook the harbor, and enjoys a warm cup of tea. Your favorite while imagining your smile as you talk, the games you'd two play. He watches his disciples and Apeti celebrate with gifts, food, and songs at your altar set around Liyue. He sips his tea and awaits your fated return, happy to share more memories and stories with you.

Within the land of Eternity, formerly transcience, Inazuma's style of celebration differs slightly from some nations. The Grand Narukami Shrine would hold a private ceremony, cleansing the sacred Sakura tree and your statue underneath, barhing the precious stone engravings with crisp clean water. Meanwhile the people if Inazuma would be celebrating on their own occasions, firewroks light into the clear sky, dancing ceremonies at the teahouse fill with guest.

However, the new electro archon herself sits alone at the top of Tebshukaku. Quietly walking down memeory lane in her mind. For the last five centuries of the New Eve of Dawn celebration, she'd sit in her space of Euthymia alone in solitude quietly sulking at the idea of your everlasting figure. How her and Makoto would chat down the lane of inazuma speaking about plans of you, speaking of your visions of the nation of electro, Makoto laughing at how embarrassed Ei used to be around you and your divinity. Now Ei smiles solemnly..

She knows now that she as archon must take the mantle, for in your teachings that it the goal of the heavenly principles you've left. Fated to return, she prays that you'd come to her first. She dreams and imagines in her meditations within her quiet Euthymia that you'd hold her. That her loneliness would be cured indefinitely. But for now she waits, with a plate of dango and some ofdly colored tea, shit eats alone as the fireworks set off atop Narukami island, she whispers a promise to herself and her nation on your honor.

"For it will be fate...my grace...you shall return to us...to eternity...we shall be reunited."

Far off in the lands of eternity, however, the island that formed the resistance sings and dances around the bonfire, the resistance army of Sangonomiya and Watatsumi laugh as they praise the late OmiKami, or the serpent god Orobashi. The fire dances as troops tell stories, shrine maidens sing and laugh, and her priestess sits while holding a book. She smiles softly. Kokomi looks above at the horizon and sees the corpse of their late god, she wishes silently to herself and for her ancestors to below the sea. That once the great spirit of life and forefather of the vishaps would return to bring life to the benevolent serpent. But for now, she sits alongside Gorou as they watch the troops enjoy the holiday.

Within Sumeru, however, and alongside it, Fontaine...the New Eve of Dawn has been on the academic calendar differently, which is how some older nations react. For those in the rainforest, it is a blessing of Lessor Lords Kusanali's birth. For the dessert, it is the bringing of a new promise for the scarlet sand kings doubted return. Within the nation of dendro, it is a holiday of now academic activities, no scholars shrouded in work, but a day off. The people worship by their own will and sit in taverns, bars, and cafes to drink mereily while chatting with friends. Some visit your altar within the Akademiya, and others pray at home.

Nahida sits on a branch of the great tree that houses the knowledge many wish to obtain, in her hands an ancient seed of fate, she herself has no memory or knowledge of where it came but holds ot and teasures its existence. For she has a kindling that it is tied to this divine spirit that is expected to awaken. From her small conversation with Apep, the seed is treasured. Hence, she holds it and feeds the growing plant bits of dendro elemental energy. She sighs as she watches the sun set and the cheers from the streets and grand bazars performances. Nilou must be dancing now, she thinks. She hums a small song while kicking her feet, her hands warm with caution. She may not know you yet, but she knows already... Your spirit and divine will watch for her and her nation. The goddess of wisdom has many questions for the great creator of this world, but for now, she just hums and sits happily, a great birthday gift indeed.

Meanwhile, in Fontaine, similarly, it is deemed a weekend off of work. Many go home, some go to the Opera to catch performances of the holiday, others read tabloids of the steambird that some random person in the court has the great divine in their basment all along. All fiction truthfully. Furina reads her book as she makes another plate of pasta macaroni. For the occasion, she bought extra special ragau to taste amazing. She dances around her kitchen listening to soft music. For years her mind would have doubted and even hated this day, anxious fears of disappointment and disapproval looks from her days as stabding archon. Would you have hated her? Did you think she failed fontaine and you? Was her a cursed human taking title of archon an insult to you? Furina had nightmares even of the prohecy and your return to see fontaine gone and underwater. But now, as the prophecy and fontaine were safe and out of fear, she ate and asked a good question this new century.

"What kind of pasta would their grace like..."

Soft rainfall drops onto the steps of the Palais Mermonia, the evening rain was forcasfed but welcomed, Neuvillette wrote on the papers softly, agreeing to a few celebratory events the Opera wanted to hold. Usually Lady Furina would be jumping for the task but here he was. Dread builded in his soul. This time of year brought many pains to Neuvillette.

A new century meant a new set of hundreds of years he gets to oulive humans, melusines maybe, but also the clock inches closer and closer to your return. Neuvillette spent early years of his lofe researching and discovering his species and kind for decades. Figuring that if you are the forefather and creator of vishaps and the sovereignty. Why was so many things done the way they were? Why ddi the power the gnosis and archons hold come from them? Why can't he understand your implications, even such his ancestors didn't wish to think against? What power do you hold and how did aid Fontaine in the end? He knew Focalor and Egeria spoke to you, even asking for forgiveness before your departure, so why? Neuvillette, places his pen downs and stands to look out the window of his office to look down at the streets of the Court of Fontaine, a glass of crisp water swirls in his hand. He sips slowly and sighs, coming to think.

"In this new century...please with it, may you come along too my grace."

In the nation of fire, victory, war and passion, raors could be heard from the stadium of flames as people of different tribes shouted and cheered the competitions down below. Surfing races, climbing achievements, conbat bouts, even break dancing competitions held. Mavuika sits at her throne above as her people cheer and celebrate, raising glasses, foods, gifts, and money even in your image. She slips away from the fesitivites to be alone in the speakers chambers, past the sacred flame, and into her personal get-away. Now empty, she stares at the famous wheel of the sun, Natlan has held for centuries, the same you blessed the first pyro archon with, as their rules of ruilibg were left in your favor. She smiles as she too holds her head high, similar to her ancestors before her.

