#dhahabibi

[delusionaid]

@dhahabibi sent: “It tastes… horrible…” Alhaitham admits, rather plainly, about the medicine that Tighnari gives him for his obvious cold. (@Tighnari from Alhaitham)

Complaints from Alhaitham are an interesting thing - even when strong in opinion they can be delivered with as little emotion as any random observation he might make throughout the day (not that any of Alhaitham's observations are ever truly random). Tighnari has administered this medicine plenty of times as well as taken a variation of it when he himself was ill; he knows how bitter it is and how pungent the aftertaste that lingers even when taken with a cup of sweet tea. Yet Alhaitham barely pulls a face as he swallows the syrup and points out its obvious flaw.

Tighnari can't help but smile, a near inaudible chuckle escaping him in response. "I know, but it brings instant relief against most symptoms of a common cold." He puts aside the spoon and sticks the cork back into the bottle of medicine before turning back to Alhaitham. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes don't look as bright as they normally do. Reaching out, Tighnari gently brushes some hair from Alhaitham's forehead and then lets his hand rest against the other's head for a moment.

"You'll feel much better in the morning," he promises, then hesitates. Normally he'd advise his patient to sleep and leave them to get back to work - but this isn't just any patient and he isn't at his house. Alhaitham is already lying closer to the opposite side of his bed than he might normally would to make room for Tighnari to sit at the edge, so it doesn't take a lot of shuffling around to get enough room for him to slip onto the mattress fully. When he lies down there's a notable space between them and yet Tighnari feels his stomach flutter from being so close. With an arm under his head as a makeshift pillow he keeps his eyes on Alhaitham, noticing all the little tell-tale signs of him getting sleepy.

"I'd like to stay until you're asleep.. Is that okay?"

[yunarise-a]

@dhahabibi liked. / Zhongli for Ningguang

The fabric is smooth between his fingers as he drags them along the seams of the garment. He can tell from this touch alone that it is of outstanding quality indeed - as expected of materials sourced by the Tianquan. “ Exquisit, ” he praises. “ This dye is not commonly found in Liyue, usually imported from Inazuma where its raw components can be found more readily. ” Despite the arduous process of production, the results are well worth the effort in his humble opinion. The glossy finish alone sets the cloth apart. “ And these stitches… Truly wonderful. The artisan must be a master of their craft. ”

[daybreakrising]

@dhahabibi: “How aren’t you cold?? It’s freezing down here!” Kaveh complains, arms crossed until his hands can rub his shoulders for warmth. It doesn’t help that his shirt leaves him exposed, either… (@Wrio from Kaveh)

Cool eyes slide in Kaveh's direction, an unmistakable fondness creeping into his expression. Really, it's not surprising that he's cold - most people within the Fortress are at least dressed somewhat appropriately to be living under the sea. As much as he loves that light, flowing shirt... well, it's suited to Sumeru, not Fontaine.

He doesn't even hesitate. He shrugs out of his coat, drapes it gently around Kaveh's shoulders. He doesn't notice the cold as much as others - perhaps something to do with being a cryo vision user. His coat is just for aesthetics, but it'll be more than warm enough for Kaveh, especially since it's been around his shoulders for hours.

"How's that?" His hand lingers upon Kaveh's shoulder - away from prying eyes, he's free to touch him as often as Kaveh permits. "But it might help if you wore something that wasn't as thin as paper, you know." A quirk at the corner of his mouth; a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, of course..."

[goldenpeng]

@dhahabibi

The night is cold. Its crisp air clings to Xiao's cheeks and nose; and though he feels it, he is far from bothered. Nothing compares to the chill of her hands, not even the freezing winters he'd spent sitting amidst wafts of snow, starving for her amusement.

When he enters the sacred rooms of the Jade Chamber, he shakes off the chill in a bodily shudder. On the tianquan's table he places a single glaze lily before seating himself in an unseeming corner. Here he shall stay until she returns - eyes closed and deep in meditation.

[sumeruarchitect]

@dhahabibi

It was nerve wrecking to be so far from home. Still to be contacted to work on THE Jade Chamber. He was sure the letter had been a lie, but the seal looked legit and he had socked away enough money to at the very least catch a boat over to Liyue. He rubbed his neck following a waitress into the restaurant, towards the back. Through out the day Kaveh had been enjoying his visit to the country. He had made as many sketches as possible. Even wiriting down ideas for the possible expansion they had mentioned. Walking into the room Kaveh's breath caught in his throat. The woman at the table exude a calming yet commanding presence. She looked like the embodiment of her nation. Stead-fast and resilient, there was a reason she held the title of Tianquan. Kaveh bowed, "Lady Ningguang? I'm Kaveh from Sumeru. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[exoriiens]

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It felt like a swift stab to her chest, the intense bluntness of his words startling her in such a way that she couldn't quite recall the last time she had felt a similar way.

In truth, Uri hadn't meant to yell at him, let alone shake him like she had. It was more like a wrong place, wrong time for Alhaitham as her frustrations had built up to a boiling point. And unlucky for him, he had been the closest person within her vicinity.

