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✧ keep: an important part of your personality that others seldom see, that remains a vital part of who you are even if nobody knows it's there.
When he is 9,
The eyes of the governess stare down upon him as he's called to read aloud. His words don't trip over each other the way they had when he'd first arrived, tongue clumsy with the weight of a language he'd grasped odds and ends and no centers of, but they do stumble, stutter, cut off, when he meets her gaze. It's the weight of those eyes upon him that he is still not used to -- eyes free of the unique cross he will forever bear.
When he is 14,
Jean and Diluc take to presenting drills with practiced ease, as was part of the routine of the fearless Ordo Favonius, and while Kaeya had thought he'd have fully caught up to their bravado by now -- to put it simply, he hasn't. Today, again, his hand trembles as it grasps the hilt of his sword, and he nearly drops it when he swings, but at least he's started to learn to play off the laughter that inevitably comes his way. Work in progress, he tells himself. He promises the two dearest to him that he's just trying to ensure he'll never have to play leader -- I'm perfect otherwise, aren't I? -- and offers a jab about how he's certainly seen Diluc drop his claymore before to divert the subject.
When he is 17,
He stares at the church's entryway for a beat, then another, before sighing to himself and ultimately departing in favor of the Ordo Favonius barracks. There's a first aid kit there, though there's not a healer, but he's gleaned enough knowledge from the treatments he's received previously to know what he ought to do for the fresh burn that still sears the side of his face. Nobody's seen it just yet, thank gods, and he intends to keep it that way, ascot wadded up and pressed firmly to ensure the rain doesn't soak the injury. It might feel nice, but Kaeya doesn't want to know what kind of infections would come from the wrathful sky above. He makes sure to keep his head down in the hallways, and mentally works out what he'll explain to whatever captain he'll surely be shoved towards in the morning.
When he is 22,
He adjusts the garments carefully, gingerly, feeling both at home and foreign entirely in the ensemble he's been provided. Idyia calls him from her place on the stage, and Kaeya meanders out from the fitting room obediently to present his new ensemble. When so many eyes land on him, he can't help but fidget with the dressing, shifting side to side in a motion that almost looks nervous.
It seems, even after all these years, he's still terribly shy.
#ic#how time passes;; december#queries#glacial memoir;; drabbles#the world i know;; teyvat#garmgeyr#oh kaeya alberich the way you hate tobe picked out of a crowd. (grabs him)#peacock symbolism bc god forbid you look past the illusion he presents baby!!!!!
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Because I'm seeing cakegate on my dash again, let's stir up some old drama
#playchoices#the freshman#choices tf#the royal romance#choices trr#I'm gonna say it—Drake's was dumb as hell but you can't deny it was p in character for him#them rewriting it + trying to make him out to be a non-toxic masculinity icon later on was what wasn't consistent#(& you cant say the latter was character growth because they never presented it as a journey they just pretended the other never happened)#and see if he didn't want a pink cake just because he doesn't love the color that's valid#it's that he specifically said it was because it was girly that makes it a fragile masculinity thing#and by extension it's also a sexism thing and even a homophobia thing if you wanna view it that way too#the Abbie thing made people mad enough to give it a name (cakegate) and it sure is the icing on the cake for an already loathsome character#anyway I'm voting Abbie cause I hated it but I still think the fuss about the Drake one wasn't really warranted#like yeah I maintain it's a problematic comment but idk what to tell you man that's just the dude you romanced#like what aspect of his characterization leading up to that moment makes it take you by surprise or think it's ooc#and I say this as someone who originally married Drake and had him as one of my favorite LIs but that was Drake being Drake honestly#unconquered queries
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Is still wary around him , like a stray cat , but pushes an apple his way if he wants it, not saying anything .
He couldn't help the small smile as Yeshua took the apple in hand. He was still getting used to the new prosthesis, and what better way to test it than to hone those fine motor skills? His palm cradled it for a moment, fingers gently squeezing, trying to get used to the feeling as he took the smallest bite. It was almost like having his arm back, in a way. "Thank you, brother."
