#commerce inn

[johnnyprimecc]

Commerce Inn

First, check out my Ride & Review HERE: I’ve been meaning to eat here for so long. After seeing the menu during a short visit with The Cake Dealer for a drink, I was even more convinced. So we finally made it happen. We started with the lamb loin chops (two t-bones) and the beans. The lamb was perfectly cooked to medium rare, and came as a composed dish with grilled escarole. I loved this. No…

[magewritesstories]

[ ᴊᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴᴏ ] ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ

summary: jess moves back to stars hollow to open a new branch of truncheon books in his hometown, and tries not to murder the girl living in the apartment above him and the town enjoys watching another grumpy business owner fall in love with a bubbly inn manager. TW: none note: in love with him and not even in a funny way, i need a jess

“Are you sure this is the place you want?” Andrew asked for what felt like the millionth time. The bookstore owner gave the 25-year-old a nervous stare as he signed the last few papers.

“Yes, Andrew, for the millionth time, this is the place.” Jess sighed, he couldn’t blame the man for his hesitance, he hadn’t exactly left a good impression on the people of Stars Hollow while living there.

Out of all the places he’d imagined settling down, Stars Hollow, Connecticut was incredibly low on the list. 

But he couldn’t deny the fact that it was a good commerce town, people passed through on business or on their way to Hartford all the time. So when his friends asked him where they should open a new branch of their bookstore, it was the first place he thought of.

Once all the paperwork was finished, Jess had spent the week driving back-and-forth from Philadelphia to Stars Hollow and everything was finally done. 

Andrew took papers, “Okay, I’ll get these to Kirk—” He moved to grab his bags— “Have you met Y/N yet?”

Jess shook his head, Y/N the mysterious person that lived in the apartment above the bookstore, “Nope, haven’t run into her yet.” Andrew nodded, “Well, I better get going.”

Once the older man had left, Jess turned to the bookstore. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, and all the bookshelves had been emptied along with the walls, where the hanging bookshelves had made place for paintings.

Jess started to unload the first box of books when Luke walked in, with you tailing behind him.

“Oh come on, don’t lie,” You insisted, “It is so a different brand.”

The older man sighed, maneuvering his way through the mounds of boxes. “Y/N, for the last time: I’ve been using the same brand of coffee for the past twenty years.”

You crossed your arms, “Liar, I know you did something different with it.”

“Well fine, you got me, I put drugs in yours hoping they would shut you up,” Luke deadpanned, handing Jess a paper bag, “Here’s your lunch.”

You turned to him as well, “Oh, you must be Jess!” You exclaimed excitedly, “I’m Y/N, I live upstairs.”

You stretched out your hand for him to shake. Jess stared at you, it was 9 in the morning, how were you so upbeat already?

“This is the part where you take my hand and tell me it’s nice to meet me,” You whisper jokingly. “Jess Mariano,” He replied, shaking your hand as you give him a bright smile.

“Don’t you have places to be?” Luke questioned, staring at you. You raise an eyebrow at him, “What’re you talking about?”

The older man sighed exasperatedly, “The Inn.” Your E/C went wide in realisation, “Michel’s going to kill me!”

Without another word, you ran towards the door, almost tripping over a box of paintings on your way out, “Sorry!” You excused, and quite frankly Jess wasn’t sure if you were talking to the box or him.

“Wow,” He breathed as he watched you made your way down the street, only to stop halfway to pet Babette’s cat before resuming your run.

Luke nodded, a small smile on his face, “Yeah, that girl’s a storm with skin,” He replied, “So, you need any help with these boxes?”

Jess groaned as Voulez-Vous played loudly upstairs. He couldn’t say anything about it yet, though, per Stars Hollow rules you were allowed to play music as loud as you wanted to until 10 PM.

When Toxic started playing he had enough. He made his way up the creaky stairs. You’d left your door open, and Jess took it as a sign to go inside. 

You were standing on your couch, singing along to the song, using your spatula as a mic. Jess watched you jump off and spin around, before finally coming to a halt in front of him.

“Oh, Jess, hi!” You grinned, not even slightly flustered, “Can I help you?” 

“Yes, you can, by turning that god awful music down.”

Your eyes went wide, “Shit, is it ten already?” He shook his head, “No, you just have bad taste in music.”

You laughed, “Right, you’re the kind of guy that listens exclusively to Metallica and Iron Maiden,” You teased, “Hey, I’m making cookies, you want some?  They’re almost done.”

“What I want is for you to turn down the music,” He deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest. You shrugged, “‘Kay, Roommate.” You reached for the stereo and turned down the music.

“Are you my roommate, ‘cause you’re not the landlord, you rent the place too, but you don’t sleep here— or your not supposed to, I’ve seen you sleeping on the couch— but your not my neighbour either,” You rambled, smiling at him.

“Just keep the music down,” He grumbled, “And if you have to play it at max volume, play some decent music.”

An hour after your little encounter, you came skipping down the steps, a plate of cookies in hand. “You never told me whether you wanted the cookies or not,” You said, putting the plate down, “So I brought them anyway.”

The black-haired man stared between the plate of cookies and your bright smile in confusion. Finally he rolled his chair away from the desk and grabbed something out of the drawer near him.

“Here,” He said, handing you a CD he’d burned himself, “Some acceptable music I think you’d like.”

You inspected the plastic case and grinned, “Thank you.” With one last sunbeam of a smile you turned around and practically skipped up the steps to you apartement.

[squiddy-god]

Xiao and his "friend"

If you see this and you think, "hey, I've seen this work before" you probably have, as I previously went by squid-God-Supreme, however, my blog got nukes, so I am re uploading almost all of my old fics. Once I'm finished uploading all the ones I intend to, I will announce that I am finished, however, after that, if you see I haven't uploaded a specific fic, you remember me writing, you can always request that I upload it.

CW : friends to lovers trope, tooth rotting fluff, Xiao being Really really awkward, gn! Reader, short fic

Being close enough to the yaksha to be considered a friend was a feat on its own 

Another was getting him to fall for you 

And fall he did, xiao had it bad but no one knew as he was rarely seen 

You had gained the yakshas affections, the only problem was how subtle he was 

Xiao has little experience with romance and while one might assume he'd be direct with such feelings, they would be wrong

Eons of pain and melania of suffering only served to teach him that gentle thing where simply no meant for him, that he would only drive them away

Too fearful of once again returning to that aching loneliness, he sought the help of zhongli

Much of xiao's romantic subtleties stem from the former god, his years of knowledge on seemingly anything has taught him various traditions and intracys of love and commerce alike. 

 The glances he steals when you sleep, the longing gaze that fills his amber eyes- and the gentle hand that wishes for nothing more than to touch your cheek, all too quick to retreat when you stir in your slumber, not knowing that you would have grasped his hand in yours. 

You were a sweet dream, a love he longed for yet one he said he could not obtain. 

But unbeknownst to the adepti you felt the same 

You loved xiao, more than he would ever know 

You didn't think yourself good enough of his affections, solemnly convincing yourself that he couldn't harbor affection for you 

You called yourself a fool for believing that there was even a chance that he would return your feelings 

And while you knew you had no right to be jealous of the traveler it didn't stop the ache you felt 

He looked so at peace with them, and you wondered if you had ever seen the same when you were with him 

Xiao was tired, he was growing impatient with this pining, and the distance that you seemed to create made his hands twitch anxiously 

Had he made a mistake? Had he reached to close and caused you to fly away? 

You no longer stood as close to him, your hands did not brush against his gloved ones and your visits to the inn began to lessen 

He felt it again, the gnawing at his mind as it screamed that he had hurt you in some way and the painful beats of his heart as they rang in his ears 

It felt awful to stand so far away from him, inches feeling like miles as you hoped he didn't notice the sadness in your eyes 

But it was for the better you told yourself

You took a deep breath as you walked up the stairs of the inn, a silent prayer that the yaksha was not there tonight. “Is xiao here?” you asked, feigning hopefulness as you looked at verr. “Ah no, im sorry dear, he went with the traveler to help with a commission” that hurt, despite the hope that he wouldn't be there it didn't stop the pang of jealousy. You shoot these thoughts quickly reminding yourself that this is what you wanted. “But why don't you leave him some almond tofu, i'm sure he'd appreciate it” you nodded and smiled, it would be suspicious if you declined, so of course you picked up the plate and made your way to the top floor of the inn. What verr had told you was no lie, xiao had gone with the traveler to complete a commission, however he had returned a while ago, neglecting to inform verr of his return, knowing that if you heard he was here you wouldn't come. So he waited with narrowed eyes for your figure to come up. He was done with this, he would figure out exactly why you had created this distance. He was thankful that the inn was slow tonight, no one was on the top floor, it was the perfect opportunity to confront you. 

Your lips were tugged down in a frown, the glossy look in your eyes made something in xiao break, once the plate of almond tofu was set on the floor and you had turned back to quickly retreat from the inn he appeared. Strong arms caged you against the railing as a piercing amber gaze lingered on yours. His hand held one of your wrists so you couldn't run away, but his grip was feather light, gentle and not bruising. “Why?” his voice was loud enough for only you to hear, but it held no aggression or malice. You could only stare back confused, why what? You didn't understand. “I have told you before, the bond between us is too strong to sever now. So why? What has made you want to sever it?” he was too close, your eyes couldn't dart anywhere but his burning gaze. “I don't know what you-” he pressed closer to you, “you do.” he stated as if it was a fact set in stone. “You just seem happy with them, I don't want to ruin that with my feelings” it was his turn for confusion to take hold. “The traveler” you clarified. 

It all seemed to click in his head and he sighed, resting his head against yours. His eyes were still wide open, gold irises swimming with relife. “Are you really such a dense mortal? Have you truly not noticed my affections? or my courtship?” Xiao asked, his hand leaving your wrist to cup your cheek. You stared in shock, you wanted to pinch yourself to know you weren’t dreaming. “Mortal memories are inadequate, perhaps you need a reminder that the bond between us is too strong to be severed, especially now.” 

It really was like a sweet dream, the feeling of his lips pressed gently to yours, any worry harbored washing away as you wondered if he was really there. But he was, and he had no intention of leaving, of course it wasn't as if you'd let him, your hands finding purchase on his arms as such a light kiss left your breathless.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Once upon a time in a tavern

@sofasoap @eenochian and @nrdmssgs are bleeding this out of me, so blame them (thank you)

Fantasy AU masterlist / First

In any other town, a tiefling, an elf and a goat sitting at an inn together maybe would have raised some eyebrows.

But in Tharbad, the population was so diverse that one could cross paths with a halfling, a genasi, or a lizardfolk, and not bat an eye.

Once, that very inn had been the foundation of a tiny village on the coast, at a crossroad of the three main roads in the continent that grew until it became a bustling commerce stronghold and one of the most important ports.

The local temples thrived with the crowds of travelers that spent the night while on route to some other place and donated great sums for their safe travels. Local commerce and artisan workshops thrived as well, because there was always someone needing something repaired or made from scratch.

Ruled by a council of nobles and rich merchants, the city was staunchly independent, denying loyalty to any of the Kingdoms around. Said Kingdoms didn’t want any of their rivals to own such a rich city, and thus, Tharbad lived comfortably in a precarious balance.

Loved by everyone, desired by all.

‘‘What do you have to do in this place to get served?’’ Calliara grumbled, leaning back in her chair, with Sebastian on her lap. She was still eyeing up and down the furry creature suspiciously as the kid slept peacefully. That very morning when they woke up in the hay cart, the kid that had been brown the previous day, now had big white splotches on its fur.