She remebers before she was even archon, how her parents would tell stories of the Great divines influence, love, and power. That the spirit of victory belongs to the pyro archon yes, but the strength was given by you as well. She remembered your fave engraved in ancients temples and stones around Natlan and now some statues around the lands too. She knows too well her nation is blessed by your, not only for the peoples cheers and vitcories but the long-lasting stay they've had against the threat of the abyss thus far. Maybe when you return and ward off the abyssal threats for good, she top could ask something of you...for that she won't know until she sees you herself.

"Until we meet my grace...may your memeory burn eternal.. and your power live within my people."

-> Did i go overboard, yes...but eh...hoped you enjoy, and also i may make a small series out of this..who knows..

#genshin impact #berri bomb🍓#genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #acrhons #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #ei x reader #nahida x reader #furina x reader #Mavuika x reader #berri writes #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau

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eklaize · 27 days ago

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Book recs?

Hey capri community! I would love to hear some book recs from you! Setting: prefer fantasy/otherworldly/period over the real current world.

Gender doesn't really matter, there can be romance and spice (slowburn is always fun). Can have darker topics if done well.

Most importantly I really want to feel what the characters experience. Can be love/deep connection, fear/panic or whatever emotion but I want to gasp or laugh when reading… It's really hard to describe.

Pacat gave all that to me, but it's hard to find in other books so far. (Freya's A Marvellous Light was one of the ones that managed to do it, the second book less so tho, haven't read the third yet.)

So if anyone has a recommendation, please drop it in the comments. 👉👈 ----------------------------------------

EDIT: OMG thank you so much for all the recommendations! I compiled them in alphabetical order, so other people can refer to the list in case they need a recommendation as well:

A-Z (☑ read / ☐ not yet read /📜 currently reading)

☐ A Ballad for slayers & Monsters - Rita A Rubin ☐ A bone in his teeth - Kellen Graves ☐ A Gentleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - KJ Charles ☐ A Master of Djinn - P. Djeli Clark ☐ A Spear cuts through water - Simon Jimenez ☐ A Strange and Stubborn Endurance - Foz Meadows ☐ A taste of Gold and Iron - Alexandria Rowland ☐ All for the game - Nora Sakavic ☐ Angels & man - Nicolás Rafael ☐ Angels before man - Nicolás Rafael ☐ Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu -Tang Jiu Qing ☐ Beacon Hill Sorcerer series -Sheena Jolie ☐ Blood Over Bright Haven - M. L. Wang ☐ Crier's War - Nina Varela ☑ Dark Rise - C.S.Pacat ☐ Glitterland - Alexis Hall ☐ Heaven Official's Blessing Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☐ Iron Breakers Trilogy - Zaya Feli ☐ Long Live Evil - Sarah Rees Brennan ☐ Lymond Chronicles - Dorothy Dunnett ☐ Iron Widow - Xiran Jay Zhao ☐ Murderbot Series - Martha Wells ☐ Nightrunner Series - Lynn Flewelling ☐ of Knights and Books - Rita A Rubin ☐ Parasol Protectorate - Gail Carriger ☑ Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon ☐ Realm of the Elderlings/Farseer Trilogy - Robin Hobb ☐ Reforged - Seth Haddon ☐ Scum villain's self saving system - Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☐ Shades of Magic -V.E. Schwab ☐ Silver Blood - TL Morgan ☐ Simon Snow Trilogy - Rainbow Rowell ☐ Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo ☐ Skulduggery pleasant - Derek Handy ☑ Something Human - AJ Demas ☑ Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller ☐ Song of the bullrider - Alex "Muun" Singer ☐ Swordcrossed -Freya Marske ☐ The Alexander Trilogy - Mary Renault ☐ The Binding - Bridget Collins ☐ The Crossroads trilogy - Kate Elliott ☐ The Darkness Outside Us - Eliot Schrefer ☐ The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison ☐ The Grandmaster of demonic cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi) - Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☑ The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee ☐ The Hair Carpet Weavers Andreas Eschenbach ☐ The Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard ☐ The husky and his white cat - Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou (check TW) ☐ The Hyperion Cantos - Dan Simmons ☑ The Last Binding Trilogy - Freya Marske ☐ The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin ☐ The Magpie Ballads- Vale Aida ☐ The Magpie Lord Series- Kj Charles ☐ The Queen's thief - Megan Whalen Turner ☐ The Queer Principles of Kitt Webb - Cat Sebastian ☐ The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater 📜 The Rifter Series - Ginn Hale ☐ The Scottish Boy - Alex de Campi ☑ The Tarot Sequence Series - K.D. Edwards (check TW) ☐ The Traitor Baru Cormorant -Seth Dickinson ☐ The Winner's Curse - Marie Rutkoski ☐ Tiger, Tiger - Petra Erika Nordlund (Webcomic) ☐ Will Darling Adventures - KJ Charles ☑ Winter’s orbit - Everina Maxwell ☐ Untamed - Anna Cowan

#captive prince #book recommendations

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tiresomespaceplant · 5 months ago

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venti lore stuff i like to think about a lot bc brainrot <3

he's good buds with morax and they play catch with mountains sometimes [teapot landforms descriptions]

he was made into an archon by andrius, who gave up the title because he saw how much venti loved humanity and saw that he'd do better than he would. i love this because he was never destined to be a god, just a wind wisp who wanted to do good

despite being the god of freedom, he is eternally bound to his role of being an archon and looking after his people and his nation

however, despite being an absent god at that, monstadt lives up to it's name of being the city of freedom thanks to him

some people who worship him thinks that drinking is bad yet their god is a drunkard and downs 37 bottles of wine on the reg

he terraformed the whole of mondstadt, reduced pilos' peak (the highest mountain in teyvat at the time) to musk reef (a small island in the ocean), led his people to new land to remake their city better, and then went to sleep for 1000 years???????? Honestly i get it

when he saw how self sufficient his people are, he entrusted the freedom of his own people to themselves because he never wanted to become a tyrant -- which is super interesting as this realization took morax and ei a while to acknowledge

he's allergic to cats and he hates cheese

he says he knows every song from the past, present, and even the future. he's either a branch of or IS the god of time, in this essay i will