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What is your relationship with Ghirahim like?
Just hearing the name makes his blood boil, but he keeps an outwardly calm but callous appearance. It's only a question, a curiosity.
"Close before he betrayed my trust. I do not wish to speak of it, so I suggest refraining from inquiring more."
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「 @universestreasures | Yudias Velgear」 issued a challenge:
"Zuwijo?" The prince tugs at the taller male's sleeves, teal eyes looking at him with that face that was hard for the captain to ignore. "Please stay by my side till I've fallen asleep. I do not wish to be alone tonight." (From Yudias)
His place was not here. His place was to stand at the ready outside the prince's door. A job some should think be saved for someone ranked below a soldier of Zuwijo's caliber-- he had become the captain of the guard, after all. But Zuwijo had personally requested the position some time ago, and ever since it had become an integral part of his duties and routine.
Like this he could keep an eye out for the prince; keep him out of trouble, out of danger. But more than anything, somewhere along the way, he himself couldn't rest without the prince nearby-- something he'd never admit if it could be helped. Should something happen to his charge the moment he wasn't looking.......he'd never forgive himself. And a worried sleep was no sleep at all, he's come to find. He could perform best if he was well rested, and being well rested came only after he was sure the prince was at ease first.
With that in mind and heart; he had been quick to turn on his heel to take his leave after the Velgearian prince had settled into bed. Only to be stopped just as quickly, the call of his name upon the prince's tongue stopping him in his tracks before the resistance on his person could be registered.
His attention returned to other without question or hesitation, the air of professionalism surrounding the captain never one to waver. Or rather... it was never one to waver under normal circumstances, but the moment his lilac hues had locked with those teals his breath had caught in his throat-- stuck there, suffocating him until he had managed to free his own voice through a small cough disguised behind a disgruntled sort of noise. The sort of noise that was easy to mistake as a mark of annoyance, an emotion that could easily explain the difficult expression he now wore, despite that being the furthest from the truth.
âťť At your command, my prince. âťž
Without removing himself from the other's grasp he returns to his side, standing at the ready without any indication he would take a seat while waiting for the prince to fall asleep.
But he doesn't stand there quietly, no. The shifting of fabric sounding as loud as the clashing of blades as Zuwijo moves to rest his palm under that of the prince's hand that was still attached to his sleeve. His way of making sure his presence was felt by the other should they close their eyes.
âťť ...You need not be alone. âťž A sudden say from the captain who doesn't ask for permission before speaking plainly in a softened tone; a trait between those of their ranks and positions that only they seemed to share. It was moments like this that dissolved the barrier between a royal and his guard that only the prince had been capable of creating. And Zuwijo couldn't help but fall into it, the prince's trap, each and every time. âťť Tonight or any other night. âťž -
#.//zwijo looking bothered bc he is bothered. BOTHERED BY GAY THOUGHTS-----#CONQUER THE SKY「ic」#QUERY「asks」#VERSE.// INTO THE UNKNOWN#GALACTIC GUARDIAN OF THE LIGHT 「universestreasures | Yudias Velgear」#universestreasures#.//theysm...............................................IMMA CALL THIS A ROUGH ATTEMPT BUT THAT ONLY MEANS I NEED TO WRITE HIM MORE
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[ silence ] 🤫
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Two plastic chairs he bought days ago sit atop his trailer, each occupied. On the right sits V, piecing together the obscure tidbits of information he can find on constructs, the Relic — all under the guise of simply browsing; distracting himself.
On his left sits So Mi, reading a book — of actual paper. Old school, he'd called it, to which she retorted not everything needs to be wired to be worth their time. She had a point, and so he'd nodded in assent, smiling that type of smile only seen when legitimately impressed.
That was about an hour ago. Since then, he's scooted his chair a little closer to her twice — under the pretence that he just wanted to see what she was reading. To some degree, he did, if only to learn what she was into; what relaxed her. More importantly, though, more honestly, at that: he just wanted to sit a little closer to her.
