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[mercyburned]

@beycndfates | ling

It wasn't completely uncommon for Kaeya to spend tine in Liyue -- it was, after all, right next to the place he'd come to call home, and he made somewhat regular trips to the pharmacy for Jean, anyway, even if he always tried to drop off her medicines when she wasn’t in her office so that he could continue to do the favor without having to take praise for it. That was why he could be found strolling the streets today, actually, though at the moment he was debating his options for lunch. He enjoyed Liyue food — Mondstadt’s cuisine was for comfort, and Sumeru’s was for spices, but he liked the unique flavors of dishes on this site of Stone Gate. Still, hard to choose sometimes.

As he walked along, something — or rather, someone — caught his attention. There was a woman teaching some sort of outdoor class. Free to the public, perhaps? Kaeya wasn’t a scholar and didn’t care to be; his smarts were best applied a little differently anyway, but he was a curious sort of person by nature. He stood at the back of the crowd, listening, as his brows pulled together the way his father’s used to when he was deep in thought.

He remained behind the main group of people until the lecture finished having accidentally made eye-contact a time or two with the speaker — he’d apparently only caught the last few minutes. As he turned to leave, he heard footsteps moving rapidly in his direction. Uh oh, he frowned. If academics from Liyue were like those from Sumeru…

[nobleburn]

@beycndfates continued from here

"Mmm, or maybe your behavior has become so incorrigible that you don't even notice your transgressions anymore?" An idle thought, with no bite to back it up. The immediate alternative that she could think of was that her cousin had some sort of romantic interest in Sylvain, and Nikolette would hope she had better sense than that. "Though, either way, I doubt she enjoys that a friend is avoiding her." They were all friends, weren't they? Her, Sylvain, Felix, Prince Dimitri? Sometimes Nikolette wasn't sure.

Yet, Ingrid and whatever relationship problems she might be having, romantic or otherwise, was not the topic at hand, and Nikolette wasn't keen to dwell on it too much. "You aren't my type," came Nikolette's scoff at the suggestion, even if it was clear that Sylvain was only joking. "And what you get out of it..." Had she thought that far ahead? No, absolutely not, for time spent with her was its own reward, naturally.

"The market is full of beautiful girls in the afternoons." More than enough for his lecherous gaze, she'd hope. "And perhaps walking with such a beautiful girl as me might make some of them jealous." She gave a quiet sigh as well, as if to underscore her point. "And unfortunately, you're the only person whose help I can reliably trust on this matter." Truthfully, were there any other options, she'd have reached for them with both hands, but no, Sylvain was the best, only choice.

[endlesscacophony]

stares at Alhaitham. @beycndfates​

[pathofemblems]

✶ · ⊰ @beycndfates || moving thread ⊱ · ✶

Suddenly, her insecurity was palpable, and for the briefest moment it felt as if they were back in school, the image of a young Marianne apologizing and avoiding any and all confrontation resurfacing. Hubert mentally reprimanded himself for remembering something so mundane, for the semblance of nostalgia of pre-war days, something he vehemently abhorred when it came from other people (no one ever said he wasn't an occasional hypocrite though). Yet aside from that slip-up, he reminded himself again just how far she'd come… and he was, without a doubt, a master at sniffing out lies. Her claim to loyalty, albeit shaking, was true. ❝ I wasn't insinuating that you would. If that wasn't evidently clear, then I humbly apologize for the confusion and potential discomfort, ❞ he affirmed, trying to reassure her despite the cold cadence. Apologies weren't Hubert's specialty, nor was offering comfort. If someone took offense by what he said, he wasn't one to care; that was their problem, not his. Even now, he still often disregarded people's feelings, especially when having to listen to the likes of Caspar yelling in his ear. But… he was trying. Sort of. In his own drawn out, strange way. ❝ At the end of the day, there is a war to be won. As the days continue onward, more must be done when it comes to establishing absolute control, ❞ he carefully articulated. Leaning back into his seat, he loosely crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to relax in the late hour. In the brief silence that followed, he took note of the surrounding soldiers, their names and ages, their wounds and severity of, if they had family. One hand rose to shield his tired eyes which closed, squeezing at his temples. ❝ Point blank, we do not want you to be in the same position as the men and women here. Is that easier to understand? ❞

[scribingphenomena]

❝ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ why you sought me out in particular. ❞ He wasn't really anyone that people liked to talk to, given how distant he attempted to make himself from others. Though, the fact that this girl had been bold enough to come to him in the first place, despite the fact his body language very obviously said to leave him be made her interesting in a way.