barbatos's past was recorded in books and epics but he, as a bard, decided to write ballads about his own mischief which came off as blasphemous to his devoted nuns... so he got kicked out of his own cathedral

the moment he became a god, he used his power to liken his image to his late friend so he could live out the dream of said nameless bard and roam the land outside old mondstadt

that said, it makes me think that the last sight he ever saw of his nameless bard friend was him dying no wonder he needs a drink or two when he decided to gain a corporeal form

he forged a treaty that said the old aristocrats sold mondstadt to the geo archon and liyue, only for the people to realize years later that it was fake and was only made to prank morax and overthrow the aristocracy LMAOO

in one of mona's voicelines, she tried getting a reading on 'that bard who sits around all day' only for venti to send a strong gust of wind at her so she wouldn't find out he was the anemo archon

xiao's voiceline about him implies he could play the flute, which leads me to believe he could play any instrument he wanted his hands on

venti's hobbies voiceline: "i like to drink! and i like the wind! if only there's such a thing like wind-brewed cider"

guys i might like venti idk tho

#edit 2024: i still love venti but i forgot i had these in my drafts bc i upgraded to having a whole google doc for this thank you god bless #i love reading all of the crumbs i could get #genshin impact #venti #genshin #genshin venti #putting this out there and admitting that i am a venti enthusiast (like it's not obvious enough)#mute me #long post #text

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myonelian · 5 months ago

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i did not know qjj had physical books published OMG

let’s just say im buying them (as soon im back from holiday) all and preordering them asap 🤞🏻🤞🏻

#qjj #qiang jin jiu #ballad of song and wine

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skylar-325 · 5 months ago

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Ten people I’d like to get to know better

tagged by @quiteboared

last song : Youth by Lee Know from Stray Kids

fav colour: lavender

last movie: Mufasa (watched it yesterday, ngl not the best movie very predictable T-T)

last book: Ballad of Sword and Wine book 3

last show: arcane season 2 (obsessed oh my god might start writing some jayvic to fill that hole in my heart like every other doomed yaoi )

sweet/spicy/savoury: spicy all the way and sometimes savoury. don’t like sweets at all

relationship status: forever one sided

last thing i googled: “side effects and treatment for a concussion” kim dokja be going through it

current obsession: where do i even begin T-T (orv, arcane, ouran high school host club,skk, qjj and link click) (consumption of art is my purpose in life)

looking forward to: i wanna say link click s3 but recent events make me a little scared to say that. let’s go with releasing this new fic i’ve been working on for a while. it’s a bit different from my usual work so i’m excited!

This was fun, thanks for tagging me!

Hope y’all don’t mind the tag, don’t feel pressured! @you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be, @lyrebirb , @why-i , @nelkey , @starlight-in-a-bottle , @convenientlybookish

#ask game

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eu-nicola · 5 months ago

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the ferrari couple

part 2

summary: when Charles signs with Ferrari, his life takes an unexpected turn when he falls in love with you "Princess Ferrari". Together both become the perfect couple, but behind public perfection, the pressure of your careers leads both in other ways

warnings: nothing

word counter: 4550

author's note: english is not my first language, this is a request from @pperlaaiy

Time kept moving forward, but the pain of the breakup remained palpable for both of them. No matter how hard they tried to pretend they had moved on, there were small actions, barely perceptible details, that betrayed them. These were unconscious gestures, habits they couldn’t abandon, memories that lingered in every corner of their lives. Although they never publicly admitted it, those signs were enough for the most observant to know the truth: they hadn’t gotten over each other.

The watch was one of the most meaningful gifts you had ever given Charles. You had given it to him in 2019, shortly after his first victory with Ferrari at Spa-Francorchamps. It was an exclusive model, with a black dial and red accents, the colors of the Scuderia. On the back, you had engraved the words: "Time is always on your side. With love, your princess."

At the time, Charles had proudly posted about it on his social media. "A special gift from someone special," he had written, along with a photo where the watch gleamed on his wrist as he held a Ferrari steering wheel.

After the breakup, fans noticed something: Charles still wore it. Not always, but often enough for it to be noticeable. Every time someone spotted him with the watch, speculation flared up again.

"Why does he still wear it?"

"It must mean something."

"He’s never forgotten her."

Although Charles never spoke about it, the watch became a silent reminder of you, something he carried with him in his most important moments. He wore it during his first victory in 2021 and in several key interviews, as if deep down, he couldn’t part with what it represented.

On your side, there was also an item you couldn’t let go of: the ring Charles gave you for your birthday. It was a delicate yet meaningful design, featuring a small diamond at the center surrounded by a white gold band. On the inside of the ring, Charles had engraved the phrase: "Always with you, through every turn."

He had given it to you during an intimate dinner in Monte Carlo, with a look that said everything words couldn’t. That ring became your favorite accessory, something you wore almost every day, even to official events.

After the breakup, you began wearing it less frequently, but it never disappeared entirely. Sometimes, it appeared in your photographs—a glimmer on your finger that fans never failed to notice.

"Is that the ring?"

"We know what you’re doing."

"This isn’t over—they still love each other."

Though you tried not to give it much importance, there were nights when you found yourself spinning the ring between your fingers, recalling the moment Charles had given it to you. It was as if the weight of its meaning wouldn’t let you fully let go.

Coincidences were another element that kept the connection alive, at least in the minds of the fans.

Once, Charles shared a photo on his social media of himself at a restaurant in Paris, dining with friends. Curiously, a few weeks later, you posted a picture at the same spot, seated next to a glass of wine. The comments exploded immediately:

"Did they go together?"

"This can’t be a coincidence."

"Please, get back together."

Another time, during an interview, Charles mentioned a song he had been listening to lately—a melancholic ballad about impossible love. A few days later, you shared the same song on your Instagram stories, accompanied by a simple rose emoji.

These were small things, barely details, but for those who closely followed your story, they were undeniable proof that the love was still there, buried under the weight of your new lives.

What baffled the fans the most was the silence. Despite the rumors, speculations, and direct questions, neither you nor Charles had spoken publicly about the breakup. When journalists tried to dig into it, you both elegantly dodged the questions.