She's since placed her legs onto his lap, so casually, having adjusted the angle of her chair in relation to his minutes ago. The only thing keeping him from resting his hand on her shin is that age-old hyperawareness of his; the shame in not only initiating touch, but even returning it in any way beyond the passive.
He unplugs from the net, shutting all windows in favour of soaking up the feeling of her proximity even in the face of his longing for just a little more. The sight of the sun setting over the Badlands, reaching towards and across the city, is an added bonus — and a welcome one in his endeavour to take his mind off his pining.
His eyes slip shut as he lets the citrine light wash over him, lighting the right side of his face and leaving its left counterpart in shadow. The white of his shirt takes on an orange undertone; likewise the plastic armrests occupied by his forearms and hands.
His mind's on the comfortable weight of So Mi's lower legs on his thighs, however — still, despite his intentions to focus on the sinking sun. He needs no practice in restraint, so he doesn't need to take this as an occasion to do so. In fact, he hesitates to even let himself enjoy the sensation, wondering if even that constitutes a transgression, notwithstanding its existence being limited to his own mind.
A sigh escapes him as he tries to untangle his thoughts. Maybe he should've tired himself out on the net.
Or maybe he should turn his head to look at So Mi in search of his next distraction. He yields to that compulsion, finding her eyes on his already, assessing him from below two arched eyebrows.
❛ Sorry. Feelin' restless. ❜
'That's what this was all about.'
Right. He grins again, acknowledging the tenacity of his inability to sit still — with her, with himself, with his rumination.
❛ Hrm ... Fine. ❜ Another pause ensues, this one spent holding a breath at the top of what've otherwise manifested as another sigh. The darkening skyline of the megapolis draws his gaze towards it. Or, more likely: his reluctance to drink in the sight of So Mi's sunbathed features for fear of what that might say about him and his feelings compels him to look west again.
❛ You're good company to practice sittin' restlessly with, at least. ❜
#enypneon#query / ic.#âť› thread / v.#hope u didn't mind me inserting one line of dialogue for so mi fdsjfjs#anyway screaming ! of course i had to turn him having a relatively good time just being preoccupied in her presence into THIS AJDFJADSFJ
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「 @universestreasures​ | Kisara」 issued a challenge:
Her wings and tail were in full view as Kisara gazed upon him, for she had no need to hide her true self before him when they were here. She pats the white fabric of her gown on her lap, an invitation for Seto to join her and relax in her lap. The dragoness could see something hidden in his radiant blue eyes, something that singled a deep concern. "Tell me what ails you, my dearest." (From Kisara, Nobles UwU.)
He doesn't relax, even as she comes into his full view. His shoulders remain squared and his gaze remains one carved from ice. A harsh expression to most who found themselves exposed to it, but to Kisara... she always managed to see past his frigid exterior-- Treating the glass surrounding his heart as if it were more akin to that of a window than the mirror he viewed it as.
--An opaque mirror which reflects that of the world around it, the beauty and misery of it all, and keeps it out. Or a crystalline window which allows the light to pass through it to combat the darkness sealed within.
Either way; the glass cracked before Kisara's silvery-toned voice.
It was a dangerous weapon. One that only the maiden could wield. One that could destroy him at any moment should she so choose.
He stops in his tracks the moment she spoke, as if he dares not to overshadow the tune with the echoing of footfalls. A few seconds pass before Seto responds in kind-- only after the lingering vibrations in the air settle completely.
âťť Shouldn't you know by now? I don't bring my business back into your bedroom. âťž
The words he speaks are cold in nature, but the voice that delivered them told a slightly different tale. To the untrained ear it was easy to miss, but for those close to him they knew it was Seto's way of acknowledging concerns without completely invalidating them through blunt rejection.
He just... rather not talk about it right now. Not when Kisara's inviting gesture drew him in so.
...It's not information he rather her be privy to either. Considering the weight of what's just been thrown upon him. But he can't just hope for her to drop the matter so easily. Had it been anyone else he would have had just told her to forget it and let him be.