And to top it off, when she asked Ol’kha about it, the tiefling had shrugged and said she didn’t see any difference.

‘‘Just being patient’’ Ol’kha smiled, filling her smoking pipe parsimoniusly. ‘‘It’s slow at this hour, and surely the kitchen is busy’’

As if summoned, a bubbly redhead half-elf appeared from the kitchen with a full tray, gliding with grace among the tables, placing meals or drinks and avoiding the grabby hands of some of the patrons. A tall, burly man that seemed to have some orc blood in him stood guard next to the bar counter, eyeing everything, and promptly marched over there to knock some sense into some heads.

‘‘I’m so sorry, serah. Your order will be out shortly, messeres’’ The tavern maid apologized to the tables that were still waiting, and stopped right in front of the tiefling and the elf. ‘‘My ladies, I apologize for the delay, the cook had some problems in the kitchen and needed my help’’

‘‘It’s fine, no need to apologize for being busy’’ Ol’kha waved a hand to disperse the smoke from her pipe. ‘‘When you have time, I’ll have mead, thank you’’

‘‘Same’’ Calliara muttered, looking around while rubbing a finger absently between Sebastian’s little horns. The furry creature’s fluffy tail wiggled happily. ‘‘And something to eat’’

‘‘We have a delicious fowl stew that is almost done, cheese and bread today’’ The bubbly maid smiled widely, ignoring two men that were seated at a nearby table with empty plates and that were whistling at her. ‘‘I’ll bring your drinks shortly, and then your food. Will your little friend want anything?’’

Calliara looked at Ol’kha, raising an eyebrow, and the tiefling shrugged.

‘‘Just water’’

‘‘Right away! If you need to call me, my name is Florrie!’’ The maid practically pranced back to the kitchen.

Calliara leaned back in her chair again, studying the room methodically. Exits, where the stairs were, the windows, what tables were occupied and what tables were free. There was an empty table, big enough for several people, right next to the small stage where a willowy human with chesnut hair was quietly tuning her lute.

‘‘Cozy’’

Ol’kha snorted when she heard the pleased grunt coming from her new friend, and took another puff of her pipe, chuckling.

‘‘Not used to taverns?’’

Two tankards, full to the brim with delicious looking mead were placed on the table along with a bowl with water, and the busy maid disappeared once again.

‘‘Not used to not being gawked at’’ Calliara shrugged, with a sheepish smile, seemingly relaxed with the small kid curled on her lap. She grabbed one of the tankards and brought it to her lips, to taste the golden liquid.

‘‘Gawked at why? It’s not like there aren’t more elves around’’ The tiefling tilted her head in the direction of a noble elven woman, elegant and ethereal, sitting at a table close to the stage and that was now conversing with the minstrel. Next to her, a really tall elven man was trying very hard to look busy with a book, but the red ears betrayed him each time he tried not to look at the pretty human. ‘‘See? There are two there, the lady that owns the alchemy shop and…’’

Her trained eyes noticed something before her rational mind did, and she looked back at Calliara, only to find an understanding smile.

‘‘You noticed’’

Ol’kha frowned, looking at the elven folk again, and back to the one sitting next to her.

‘‘Your ears aren’t as long’’

‘‘But they look the part don’t they’’ Calliara sighed, still smiling. ‘‘Well, I promised I’d tell you at a decent inn. Guess this is as decent as we’ll get’’

The tiefling leaned forward until she rested her elbows on the table, and her chin on her hands, with the pipe in her mouth. The elf, or not so elf, rolled her eyes.

‘‘Well, you know, when a father and a mother love each other very much…’’

‘‘Calliara!’’ Ol’kha nudged her companion’s side repeteadly with the tip of her tail, and Calliara tried to push it away without moving the sleeping goat on her lap.

‘‘Ugh, alright, alright…’’ Sighing again, she left the tankard on the table. ‘‘I’m… mostly elf’’

‘‘What do you mean, mostly’’

‘‘I was raised by humans, up in the North, among the tribes, but my mother was… is a half elf. My grandmother was an elven healer that decided to settle with the tribes, and married my grandfather… Oh, you woke up, little rascal’’

Calliara lifted Sebastian from her lap and set him on the table so he could drink from the water bowl, trying to avoid the wiggling tail on her face. Ol’kha moved dutifully both of their tankards so the kid wouldn’t kick them off the table in his excitement.

‘‘Ok but that would make you a quarter elf… unless your father wasn’t from the tribes?’’

‘‘My father was another traveling elven healer that decided to stay for a couple of seasons. Seems some of them are really fond of saving the savages’’ The elf snorted, dragging her chair on the floor so she could escape the wiggling tail. ‘‘At the end of the first summer since he arrived, poof, there I was. So that makes me, hum… mostly elf. Three parts elf and one part human’’

‘‘And were you born an elf or a little cub?’’ Ol’kha chuckled, making her friend roll her eyes with a smile while they tasted their mead.

‘‘I didn’t change into a wolf until I was almost five, after I got so angry I couldn’t see straight. But don’t ask me why, I don’t remember’’ Calliara shrugged. ‘‘By then my parents had decided to leave the tribes as errand healers, following armies to battle or going to lands ravaged by disease and famine’’

‘‘And they left you with your grandparents?’’ The tiefling raised her eyebrows when her friend nodded, and huffed a muffled laugh. ‘‘A mostly elf living among humans… and your elven grandmother, I hope’’

‘‘She passed shortly after my mother left. I guess from a broken heart’’ Calliara left the empty tankard on the table, and passed Sebastian’s water bowl to Ol’kha when Florrie appeared with their meal. Two fragrant, steaming bowls with a delicious looking fowl stew, that smelled heavenly, especially after being on the road for so long.

‘‘I guess it wasn’t easy’’ The tiefling mentioned, tasting the stew and keeping Sebastian on her lap so he wouldn’t get his hooves inside the bowl.

‘‘I was born there, but I was an outsider. And the second my grandfather died, I was very kindly made aware that I was unwelcome to keep living among them’’

‘‘Bastards’’

‘‘I don’t blame them. I’m not human. I’m not elf. I didn’t owe the tribes any allegiance once my bloodkin had passed away. I can change at will into a wild animal, that I keep under control most of the time. I’m a wild card’’ Calliara shrugged, taking a moment to chew what she had in her mouth. Still gliding among the tables, serving drinks or collecting empty dishes, Florrie appeared from behind the counter to refill their tankards with more mead, before disappearing again with a bubbly laugh.

‘‘Ok, so the wolf thing…’’ Ol’kha made a vague gesture with her hand, pointing at her. ‘‘You said you started being able to change at five’’

‘‘Correct’’

‘‘So… is it a spell? … A curse?’’

‘‘No idea. It’s useful to travel big distances, and my senses are very sharp even when I’m not in wolf form. But if I change too fast, too many times, or for a long time, it gets harder and harder to change back’’ Calliara shrugged, focused on her food, which was almost finished by then while Ol’kha still had half of it. ‘‘My grandfather said my father could do it too, but I don’t remember it’’

‘‘So… what are you?’’ The tiefling smiled, scratching Sebastian’s belly to keep him happy, while the furry creature drooled on her shoulder, asleep again.

Calliara let out a genuine laugh, shaking her head.

‘‘Complicated’’

‘‘You don’t say’’ Ol’kha laughed as well. ‘‘I guess you told me yours, I’ll have to tell you mine’’

‘‘That’s be nice…’’ Calliara stopped talking seconds before the main door opened, looking in that direction. If it wasn’t impossible, Ol’kha would have sworn that her friend’s pointy ears had perked up. ‘‘Ol’kha, that is a…’’

‘‘That is a what?’’ The tiefling turned her head to look at the door too, and smiled. ‘‘Oh, yes. That’s a dragon’’

Calliara stared with wide eyes at the imposing frame of what seemed like a big, muscled man, with short unruly brown hair and muttonchops, enter the tavern as if it was his home. Once he trespassed the treshold, big, green, dragonlike wings stretched wide for a moment before folding again at his back, while a long, muscular tail with green scales moved sinously. He waved a big hand, more like a paw with his sharp, dark claws, at the barmaid and the man guarding the bar counter, before heading for the big empty table next to the stage,

Next to him, a young looking half elf, with beautiful dark skin and dark eyes that glimmered with intelligence and wisdom in spite of his young appearance. Those eyes lit up when looking in their direction, and he raised a hand, gesture that Ol’kha reciprocated with a smile. He was chatting with a human just as tall as him but slightly bulkier, with a long braided mohawk and mischievous blue eyes, and infectious smile. His features looked similar to those of the minstrel.

‘‘Ol’kha, that’s a dragon’’ Calliara’s voice was low, almost reverent. The wolf inside her was shaking, howling at her to flee.

‘‘Oh, yes, isn’t he majestic? That’s… Price, or that’s the name he uses. Nobody knows his real name, of course.’’ The tiefling smiled, admiring the dragon’s wings, whose scales glittered lightly with the light of the candles. ‘‘And the half elf with him is my friend Gaz’’

Calliara nodded slowly. It was well known that one’s birthname was the key to the ownership or your soul and will, especially in the case of sentient mytical beasts with the ability to speak like dragons or sphynxes, in the case of demons or in the case of magical users like wizards and sorcerers.

‘‘I don’t know who’s the human but I think that’s Freya’s brother…’’ Ol’kha continued explaining, and laughed when Calliara looked back at her quizzically. ‘‘The minstrel. Her name is Freya, she’s quite notorious here in Tharbad and along the coast.’’

The mostly-elf-but-not was about to say something else when the main door opened again, to reveal another man, who was so tall that he had to duck to cross the treshold. He seemed to be just a tad taller than Price was, but just as broad or more, or maybe it was just the impression his dark clothes gave. His face was covered with a skull mask, and his heavy steps echoed in the suddenly silent room while he headed for the same table as Price and the other two.

‘‘And that’s… I don’t know who that is’’

‘‘People call him Ghost’’ Florrie appeared from nowhere again, holding a tray full of empty tankars and bowls, still with her wide smile. ‘‘Nobody knows who he is or where he comes from. It is said that Price made a deal with a demon to keep him as his bodyguard’’

‘‘Why would a dragon need a bodyguard?’’ Calliara looked up at the maid, who shrugged without losing her smile.

‘‘I’ve heard tons of stories. That he is a construct. That he is a demon, shackled to Price’s will. That he is a deserter from another Kingdom’’ Sighing, Florrie shrugged once again. ‘‘All I know is that Price appeared with him on his back four years ago, and nursed him back from the death. Since then, he is his shadow’’

Calliara and Ol’kha looked at each other while the maid left for the kitchen, and then looked back again at the group while they shook hands with each other, sitting down. The dragon in human form roared with laughter at something that the human with the mohawk said, while Ol’kha’s friend seemed trying not to laugh as well.

Ghost sat down with his back to the wall, able to look at everything and control where everyone was, and calmly took his skull mask off to place it on the table. Dark brown eyes swept all over the room, until they stopped at the table where a pretty tiefling with dark hair and elegant horns was sitting next to an elf with hair so fair that it looked almost white under the light of the candles.

‘‘Oh’’ Calliara muttered, and Ol’kha looked at her.

‘‘What?’’

The elf seemingly didn’t hear her, while she stared right back at Price’s shadow. Ghost’s scarred face seemeed to soften for a second, or maybe it was just an illusion thanks to the candles, and he looked away. Calliara averted her gaze too, and grabbed her tankard to pretend she wasn’t flustered.

‘‘Are you… blushing?’’

‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’’

Ol’kha laughed incredulously, and was about to tease her friend further when the main door opened for the third time.

This time, two men crossed the treshold, talking among themselves while they walked towards the big table by the stage too.

A tall, muscular man with a skintone that suggested there was drow blood in him. In what amounth, it wasn’t clear.

And a big, enormous, burly half orc with a wide smile that showed his lower tusks, golden chains dangling from his neck and over his open shirt, and that greeted Price with a thunderous laugh and a slap on the back that would have thrown to the floor a weaker man.

The men at the table shuffled their chairs to make space for the newcomers, except Ghost, who didn’t move an inch from where he was, listening to something that Gaz was telling him.

The half orc looked around the room as he sat down beside Price, without losing the dashing smile, and that smile widened when his dark eyes fell on the tiefling.

Ol’kha sank in her chair, and Calliara looked at her, surprised.

‘‘Crap’’

[kurishiri]

05 . . . main story

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: objectification, infantilization, non-consensual touching and invasion of personal space, obsessive and possessive behavior.

—— Dream ——

——What a beautiful child. You have golden locks like the madam.

Maid: He’s almost like an angel. Come now, look at those jewel-like eyes.

Butler: He was born to be happy; that is how beautiful he is.

It was almost as though being beautiful was a condition to be happy.

Everyone smiled and praised his beauty with their lips — except for one.

(If I just have this, it will all be alright.)

(That’s why, please smile—)

——Please don’t look at me with those sad eyes.

Maid’s voice: Kyaaah!! S-someone, come here—!!!

——It’s not enough. I need more.

I need enough, to compensate for the happiness I stole away.

I need the most beautiful thing in the world—

—— End dream ——

Elbert: ...ngh, ...hah, hah...

As if seeking air on the water’s surface from the depths of the sea, he awoke from his bed with a start.

Elbert: ...Hah......

It was still dark outside the window, and when he looked at the clock, it was apparent not even two hours had passed.

Elbert: ...

His gaze dropped to his palm. There laid the shell she had given him, which had not shifted since before he fell asleep.

Ever since she gave him it at the beach, he had not let go of it since.

Elbert: ...

He tried to put it on top of the nightstand — but after tens of seconds of hesitation,

He pulled out a suitable box from the drawer of the nightstand, and locked the shell in there.

He then selected a suitable pen from the many he had and scribbled something on the back of a postcard, depicting a scene from a certain somewhere.

Elbert: ...Hah...

He then placed the postcard gently in the box, then once again sank into his bed.

Some days after Lord Elbert had taken me to the beach——

Elbert: Kate... are you alright?

Kate: A little nervous... but overall I’m fine.

Alfons: You could hardly persuade anyone that you’re fine when you’re thiiis stiff.

Kate: Uwah!?

Alfons: Oh my, all I did was trace your back... you’re quite inexperienced, no?

Elbert: Al, don’t do that.

Alfons: Yes, yes.

We had been keeping tabs on the Bernard Company, so we were headed to the party where art collectors gathered.

(The Bernard Company was the criminal organization who had attacked the inn where Daisy worked.)

(When I think about how we might run into one of the perpetrators... it’s harder to not be nervous.)

Elbert: ...It’ll be alright.

Giving me a fleeting sidelong glance at my being a nervous wreck, Lord Elbert murmured.

Elbert: No matter what happens... I won’t let anyone hurt you.

(Lord Elbert...)

Kate: ...Thank you.

(I can’t afford to get in the way of these two, as they are on a mission.)

(I need to pull myself together.)

Our plan today was for me and Elbert to act as collectors, and for Alfons to be an attendant.

And our goal for today was to get to know the host art dealer of this gathering, who seemed to be a member of the Chamber of Commerce.

(If we raise any suspicion before we put our plan into action, it’ll be the end for us.)

The clothes we’re wearing today were all those Elbert had bought the previous day.

Even one small accessory cost more money than I could make in a lifetime.

(But... just for now, I’ll have to wear this and become a natural noble lady.)

Kate: I’m alright now. Let’s go.

Elbert: ... [surprised]

Alfons: Hehe... you are quite a courageous little robin, contrary to what I expected.

I followed the two of them, and immediately upon entering, I felt the line of sight of the surrounding attendants unanimously turn to focus on us.

Girl with a folding fan: Aahh... he’s here. What beauty...!

Gentleman with glasses: I can only let out a sigh... look at those eyes like blue sapphires.

Noble woman with curly hair: Haa... He is surely more beautiful than any art piece here I’ve laid my eyes on today.

Even if I wanted to block those murmuring voices out, I couldn’t.

Along with the gazes surrounding Lord Elbert, they couldn’t stop letting out sighs of admiration.

Elbert: ...

Every time I heard those voices of admiration, and every step we took up the stairway,

it became clear that a shadow was forming over Elbert’s expression.

Alfons: You appear quite pale, Elbie. Would you like to take a rest?

Elbert: No… I’m fine.

(He looks far from ‘fine’ to me though…)

Kate: Lord Elbert, please don’t push yourself.

Elbert: I won’t… thank you.

(…As I thought, he is not fine.)

(It’s only natural he would become weary of all those who stared at him and admired him as though he were a work of art.)

Lord Elbert’s expression was downcast, to the point it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think there was something more.

(Will he really be okay…)

——Lined up in the hall, which was brightly lit by a chandelier, were many works of art.

(Wow… it’s almost like an art museum.)

There were paintings and plaster figure statues… there were all kinds of art that it was almost blinding.

But, when I thought about how these pieces of art were obtained through immoral ways, I couldn’t feel moved.

Middle-aged gentleman: Hello there, Elbert. I was waiting for you.

White-haired lady: My, my, your face is as beautiful as ever. I almost want to keep you by my side as decoration and admire you.

Green-eyed lady: Oh, how I missed you, Elbert!

Elbert: …

All of a sudden, a group who appeared to be Lord Elbert’s acquaintances had gathered around us.

The lively voices continued to spread, so I distanced myself a little from Lord Elbert.

Kate: It seems Lord Elbert is quite popular.

Alfons: …Indeed.

I made some small talk with Alfons, keeping my voice quiet.

I couldn’t help but notice how little Alfons spoke, for someone who was normally more talkative.

(But it’s a bit of a relief to know that Lord Elbert has people he knows.)

(He seems a little down, but I hope he will feel better if he talks with them.)

That gave me a sense of calm, and when I looked back at Lord Elbert and his acquaintances—

Middle-aged gentleman: I wonder how many years have passed since I could look at you like this. Come now, show your face so I can see it better.

The gentleman, who clearly exuded an air of nobility, used both of his hands to cup Lord Elbert’s cheeks.

Then, he leaned in close enough that their lips might end up meeting.

(…Why…?)

Lord Elbert said nothing, nor did he show any signs of protest.

He simply let the other do what he wanted with him.

Middle-aged gentleman: Oh, you mustn’t turn away from me. Look at me, Elbert.

Elbert: …Alright.

Even I could see that this was clearly not a normal way to greet someone.

The middle-aged gentleman, as if making sure of a doll’s craftsmanship,

tilted Lord Elbert’s face left and right, admiring him.

Middle-aged gentleman: Truly, your beauty is second to none.

Green-eyed lady: Elbert, turn toward me as well… My, are you a little short on sleep, perhaps?

Elbert: …I’m fine.

White-haired lady: Are you sure? You aren’t so scared you can’t sleep, aren’t you? I can sing you a lullaby again.

Elbert: …Thank you.

(Is this… his ‘normal’?)

Along with words of admiration for his physique, they touched all over Lord Elbert’s body.

It was almost as though he were being put on display.

Even though Lord Elbert donned a deeply pained expression, he didn’t try to avoid their hands.

Kate: Um, Alfons…

Alfons: What is it?

I was hoping he could help when I looked beside me, but he only responded back to me with a cool voice.

Kate: Maybe I am speaking out of turn, but… would it not be best to stop that…?

Alfons: If you wish to intervene, by all means, do what you will. I won’t be saying anything though.

A: That said, it is not the first time what we are seeing here has happened to Elbie.

Kate: …Are you saying this is common?

My own voice trembled from fear.

Alfons didn’t answer, simply letting a small, fleeting smile play on his lips.

Alfons: Anyhow, please make sure not to forget ‘our role’ here.

A: After all, if a servant acts without being ordered to do so by their master, they won’t be forgiven.

(I see… so it’s because today, Alfons is playing the role of a servant.)

(Then, I’m the only one who can stop this situation…?)

Elbert: …

When I turned back toward Lord Elbert, I saw that his face had paled.

(It looks like he’s hurting, so why…)

I had listened in on the voices of the people who were smitten with Lord Elbert’s physique from a short distance away.

Girl with a folding fan: …What is with them? Are they trying to brag to us?

Gentleman with glasses: No, I understand how they feel. If I were allowed, I would want to admire him from up close as well.

Noble woman with curly hair: I would give up all my belongings to be able to touch his skin… just what can I do to get closer to him?

My heart felt cold hearing that.

It was sad hearing those words that seemed to insinuate that Lord Elbert was like some jewel or accessory.

(If he stays here, the situation will only grow more strange—)

(And right now, Lord Elbert was probably, no… definitely hurting more than me.)

Kate: Alfons…

Alfons: Yes?

Kate: I will try my best not to get in the way of the mission, so.

Without finishing my thought, I stepped forward.

Acting as an escort, I approached Lord Elbert from behind and gently touched his elbow.

Kate: Lord Elbert, it would appear as though the host has not yet arrived… so, would you care to come outside?

Elbert: …Kate.

Deep blue eyes that resembled the ocean regarded me.

But it seemed like those eyes dulled the heart, and there was an emptiness somewhere within.

Kate: U, um… your complexion looks slightly pale, and so I figured going outside for some fresh air would benefit you…

Green-eyed lady: I apologize, but who might you be? Elbert, is she a new guard or something else of the sort?

Green-eyed lady: If that is the case, then excuse me, but your dress looks like it’s weeping. Not to mention your conduct is quite disgraceful.

Middle-aged gentleman: Haha, there is no need to go that far; I feel bad for her now.

Middle-aged gentleman: Young miss, we have been Elbert’s acquaintances since he was young. So, would you mind staying out of this?

I could feel the gazes of the three people surrounding Elbert, and the gazes from my surroundings in general, seem to glare daggers.

(But…)

I can’t just leave Lord Elbert, whose face was becoming blue, alone to fend for himself.

Middle-aged gentleman: Are you listening, young miss?

Kate: …!

A hand found its way under my chin and with a sharp motion, forced me to look up.

Middle-aged gentleman: Now, that just won’t do, a rubbish stone like you, standing among the finest gem in the showcase.

White-haired lady: Truly… she is a disgrace to beauty.

The heartless words directed at me put me on edge.

(I know without anyone telling me that I’m not suited for a place like this.)

(But, aren’t the things that these people are doing here more of an embarrassment?)

Middle-aged gentleman: What is that look in your eyes?

The gentleman’s face grew red with anger, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. But—

Elbert: ……Could you stop?

With just a few words from Lord Elbert, the room grew deathly silent.

Elbert: Touching her, criticizing her… please stop that.

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Chapter VI: A Deal With A Devil

Raphael is growing increasingly impatient (dare I say jealous?) with Astarion's interference into his plans for the little mermaid. How convenient for him that the Spawn and the Siren need his help...

Flashbacks and memories are written in italics.

TW: Mentions of Astarion's past abuse, blood and mentions of violence, some sexual themes.