On one occasion, during an interview on Italian television, you were asked directly:

"Your relationship with Charles Leclerc was much loved by the tifosi. Is there anything you’d like to share about that time?"

Your response was brief but full of meaning. "It was a beautiful chapter in my life, and I’ll always be grateful for it."

Charles faced a similar question during a Ferrari event. His answer was nearly identical: "I only have good memories. I’ll always admire her as a person."

That mutual respect, combined with the silence surrounding the details, only fed the mystery. It was as if you both were protecting something you still considered sacred.

Though you tried to move on, the past continued to haunt you. The events at Ferrari, the places you used to frequent, even the people who knew both of you became constant reminders of what you had shared.

There were nights when Charles found himself looking through old photos on his phone, remembering the days when everything felt perfect. And you, though you tried to focus on new projects and a new life, couldn’t ignore the moments when his absence felt like an unfillable void.

You decided enough was enough. You had tried to be strong, to stand tall while everything that once made you happy now felt like an open wound. But there was a limit, and yours came in a moment of absolute clarity: you could no longer bear to see him, especially when another woman was near him.

Though you never admitted it aloud, there was something heartbreaking about being at the Grands Prix—in the paddock that once felt like your second home—watching Charles move on with his life while you seemed stuck in the past. So, after much reflection, you made a decision you never imagined: you wouldn’t attend another Grand Prix, at least for a while.

The decision wasn’t easy. You had grown up in this world; motorsport was in your DNA. Since you were a child, you had accompanied your family to the most iconic circuits in the world. Monte Carlo, Monza, Silverstone… All those places were filled with happy memories, but now, they were also imbued with his presence.

What finally pushed you to make that decision was a moment you witnessed in the Monaco paddock—the Grand Prix that had always been special for both of you. You were standing near Ferrari’s motorhome, watching Charles from afar. It wasn’t something you consciously did, but your eyes always seemed to seek him out in the crowd.

This time, he wasn’t alone. A tall, elegant brunette stood by his side, laughing at something Charles had just said. His smile was easy, comfortable, as if he had already left behind the weight of what you had shared.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit. You tried to look away, convincing yourself it meant nothing, but the buzz of rumors in the paddock wouldn’t let you escape.

"Did you see Charles? He seems to be dating someone new."

"They look good together, don’t they?"

"It’s surprising she hasn’t said anything."

Those comments followed you throughout the entire weekend. And although you tried to keep your composure, the damage was done.

There was something even more painful than the images of Charles with someone else: the absolute silence between you two. No messages, no calls, not even a polite greeting at the events where you inevitably crossed paths.

It was as if everything you had shared had vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed. But you knew that wasn’t true. You knew it because the emptiness he left in your life was real, and it hurt.

There were moments when you wondered if he felt it too, if he ever thought of you the way you thought of him. But the distance between you was an unbreachable wall, and you didn’t have the strength to try to tear it down.

A week after the Monaco Grand Prix, you made the decision to step away from the world of Formula 1. Sitting in the living room of your apartment in Milan, you looked at your calendar filled with event invitations, meetings, and races, and felt an overwhelming need to disappear.

You sent an email to your team, asking them to rearrange your commitments. “For personal reasons,” you wrote, “I won’t be attending any more Grand Prix for the time being. Please ensure that my absence doesn’t affect Ferrari’s plans.”

It was a brief, almost cold email, but writing it was one of the hardest things you’d ever done.

Your absence didn’t go unnoticed. The paddock had always counted on you, not only as the ‘Ferrari princess’ but also as a key figure at events, someone who represented the brand’s history and legacy. Journalists immediately began speculating.

“Why did she stop attending?”

“Is it related to Charles?”

“Does this mean something changed at Ferrari?”

Charles noticed too, although he never said it out loud. During the first races without you, it felt strange not to see you. Even though you hadn’t spoken in months, there was something comforting about knowing you were there, somewhere around the circuit.

However, over time, he began to accept your absence as just another reality of his life. Or at least he tried to.

For you, the days away from the Grand Prix were both a relief and a torment. It was true that not seeing Charles helped soothe the more immediate emotions, but it didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him.

There were moments when you’d turn on the TV and watch race replays, trying to ignore the sting in your chest every time the camera lingered on his face. You watched the interviews, the celebrations, and wondered if you’d ever reach the point where you could see him without feeling shattered.

You buried yourself in work, in projects that kept you busy, but there was a void that nothing seemed to fill. You felt like a shadow of the person you once were, someone who used to shine on the very stages you now avoided.

Meanwhile, Charles thought that with time, he would get used to your absence. At first, he justified it as a logical necessity for both of you. He was sure that by distancing yourself, you could heal—and in some way, so could he. But the more days passed without you, the more aware he became of how difficult it was to move on.

He unconsciously looked for you in the places you used to frequent: in the paddock, in Ferrari’s VIP areas, even at the dinners after the races. At first, that emptiness was easy to ignore, masked by the excitement of racing and his contractual responsibilities with Ferrari. But with every victory, every defeat, every interview, your absence became a weight he couldn’t shake.

One night, while he was in his hotel room in Singapore after another long day at the circuit, Charles was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Social media was full of pictures of him, as always, but there was something about the apparent perfection of it all that made him feel... empty.

Without thinking too much, he opened your chat. The thread of messages between you was still there, untouched, as if it had been waiting.

The last message was from months ago, one you had sent shortly after the breakup. Brief but full of emotions you could never fully verbalize: “I hope you’re happy, Charles.”

He had tried to respond at the time, but the words never seemed right. That night, however, the silence became unbearable. Before he could second-guess himself, he typed:

Charles: Hi

The word felt strange, like an echo in the void. He stared at the screen, wondering if you had changed your number or if you would simply ignore him. It wasn’t long before the typing dots appeared.

You: Charles?

Reading your response made his chest tighten. There was a mix of surprise and emotion in that simple message. He hesitated for a moment but decided to continue.

Charles: Yeah, it’s me. I know it’s been a while… and I don’t know if I should even be messaging you, but I wanted to know how you’re doing

There was a moment of silence. He thought maybe you wouldn’t reply, but then your response came.

You: I wasn’t expecting this message, but I’m okay. And you?