❝ Was there a matter you needed to discuss with me? Or did you come to ask why your report was rejected? ❞

// @beycndfates (( Nilou ))

[inavagrant-a]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ?

PASSION.

you need someone that makes you come alive, sets your soul on fire and whose touch feels like it sears your skin (like, in a good way.) the way you love is all consuming and sometimes it’s terrifying, but you can’t wait to give all of yourself to someone else. to open yourself up completely and for them to hold your soul in their hands is what love means to you. the only thing you want separating you and your partner is your skin, so naturally you turn to worshipping that very skin in hopes that the way you love will go deeper than what you touch and that they’ll know exactly how far you’d go to keep this fire alive.

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[cultesdesghoules]

『•• ooc tid-bits ••』

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[nobleburn]

What form of love do you embody?

love as hunger

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

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[endlesscacophony]

@beycndfates said: It was almost comedic how long it took her to merely walk from the counter to the tables. She stood there far too long after she had been handed the item requested from the cook brewed the cup that was gripped in her hand. Her footsteps were too methodical, though silent as she approached and set the cup down in front of him, hiding her face by looking to the side. “I apologize for intruding, I just felt this may help,” Khione spoke quietly, “Chamomile is good for headaches — or so I read. If you do not want it that is fine! I just thought it might help your pain. I’ve had similar—“ She stopped herself, giving a quick bow of respect, “Excuse my ramblings, I’ll be off then!” (For our boi dimiii)

The events that had unfolded over the last several weeks where unlike anything Dimitri had come across, unlike anything that he felt he could properly stand. Starting with Edelgard revealing herself to be the traitorous wretch that she was, secretly working alongside those that had killed her own mother all this time. He supposed, though, that after that, it was only a matter of time before the next several events followed suit, the declaration of war, the surge of imperial soldiers, and now the attack on Garreg Mach's holy ground. Perhaps she thought it to be a strategic attack, one where she could wipe the church along with the heirs to the other two countries in Fodlan off the map at the same time.

Taking out two birds with a single stone, he supposed. But alas, it didn't work, the church despite the damage was still standing, alongside the students who still remained inside.

The Black Eagle house had disappeared weeks ago, leaving the whole of them complacent in Edelgard's schemes, while the Golden Deer and Blue Lion houses had been left behind, left to fend for their very lives in a declaration of war none of them wished for. A war that that woman started, a war that Dimitri would end. kill her, kill her TAKE HER HEAD - !!

Dimitri's head settled in his hand for a moment, the pulsing of another wave of this headache settling on his shoulders as he attempted to rid himself of them. Attempting to push them away from the forefront of his mind have proved more and more difficult as time has passed on. But even still, he did what he must, pushed on through it all to ensure that those around him were properly taken care of. While most of the students were out, already headed to their homes to recuperate and prepare for the war to come. Some were still unconscious, injured from the attack, they were the reason Dimitri remained, despite the urging to return to Fhirdiad from those around him, he was not going to abandon those under his charge. And while his title of 'house leader' was all but moot, they were still his friends, still those he cherished be it in his own house or the Golden deer.

But waiting for others to heal enough to make the trip back was a difficult process, one that failed to see much progress as the hours passed on. There was little for him to do. Truly there was little that could be done at all, even with the healers tending to them all. Perhaps that was why he found himself here, in the mess hall once more, settled at the end of one of the long tables, staving off a headache that hasn't left him for weeks.