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In the brief time that Zenosyne and Astarion had grown to trust one another, the party made progress through the underdark, through the shadowlands, and towards Moonrise towers. They pushed forward day by day on foot, ever on through the sun and the moonlight, making camp where and when they could find a haven.

Ever astute and perceptive to his surroundings, Astarion was quick to bring it to the attention of the party that there was a presence following them as they trudged through the darkness...

“It always feels like we’re being watched here. The shadows have shadows.” Gale replied, keeping his voice low despite the seemingly empty landscape. As if the bone chilling darkness wasn't enough to leave him unsettled, he didn't want to believe that there was someone watching him from afar without his knowledge.

“No, there’s someone following us… a woman.” Astarion challenged, concern etched into his brow. He looked forward with a hand outstretched to keep the others back. Keeping his lithe frame low, he inched forward without making a sound- his breath held fast and his feet completely silent in the dry dirt. Coming up behind Zenosyne, he leaned down to the level of her ear:

“A dwarven woman. There.” He whispered, his unnaturally cool body putting a shiver down her spine... Or, was it how close he had gotten that made her shiver like that…?

Zeno strained her eyes against the fog and the darkness that kept the air thick with mystery. She leaned in, as though it would help her see past the endless dreary landscape. Finally, she managed to spot a robed woman- her face obscured by two heavy leather gloves- crouched behind a broken wagon near the abandoned blacksmiths’. She blended in well enough alongside the craggy, open walls and crumbling foundation of the stone building. What would have been an incredibly impressive hub of machinery and commerce was now nothing but an empty, open-air nest for birds and the stray cats that hunted them. With all the care she could muster, Zeno stepped one foot over the other towards the figure. At only a few feet away, she heard the deep, gravely voice of the dwarven woman rise up from behind the dilapidated wagon- something completely unintelligible. With a cloud of smoke and sulfurous odor that blended in well with the ominous surroundings, she vanished into nothingness.

“Sulfur?” Zeno questioned out loud.

“The hells.” Wyll said with resolution. “She’s a spy from the hells.”

“Raphael.” Zeno said with surety. “He’s still watching. Waiting for someone to make a deal with him…” She sighed.

An uneasy silence befell the adventurers.

“I’m ready to head back to Last Light Inn.” Karlach said, a hint of disgust at the topic of devils and the hells. “I’ve had enough of this reeking wasteland for one day. Not to mention, I’m starving.” She shook her clanky armor to get the attention of Zeno, who had been gazing off into the distance again.

_

It would be a few hours before they returned to Last Light, the open fire and half empty bar welcoming them to sit and rest. It was always a pleasure to get to sleep in proper beds instead of in tents and bedrolls, no matter how modest the lodgings. The warm air smelled richly of cooking sausages and potatoes, butter and bread. His Majesty, the inn’s resident feline stalked back and forth along dusty wooden planks without a sound, watching the lack-luster crowd with quiet interest. His light pink wrinkled face upturned at any who approached him.

Zeno wasted no time in climbing the rickety stairs of the inn and closing the door to her room, her back resting with exhaustion on the wooden frame as she shed her clothing. Gale was always kind enough to make sure there was a hot bath for all who asked for it- creating water and warming it up using his arcane tricks, and tonight was no exception. Zeno was infinitely grateful, especially at the end of such a tiring day. Hells, it had been a tiring few months. She closed her eyes and swayed back and forth on aching feet- letting them soak for a few moments before she sank deeper into the steaming waters.

However long she lay there, basking in the steam and smelling lavender oils was not enough in her opinion. She fell asleep there, enveloped in the rich scents and relaxing salts. As she closed her eyes, she saw visions of purple and blue waters- pearls and clouds, stars and galaxies. They all blended into a surreal and inviting world for her to find some temporary respite in, her dreams hardly making sense these days. It would be all too soon when she heard a knock at her door- prompting her to jolt upright in the now cool water.

“Yes?” She cried out, startled.

“It would seem you have an uninvited guest.” Astarion said, his voice calling out with a teasing tone.

“Well, you’re always invited in, you know.” She replied, sinking back into the water for a few more precious moments.

“Oh, me?”

He stepped into the room, closing the door quickly behind him when he realized she was lying there in the bath. His face held no surprise, he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest that his actions might be interpreted as less than gentlemanly to any outside observers.

“Well, I know you’ll always invite me in. Even if I no longer need an invitation to cross the threshold.” He teased, walking over to her as she finished rinsing the suds from her long hair. He reached down and grabbed the comb that lay on the little table nearby, making the burning candle wicks jump and wave with his passing through.

“However,” He said, leaving Zeno in suspense for a few moments. He knelt by the tub, reaching out to comb her wet locks as he ran his fingers through the wavy strands. The tips of his fingers found her scalp, gently rolling circles into her skin. She sighed into his touch, letting her head fall in his direction.

“I’m not talking about myself.” He finished, continuing the work at her hair.

“What?” Zeno asked, suddenly having forgotten what they had been talking about.

“The uninvited guest? It wasn’t myself I was referring to” Astarion reminded her.

“Oh?” Zeno seemed lost in his soothing, gentle little strokes through her tresses. Seemingly unbothered by this statement, she closed her eyes again. “Do tell.”

“Raphael.”

Zeno’s eyes shot open, her heart suddenly racing at the name. She turned to look at Astarion suddenly with worried eyes, the previous fatigue seeming to leave her in an instant.

“Now hold on, hold on. I was thinking. You remember the runes?” He asked, not getting too specific in his inquiry. He didn’t have to elaborate. Zenosyne knew right away what he was referring to. The infernal text that was carved into his back. She had asked about them the first night she saw them-

“What are those scars?” She had asked, laying on the wet rocks by the river, him rested atop her bare body as he quietly dozed off.

His eyes shot open, and a look of disgust came over him. She suddenly feared the worst. She had asked too much. He sat up to look her, his still wet hair clinging to his pale neck.

“A gift. A poem. From my old master, Cazador.”

“I'm so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“He spent the entirety of an evening carving that into my flesh- making many mistakes along the way- correcting them as he saw fit.” He interrupted; his voice was laced with bitterness as he spat the name of his tormentor.

Zeno let him speak, her heart breaking at the realization that she had uncovered a difficult subject for him, one that unearthed horrible memories, no doubt.

“In infernal?” She dared to asked.

“Infernal?! Gods!” He said in surprise. “I had no idea.”

Zeno nodded, surprised that he could carry these scars for so long without knowing what they meant, but not pressing the matter further.

“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I will listen, but don’t feel obligated to burden yourself with things that haunt you right now, for my sake.” Zeno said. “If anyone knows that trust has to come in your own time, it’s me.”

Astarion blinked a few times at her statement. His thoughts were shaken, caught off guard by her understanding nature. He hadn’t ever told a soul about his scars before. He also hadn’t drunk from another person before, but, here he was- doing all sorts of new and strange things. What a day.

“Do you know what it says?” He asked, unable to face the uneasy feelings he had when accepting her kindness.

“I…” She struggled. “…Should, but I don’t. It’s unlike any other infernal words I’ve ever seen written.”

His shoulders slumped at her confusion.

“No matter.” He said, trying to push aside this and any other unwanted feelings he was having. He had been doing a lot of that lately, since the first night he came to her in the river. Since that night they shared so much- their bodies and their secrets. He was no stranger to sharing his body- and yet, this felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before with a lover. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea that he was becoming vulnerable with her. With every late night they spent together- sneaking off into the trees for hushed jokes and laughter- and, sometimes more- he realized he had passed the point of no return with this one. Whatever that meant, or whatever it was that he felt, he wasn’t sure any longer.

“I remember.” Zeno said, letting Astarion continue to comb her hair as she dried off. It was a small act of intimacy that wasn’t lost on her.

“You know who knows how to read all kinds of Infernal texts?” He asked, and Zeno stopped drying herself- standing still at the suggestion he was making.

“He’s a devil. What kind of terrible price will he make you pay to translate it? You’ve already suffered enough! You don’t need to be indebted to him!” She argued, “I’m not looking to scold you for what you’re thinking, I know how desperately you want to know what they say. But I am trying to impress upon you the severity of such an exchange.”

“Let’s just hear what he has to say. Who knows? It might not be so bad!” Astarion said, twirling the comb around in the air in circles as he elaborated upon his line of reasoning.

Zenosyne shook her head with concern in her eyes- “We may listen to what he has to say but don’t underestimate him. He is cunning, and will sneak details into the contract that we never even dreamed of considering.”

We.

Astarion sharply inhaled at the statement. She was in this with him. He always knew she was, but hearing those words from her yet again left him with too many unanswered questions about his own feelings.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing.” He quietly said, “I promise you that.” He looked to the side as if thinking deeply for a moment, then said with a chuckle, “It’s all so tempting… But, I think he’s here to see you.”

-

As they made their way down the loud and creaking stairs of Last Light, Zenosyne and Astarion felt watched from every angle as their companions waited with little patience for their arrival. None had approached Raphael in their time there, instead waiting for a plan. He had been seated across from a young Tiefling girl named Mol, playing a game of Lanceboard with her this whole time. As they made their way over to the table, Mol smiled at them, thinking that they were interested in her Lanceboard skills. Zenosyne didn’t bother with any niceties, she spoke up right away to quell her curiosity.

“What are you doing here, Raphael?” She asked.

The pensive devil smirked, his eyes darting from Zenosyne to Mol, then back at the board. There was only one more move to be made before the game would be over.

“Just a game with a friend.” He drawled. His chin rested in his hand.

“Then leave it and follow me. We need to talk” Zenosyne demanded, no patience in her tone whatsoever.

“There’s just ONE more move!” Mol said, with a whiny tone. Her face showed disappointment at the thought that it would go unfinished.

“Go on then.” The siren sighed, her eyes never parting from Raphael’s.

Mol defended her Mystra, leaving Raphel wide open to attack her King.

“Damn!” She cried out in frustration.

“Don’t doubt yourself, little one. You faltered there- when you could have gone for the offensive move instead.” Raphael said, a finger held high. “Next time, remember that. I trust you will remember that, too, when you consider my offer.”

Mol said nothing, instead walking away, huffing at her loss.

 “She’s just a child.” Zeno said, her tone unsurprised. Flat, even.

Raphael finally looked back to the Siren who had been demanding his attention. He stood, making eye contact with each of the party members as he did. Then, he paced a little as he made quiet conclusions about each of them in his mind. There was no doubt he was sizing them up one by one. Finally, his gaze rested once again on the siren he had known so well. Once.

“A blushing apple, just waiting to be plucked… you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He looked pointedly at Zeno.

“The difference between you and I, my dear, is that I always know what I’m getting into before I bite the apple.”

“Please. Let me smack this creep.” Karlach growled through gritted teeth. She looked as though she were about to melt the floorboards beneath her with untamed rage.

“Have you considered my offer, then, my sweet little mermaid?” Raphael purred suggestively, ignoring the impossibly angry Tiefling.

“I have… but I’m not quite ready to accept it.” Zenosyne admitted. “I have more to ask of you, first. So I suggest you take us somewhere private.”

Raphael laughed heartily at her directness.

“You are always welcome in my house.” He said.

In an instant, the warm surroundings of Last Light Inn began melting away as they found themselves once again in his lavish House of Hope. The impossibly high ceilings felt so jarring when replacing those of such a humble inn. Not to mention the smell of sulfur that suddenly assaulted their senses. The deep, sensual red of the curtains and the gold trimmed furniture lined with plush pillows were almost tempting enough to make them all wish they’d lodged there instead. Almost.

“I’m listening.” Raphael continued.