Charles: I’ve been better… I think I miss you more than I should

His fingers trembled as he sent those words. It was the first time he had admitted something like that, even to himself.

You: Charles ...

You could feel your heart race as you read the message. You had spent months trying to ignore those feelings, convincing yourself that distance was for the best. But there he was, opening a door you thought was closed.

You: I miss you too, though I tried not to admit it

Charles: It’s not the same without you. Everything feels… empty

You: I know. I feel the same. That’s why I stopped going to the Grand Prix. I couldn’t bear it

The conversation they never had

From that moment on, the words began to flow. Both of you let out what you had been holding back for months.

Charles: I always wonder if we made the right decision. Sometimes I feel like I let you go too soon

You: I don’t know if it was right or not, but it hurt. It still hurts

Charles: Me too. Every time I’m in the paddock, I look for your face, even though I know you’re not there. It’s like a part of me still hopes you’ll show up somehow

You: I do the same… but from afar. I watch the races at home, and it hurts to see you and not be there

There was a pause. Neither of you knew how to move forward, but neither did you want to end the conversation.

Charles: Do you still have the ring?

You: Yes

The message was simple, but for him, it meant everything.

Charles: I still wear the watch you gave me. I always carry it with me

You: I noticed. I thought maybe you wore it because it didn’t mean anything anymore…

Charles: No, I wear it because it reminds me of what we shared. Because it still means everything to me

Your eyes filled with tears as you read his words. There was a sincerity in them that completely disarmed you.

The connection that never died

That night, the conversation went on for hours. You talked about everything: the good moments, the mistakes, and what had led to your separation. But you also talked about how much you still cared for each other, even if you didn’t admit it directly.

Charles: I don’t know if things can ever go back to how they were, but I can’t pretend I don’t care about you. I always will

You: I don’t know if we can go back either, but I’m glad to talk to you again. I felt like I’d lost a part of myself when we stopped.

The words were a balm for both of you, but they also reopened a wound that hadn’t fully healed. Although no promises were made or decisions taken that night, one thing was clear: the love you shared hadn’t disappeared.

Talking to Charles had been like opening a door you thought was closed forever. Even though the conversation had lasted only a few hours, it left you with a mix of emotions: relief, nostalgia, and a sense of peace you hadn’t felt since the breakup. Talking to him didn’t fix everything, but it lightened the weight you’d been carrying.

For the first time in months, you felt light. The weeks that followed were more bearable. You didn’t talk to Charles again, and he didn’t write to you either, but that was okay. There was something comforting in knowing that, despite everything, the connection between you still existed. There was no need to force anything.

However, that calm was tested when you received an invitation to a charity event in Monaco, organized by various figures in motorsport. You knew Charles would be there—he was practically the public face of Ferrari—and there was no way to avoid it. You hesitated for days, debating whether or not you should attend.

Finally, you decided to go. You had spent months avoiding any place where you might run into him, but something inside you told you it was time to face the situation. If you had survived seeing him with other women on social media, you could survive this.

The day of the event arrived faster than you expected. The venue was the kind of setting you knew perfectly: a gala hall decorated with opulent luxury, filled with important people. It was the kind of environment where you had always moved with ease, but this time something felt different.

You prepared carefully, as if every detail was a piece of armor. You chose an Italian-designed black dress, simple yet elegant, that complemented your figure perfectly. Your accessories were minimal, but you wore the ring Charles had given you. You didn’t know exactly why you chose to wear it that night, but something inside told you to.

Before leaving, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You looked flawless, but there was something in your eyes—a mix of determination and vulnerability—that you couldn’t ignore. You took a deep breath, promised yourself to keep your composure, and headed to the event.

The hall was already crowded when you arrived. Cameras from paparazzi flashed incessantly as you walked in, as always. You knew how to pose, how to move gracefully through the crowd with calculated elegance, but this time you couldn’t help feeling more aware of your surroundings.

Charles wasn’t in sight at first, but you knew he was there. You could feel his presence, like an electric current in the air. You greeted acquaintances, exchanging smiles and polite words while trying to stay calm.

Finally, you saw him. He was on the other side of the room, talking with a small group of people. He wore a dark suit that highlighted his elegant bearing, and his smile was as charming as ever. For a moment, you stopped to observe him, trying to process how someone could feel so familiar and so distant at the same time.

He hadn’t seen you yet, and for a second, you considered leaving before he did. But you didn’t. You had decided to come, and you weren’t going to let fear control you.

As you chatted with one of the event organizers, you felt a gaze fixed on you. You looked up, and there he was. His eyes met yours across the crowd, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

Charles didn’t look away. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t entirely decipher: surprise, nostalgia, maybe even a little sadness. You, on the other hand, tried to keep a neutral expression, though you knew your eyes probably betrayed you.

After what felt like an eternity, Charles excused himself from the group he was with and started walking toward you. Your heart began to race, but you forced yourself to stay in place.

When he finally stood in front of you, no words were needed at first. You both looked at each other, as if trying to read what the other was thinking.

“Hi,” Charles said at last, his voice soft.

“Hi,” you replied, keeping a calm tone, though your heart was in turmoil.

“It’s good to see you here,” he said after a moment. “I didn’t expect you to come.”

“I decided it was time to stop avoiding these places,” you answered with a slight smile.

The conversation was brief and polite. You talked about the event, recent projects, and superficial topics that you both knew meant nothing. But there was something in the air, an underlying tension that neither of you could ignore.

“I’m glad to see you,” Charles said before the conversation came to an end. “Really.”

You simply nodded, not knowing how to respond. You didn’t want to show too many emotions, but you couldn’t hide the weight that this moment held for you.

When he walked away, you felt a mix of relief and sadness. You had faced the moment you had feared so much, and although it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t the disaster you had imagined either. You had proven that you could be in the same place as him without breaking down, and that was a small victory.

You didn’t speak to Charles again that night, but there were moments when you felt his gaze on you. Every time it happened, you tried to keep your composure and focus on the people you were talking to.

The noise of the party, though distant, still echoed in your head as you glided down one of the hallways of the building. The night had been exhausting, not just physically, but emotionally. Seeing Charles, talking to him, feeling his gaze on you throughout the evening, had drained you more than you wanted to admit.