âťť ...Those old geezers, âťž Mentioning them at all should spell out his troubles. The elders have been nothing but troublesome since the moment Seto's memories burdened him. Not only do they cause him to struggle at every turn with his rise to power, now they're trying to use him as a bargaining chip! HIM! If they think they can do such a thing without retaliation on his side then they were sorely wrong. âťť I'm going to change the way things are run around here, I swear it-- âťž
The coat hanging off his shoulders slips off with ease, the lustrous fabric flowing into rippled piles on the white tiled floors. It was if a waterfall had just run dry-- beautiful as it's last drop fell before then revealing all the uglied jagged dangers that lay beneath it's surface. Seto was much the same. All the bright whites of the surface of his world couldn't begin to bring light to the darkest parts of himself.
At least, That was what he once thought. That was until he had met Kisara, who's light threatened to obliterate him completely if he wasn't careful when basking in it.
When he lowers to his knees before her it's with great care despite how his body argued with him to simply accept her and trust the weight of it all to her; his troubles as well as himself. Instead he first places his hand atop her own, welcoming the warmth of her skin that came at a great contrast given how cold to the touch she appeared to be.
A beauty, carved of marble and ice.
How part of him wished to preserve her seemingly delicate nature, despite knowing very well how wrong that perception of her was. The other part of him knew better than anyone-- That she was not as fragile as this form would lead most to believe. But knowing that wasn't enough for Seto.
It didn't matter if he could believe in Kisara's power. It didn't matter if he could trust in her or Mokuba to protect themselves. With the way things were now none of that mattered. It was only a matter of time before something outside his control would happen again-- And with the recent announcement of his arrangement resounding inside his head and heart it was becoming clear. Now more than ever.
He couldn't sit around and wait any longer, he had to start pushing back against these ridiculous traditions. He wasn't going to remain a pawn on someone else's playing board forever. He was going to become a king-- The King of Kings of this land and do more than return it to it's former glory. He was going to usher in an entirely new age; one where Kisara could once again spread her wings outside the walls he had built around her. As his eye finally locks his gaze with her own his mumbling rant changes into something full of resolve.
âťť --I swear it. On my very life. âťž
It's only then that he seems to relax all at once. As if an incredible weight was finally withdrawn from his shoulders as he finally accepts Kisara's invitation to lower his head down onto her lap. But even this seemed more like a deep bow-- a sealing of a promise-- than anything. -
#.//LAPS............MY GREATEST FLUFF WEAKNESS................#THE FUTURE IS UNLIMITED「ic」#QUERY「asks」#universestreasures#CERULEAN POURING IN FROM YOUR EYES「universestreasures | Kisara」#VERSE.// PATH OF AWAKENING「nobles of nature」#.//kaiba we dont trust your swears in this verse we know what happens next LOL#.//also funny how koiba claims to want to let his dragon wife be a dragon but he's also the one who basically SEALS HER HUMAN FORM TOO LMAO#tw long post
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"You know, I like a girl with a bit of bite~" â™±
from: @martyr-of-paradise-az
"Cute. I bet you think you're the first human to make that joke."
#;Questions and Queries || Asks#baphsrphub#;the dragon's daughter || ic posts#:word of mouth | replies#martyr-of-a-paradise-az
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attempting to connect the thunder saga to acod but i haven’t reread it lately and my brain is tired what are your thoughts???
Mulled over this for a few days and I'm thinking perhaps we can tie Ody's arc in Scylla/Mutiny to Thaena's warping idea of what being a guardian means.
Odysseus decides 6 men is a sacrifice he gets to make alone, as Thaena thinks the destruction of the Vané nation is worth buying time and that she can force that call. "Give up your honor and faith," like how being a Guardian becomes so distorted from its original purpose she's appoints herself master of who lives and dies. Literally. "We must do what it takes to survive" as her justification--she's saving humanity, so anything towards that end is excusable or necessary.