“Ethel. The hag. She mentioned someone from my past- someone that she said would pay a fine price should she reveal my whereabouts to them…” Zeno said nervously, her pulse quickening with anxiety. Raphael’s attempt at a comforting gaze did little to lessen her uneasiness.

“What makes you think she didn’t already? What makes you think he didn’t pay the price?” he asked, in an uncaring tone. He shrugged his shoulders as though it were nothing.

“So, it was you. You’re the prince I spoke about in the visions from my past.”

Raphael smiled a wicked grin, and with all the charm of a snake said simply,

“I am he.”

“Why? Why did you want to find me so badly?” Zeno pressured him, the urgency in her tone palpable.

Raphael’s glee was hard to hide. He had something to work with, now.

“Hah! That’s not for me to reveal. Time will tell, and all will be revealed in its’ due course.”

“That’s not reassuring!” Zeno exclaimed, frustrated at his lack of a reply. She stayed silent for some time as she thought about everything she had just found out, and everything she had yet to discover regarding her mysterious past.

“Well” Raphael finally said, “If that is all”

“Actually” Astarion spoke up, “I do have a question for you.” He stepped forward. Raphael looked at him with interest.

“It’s about the runes… carved into my back.” Astarion began to falter now. He was sharing something all too personal with this devil, and now with everyone present. It was all moving so fast for him, this trust thing. Yet, he felt that if he didn’t take this chance here and now, he may never find out what it is that he had been carrying with him for 200 years. He took the leap.

“It’s written in infernal. I want to know what it says.”

“And who carved these runes, I wonder?” Raphael asked with a quizzical brow, seeming very comfortable where he stood, looking the spawn up and down with a judging gaze. He had already sized him up before. The spawn was stronger than he looked, and he was enslaved to his sanguine hunger. His mask of confidence didn’t work in the face of this devil. What was more, Raphael noted, the smell of Bergamot and Rosemary that was uniquely his was now on Zenosyne’s skin. In her hair. On her lips.

“My old master, Cazador.” Astarion replied, bravely. He wouldn’t show weakness now. Not when this much was at stake.

Raphael grinned slowly, the ends of his lips curling into a suspiciously satisfied and twisted look.

…Cazador? Oh, I have him now.

“Scars do tell such wonderful stories. What do yours tell, I wonder? A love poem? A curse?” Raphael teased, trying to get Astarion’s imagination going and his fears to heighten.

“Enough games, Raphael.” Zeno said with anger. She despised how he was toying with Astarion’s personal demons.

Raphael rolled his eyes dramatically, “Very well! You always were impatient, you know, little mermaid.” He said. Zeno’s quick defense of the spawn told Raphael all he needed to know. Luckily, though, the pale elf would be out of the picture soon enough…

“I will translate these runes for you, on one condition.”

A heavy silence filled the air as they waited for Raphael to finish his offer.

“There is a… creature. One with whom I have a storied past with. I want him dispatched and disposed of.” Raphael said, simply.

“Well, that’s… fairer than I thought.” Astarion said, a bit of hope in his words.

“You wound me, spawn. I am always fair.” Raphael said, feigning offense.

“What kind of creature? Speak plainly.” Zeno pushed for more details. There was no way she would walk into a fight with no clue as to what she was facing. Especially not at the behest of a devil.

Raphael paused, as if to place a dramatic effect on his already haunting narrative. 

“There is a creature that lurks in silence and shadow- a creature who, like me, is very much of the infernal persuasion… Should it make its way out through the very doors you are about to brazenly swing open, you will have unleashed a pestilence upon this realm… In truth, it is carnage incarnate. So, if you meet the devil of which I speak, kill it. Consider no other course of action.”

The tension in the air was thick, and the silence was palpable.

“Sounds like an acquaintance I’d rather like to make, actually.” Zeno teased, trying to break up his tense glare.

In an instant, he lunged forward, baring his teeth.

“Listen here, little mermaid.” Raphael’s eyes darkened- he leaned in close so that his face was mere centimeters from her own-

‘That damned Bergamot and Rosemary’ he thought, his senses assaulted by yet another reminder that she wasn’t the same woman he knew before- she wasn’t under his thumb like she once was.

“Do not. Underestimate. This opponent… Strike first, strike true. Defy the odds. For they are distinctly in its favor. That much I owe the bastard to concede.”

Zeno felt her face grow hot. Now thoroughly frightened, she nodded, swallowing her ego.

“I accept. I’ll see it done.” She said, unable to hide the insecurity gnawing at the back of her mind. Astarion was watching closely before- but now his face turned completely to her. He stopped himself short. He might have objected. It felt wrong asking this of her.

“No games, Raphael. If we defeat this old nemesis of yours, you will tell Astarion all of what is written. You will leave no important details out of the translation- and you’ll speak honestly about all that it says.” She said, maintaining a bit of calm in her tone. She wasn’t boldly mocking him or playing along anymore. She was very serious, almost pleading with him to hold up his end of the deal. She was certain that everyone could feel the hint of desperation behind her words, especially the devil before her.

“So it is done.” Raphael agreed, keeping his face close to her own- smiling now with a broad grin.

In an instant the grand surroundings of Raphael's abode melted away, and their bodies were engulfed in roaring flames that did not burn them. The tongues of magical fire licked towards their frightened eyes- and when they opened them once again, the party stood in the plain old inn once more.

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Raphael stood proudly in his dining hall. He cleared his throat, content with the show he had made in front of his guests. He turned around to face the massive hearth that flickered with everlasting fire, its ornate trim glowing in its infernal light beneath the massive oil painting of the devil himself. He let his red wings spring free from behind him, his horns manifesting on his skull.

“How much luckier could I get?” he asked aloud, hearing small footsteps from behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know that Korilla, his stealthy spy stood in the entryway. Her hands clasped nervously in front of her as they so often were.

“A contract on his skin, to of all people- my own father. He will be destroyed in Cazador’s ascension… and removed from the narrative altogether.”

He spoke directly to Korilla,

“You’ll keep an eye on that damned spawn and my little mermaid, won’t you?”

Without a word, the dwarven woman disappeared into a cloud of black sulfurous smoke.

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[lukohan]

Genshin and Climbing part 2

We all know that every character in Genshin can climb just the same. But I suddenly had the thought… how well would they actually be able to climb up, something like a rock or cliff or even a tree.

So I decided to rate their climbing skills. Keep in mind, great combat skills does not equal great climbing skills.

I’ll just rate their climbing skills as: LOW, MID, or HIGH skill.

Here for part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

Here go the Genshin men and boys, Liyue version:

Baizhu: He has a rather weak body, so strenuous activities are not something he does, climbing included. He will be mostly in his pharmacy. Even when he goes herb gathering or going out to help patients, there is no climbing involved now or in the past. LOW

Childe/Tartaglia: No one will question him about his fighting skills. But climbing? I dare say he has a bit of skill. Partly from his training as a Harbinger, but also because of his siblings. Anyone with younger siblings knows that you either have to climb after them or climb for them to get something. So, Childe might not be an expert but he has some skills. MID

Chongyun: I imagine he trained in the mountains to be an exorcist. While I do not know what training he did exactly, I can imagine that climbing cliffs and rocks was part of it. He also climbed dragonspine with ease. Not to mention, going to all those places with rumoured spirit sighting, those aren’t always at the side of a road. MID

Gaming: Our cheerful boy transports goods back and forth through entire Liyue, but he mostly uses roads to do so. He is quite nimble, given his Wushu dance, but that alone does not give him good climbing skills. And while standing atop of lanterns and dancing on them was quite the feat, that is still not climbing. LOW

Xiao: The adeptus lived for a long time, so he certainly picked up a palette of skills, climbing included. While he is certainly capable to just teleport to where he needs to be, I can image him actually climbing up the mountains of Jueyun Karst before he started to reside in Wangshu Inn. Also his passive skill is “decrease climbing stamina consumption” which implies he knows various skills for climbing. HIGH

Xingqiu: As the second child of an enormous commerce guild, he is a well-off young master, who doesn’t need to go climbing. His love for books also means he would rather stay and read, than go somewhere to climb up things. Sure, he can get up a rock, but actual climbing skill? No. LOW

Zhongli: One would think the Geo archon would be able to climb, given the connection with rocks and such. But actually, no. Zhongli has no need to go climbing, considering he works as a consultant and remains mostly in Liyue Harbor. And even bevor, when he was Morax (Humanish or Dragon), he had no need for climbing skills, given that he could just float if he needed to go up somewhere. LOW

[opultea]

A Home

Kazuha x Reader - Gender Neutral Reader (No pronouns) - Romantic - SFW - Fluff with mild angst

Kazuha had long been the wandering ronin. There were many times through his endless journey when he wondered how endless it may be. He knew that there was no returning to his homeland in the foreseeable future, not with his picture on wanted posters and the closing of the nation. But Kazuha never truly minded his wandering. It was his calling.

The wind had never been as fresh as when Kazuha strolled across cliffsides and mountain views with no expectations. No society, no name of nobility in this foreign land, no one to stop him. And nowhere to stop. Only the grass, the ocean view of Liyue, the breeze, and the open sky.

That sky was storming the day Kazuha met you. Not fond of stopping to admire the sky in its tempest state, the wandering samurai often found caves to huddle down in until the thunder passed by. Though the storms in Liyue were not as long, loud, or damaging as those in his homeland, they still managed to split his heart with every bolt.

Back turned to the shattering world outside the small alcove he found himself in, Kazuha fiddled with the orange ginkgo leaf in his hand. The land of commerce had many of these trees, lining their city streets and dotting the plains and mountaintops. They were not as deeply coloured as the maples he was used to. Yet with harsh rain nearing his back and thunder cracking through the air, something to remind him of his past comforts was more than appreciated. Kazuha often quite liked the rain, he found the scent of its arrival calming, and its song soothing. But this was not the calm of rain. This was a storm.

You did not mind the rain, but today's downpour was nearing torrential, the basket in your arms flailing in the winds. It was not far till you reached your home, you had only gone to purchase some groceries from Wangshu Inn. You lived somewhat far from other homes, the inn being the closest building to your own house just south of it. It may have been considered lonely, or even desolate to others, but you enjoyed the quiet. Each morning you rose with the sun and the birdsong, each day you tended to your garden and listened to the babble of the stream. It was a shame you couldn't hear these things above the storm today.

Raising your head to better survey your current distance from the safety of your home, you couldn't help but pause at an irregular colour jutting out from a rock wall. Did someone leave a blanket here? Or maybe a random flyaway cloth got stuck on the rocks? Approaching to investigate the strangely bright object, you braced yourself against the wind, hoping to ease your mind of its strangely intense curiosity. It felt as if something was pushing you to go closer, the wind on your back staggering you forward.

You furrowed your brows as you recognised a human silhouette behind the bright cloth. What was anyone doing out here in a storm like this? You steadied yourself on the stone at the entrance of the small rocky indent, tensing your arm to keep your basket from flying from your hold in the wild winds.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" You asked, voice raised just enough that the crouched figure could hear you over the gales. The person turned quickly in surprise, revealing the rain-stricken face of a young man, his body shivering from what you assumed was the cold. "Are you far from where you live? If you are, you're free to take shelter in my home,"

The words seemed to sadden the man at first, but his expression settled into a gentle smile.

"I am indeed quite far, further than I have ever been. But I will humbly accept your gracious offer," His tone was the softest you'd ever heard. You wondered what had softened it so.