You found an empty room at the end of the hallway, probably a break room for the organizers or special guests. You didn’t think twice before entering, quietly closing the door behind you. The silence was welcome, like a balm that soothed the inner noise that wouldn’t let you be at peace.

The space was lit only by the moonlight filtering through a large window. There was a painting hanging on the wall. You approached the back of a chair and slowly sat down, your eyes fixed on the painting. You tried to decipher it, but in reality, your mind was elsewhere.

Your head spun in a tangle of emotions. You had survived the first face-to-face conversation with Charles since the breakup, but that didn’t mean you were completely fine. There was so much that still hurt, so much that you still needed to say to him.

As you stared at the painting, time seemed to stop. Everything you felt took over you all at once: longing, the love that still lived in a corner of your heart, and the weight of everything that could have been.

You were so absorbed that you didn’t hear when the door opened behind you. You only realized you weren’t alone when you felt a familiar presence a few steps away. You turned your head slowly, and there he was, Charles.

You froze for a moment, saying nothing. He closed the door gently, as if afraid to interrupt the silence of the moment. His gaze was intense, but there was no trace of the usual confidence he radiated. Instead, he seemed as lost as you.

“Sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“It’s okay,” you replied quickly, your voice calmer than you felt.

He stood for a moment, as if unsure whether to stay or leave. Then, slowly, he walked over and sat on the same chair, beside you. The closeness made your heart start to race, but you tried not to show it.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also something comforting about sharing the silence.

“I needed a break,” Charles finally said, breaking the stillness.

You nodded, not taking your eyes off the painting. “Me too.”

He studied you, as if trying to pick up on every detail of your profile, every expression that might give him a clue as to what you were thinking.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he murmured.

“What?” you asked, though you knew exactly what he meant.

“Being here, pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” he replied, his voice heavy with contained emotion.

You stayed silent, your fingers toying with the edge of the ring you still wore. You didn’t need to say anything; he already knew the answer.

Charles sighed, leaning slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Did you know... that I loved you even before we met?”

His confession hit like lightning in the middle of the calm. You turned your head toward him, surprised, looking for any sign that he was joking. But he wasn’t. His gaze was serious, vulnerable, and filled with an honesty that took your breath away.

“What?” you whispered, barely audible.

“I loved you before I met you,” he repeated, this time looking you straight in the eyes. “When I was at Sauber, before I joined Ferrari, I’d see you and think: she’s everything I want and will never have.”

You felt the air grow heavier around you. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to something so raw and beautiful at the same time.

“And then, when I finally met you...” he continued, with a melancholic smile. “It got worse, because I realized you were even more incredible than I had imagined.”

You couldn’t help but smile slightly, your eyes glistening with tears you didn’t let fall. Without thinking too much, you extended your hand and took his. His touch was warm and familiar, and when he interlaced his fingers with yours, you felt an electric current run through your body.

“Charles...” you began, but couldn’t continue. Words seemed insufficient to express what you felt.

He leaned in a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel his breath, and your heart began to race even faster. Everything else faded away: the painting, the moonlight, the distant music. There were only the two of you, as if the universe had decided to give you a moment outside of time.

“I miss you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you let your gaze and the squeeze of your hand speak for you.

Charles leaned his head down, moving closer slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted. But you didn’t. You closed your eyes as his lips finally brushed against yours, soft and filled with a passion that had been held back for too long.

The kiss started shyly, but soon it grew deeper, more desperate. It was as if you both were trying to recover everything you had lost in the last few months. His hands slid to your cheeks, while yours clung to his shirt as if you feared he might disappear.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. Your foreheads touched, and neither of you said anything. There was no need.

In that moment, all that mattered was that, for the first time in a long time, you were together.

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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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Hi! I saw that you were opening your requests for the next day or so to celebrate getting 2.7k followers! First off, I wanna say congratulations, and may you have a good day/night (almost wrote 'not' lol)!

Anyways, I read your rules, and wondered if I could get a fic with Leona, Vil, Malleus, and Lilia being in a relationship with a Venti! Reader? Essentially, Venti is a Genshin Impact character who plays the lyre, controls the wind, and has a playful personality.

‧₊˚✧ As Free as the Wind ‧₊˚✧

↳ Twst guys with a Venti!reader

feat: Leona ❋ Vil ❋ Malleus ❋ Lilia genre: humor, mild fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, Venti!reader is of legal age to drink, no spoilers regarding the Genshin Impact storyline, minor spoilers for TWST Book 7

Thank you reading my rules, always appreciate the extra effort people make! I deeply apologize for how late I am with this, but I hope you enjoy the post. Hopefully I captured Venti's personality well enough >_<'

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Ooff, did he first thought you were a pain in his tail.

Loud, cheeky, no fear of disturbing anyone for entertainment or favors… at least Ruggie has the decency to be useful.

He scoffed when you smile and act as if he can’t sense a dangerous well of power within you, the playful persona you present may fool a common man but not Leona.

He’ll play your game though. There’s no benefit to him to pry into your secrets. He finds this side of you, the one that would play a soft ballad for him for some booze money, much easier to deal with.

This is a strange relationship, but Leona can respect someone strong and most of all, doesn't tell him what to do. You believe in free will and freedom above else, which Leona appreciates.

“The concept of one king ruling over all... I can’t say I’m too interested in a land like that.”

Leona laughed at your boldness. With you, there’s no sense about stuffy responsibilities and obligations.

There are sweet days where you and Leona would spend the day in the greenhouse, Leona sleeping soundly as you play your lyre while humming your new poems, the wind carrying your melodic voice.

“Huh, do you have a song for me? Hah, what do you want from me this time? Fine, I’ll let you play.”

Vil immediately clocked something powerful about you, your nonchalant persona is good, but you cannot fool a seasoned actor like him.

No matter, though. Vil has no interest in delving into someone’s past like that. Vil assumes that if you must act so easy-going yet private about yourself, then he won’t pry into such things. One must have reasons, he supposed.

However, Vil cannot let go of your pension for the “occasional” drink or two. Vil doesn’t care that you are older than your appearance suggest, alcohol impacts your body and health as you age so he rather you limit that little habit of yours.