He supposes his own suffering was obvious, despite his best intentions, if the other's approach meant anything. Instantly, he sat up straighter, gentle blue eyes widen as he watched her, glancing to the cup of tea in her hands, still steaming from the hot water within it. "Oh," He moved to stand, to assist her with taking the cup that must be hurting her by this point. "Thank you, I -"

“Excuse my ramblings, I’ll be off then!”

His appreciation was halted on his lips, cut off not only by her excuse to leave his presence, but by his own call out to her, "I - Khione - !" He supposes it was a bit too loud for the quiet shuffling of the mess hall. He cleared his throat, fist raised to his lips as he averted his gaze, taking a mere moment to collect himself before he looked to her again.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you," He started again, "I just ... I wanted to thank you properly ... for the tea," He gestured to the cup steaming before him on the table, "Perhaps you'd like to join me?" Long gone were the tea times shared with friends in the gardens outside, teas and cakes displayed on an elegant platter meant to be shared over polite conversation. All that a distant memory burnt asunder outside the door, now they were all that remained.

"I realized I hadn't really had the chance to check in on you after everything that happened," A true failing on his part, as a student of the blue lions house, he should have done more to ascertain that everyone was truly unharmed. While, he did all he could to help and assist where he was able, but between the debilitating headaches, the reminder that he, himself, should be heading home and the cacophonous accompaniment of voices rioting in his mind, it had grown quite difficult to concentrate, let alone remember everything that he must do. failure, foolish MONSTER, DISGUSTING WRETCH - !!

"Only if you have a moment, I don't wish to distract you if there are other matters that you need to attend to."

[devourensarc]

He tries his best to remain stony and unaffected — he won't be distracted from the real issue so easily! — but puns are a low blow, and his snort forces its way past his lips.

❝ I think you're giving the squid a run for its money. ❞

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. "That really gives you something to ink about," Cyno said, pausing for effect. "Get it? Instead of think I said ink? Because squids produce ink?" Not funny? No, of course it was hilarious. "Who am I squidding ... Get it? Instead of kidding?"

[endlesscacophony]

@beycndfates said: “you can't control what fate has in store for us.” (Lumine for Aether — bc angst)

There appeared to be a great many number of things that Aether didn't understand, things that he just couldn't control, too many things outside of his grip that continuously slipped through his fingers. And while his sister was already on that list, already someone he had lost and was searching desperately for. He didn't quite realize just how intense that truth was, just how far the two had drifted in their time apart.

Here she was was, standing before him, just a few measly feet from each other, closer than they have been in who knows how many months - and she was more concerned about their fate, about Dainsleif, than she was about him. He thought, for a moment, that maybe she hadn't recognized him, that maybe their time apart had fogged her memory, that was why she didn't seem to care about him, care that he was even here before her. But no, as her gaze set heavily upon him, it was obvious that so much had changed, she was ... different than he remembered her.

Just how long was he truly asleep?

"Where is all of this coming from - ?" Confusion was a cloud in Aether's eyes as he watched her, watched the Abyss Herald that stood at attention behind her, as if guarding her from him? "Lumine, come on, this isn't like you."

Another step taken forward toward the person he's been spending all this time, all that research looking for, only to feel even further away from, further than he's ever felt in his life.

"We can figure this all out together, just come with me, please - !"

[devourensarc]

@beycndfates I made the joke and I had to

[mercyburned]

“That's still up for debate,” Kaeya said flatly, taking another half-step back. Oh, she'd piqued is curiosity -- a mentor presumably alive within recent years who had Khaenri'ahn eyes? As a child he'd believed himself and his father, his father's mysterious business associates with whom he had never been allowed to interact, may have been the only ones left. But then there was that blond man who had been stalking him throughout Mondstadt and Sumeru. So perhaps the idea of another survivor didn't seem so completely outlandish.

No, just the part where this survivor had been either some form of half-immortal or was descended from people who had escaped five hundred years ago.