And as Eurylochus cannot abide that and stabs Ody in the back, Teraeth stabs and kills his mother. A parallel to "then you have forced my hand," because he literally had no other choice but to die and take a nation with him. Neither of them wanted to, but they had to. Because "there is no price he won't pay."
We could also tie that to Relos Var I suppose--man, Thaena would hate how similar they are. The justification and impossible prices he'll pay.
I'm sure there's other ties that can be made, but that was the first one that came to mind
#a chorus of dragons#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#quil's queries#lgbtqforeverything#i'm also thinking something like. suffering/different beast tied to talon#or if we're going book 3 then suless in janel's body perhaps?#but talon is never really confronted in the same way#and suless' possession doesn't go like that either#oh also vol karoth as kihrin in book 4 and then janel stabbing him. there's something there too#not sure what to tie thunder bringer to atm#an immensely powerful being offering a choice of self preservation at the cost of everything/everyone else#hmm#also holy SHIT the ice in my cup is SO LOUD across the room i'm gonna lose it#shut UPPPP
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「 @universestreasures | Serena」 issued a challenge: Â
Serena was a hard worker. Of her siblings, she pushes herself the most often and with the most incredible intensity. Her training were constant, usually taking place late at night following a long day of insufferable lessons or outings with her forced betrothed. By all means she should rest, but she can't afford to if she was to break free of this hell hole. One such evening, she finds herself sparing again with Yuri, who had become a constant in her training due to her father's interference. However, he did serve some use as a sparing partner and a person for her to vent out her frustrations to. If he has to stick around, might as well have a purpose. After once again managing to pin him to a wall, with sweat dripping down her face, Serena suddenly feels her body turn off. Seems like her exhaustion from the long day and hours of training had finally caught up to her, and her body fell unconscious right onto the retainer's suited form. (Nobles To Yuri. Let's see Yuri Disney Fastplay LMFAO)
On most nights Yuri didn't mind this. He quite enjoyed playing this game with her, actually; one where he could watch her face twist in frustration everytime she failed to put him down in a timely manner. He'd often throw her a bone, allowing her some advantage before turning it around on her in some way, shape or form. Mostly in the verbal sense as she was fairly easy to irritate. Unfortunately, to him at least, in their dynamic it was the only power he currently held over her.
Like this, stuck in this...skin suit, he'd call it, she could overpower him in the physical sense. But Yuri had ways to remind her that his word, and by proxy, the word of her father was far stronger than her will to run him through and be done with this obligation of hers.
But it would seem that tonight even Yuri was reaching his limit though, as evident of his movements starting to lack the usual enthusiasm he reserved for these sessions. He almost didn't even try when Serena caught him slacking--
The force of his back hitting the wall so suddenly was more than enough to rattle this frail form of his, much to his annoyance. Compared to his kin though; Yuri was not one to complain needlessly.
âťť ...This has gone on quite long enough, hasn't it? âťž
As much as Yuri would looooooooove to spend all his nights having the girl chase him around with her teeth bared, he was beginning to become irate with it. It was the same song and dance each night now, and it was starting to bore him. And honestly, he'd rather be tending to his propagation operations. The manor was all sorts of dull and stuffy, and it was solely on him to spruce the place up a bit using his talents. At this rate all the plants he had painstakingly nurtured thus far would dry out and die off before Serena would go to bed.
How funny it truly was though, the tables turning as they were.
That's when all the power behind her hold all but vanished, and soon enough the only thing keeping him against the wall now was the weight of Serena's body collapsed against his own.
Oh...
....Huh.
He was starting to think it wasn't going to work-- The thought tickled him in such a way a light chuckle escaped him as he moved an arm under her own to keep her from slipping out from him and onto the floor. Wouldn't want to wake her up now.
âťť That took a lot longer to build up in your system than I thought. âťž
Really, she should know better by now to think he'd play their game fairly.
Once he was sure he had secured his hold on her, he frees his other arm out from under her. He lifts a finger, revealing the perfectly manicured nail had been sharpened to a fine point. A quick glance and it was easy to miss how it had been the only one shaped in such a way, as if on purpose. It was then he brushes the loose strands of her ponytail aside to reveal the nape of her neck before lightly grazing the claw-like nail across her skin-- One of many thin scratches he had managed to tag her with over the course of their fight.