“Come now, Vil. Another bottle wouldn’t hurt~”

“Hmmph, you don’t have to worry much about yourself when you’re drunk but I most certainly do, especially when you come to me reeking of wine.”

But you always managed to quell his anger by singing ballads and poems about your wonderful beloved Vil. That always lifts the Housewarden’s mood and you end up with a mere reprimanding. Hehe.

Vil will not, however, forgive you so easily if you get too mischievous with him. The beautiful man can respect your talent with wind and currents, but he doesn’t appreciate the gust you would conjure up if it messes up Vil’s appearance too much.

“Don’t even think about running away from me. I know you were behind the sudden rush of wind, my mischievous one. Acting cute or sweet words is not going to work this time.”

However youthful you may appear, Malleus can sense an old soul within you which feels familiar and powerful.

Malleus is often surprised by you, for your playful and bold nature while handling the wild winds as skillfully as you hold the lyre. You bear similarities to a certain someone that he can’t help but respect you and hold you to a higher regard than any typical being.

Malleus doesn’t hate that easygoing personality of yours. On the contrary, he enjoys that spontaneous side of yours as you suggest the strangest of ideas to a powerful figure such as him.

“Let's go jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash!“

You are a sociable being, making friends so easily that it baffles the young fae. A few cute words from you and it was suddenly so easy to lower one’s guard around you.

However, when you’re alone and don’t realize his presence, Malleus catches that gleam of loneliness in your eyes as you gaze from your tall resting spot. A look that Malleus feels a kinship with you in that regard.

”You would like to take a stroll with me tonight? Oh, a race in the sky, you say? Very well, but don't be conceited enough to believe I’m so easily bested.”

Dear Sevens, why would you ever let these two chaotic gremlins be in the same vicinity? Do you know no mercy for others?

The two of you would hit it off so well, it’s almost concerning. Lilia finds you a delight to be around, almost a kindred spirit even.

“So, you also took care of a dragon long ago.”

“Yeap, but he sorta became a nation-wide threat when I decided to leave and go off on my own.”

“Ah yes, those things do tend to happen.”

(if you can’t tell who’s saying what, that really speaks to how similar a coincidence that was)

Jamming sessions ALL. THE. TIME. The campus has not known a single moment of rest as you display your musical talents in the courtyard while Lilia encourages you all the way, occasionally playing along with an instrument of his own.

Lilia is fascinated by your lyrical retellings of your world and would love to visit this kingdom that values freedom among all else, and of this dandelion wine you speak so lovingly about.

As a man with his own… history, Lilia isn’t the type to ask too much about you if he sees you dodging the question. He can recognize that familiar look of longing and loss, so Lilia doesn’t press further and instead indulge with you in one more glass of bittersweet wine.

“What tales do you have to regale for tonight? I’m always captivated by these grand adventures of yours, it’s almost tempting for this old soul of mine, hehe.”

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year ago

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I don't know if your request is open can you write Creator reader who favorites Zhongli, Venti, Nahida?

They need love ok 🙄

Yep yep, got it! Lemme see what I can pull off :)

Favoritism! With The Archons (Discluding Ei and Furina—)!

(Warning: Might Be OOC!)

Nahida

She honestly loves the attention you give her! She's really happy to get to spend time with you, and really get to know you and who you really are despite your title as the Almighty Creator.

Loves it if you play with her—and especially loves to learn the kind of games that you played before you re-descended down to Teyvat. There's UNO...and that's pretty much all that I can remember but you get the idea—

Loves visiting you in your dreams to see what you dream of. The Almighty Creator would surely have dreams of all forms filled with creative and inspiring ideas!

Nahida would 100% try to ask you to hang out with her through the streets of Sumeru. She has no shame :D And, if anything, her people would see this as a blessing.

"Come on, Your Grace! I want to show you somewhere I found!" Nahida would also take you to the Aranaras, where you would eat fresh fruit, make flower crowns, and even play some hide-and-seek.

She loves making and meeting new friends, the Almighty Creator is no exception! Spend some time with her as much as you can, Nahida will cherish it!

Venti

Hohoho, you're down to hang out with this carefree bard? Well, the first hangout will definitely be inside the most extravagant tavern of all time!

Yes, he means Angel's Share. Or the Cat's Tail. Man has his standards and he ain't afraid to take you there. Prepare for the best wine you'll ever taste, because Venti sure as hell is proud of the wine of Mondstadt.

Loves to share ballads and songs with you. Some of them are even based off on you! Loves when you give him your feedback as well.

Give him apples. He'll be happy—that's not saying a lot. Any apple dish, he will eat. Even if the apple is very little.

"Yahoo, Your Grace!~ Wanna hear a ballad this amazing bard has made for you?" Would absolutely perform these ballads during Windblume Festival, so please praise him :D

Zhongli

OSMANTHUS WINE TASTES THE SAME AS I— *Aggressive Truck Noises Driving Pass*

Take him out for food, buy him any gifts, ANYTHING. This man loves anything you'll give as well (trust me)

Just take some time to spend with him. Strolling through the area, the market, it doesn't matter—he cherishes all moments with you, as you are a friend (and more cough cough)

Osmanthus wine. Yes.

"Ah, Your Grace. I am blessed to know that you have the time to spend it with me. Please, allow me to pour you a fine cup of tea." If you're a tea lover, you both are gonna have a really good time.

Zhongli loves to share stories, so if you like to know more about Liyue's history, you came to the right guy :)

He's also a good listener, so you can also share stories and he will be rapt with attention. He loves every single story you tell.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: My procrastination is impeccable. I'm on a living streak, clearly. Welp, I hope this satisfies you—hopefully, the next request doesn't take too long (watch me eat those words).

✦ Check out The Ghost Rebel’s Blog Description & Info Page to See if Their Mailbox is Open! ✦

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balrogballs · 3 months ago

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had sudden brainrot about the Noldolantë in bed and wrote this little ficlet up on my phone for the @maedhrosmaglorweek prompt ‘Ship Burnings’ — also featuring one of the most tragically romantic characters in the legendarium — Círdan.