A crack of thunder burst through the air that had eased around you, shifting the atmosphere of the exchange back into its initial turbulence and necessity. You looked up to see the shock of violet in the sky, followed by another deafening bang. The storm must be right above you now.

"Come on, it isn't safe out here," You coaxed, gesturing for the man to stand and follow after you. His sadly furrowed eyes stared past you at the inclement sky, a streak of something new behind his gaze. But you didn't have time to ponder, you had to get the both of you out of the worsening weather. "My house isn't far,"

The two of you whipped like blades of grass in the viscous winds, nearly toppling several times as your visibility decreased. The dark clouds swallowed the heavens, churning and daring to swallow you as well. Luckily you reached the steps of your small home before the wind picked up enough to blow the rain directly into your eyes. Ushering the stranger inside, you put your basket down on the floor by the kitchen and led the man to the dining space.

Kazuha watched as you shivered, your hands shaking with the chill as you lit the small fireplace. Your home was quaint, but it matched you. He was inclined toward the forest of house plants that stood in the corners of the room, noting their health and appreciating the freshness they added to the room. Kazuha only noticed you had left once you came back into the room holding a pile of towels. Thanking you quietly, he took a moment to dry his hair as neatly as he could as to not flay the water onto your floor.

You realised your strange guest was standing in the middle of the room rather awkwardly. Now quite self-conscious of your hosting, you invited the man to sit down by the fire.

"You'll have to excuse my lack of proficiency in entertaining, I don't often have guests," You smiled apologetically as you sat beside each other.

"Not at all, I'm most grateful for the kindness and the shelter," His softness persisted as you conversed quietly by firelight, learning more about each other in slow words. The night darkened silently as the storm raged on in its void, stirring an appreciation for the warmth within your small abode.

Eventually, you went about setting up your most comfortable sleeping mat for the stranger you now knew as Kaedehara Kazuha of Inazuma. It was late, and now that the two of you were mostly dry, it would only be good to rest. Kazuha attempted to wave your request for him to stay, excusing that he had spent many of his nights out in the wilderness.

"There's no doubt you'll get sick if you stay out there, and it's no trouble for me. If anything, I'd enjoy the company," You assured, lighting a small lamp to keep some glow in the darkness now that the fire was low.

Kazuha nodded agreeably, but you did not miss his glance out at the tempest.

The night was cold and long, but the sweet breeze of daybreak gave Kazuha a reason to smile at the sky again. He rose from his beddings to this lovely scent and the accompanying fragrance of jasmine tea that he supposed you were brewing a room away. Entering the kitchen, the samurai spied two bowls of congee steaming on the table.

"Ah, good morning," You greeted, turning around to gesture to the light breakfast you'd prepared. "Please sit, I just whipped something up quickly."

Smiling at your kindness, Kazuha placed himself on the stool in front of the serving of fresh food. It had been a while since Kazuha had eaten a warm meal that was prepared for him. His diet usually consisted of fish he caught in the rivers and the fruits he plucked from tree tops. The warmth of the bowl and accompanying tea cup made his heart grow warm too.

You had already begun eating, though not so subtly glanced up to see if your guest liked the food you'd prepared. You'd hate to serve something he didn't like, or that he was allergic to. You would've liked to ask beforehand but feared you'd only disturb his sleep. Perhaps you were overthinking this...

"Thank you for the meal, it was a perfectly rousing dish for a misty morning such as this one," The compliment relieved you of your stress, though it crossed your mind that anything this soft-spoken stranger said would put you at ease. "I'd like to offer my service in any work you may have, as payment for the shelter and kindness you have provided,"

"Oh! There's no need for that, I'm sure you've got your own business to attend to, and I'm used to doing the work alone," You excused, clearing the empty bowls to wash.

"Please, allow me to repay your hospitality," Kazuha stood to meet your gaze. "I am a wanderer, and so have no daily business I must attend to, and I can assure you I am capable of any physical work, if that is your worry." Although you still had reservations about making your guest work for you, his insistence and careful words were enough to convince you to allow him his boon.

"Ah, alright," You sighed gratefully. "I have a garden just outside that needs attending. The rain would have done its work last night, so it only needs to be weeded, and the radishes should be ready to harvest."

In the following days, the night raged with storms, prompting Kazuha to stay and continue to provide his services for your garden. You quickly discovered that he possessed a prodigious connection to nature, somehow always knowing when the flowers on your pumpkins would bloom and when the kale would need to be covered overnight. Your garden had never looked greener.

Similarly, your house had never been so warm. Each night over a shared dinner made from the vegetables harvested that day, Kazuha would regale you with tales from his travels. You were fascinated by his adventures, listening intently and watching the memories swirl behind the samurai's eyes.

Kazuha in turn had never found a companion so ready and willing to hear him speak. Although he had found that the crew of the Alcor were always up for a tale, Kazuha had to admit that they were not the most attentive audience. So many jugs of alcohol would do that to a crowd of rowdy sailors. Even the silence the two of you shared as you worked together was refreshing. The ronin was fascinated not only by your apparent interest in him, but also by your lifestyle. You lived alone, not only in your home, with no other houses in the surrounding area. He wondered how long you had been alone.

One bright morning, after the plants were cared for, you and Kazuha sat out on the steps in front of your door, a small basket of dried seeds at your feet. You often left a portion of the seeds from your garden to feed the birds with, enjoying the cute sight of the sparrows and finches flittering about each other. Kazuha seemed incredibly at home in this activity, managing to spark your further amazement when he coaxed several of the birds to feed from his open palm.

"Oh!" You gasped in delight as several more finches took rest on the wanderer's shoulder. "You have such a way with them, I don't think they'd ever trust me enough to do that," You admitted that you'd always wanted to gain the trust of a bird. After all, that was part of the reasoning for this regular feeding.

"There's nothing much to it, really," Kazuha chuckled lightly as a sparrow hopped between his fingers. "But I think we can make that wish come true,"

Kazuha scooped some seed from the basket, before letting it fall into your hand. Slowly, and locking your gaze to make sure of your comfort with his hold, he lifted your hand with his own. Kazuha's hand was warm, as all of him was. You couldn't help but notice the light roughness on his skin, letting the back of your hand sink into his palm as Kazuha raised it to meet his shoulder. The finch that sat peacefully on the samurai's shoulder jumped slightly at the approach of your joined hands but did not fly away. All your concentration was held on keeping your hand still, staring hopefully at the hesitant bird.

You bit your lip to hold the squeal of joy that erupted when the finch hopped onto your hand, pecking at the seed within it. And while you relished in the joy of your wish fulfilled, the man whose body was closer to yours than you remembered watched your delight in a mirth of his own. His chuckle brought your eyes to meet his, and suddenly you remembered that Kazuha's hand was still holding your own. The warmth and safety Kazuha emitted caused your body to lean into his, your shoulder eventually coming to meet Kazuha's.

You continued to stare at each other for a short moment, your heart fluttering so fervently that you jolted away in fear that Kazuha could hear it. Although, part of you believed that no matter your distance, Kazuha would always be able to hear your heart. He had a knack for knowing your true feelings before even you did.

The startled movement alarmed the birds into flight, taking their leave as a flock.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have moved so quickly," You dejectedly apologized, watching the passerine as they hid in the tree tops.

"It's no issue. If anything, I'm sorry if my proximity caused your distress, you are always welcome to let me know if I am ever making you uncomfortable. It would be my greatest displeasure if I was to do anything of the sort,"

"No!" Your cry shocked Kazuha, his mouth ajar as you grasped his hands in your own again. "You have nothing to apologize for, I was just concentrating on the bird so much that I didn't even realise what was happening! I didn't mind at all, really if anything, I'd like you to do it again!"

It was your turn to be shocked by your words. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a way to retrace the conversation, but you failed to find anything any less awkward than your silence.

Your heart stuttered when Kazuha chuckled before he slowly brought his hand up to brush your hair from your face.

"I'll keep that in mind,"

It was another night shared with a homemade meal, though tonight the two of you sat beneath the stars on the first clear night since Kazuha had arrived. You had laid a blanket across the grass to keep the cold of the earth off your backs, and laid yourselves across it after your dinner to watch the night. Your shoulder pressed against Kazuha's as you indulged in the quiet. It was nice to see the stars again, sharing the quiet of the evening with your newest friend. The company was nice too, it was rare to have someone in your home for so long.

"I will be taking my leave soon," But of course it couldn't last. You tried not to startle at the sudden declaration, heart clenching with a sadness you tried your best to withhold. Voice careful so as to not reveal your hesitance, you inquired further.

"Oh, I see. When do you think you'll be going?" Kazuha let a breath leave him, the warm fog drifting and dissipating into the night.

"Tomorrow, at noon. I must admit I am sorry to leave you, but the wilderness is my true calling. I fear I may have left it too long,"

"Of course. I'll pack a few things for you to take on your journey," You had always known that Kazuha would have to leave sometime, but you allowed yourself to brush this future away in preference of considering the warmth of the present. Now, the moment you had been shunning from your mind was finally happening.

Kazuha, sensing your despondency, shuffled carefully closer to your laying form. Turning away from the night sky, he gently brushed away the lock of hair that had fallen onto your face. His gaze deepened you, and yet laid you bare all at once. You had never felt so seen as you did under Kazuha's gaze.

"You deserve my honesty, and for this reason, I must tell you that the time I have spent sharing your company was some of the most pleasant I have spent during my wanderings. But I must follow the sun, and continue to travel across the horizon as I have,"

"I understand," Your voice cracked in its smallness. "I just... I know I'll miss you,"

Kazuha smiled sadly.

"And I, you,"

It was not long before Kazuha wandered across the fields, a pack of your vegetables on his back, all too soon a dot between the cold earth and the cloudy sky. You let yourself cry that night.

In the few months since Kazuha's absence, you learned to get used to the quiet and the cold again. At first, you'd brewed too much tea and called for the man that was no longer there. You'd sit outside in the night and imagine the ghost of his memory pressed against your side. You wished you could send Kazuha letters, at least some form of communication to ease your aching heart. But as a wanderer he had no address, only the wind to lead him, you could not.

Visiting Wangshu Inn for your next grocery run, even Verr Goldet felt the change in your demeanour. It seemed that however you tried to ignore the ache in your chest, it implored you to feel it.

"How have you been Y/n? I feel like it's been some time since our last chat," Verr asked carefully as she packed you some butter and mushrooms.

"Oh, you know. Same old quiet," Your polite smile did not do much to diminish the inn owner's concerns. She let you go with an offer of her counsel or ear, whenever you might find yourself needing it. You appreciated her offer deeply, but knew you didn't want to admit how much his absence affected you.

It was a sunny morning when you heard the birds louder than they had been in months. You were sitting at your table, eyes distant and gaze tired as you let your tea grow cold. Some days were harder than others, occasional evenings spent as if Kazuha had never been there. Most spent pondering where in the world he might be now. What hurt you most was how much this was affecting you. How was it that a single man was able to twist your soul into his even while you were miles apart? You almost wanted to forget. It would be easier if it had never happened at all.

But, no. You treasured the small time you had spent with the wanderer, filling your home with warmth and, you now realise, a shy love. You would never forget him, even if it hurt you to know you may never see him again.

The birds chirped closer now. What had them so energetic today? Perhaps you were late to feed them, it seemed more difficult to keep up with your tasks on the bad days. Picking up the small woven basket of seeds, you opened your door to greet the sparrows. But who greeted you instead made you drop your basket. Seeds scattered across the wood of your porch, the flock of birds happy to clean up your mess as they landed around you to eat.

"Good morning, I hope I'm not disturbing you," Oh how you missed the softness of his voice.