Dripping from the line he drew was a substance far too light in color to be blood... The beautiful pink hue was Yuri's own design, of course. A poison he had developed specifically for Serena and her recent problem.
She surely wouldn't take kindly to the idea of him poisoning her into taking a nap though, so he had kept it subtle by keeping the doses small and building it up over time.
And of course, this was by no means the poison he personally produced. He was still saving that one for the day Serena accepted his loyalty to her. This was just a simple sleep-aid derived from one of the many gardens he had helped to maintain in his time here. He's sure she'll come to appreciate the many things he brings to her table, but in the mean time he'll be sure to appreciate the silence the rest of the night should now bring.
After bestowing the last of his gift to his mistress he'll move to toss her unceremoniously up and over his shoulder. Had he not been her retainer this would make for a quite a scene, but considering his position and Serena's own nature he's sure no one would bother with them as he takes the long way back to her chambers. He had to check on all his precious little sprouts on the way, of course. It helped that the hour was so late though, fortunately for her there shouldn't be any in the halls to witness the scene anyway despite how entertaining it might've been.
âťť Take a nice long rest, princess. Your strikes were really rather weak today, I'll have to report as much to your father, you know? âťž -
#.//yuri really said NYQUIL ATTACK GO#IT’S MY SHOW「ic」#QUERY「asks」#BOTANICAL NIGHTMARE「Yuuri」#VERSE.// DRAGONIC RETAINERS#universestreasures#FUSION’S LUNAR DANSEUSE「universestreasures | Serena」#tw poison#tw drugging#.//these tws gonna be so confusing if u read them first lmao#.//but they also kinda just. are so expected from yuri LMAOOOOOOOOO#.//AND YEAH. HE'S JUSTIFIED HIMSELF BY THINKING "WELL.... IT'S NOT /MY/ POISON THAT SHE DIDN'T AGREE TOO YET IT'S A DIFFERENT ONE!!!!!!!#.//SO IT'S FINE!!!!!!#.//yuri truly missing his calling as an apothecary in this life lmaooo#.//i swear this was half this size when i first drafted it idk what happened#tw long post#.//yuri poisoning ppl so willy nilly isn't gonna look good for u once ur on trial for suspected poisoning ppl tho LOL#.//i forgor how to read at some point during this so good luck i hope it reads halfway decent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So uh. Wyrm n you. What's your deal with her?
Wyrm uses it/its or he/him pronouns. He is of fae descent, and holds a preconceived dislike of me due to my Steel type specialty. It also conducts itself in a way I find deeply disagreeable. It frequently makes threats of violence or death against my fellow students, and does not back down when informed that he is crossing a boundary.
He is a violent and dangerous individual, and I am deeply annoyed that its connection to the Director means that I cannot do much of anything to stop it. It is also incredibly insistent that we abide by Fae rules while refusing to so much as acknowledge the rules set forth by the humans at BBA. I find this deeply unfair and hypocritical.
More than anything, though, I am concerned for my friend Lloyd, who is in a romantic relationship with this person.
#pkmn irl#anonymous query#//for anyone new here this is purely ic beef. I love wyrm he's such a bastard creature
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tw: alc mention || @currentlyoffwork
" Now look who's all by his lonesome! "
Kaeya grins at the stranger who's settled himself in a corner, content to read his book despite the not-so-peaceful-quiet of the tavern's patio. But then Kaeya notices the headphones the stranger dons; a blink, once, twice, and he taps the side of his head, mimicking the position of the earpieces, as if to ask if he's currently being tuned out.
And then, whether he is or isn't, he points upwards -- stares, for a beat, until he's certain the other has noticed the mistletoe above them too.
There's a half-hearted shrug (mostly because one hand holds a very precious goblet of wine he cares not to spill) as if to say it can't be helped, you know.