He frowned. For as much has he had blocked out and tried to block out from that chapter of his life, his father had made sure he'd known the truth about what happened - about the gods who descended into Khaenri'ah and brought it to ruin, and how they would have to travel through the darkness to hide from Celestia. He remembered the first time he'd seen the sun, the first time he'd felt sand between his toes, and the way all the food on the surface in that little port village tasted like spice and sea salt.

“I already know.” A half-truth. He knew they would be in Sumeru, though the precise location lay beyond him. Somewhere remote, for certain -- somewhere far, far away from everything and everyone else. But if you asked him to point it out on a map, he wouldn't know where to start.

“So until you tell me a little bit more about who you are and this truth you're looking for? We have no business here.”

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, as she so often did. A long forgotten hope would consume her anytime a piece of the puzzle could possibly present itself when it came to said civilization. A connection to life. A connection to her mentor. The truth is what needed to be solved, so the truth is what she would get. However, she may needed to be a little less eager.

"If I was a threat I wouldn't have approached you so confidently," Líng stated as if it were a fact. "Your suspicion is warranted, but you have the same eyes as my mentor." The scholar emphasized.

Of course, she suspected that he'd attempt to flee. But perhaps she could grasp his attention. "I know where the gates are," It was a hypothesis. There was no telling if he even cared about the information, but the way her mentor had been so keen on finding the gates ... perhaps it was a shared thought. "I found them."

Hua Líng didn't attempt to chase him, nor was she worried anyone would understand what they were speaking about. "They're in Sumeru," She continued, perhaps trying to convince him a bit too much. "I won't stop you if you choose to leave, but know that my intentions have no malice to them. I'm just trying to find the truth."

[inavagrant-a]

are you a soldier, a poet or a king?

The King.

"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy"

Duty. Strength. Resignation. 

You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you MUST deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to REMEMBER that there is a HEART between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out.

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[nobleburn]

Which rage language are you?

the regina george someone hurts you or pisses you off, and you don't do anything. at first. but you hold that feeling of rage in your chest for weeks after the fact, acting nice but silently hating their guts, pretending like all is forgiven until you can ruin their life and hurt them the way they hurt you. it's calculated. but when you've executed your revenge, will you be satisfied?

"Hmm..." She thinks on the posed question.

"Yes! Yes, I think I'll be quite satisfied, thank you very much."

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[cultesdesghoules]

『•• hubert & marianne ••』

When they were but classmates, her presence had been so meek, so passive, that Hubert, as astutely observant as he was, sometimes forgot she was there. Marianne posed such little threat to anything, always hiding in his peripheral. When she’d promised to return to the academy with the rest of their friends, Hubert hadn’t expected her to go through with it, instead staying absent in the midst of the war. Yet years later, here she was before him within the medical tent, near darkfall. Something about her presence now was gravitating. Marianne had seemingly found her voice, her strength, so much so that it caught him entirely off guard; a rare feat, for sure. When Hubert had witnessed how she magically silenced many of the enemy mages they’d come across on the battlefield, he too nearly fell into a stupor due to her elegant ferocity. Yet, just like with everyone else he’d come to care for, it was worrisome the way she now threw herself into danger. A war couldn’t be won when a prized soldier was gravely injured, or worse. ❝ Often people don’t realize when they’re becoming more of a hindrance than a help to their fellow allies, ❞ he interrupted the thick silence that blanketed the tent. They were seemingly the only two awake, the rest of the soldiers sleeping off wounds of varying severity. Despite how sharp his choice of words always was, the edge was now dulled, much softer than what was expected of a man with his frightening reputation. As he glanced up from his mended arm to peer up at her face, examining her expression, he continued. ❝ What I mean to say is, that you’re considered of utmost importance. ❞ A pause nearly settled in. ❝ Lady Edelgard sees you as one of our prime healers and someone who could greatly benefit the Empire. ❞ As if he’d ever admit he’d come to admire Marianne as an ally as well.

『•• @beycndfates ••』