"Kazuha?" You breathed, your soul suddenly refreshed with new pull.

The man smiled sweetly when you said his name, stepping forward with arms open, inviting you to act on the vigour he knew you felt. For he felt it too. You let yourself fall into his arms, holding him tightly and finally indulging in his warmth once more.

"I'm sorry I left, I truly am."

"No, you needed to go, I didn't want to stop you from following your heart," The two of you separated enough to drink in each other's eyes. It had been too long since you felt this light.

"You're right, I did need to follow my heart," Kazuha admitted. "But the longer I journeyed without you, the more I realised the truth. You are the only day I would wake for, and the only sun I would follow. You have my whole heart, and with you, I will always entrust it."

The confession brought an air to your lungs, fresher than any you'd ever tasted. Only Kazuha could bring this air to you, you knew that all too well.

"I will keep your heart close to mine, because it's more precious than you know. I love you Kazuha, I think I have for a long time,"

"And I, you,"

Kazuha had long been the wandering ronin. But the time he spent building a home for his heart with you, he would not exchange for any wind of freedom.

[thatonegenshinsimp]

begging for thoma x reader childhood friends to lovers where he goes back to mondstadt 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Home is Where the Heart is (Thoma x reader)

Anon, the brainrot I have for him just got worse why did you do this to me ACDFRSVAXZDX!

Masterlist

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Thoma looked over at Ayato as the two of them watched the fireworks for the Irodori Festival go off in the sky, illuminating it with bright bursts of color. “Thoma, if I may ask, do these festivals ever make you miss your homeland?” He asked, looking over at him. “Oh, well, sometimes. Truth be told, I left a lot more than just my mother behind when I left Mondstadt.” he said, his mind wandering to you, one of his only friends during his time in Mondstadt. "I left a childhood friend behind back then, promising them that I'd only return once I got news of where my father was in Inazuma. However, after finding out that he was, you know, I figured I'd set down roots here, instead. Of course, I have been wanting to see them again, since they're probably waiting for me, but I never have the time, and I'm still needed here." he said, a sad smile on his face. "Hmm, well, we could leave tomorrow and take a trip there during the remainder of the festival." Ayato offered. Thoma's eyes snapped over to him as he blinked owlishly at him. "Wait, seriously?! You'd do that for me?" he asked. Ayato nodded softly, looking at him. "You say that someone is waiting for you back home, and who am I to deny you the chance to see them again. Besides, you were there for me during the time when I needed you most. This is my chance to repay you for your kindness with the utmost sincerity I can possibly offer. I want to do this for you, Thoma." he said, causing him to nod. "Are we bringing Lady Ayaka with us, then?" he asked, watching as Ayato nodded. "Yes, I'd like for her to join us as well, since she's never set foot outside of Inazuma." he said. "Understood, then we should pack, since, you know, we're leaving tomorrow." Thoma advised. Ayato only nodded. "Of course, I'll go get Ayaka, then." he said, walking off and leaving Thoma to prepare whatever he needed for the trip.

The next day, Thoma dragged his bag outside and was met with the sight of both Kamisato siblings already ready at the gates to the estate. "We've already made sure everything is squared away, all that's left is to board the Crux and sail to Liyue. We'll figure out the rest of our journey to Mondstadt from there." Ayato explained. Thoma nodded, following them to Ritou and watching as the Crux finally docked. "All aboard, our next stop is Liyue Harbor." Beidou called. Thoma, Ayato, and Ayaka boarded the ship quickly, and watched as Beidou made the last call for boarding the ship. She kicked away the ramp to board the ship, before she spoke again. "Alright, let's set sail for the Land of Commerce!" she cheered.

The long boat ride to Liyue was worth it when Thoma's feet met solid ground again. He watched as Ayato and Ayaka struggled to get back their own land legs, chuckling softly. "Gosh, it's been a while, huh? I haven't seen this place in a while." he said. Thoma looked back at the two before going back on the ship and getting their luggage. He then handed them their things as he spoke. "Come on, we've still got quite a walk ahead of us, and we're wasting daylight. I want to at least see the sunset at Stone Gate before it's too late, so we can take a break when we get there." he said, ushering them through the busy streets and through the Harbor exit. They walked until arriving at a pier of sorts, and Thoma took a deep breath before sighing deeply. "Almost home." he mumbled. Almost home in your arms. He thought to himself. He'd had a huge crush on you before he left, and had regretted not telling you ever since he held his tongue the day he left. Thoma waited until Ayato and Ayaka were done with their tea to help them with getting their things to Stone Gate. "Come on, we can stay at the inn in the city." he said, causing the two to nod. They traveled through Stone Gate and passed Dawn Winery, while Thoma told them about the history of Mondstadt that he knew. He kept walking until they got to Windrise, where he told them about the story of Vennessa.

Thoma continued telling them about the stories he knew from his childhood until they finally arrived at the gates as the last few rays of sunlight were fading over the horizon. The hustle and bustle of the city was reduced to whispers and mumbled conversation as everyone was heading home for the night. Thoma stopped by Floral Whisper and asked for a bouquet of Windwheel Asters, paying Donna when she handed them to him. “It’s customary to give your significant other your Windblume along with a handmade gift to ask them on a date.” He said, a soft smile on his face as he spoke. Thoma led the Kamisato siblings to the hotel and set the flowers on the nightstand beside his bed. Ayaka was given her own room, whereas Thoma and Ayato shared a room. There were two beds in that room, one for him and one for Ayato. He went to sleep earlier than Thoma, leaving him awake in his bed, his thoughts filled with you. He missed you, even when he was so close to seeing you again, his yearning for you was stronger now than it had ever been. He wanted to be more than just friends, he wanted to take you into his arms and kiss you, holding you as a lover would. He wanted to kiss you as a lover would, and do much less innocent things with you that only a lover would do. But for now, he just wanted to see you again. He looked at the omamori he’d made and embroidered for you, a beautiful pink cloth with orange and red flames climbing up the sides, the center a single pink cherry tree. It was beautiful, and he’d spent months making and embroidering it. The only thing he had to do now was give it to you, tied to the bouquet of flowers. He ran his thumb over the design and sighed, before rolling over to face the window. He decided that he’d find you tomorrow, and went to sleep with the notion that he would make it clear to you that he saw you as more than just a childhood friend of his that he’d left behind.

You woke up early in the morning and realized what day it was, smiling softly as you looked at the finished tassel you’d made. You had recently learned to make them, and wanted to mail it to Thoma. You’d recently been thinking of him more often, and wanted to see him again. It was a shame that he’d moved to Inazuma, but you still had hope that he’d return to see you again. You got dressed and slipped out the door, walking into town and over to the Adventurers’ Guild. Just as you were starting to speak to Katheryne about your plans for the day, a hand came to rest on your shoulder. “You mind if I change those plans?” A voice asked. You spun around on your heel and came face to face with Thoma, your eyes widening as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thoma, you’re back!” You exclaimed, your hold tightening as you embraced him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you back, before letting go after a minute. “Oh my goodness, how are you? How has your time in Inazuma been?” You asked. “It’s been good, could I talk to you somewhere maybe less out in the open for a bit?” He asked, causing you to nod. You saw two people waving to him when you looked behind him, and let him lead you to somewhere near the Cathedral.

“So, allow me to introduce you to Kamisato Ayato and Kamisato Ayaka, the Yashiro Commissioner and his younger sister. I work for them and help with keeping house over at the Kamisato Estate.” He explained, stepping to the side as the two bowed out of respect. “Ah, I heard that the Sakoku and Vision Hunt Decrees were repealed recently, welcome to Mondstadt.” You said, clasping your hands together as you spoke. “Thank you, it’s an honor to meet one of Thoma’s friends in person.” Ayato said, holding out his hand to you. You shook it, a smile on your face as you did so. “So, any plans for tonight? The fireworks are really beautiful if you see them from Cider Lake. We can go all together if you want?” You proposed. “Actually, me and Ayaka will probably be looking around for a little while longer when they go off, you and Thoma should go there together, instead.” Ayato advised. You nodded in agreement, before telling them that you had to get something from your home. After you left, Ayato spoke. “So, bad choice calling them your friend, then?” He asked. Thoma dragged a hand down his face. “Yes.” He mumbled. "Apologies, perhaps I should have said spouse, then?" he teased. "Please stop." he mumbled. "Well then, we'll leave you two alone to catch up with one another. Tell us about it later." he said, walking away and vanishing around a corner with Ayaka in tow. A few minutes later, you returned, holding a small box. "Hey, sorry it took me so long to... where did your friends go just now?" you asked, looking around and then at Thoma. "Ah, they said that they were going to check out the rest of the city together, while we play catch up, if you don't mind, that is." he said. "Not at all. In fact, I made you this, in hopes that you'd either return to Mond this year or that you'd get it when I mailed it to Inazuma." you said, handing him the small box. He opened it and smiled when his eyes landed on the tassel. He chuckled softly, before he spoke. "My gift for you is at the hotel, so I still need to get it. I'll get it for you before we go to see the fireworks, ok?" he asked, watching as you nodded eagerly. "I figured you would, you're going to love it." he said, giving you a smile of his own.

"So, have you been doing well, too?" he asked, walking with you around the city. "Yeah, I work with the Adventurers' Guild here, so I usually have commissions, but since it's Windblume, I can't really do anything since it's a tradition to make Windblume gifts by hand." you said, shrugging. "What about you? Working for the Yashiro Commissioner must be something, huh?" you asked, causing him to scratch the back of his head. "It's a bit tough at times, especially during the Vision Hunt Decree, but things have settled down since that and the Sakoku Decree have both finally been repealed. I thought that nightmare was never going to end." he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You think that's difficult? You should see how awful it is just to go out and get a drink at Angels' Share. The drunkards there are insufferable. Thankfully, Kaeya's been a huge help with that, since drunks are apparently scared of him. I try not to ask for his help too often, since he's known for asking for favors and whatnot, but he is a good person, and I'm relieved that I'm friends with him." you said. Thoma wasn't a jealous person, but he went green with envy every time you mentioned another man sticking up for you, especially the very popular and attractive Cavalry Captain. "Gosh, it's been what, five years since you left? And yet, being with you here and now, it feels as though it's only been a few days. It's a relief in a way, I was worried that you'd changed during your time overseas, but you haven't, and I'm so glad that I finally get to see you again." you said, looking down to where he couldn't see the red that dusted your face. "Yeah, I'm glad we get to see each other again, too." he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, I have to get your gift for later tonight. We can stop and get something quick to eat if you want. Actually, you know what? I'll make it myself." he said, leading you back to the hotel and grabbing the omamori and the flowers. They looked good even now, and Thoma was grateful for that. He walked back out and handed you the box with the omamori inside, telling you to open it later. He went to Blanche and purchased a few ingredients, before going to Sara and getting some meat to cook later. He then walked with you to the spot you always used to go to together, as he discreetly hid the flowers in his bag, making sure you didn't see them. "Come on, we still have some time we can kill, and I want to see your family again. Let's go." he said, offering his hand to you and waiting for you to take it. You were a little nervous, but took it, nonetheless. After speaking to your parents for a while, Thoma saw that the sun was finally starting to sink over the horizon, and waited for you to leave before he spoke. "I was wondering, are they in a relationship?" he asked them. Your mother shook her head. "No, but we've known of your feelings for them for a while now, dear. If you make them happy, then so be it. Besides, you've been gone for so long now, and they've missed you a lot. You're not children, anymore, and they deserve someone like you, a man who will take care of them and treat them right, like you. So if you're asking about whether or not you can be with them, we don't mind." your mother said, a soft smile on her face as she spoke. "Thank goodness, that's a relief." he breathed, immediately going back to the way he was before when you got back to the living room. "Why is it so quiet? Did they say something embarrassing? I asked you two not to." you said, looking over at your parents. "We didn't do that, we were just telling Thoma here about how much you like my cooking, and how often you still visit just to try it." your mother said. "She's not wrong, it is good cooking." you said, looking over at Thoma. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was setting soon, and quickly explained that the two of you had to leave before getting his things and all but dragging you out to Cider Lake.