" But don't worry-- " Kaeya promises, elbows pressing onto the table for support. " I'll hardly disturb you. "
And he actually keeps to his word -- Alhaitham doesn't even have to put down his book, because Kaeya just presses a kiss on the hand holding up whatever esoteric novel he's indulging himself in. Something on Deshret, Kaeya vaguely notes.
His eye crinkles as he peeks over the cover of the book, and when he pulls back, the rest of his expression looks just as playfully smug. As if he's actually accomplished something here.
" Thank you for sharing the moment, friend ~! " And with that, Kaeya turns on his heel, offering little more than a wave over his shoulder as he disappears into the crowd again.
#tw alcohol#ic#how time passes;; december#queries#bonds of worlds;; alhaitham#silly goose strikes again
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Bonding Experiences
[ The Visit ]
Cecil's visitation to the Auckland Chantry has been met with perhaps a surprising level of warmth for one not telegraphed as going to occur before it did. By extension, the cities Prince in general has remained incredibly welcoming. Voicing permission to his guest that they may do as they please, within reasonable bounds. Most of those bounds seemingly needing to go unspoken to one who is a Primogen of an old world city. Although more specific ones to do with 'Do not feed from xyz locations' are provided under the precipice of not wishing for any toes to get trodden on.
He carries himself with far more warmth in person than online, perhaps it is to be expected, perhaps not. He certainly mimics all the little subtleties of a living person far smoother than one would anticipate any vampire his age to - it makes his slight toning down of it on the evening he decided to corner Cecil quite the shotgun on the table effect. The threat was only meant to be subtle. Make clear that despite some of his jaded words he is happy for victorian pair, that he wishes them well, that he wants them to make the most of their opportunity, but he will side with Daniel if things sour in such a way intervention becomes necessary.
Beyond that significant encounter, he has mainly been preoccupied with work - and it has instead been The Twins who have served as Cecil's main hosts. The William's. Thea and Steph. They're identical for the most part, and mid-twenties at embrace. Having rarely hosted peers from their clan they're actually quite intrigued at the prospect of having someone new to talk to concerning Thaumaturgy for a bit. Especially someone born into the same generation as them. Thea being kept busy by Leo's work results in Stephan playing the predominant host to their guest. He's very proud of the library he's taken over from their deceased sire, noting his additions to it and the troubles involved in getting new literature down there. Aside from attempting to lure Cecil into conversations about rituals he'd of offered to play driver to show him around town. How much of his attention came from some kind of behind the scenes directive not to leave their guest alone and how much was out of genuine enthusiasm to point out places of note is never clear.
But Cecil is never truly left alone in the city. Danny is certainly eager to show him around once wizardly discussions simmer off in favour of the locals getting work done. Whether the others accompanied them on any such outing was something Danny left to Cecil's discretion.
A consistent theme of the stay has been Lachlan's repeated presence. 'Do you think-' 'So it's been since-' 'Do you know where-' Trying again and again to get everyone into a single room until eventually agreements are made.
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[ The Event ]
The time and place are scheduled. It shall be an indoor affair set across the dining room table at midnight. Providing everyone enough time to settle in beforehand. It is seemingly one of the 'non-Tremere' guest receiving areas of the haven considering it's direct connection to the parlour and the wards upon the doors not leading back out to said room.
On the western side of the house it's windows stand open on this summers evening. The lace net curtains moving in time with the light breeze. The buzz of state highway 1 along the coastline a couple hundred metres down the cliff provides a background white noise to this undead gathering.
Full moon is the 25th of February.
Lachlan kneels on a chair halfway down the length of the old dark table. Hands picking at the decorative elements of a crystal serving dish. It's enough of a bowl to serve their purposes for tonight. Clearly picked from the hutch cabinet display down the far enough of the room given the the void left among the otherwise elegant display of precious unused dishware. He's donned his 'priests' outfit and eagerly awaits the complete gathering.
The households ghoul currently makes the rounds, offering blood of a (so far) unspecified source from a stone jug to be poured into shallow glasses. His name has surely been overheard in the last few nights. Ernie? Ernest? Can always err on the side of caution and settle for 'Sir' or no address at all.