She knew he was right too, which only seemed to add to the painful stabbing sensation building in her chest.

"I- No, you're absolutely correct." Uri cleared her throat and reached up to push her bangs away from her eyes, an anxious tic. "Ah, though it's simply harder to figure these things out when I feel like an ant to a giant in my situation." She frowned, then shook her head.

"My apologies, I hadn't meant to...blow up at you."

[hydroglia]

@dhahabibi ⸺ ( x )

Cobalt depths, moving calmly, observed the sight before him, Childe took in the city of Mondstadt. It had been a good while since he had been here. It was just as nice as he remembered it, even with it being nothing like his homeland - but, that was the beauty in it. It was something fresh, which held its own beauty and landmarks worth seeing. It truly was the city of freedom, something that could even be felt in the wind, which carried dandelions along its path. Even though sightseeing wasn't the main reason that he was here, Childe would still enjoy everything as much as he could.

Walking into the well known tavern, the harbinger instantly spotted a very eye-catching male, one he of course knew quite well due to the reports that he had received before coming here, the first time.

❝ Since a bird told me that you no longer serve fire water, could I request you to make something else for me? ❞

[freshsprout]

@dhahabibi liked for a starter— for diluc!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ || okay, so maybe collei is staring, but can you really blame her? it's not even the fact that she vaguely remembers his presence from all those years ago when she had first ended up in mondstadt; no, what has really caught her eye is the bird of prey that sits perched on the man's arm. diluc— at least, she's pretty sure that's what his name is— looks so casual about it too, like this is just a normal thing to do. perhaps this... is a regular occurrence for the people of mondstadt?

(she'll have to ask amber about it later.)

with how comfortable diluc looks while handling the bird, collei can only assume that it's his pet. before she can think twice about it, her timid yet curious voice speaks up, eyes still glued to the bird (and its intimidatingly sharp beak)—

"does it... does it have a name?"

[amemoire]

@dhahabibi ♡'d for a starter

A short sigh escaped the man as he awaited his meeting with the famed Iudex of Fontaine. Though it had been arranged two weeks in advance, the Melusine that had seen him in regretted to inform the scholar of a previous engagement that was running a little later than anticipated. This didn't bother him terribly if he were to be quite honest— as both the scribe and acting grand sage he was no stranger to official meetings and the like running well longer than intended. What bothered him was that months after handing in his resignation letter, he was STILL being asked to perform duties that should have been handed off to someone else. Far be him from turning down a request that came straight from Lesser Lord Kusanali, but surely they had to have found someone more suitable by now. ( He didn't buy the notion that she had asked him because he WAS the most suited for the task ). A hand came up to rest on his chin as he considered drafting up a list of candidates himself, though the thought was short-lived as the door opened and in stepped the Iudex at last.

" Good afternoon, Chief Justice. Pardon me for waiting in your office ahead of time. The Melusine out front said I was welcome to— seeing as I'm here to discuss official matters. "

[starwrote]

" what questions do you have in mind, @dhahabibi? i have much knowledge of aaru and our ancestors. however, if you're looking to inquire about my own family history.. we'll have to settle over water or coffee." with arms crossed, the esteemed guardian and seeress in relation to king deshret kindly awaits for the honorary scholar from sumeru city to begin his questionnaire. it wasn't often, if at all, that candace was involved in any sort of school related studies, even if someone wanted to interview her for personal reasons. / ✶ ⋆｡˚ starter for alhaitham

[erabundus]

@dhahabibi &&. replied... NO. @ruinlost &&. replied... Farrow vc:/do it/

the wanderer looks  back  and  forth  between  them.  his  brow  furrows,  common  sense  and  destructive  impulse  seemingly  waging  a  WAR  within  the  confines  of  his  head.  the  end  result  sees  the  glass  nudged  forth  ever  closer  to  its  untimely  demise.  it  wobbles.  threateningly.

[daybreakrising]

@dhahabibi: Alhaitham is in the midst of cleaning up his books when Kaveh walks in, and right after he asked the other evening? Oh my.

There's a brief moment, just as he steps through the door, when Kaveh wonders if he's somehow stepped into an alternate dimension.

He freezes in place, rolled up blueprints tucked under one arm, eyes wide as he outright stares at this strange occurrence happening right before him. He's scared to even breathe in case it shatters the illusion.

Slowly, as if to avoid spooking a timid prey animal, he begins to inch away towards his room. If he doesn't speak, doesn't draw attention to it, maybe Alhaitham won't even notice he's home. There are still books to be put away, after all. It'd be even more frustrating if the scribe left the job half-finished.

Perhaps he'll make dinner later, as a thank you. You have to reinforce good behaviour with rewards, after all.

[goldenpeng]

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How long has it been since Xiao last sat like this, surrounded by Sumerian flowers? Eons, certainly, and yet the sensation of the plush grass and soft petals beneath his palms remains familiar. He turns his head, noting the figure behind him stir. " It is unwise to sleep ungarded like this. " Though admittedly, with Xiao closeby, no harm would have befallen the stranger.