You sat down on the picnic blanket you'd brought with you while Thoma made dinner for the two of you. When he turned around, he held a crab, ham, and veggie bake in his hands, setting it down on the blanket and taking one of the bowls you'd brought with you. He served you first, before getting himself some of the veggie bake and sitting beside you. The two of you looked up at the stars as they lit the sky above, watching in awe as the first few fireworks went up and exploded, flashes of color lighting up your eyes and making them sparkle. "Hey, can you look at me for a second?" he asked, causing you to turn to look at him. "Yeah?" you asked. He brought out the omamori charm and handed it to you, causing you to gasp in delight. "Thoma, you made this? It's beautiful." you said, slipping the string around your wrist and smiling as you admired the design. "That's not the only reason I wanted you to look at me." he confessed. "What is it?" you asked. He brought out the Windwheel Asters, handing the bouquet to you. "It's Windblume, and as per tradition, I wanted to ask you on a proper date this time." he said, his face flushing as you took the flowers from him and stared at them. "Wait, Thoma, you like...me?" you asked, pointing to yourself. He nodded. "I understand completely if you aren't ready for a relationship yet, and I can wait, but- ack!" you tackle hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying on top of him as you kept him in your embrace. "Archons, no, that's not it at all. I'm just so happy that you finally told me." you said. "Wait, huh?" he asked as he sat up, causing you to giggle. "Yeah, I knew for a while that you had feelings for me, I just wanted to wait until you said that you did." you explained. "Oh, so you knew how much I wanted to do... this?" he asked, confusing you slightly. You didn't have time to process what Thoma was saying before he was leaning in and capturing your lips with his own, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, causing him to fall onto his back yet again. He poured his emotions into that kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you close as he poured five years worth of longing into the way he held you close and the way he embraced you with so much love. You broke the kiss for air, panting softly as your face flushed bright red. "Wow," you breathed, looking down at him. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser, Thoma." you said, leaning in and kissing him again. When you pulled away to catch your breath again, he spoke. "I know I'm from here, and that I left a while ago to find my home in Inazuma with my father, but I think that you're my real home." he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "But you have to leave soon, and I only get you for a week." you whispered, crestfallen, "I'll visit, and if you want, you can come to Inazuma, and you can stay at my place, and we can live together." he said. "Hmm, that ladder idea doesn't sound too bad. After all, home is where the heart is, isn't it?" you asked. Before he could answer, you leaned down to kiss him again as the fireworks came to a close, held close to him and safe in his arms as you both stargazed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Ayato and Ayaka could wait, they didn't need to know where he was right now, anyway. You, however, couldn't wait. You'd waited long enough, and Thoma loved you, so he stayed like that with you in his arms as you slept soundly on his chest, thinking to himself about how lucky he was to finally have you. "Sweet dreams, my love, may your sleep be as gentle as the wind." he whispered, closing his eyes as he drifted off to sleep as well.

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Elvis was named one of the Ten Outstanding Young Men by the United States Junior Chamber of Commerce (the Jaycees) – Holiday Inn Rivermont, Memphis, January 16, 1971.

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Doors Open day two. I went to a lot of hotels today for some reason. First was the Hyatt Regency, which has a big round structure on top that used to be a rotating restaurant, but now it's an event space.

Then we went to a newly constructed office building called the Huron Building where we got to walk around a raw, unoccupied floor.

Next we went in the Mackie Building and saw The Grain Exchange, which is now an event space but was a chamber of commerce when it was built in 1879.

Then, another hotel. The Hilton Garden Inn was originally the offices of Northwestern Mutual when it was built in 1886.

Another hotel, the Pfister. It has always been a hotel and opened in 1893.

The Woman's Club of Wisconsin was founded in 1876 as a place for women to socialize and exchange ideas, and now it's the oldest operating women's club in the country.

Finally, one last hotel, the Dubbel Dutch which is a boutique hotel in a converted historic home.

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The smile that could brighten the darkest day ❤️ love you Evan Peters (the original is in my stories. I edited this one)

Zegna Dinner at The Commerce Inn New York Ready to Wear Fashion Week September 9, 2024 in New York😍

📸 Interview Magazine Dean Bradshaw

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Prompt 7: Morsel

The Arcanist

Footsteps echoed loudly against the stone walls of the market. Despite the constant noise of commerce, clanging platemail betrayed the position of the approaching soldiers. Decora threw herself under an abandoned food stall and scrambled across the packed dirt to the darkness behind it. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, praying she hadn’t left a trace.

The men passed. She didn’t move. Her tiny body was so tense that every muscle screamed at her.

She opened her eyes, and was alone.

“Seven Hells,” she exhaled. “All this over such a small debt.” Decora stood and stretched, letting another sigh escape her lips as she swatted dirt from her smock. She waited in the stall for a few hours, bored, tossing pebbles back and forth. Eventually, her impatience overrode her caution, and she slipped back through the stall and into the busy market street. There was no shortage of Lalafells wandering the market, so she certainly had no worries of standing out. She pulled up her hood, tucking loose strands of her rose-tinted hair beneath it.

Decora began to pick her way through the Sapphire Avenue Exchange, feigning interest in various goods, exchanging pleasantries with passersby. Other soldiers made their way here and there, but none were in a rush, and none paid her any mind. She hadn’t realized how much distance she had covered while in flight, but eventually she found her way back to the steps of The Quicksand. Decora threw her body into the large oak door, pressing it in just enough to slip inside.

The change from the harsh glare of Thanalan’s sun to the dimly lit pub left her temporarily blind. She stumbled forward as she blinked, following the sounds of nearby bards and the tangy smell of roasted meat. Her stomach lurched and groaned. She was once again reminded of her hunger - the problem that got her into this situation in the first place.

Decora was no thief, though she maintained a natural talent for remaining ignored. As shopkeepers and adventurers came and went, she slipped behind them, darting from table to table. A heel of bread here, a sip of wine there. She came from no nobility, and food was food.

A small but firm hand thumped her shoulder.

Decora turned, beginning to raise her arms and accept the soldier’s chains.

“You haven’t paid.” The inn’s proprietress, Momodi Modi, was glaring at her, a large, familiar pack in her hand. “I told you that last night was as far as your gil covered, and I meant it.”

“My friend,” Decora began.

“Friend, hah! You ran out of friendship a week ago, and you ran out of coin long before that.” She dropped the pack at the ground between them. “I’ve done you the favor of bringing out your things, and that’s more charity than you deserve.”

Decora grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, relieved to feel the weight of the leatherbound tome it held. Momodi must not have checked her things very well after all. “Now get out, afore my charitable mood passes!”

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The crown princess is now the first Australian-born Denmark Queen consort, from the Commonwealth with Scottish roots 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Australia’s Mary Donaldson went from commoner to Danish Queen 🇩🇰

An unconventional journey from Australia’s middle class to European royalty began in an unremarkable bar in Sydney in 2000. Twenty-three years later, in what has been called a “real-life fairytale”, Mary Donaldson, becomes the queen of Denmark 🇩🇰 Queen Mary, not only of Denmark, but of the Inuit in Greenland and the Faroe Islands.

Mary Donaldson was born in Tasmania an island state of Australia in a Hobart’s Hospital in 1972 to Scottish parents. John Dalgleish Donaldson, and Henrietta Donaldson (Henrietta Clark Horne). The daughter of a mathematics professor and an executive assistant who had emigrated to Australia from Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Her father was born in the town of Cockenzie and Port Seton - (Scots: Cockennie [koˈkɪni]; Scottish Gaelic: Cùil Choinnich, meaning "cove of Kenneth") is a unified town in East Lothian, Scotland. It is on the coast of the Firth of Forth, four miles east of Musselburgh, and her mother was born in Edinburgh.

Mary grew up in a middle-class suburban home alongside her siblings, Jane, Patricia and John. After her graduating with a degree in law and commerce from the University of Tasmania, She moved to Melbourne and Sydney, Mary had a high-flying career in advertising and then worked in luxury real estate. She worked during three months in Edinburgh as an account manager at an advertising agency.

But it was a chance encounter in a busy pub that would ultimately turn her life upside down. The Crown Prince sat alongside his cousin, Prince Nikolaos of Greece, his brother, Prince Prince Joachim, and Princess Martha of Norway at the “Slip Inn” in Sussex Street in Sidney as Australia celebrated Ian Thorpe's first Olympic gold.

Princess Mary and her father John Dalgleish Donaldson at her wedding in Copenhagen Cathedral on 14th May 2004.

The wedding of Frederik, Crown Prince of Denmark, and Mary Donaldson took place on 14 May 2004 in the Copenhagen Cathedral. Mary’s mother Henrietta ‘Etta’ Donaldson died from a heart condition two years before Mary married into royalty.

The Danish Folketing (parliament) passed a special law (Mary's Law) giving Donaldson Danish citizenship upon her marriage, a standard procedure for new foreign members of the royal family. She was previously a dual citizen of Australia and the United Kingdom. Ahead of the wedding, Mary had to give up her Australian citizenship and join Denmark's Lutheran Evangelical Church.

The new Danish queen consort is of Scottish descent. Scotland's and Scandinavia's histories have long been intertwined with smatterings of Old Norse in the language, Viking and Norse settlement in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Her father, John Dalgliesh Donaldson, stressed her Scottish roots in his speech at her wedding — and claimed his own clan had once helped eject the Norse from the Hebrides.

Check out the video below and listen her father's speech: “In the 12th century, after much savage fighting, the marauding Vikings were driven out of Scotland by a band of men led by the grandfather of the first Donald, the founder of the clan MacDonald. And for those of you who are not aware, I’m wearing tonight, the dress MacDonald tartan, which is the ancient MacDonald”.

“Donald’s great-grandfather would have wondered why he went to such trouble when, some eight centuries later, we take account of today’s union between the Viking Frederick and Mary of the MacDonald clan.”

Loving words from Mary's father.

Margrethe II reigned as Queen of Denmark from 1972 until her abdication in 2024. Having reigned for 52 years, she is the longest-serving female monarch in Danish history.

The Queen of Denmark made the announcement in her New Year's Eve speech. She formally hand over the throne in a Council of State today 14th January, 2024 at 2:00 p.m., when she signed the Declaration of Abdication. From that moment on, her son became King Frederick X.

The Crown Princess Mary was crowned Queen consort alongside her husband, the new King Frederik of Denmark. It was a historic moment, for which she wore a historic outfit by the Danish designer Soeren Le Schmidt.

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#MaryDonaldson #Australia #commoner #DanishQueenMary #Queen#Scottishroots #Scotland #Hobart #CockenzieandPortSeton #HenriettaDonaldson #John Dalgleish Donaldson #VikingandNorse #Denmark #Greenland #FaroeIslands #Frederik #KingFrederikX #Tasmania #islandstate

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Christine Baranski with Thom Browne and Patti Lupone celebrating the preview of Browne's Spring 2025 collection.

The Commerce Inn, NYC | September 9, 2024

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