“I never liked the Noldolantë,” Círdan tells Maglor placidly, one evening. It is partway through the Third Age and the two old-new friends are sitting over the shipwright’s roaring fire and terribly cranky red wine. “It had always seemed wrong to me.”

“Ah, Círdan the bard speaks,” Maglor jests for a moment, before nodding seriously. “No, I am sorry, I understand. A commemoration of our fall at the cost of yours. I do not fault you for such a thought.”

“No,” Círdan laughs softly. “It is not so. If I were to turn up my nose at every lament written by those who have shed blood, I would never have time to look where I’m going. All songs are playing fields. In all songs, you can turn the point inwards. The right pitch, the right tune, can shake off blame from your most visible limbs, reattach it somewhere quieter, somewhere you must strain to find it.”

“Anyone can and will defeat blame with songs, try to represent things that cannot be represented. With any song, one can gild regret, slide past rigid law and blind justice. The Noldolantë is not unique in that regard. No, my friend — my problem with your ballad is not that you have commemorated the fall of the Noldor. It is because you have your dates wrong. It is because to me, it was not at Alqualondë that the Noldor truly fell.”

“Did we not?” Maglor raises his eyebrows, and then frowns. “Do you mean Doriath, then?”

“No,” Círdan chuckles, rises gracefully and moves across to the mantelpiece, lifting up a fragile-looking glass bottle sealed with wax. When he blows off the dust, Maglor’s eyes widen, recognising a shape he will never forget.

“One of the old Teleri vessels?” he asks quietly. Círdan nods, waves him over and places his finger on the glass, pointing halfway up the matchstick-thin mast.

“See here? There was a spot — a small wicker basket — in every Teleri vessel of Aman, up the foremast, carefully calibrated so that when you stood upon it you would seem to be standing still upon the water and you would not see the boat or its sails at all,” he tells Maglor, both reproachful and wistful at once.

“And you would look around and find yourself surrounded by the sea’s repeating, re-churning endless rhythms, this unchanging change in which you begin to catch emergent patterns, as isolated as you are to yourself and these quiet sums. You feel then that you are in correspondence with the world, cutting across Valar and Maiar and envoy and emissary, no, none of that — just you. The waves made highlands and lowlands, the stars and their crustal luminosity, plentitude and possibility all around you, even if just for those transitory minutes you stand in that wicker basket.”

“They say the earth in that moment… that it is a beauty beyond compare. Oh Maglor, my friend, they say it is beautiful in the way whalesong is beautiful.”

“I had always wanted to know how they did it. I tried and tried, but I could never get it right. It is an art, as you must know, being a lover of the arts yourself, every calculation that goes into a ship is an art, and a promise. That you will get to the other side, that you will have a moment of beauty beyond compare, and that you will return. Such arts cannot be learned through hearsay — one would need to touch the vessel, if not the hands of those who made it. I had always, always wanted to stand in that basket and look upon the world at its most radiant.”

He looks at Maglor with eyes that tunnel all the way to Valinor. “To me, the Noldolantë was wrong. The Valar were wrong. You spilled blood upon Aman and you would have been rightly punished, perhaps cruelly, but we are an enduring race. We would have invented systems, laws, just and unjust punishments and redemptions. You had fallen at Alqualondë, but it was in Losgar that you sunk.”

“When we burned the ships,” Maglor swallows hard, the smoke catching in his throat, as acrid as it was millennia ago. “When we set fire to the Teleri vessels we had taken. Is that what you mean?”

The shipwright does not nod, and nor does he shake his head. “Yes, though I see you do not understand why. Yes, I mean the burning. When your father ordered the ships to be set ablaze and you seven stayed silent.”

“But Maedhros d—“ Maglor is not blind to his brother’s faults but he is loyal beyond all, and the truth was that the only thing that broke through the silencing roar of the ship-burning was Maedhros begging Fëanor, truly begging, having actually fallen at his father’s feet. One ship, he had begged. Leave just one, please, Atya, leave just one — again and again until the words were irrevocably entwined with Maglor’s memory of the event.

“You seven,” the other sternly cuts across his reminiscing. “And your father, and all the lords, and all the stableboys, all of you caught up only in those left behind. Maedhros was the most noble on that night, but he too mourned for a love song, one that his own heart sung.”

“Love with its brightness turned him to mercy for fear of darkness, his grief, his falling at your father’s feet — they were all for Fingon and his people, for those of your house who crossed the wasteland. His tears upon the sand, his insistence on begging and pleading until the last coal faded, were noble. I will never take that from him. Of course they were noble actions — for he thought of his fellow cousins, his lover, the women and children who crossed the ice, when the rest stayed silent. Still, my friend, his song too, was for the Noldor.”

Maglor nods, for he is big enough to admit such things these days, no longer leaning on poetry to prop up his hollows. “So was our silence. So were our thoughts.”

“And so it was not only a people that you slayed, my friend. It was a song you silenced,” says the shipwright, still cradling the bottle, his fingers leaving soft marks on the dusty glass. “A song you never tried to hear. The ship-carvers were slain, and then their craft set ablaze — for what? Every single vessel, every single promise. Not one left. For what? For what amounted to a symbol bright red in the distance, like a fallen star. That, to me, will always be the Noldolantë, Maglor. Not the violence, but the silence after.”

Leave just one, thinks Maglor. Just one, Atya. Maedhros’ awful keening, the great and terrible burning, his father’s frenzied speech, the ashes dissolving in salt and forming a great black circle around Losgar, Maedhros’ voice matching his father’s word for word until the final ember faded. And then nothing at all.

Círdan runs a finger around the wax sealing shut the ship within. In the bottle, it is safe, this swan — and it is silent. Its sides are painted with little flecks meant to reflect the stars. Beauty beyond compare, Maglor cannot help but think. When he looks up again, he sees the shipwright’s eyes brim over with tears, though he is smiling at him. Círdan holds up the bottle — traces the glass over the thimble sized wicker basket, two inches from the thing itself.

“Beautiful in the way whalesong is beautiful,” he whispers reverently. “Imagine that.”

#yes the ship in the bottle here is mine haha #lord of the rings #tolkien #balrogballs writes #maedhros and maglor week #the silmarillion #lotr #maedhros #maglor #círdan

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