The twins have chattered amongst themselves to this point, seeming more preoccupied with tasks outside this current gathering than those around their kitchen table. Stephan sits in a chair across and down the table a place from Lachlan, he's appeared the same every night. As if he got dressed in 1928 and never changed since. Thea stands directly across from him leaning on the back of a chair. Her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and acrylics tap-tapping on the chair, her various pieces of gold jewellery strike out against her otherwise fairly corpo-goth style.
The two's discussion has most recently turned to the those they're still waiting on - Prince Lehmann, and Malkavian Primogen Alexandria.
"Honestly, how long do'ya think Alex is gonna end up keeping Len for? Never bodes well when she's late to something - she probably thinks she has to leave at a particular minute or the car'll crash like she thought last I gave her a ride." "Eh- maybe? More likely he trying to delegate something that's come up at the last second. That or hitting every red light on the way back. He doesn't just run the damn things these days but I guess that'd part the curse of CCTV."
As if that be the magic word for Danny, he slips from his obfuscation. He hasn't gone far from last scene. His continued presence in the gathering long marked by a withdrawn chair besides Cecil's. He's curled himself into a ball, slipped so far down in his seat his knees are to his chin and feet rest upon the edge of the table with no regards to manners. It's a position he ungracefully shifts himself a degree upright out from. The latest phone he'd obtained is open to the notes app- and for the the umpteenth time he leans over to show the display Cecil.
[ 'Things are everywhere, think I could fill the footage banks of some with AI garbage some point?' ]
Arthur Hestor, commonly known as Wart, is not in attendance.
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I feel like I failed you.
But you also failed me, ya know?
I guess I deserve all your wrath, don't I old friend?
Heh, here I am talking to myself again..
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"That isn't true, Richard. I promise, it isn't."
His voice was soft, but not hard to make out amongst the chatter- warm like sunlight on a cat's fur, soft and gentle and perhaps even timid.
"I wanted to help you, to stop this... I wanted to intervene, but.. "
But Eluhim, savage that he was, would never allow it. No, Dude had been a Catholic, he was Father's possession, not Yeshua's- he couldn't help him no matter how much her begged. So many flock so very out of reach by merely a whisper....
"I know the things you have done, Richard, and I can only apologize for not being able to help you. I can only beg your forgiveness for what has transpired, I... I am so so sorry..."
#;Questions and Queries || Asks#baphsrphub#;the son of man || ic posts#;speak the word | replies#HEHEHEHEHE POSTAL DUDE AND YESHUA WHAT A COMBO#;queue
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What do you associate with the word Spirit?
"Typically, the visual of a soul or a nonphysical entity comes to mind, but there is another. Spiritual Magic gives a rainbow-colored visual, which divinity uses instead of Elemental or Ethereal Magic. Thus, it is an ability of the Six Sages, the Dovehearts, and Boarbloods like myself."
"You could say I see both representations melded together."
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@queryxecho continued from here
Nygma wasn't here? Damn. Must be messing around somewhere else then. He was out and about unfortunately and perhaps just hadn't come for Query and Echo just yet. He heard Barbara snort in his ear at the implication of his age and where he probably couldn't follow Nygma to. Against his better judgement, he sulked.
"You don't know how old I am."
It wasn't exactly hard to estimate though, given his height, voice pitch and general build. Maybe he should invest in lifts or something. Start disguising his silhouette a bit more.
"I can be reasonable. You guys aren't doing anything wrong at this precise moment, I just wanted to ask about your boss. I'll even bring food next time I drop by. What's up?"
He still kept his hand by his bo staff, just in case. But he also wasn't about to jump into a fight when neither of them were looking like they were about to jump him. Should be fine as long as he didn't let himself get pinned or cornered by them.
#queryxecho#ic#Robin The Wonder#v: Knighthood#((slowly dipping my toe into villain and villain adjascent interactions))#((gotta say these two seem super interesting!))#thread: case from query and echo
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