[dualisume]

@dhahabibi ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ // sent a message (from meme) umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella. (From neuvi)

 The   weather   in   fontaine   is  unpredictable   at   best  –  one  moment   the   sun   is   out  ,   the   ground   is   dry,   birds    chirp   in   delight   &&    people    are   out   to   play   &   bask   under   the   glowing   sunlight   of    the   morning   sun   ,    &&   then   suddenly   it’s   gone,  the   fiery   yellow   orb   hides   behind   the   darkening   clouds,   small  rubbles   of  thunder,   lightens   the  heavy  sheets   of  fluffy   graying clouds   &&   then  drizzles   of   water  came   back   to  earth  in  hurry   ,   as  people   of  fontaine   rushes   out  of   the   rain  , &&  avoid  getting  wet  at  all  cost.

       The  weather  is  so  unpredictable ,  to   the  point  that  the  forecast   of   the  rain  is   not   reliable  anymore –   &&   people   of   the  hydro   nation   had  gotten   accustomed   to  it  –  even   a  folklore   was   made  to explain why it always rain in fontaine. .

          ❛ Hydro  dragon,  Hydro   dragon….  Don’t  cry! ❜  Furina   listened to kids singing the  folklore  as   she   stood  at   the  heavy   rain  fall   of   the  sky   ,   she   was   on   her   way   back   home   to  her   apartment –   when   the  sky  decided   to   weep  it’s   tears   without   any  reason.   At   the   corner   of   her  eyes ,  citizens   of   all   kinds   rushes  inside   their   home  in  panic  avoiding   the    cries   of   the   heavens ,       but  furina  didn’t  flee —    why   would   she   hide ?   when  she   and   the   sky   shares  tears    that   the   world   decided   to   pretend   not   to  see.

       Soaked   from  the continuous   rain ,  furina   continued   to   walk   mindlessly   to   the   route   of   her   destination  ,  albeit   the   growing   coldness   seeping   through  her  body  ,  furina   still  pressed   on  ,  unwavering  despite   the  heavy  rainfall that drops into her cruelly ,     when  suddenly  –  she   was   startled   by footstep  approaching   behind  her . 

         Of course —    she   knew   who  it  was,   years   of   living   together   in  the  grand Palais,  the  fraud   of   an  archon   had  known   each   &&   everyones’   footsteps   by   heart – ,  she   need   not   to   see   pr look   to   know   who   it  was .   &&   certainly    her   guess   was   proven   true  ,  when   a  black  umbrella   shielded   her   from   the  rain   that   she    enjoyed spending  time  with.

      ❛  You  know…  it’s  not   necessary  anymore  to  use  an  umbrella   when  you’re   already  soaking    &&   freezing   wet   with   the  rain–  monsieur   neuvillette  —  but  I… I   appreciate   the   kindness..  ❜    she  uttered  as   she   stopped  walking   to  look at   him  at  the  side  of  her  eyes.  Trying to study if the hydro dragon was upset yet again ---  

 ❛ I  hope the   trial   is  – not  the  reason   why  the  hydro  dragon  weeps  tonight –  I  hope  that   he  doesn’t  have  to  weep   at  all … don’t   you  think   so too ?  Mister  Iudex   ❜  Furina  continued  on  before  reaching   out   her  hand  to  the  sky  and  suddenly  saying.    ❛   Hydro  dragon,  Hydro   dragon….  Don’t  cry ❜

[yunarise-a]

The stranger's stare, it's piercing, emotionless. Lynette wonders if this is how she appears to others since she's been told that her own gaze is equally void of feeling or thought. ...She shan't look away before the stranger does. This is a contest she is intent on winning. / @dhahabibi

[delusionaid]

@dhahabibi sent: *slides his rent across the counter to Haitham, but it’s literally all in the Mora equiv. of pennies* 😤

The sound is grating. From the moment Kaveh approaches him, a bag of clinking coins in his hands, he has part of Alhaitham's attention - the part he's rather unwilling to give but that sadly tends to act without his compliance. It only gets worse when Kaveh starts to pour them out onto the table, each coin hitting the surface with a noise that makes the letters in front of Alhaitham's eyes jump on the page they're printed on. He re-reads the sentence a third time but the words ricochet and once more fail at being processed.

Finally silence settles, only interrupted by a huff from Kaveh that appears to express something between self-satisfaction and provocation. Because what else could such an act attempt other than provoking a reaction of a certain nature? The scribe lowers his book and glances at the pile of Mora, instantly uncomfortably aware of the chaos it epitomizes in this state. At least it's all coins of the same value and not a conglomeration of different valued coins one would have to sort before counting.

"What makes you think I trust this to be the right amount for your share of the rent?" he asks without looking up. It seems like enough to roughly be the right amount, but of course there is no telling without making sure. "You wouldn't give this to me if you were short, which means you counted it before coming here; but you know I won't accept this without confirmation that it's enough, so you know I'd want it counted. Yet after counting it by yourself you put it all back into a messy pile. Are you this desperate to waste both our time?"