#rosemourne ; albedo

[vzorexa]

冰 。 @rosemourne​​ 。𝖠𝖫𝖡𝖤𝖣𝖮 ∥ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 。

 some  things  in  this  world,  albedo  has  found,  cannot  be  quantified  down  to  science  or  numbers  or  chemical  reactions.  many  of  said  mysterious  equations  are  stemmed  from  the  human  condition  itself  -  or  their  utterly  unpredictable  behaviors.  one  would  assume  he  had  long  since  given  up  on  attempting  to  placate  his  mind  with  some  sort  of  rational  language  for  mortal  behavior  -  but  every  time  he  did,  someone’s  actions  blew  any  theories  he  had  constructed  out  of  the  water,  and  the  kreideprinz  was  back  at  square  one. klee’s  behavior  was,  of  course,  a  prime  example  of  this.  a  child  that  was,  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  abandoned  by  her  family,  yet  living  with  the  kind  of  affable  cheerfulness  that  albedo  couldn’t  begin  to  quantify.  it  was  one  of  the  reasons  he  found  her  so  endearing,  and  simultaneously  fascinating.  and  ALSO  the  major  reason  he  cared  enough  to  assist  in  the  clean  up  of  any  of  her  wayward  messes  at  all.  especially  when  it  involved  venturing  close  to  the  city.  the  city  meant  people.  people  meant  interaction.  albedo  hated  interacting  with  anyone  beyond  a  total  of  five  people,  and  number  two  was  approaching. the  alchemist  had  been  staring  at  cider  lake  (and  the  scorched  grass  around  it),  with  his  hands  on  his  hips,  watching  as  the  sun  set  gently  over  the  horizon  of  mondstadt.  sucrose  and  timaeus  bustled  about,  a  strange  powered  concoction  being  dumped  upon  the  blades  of  dead  foliage  at  albedo’s  behest.  he  hears  that  familiar  voice  -  a  silken  tone  that  reminds  him  of  the  feeling  of  soft  sheets  against  flesh,  or  the  burn  of  whiskey  down  his  throat.  the  alchemist  turns  slowly,  and  when  his  gaze  fixes  on  kaeya’s  own,  he  swears  he  feels  the  golden  mark  at  his  neck  throb  in  recognition. creation’s  gaze  softens  imperceptibly  for  the  cavalry  captain,  and  albedo’s  hands  drop  from  his  hips,  while  the  vaguest  hint  of  mirth  finds  his  perfectly  beautiful  features. “that  depends,”  he  finds  himself  saying, “are  you  interested  in  spreading  about  calcified  mist  flower  powder  or  cleaning  up  the  occasional  dead  fish  carcass  that  has  washed  up?”  his  stare  is  intense.  it  always  is.  perhaps  it’s  the  way  he  sees  right  through  kaeya,  sees  what  they  share,  perhaps.  or  maybe  he  doesn’t.  it’s  impossible  to  tell  with  albedo. “moral  support  is  also  appreciated.”  because  yes,  the  area  did  smell  like  barbecued  fish.

        The task at hand should pose no difficulty to comprehend. His men had already brought it upon themselves to initiate the cleanup even without being told. Thoughtlessly, Kaeya had watched one of the knights tiptoe along the bay, lifting a bass by the tail as its remains drip sludge on ground. A sight he willingly parted in exchange of the source of the curious and lulling tone, — his fellow captain. A presence that ineffably granted some refuge from his spurring thoughts. 

        Albedo had always held a demeanor that is vague yet amiable. Serene despite the wreckage in the background. A true testament of how the prettiest, enigmatic things do thrive midst havoc and its ruins. 

        There was one tense beat as his unshrouded eye meets with crystalline turquoises of the alchemist’s careful and grasping look. While there’s always a potent threat to drown oneself in its confines of scrutiny, Kaeya chose to waver, at least,  — for now. 

        Not to mind the sudden blaze of eagerness that seem to flicker out of nowhere.

          ❛ Guess it can’t be helped. ❜ he relinquished with a helpless sigh, albeit there is no speck of hesitation when he reached to unclasp the buttons securing his feathery cape,  ❛ We ought to get our hands dirty once in a while, no? ❜ 

         Reaching for a nearby bowl of powder, he studied it in passing. Kaeya would have loved to know the details behind science of it all, - not quite of its meticulous processes but more with its source. Although Kaeya does not present himself bookish, he had read enough to be aware that its execution is unmentioned on most modern books of alchemy, and yet, Albedo seems to practice it by heart. Not very surprising in thought, but nonetheless, intriguing. 

         ❛ Although, ❜ Kaeya quickly quips after readjusting, tanned featured donned with an easy grin. Keeping his curiosities in mind, he notes it’s a puzzle to decode another day. Instead, he diverts on a different kind of curiosity altogether, ❛ I absolutely wouldn’t mind our Sir Alchemist’s moral support. ❜    

[threebetrayals]

»  @rosemourne​    ‒‒‒‒‒    sc.  

  meeting another so similar in their natures of existence — or, one who isn’t the shogun puppet, anyway — is not something he believed would happen. obviously it’s never been an IMPOSSIBILITY; if something like himself can be created, then so too can others if the right hands take the time and effort. after five hundred some years of travelling teyvat and not finding any such thing, however, he’d simply begun to assume that it didn’t exist.

gaze as steady now as it had been twenty minutes ago, scaramouche continues to scrutinize the other in silence, observing every little detail that can be seen, almost like he’s LOOKING for something. what that might be, even he isn’t certain. similarities, perhaps. aside from both of them appearing entirely human and being below average in height, however, there are NONE to speak of.

finally, after so long of there being no movement or sound, the balladeer sits a bit taller, regarding albedo with a curiosity which appears more flippant than it truly is.

     “ your creator. ”  calm words shatter the silence now that he feels that he’s stared long enough to collect his thoughts. right after the interest in possible physical similarities is the intrigue of the one BEHIND the creation — he assumes it must have been a god who brought albedo to life, for who else had that sort of power?  “ where are they? ”

[eonsadrft]

Advice + for Albedo!

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   ❝ If you throw someone off a cliff and is human, I assure you they’ll die. ❞

[celcstialls]

starter for @rosemourne​ - Albedo  |  feat. Kaeya

It was almost like clock work to him now. As soon as he heard word of supplies needing to be brought up to Dragonspine, he was the first to offer help. The other knights simply thought he just wanted to get away for a bit, allow himself some time away from the stresses of that as cavalry captain. And well.. That wasn't exactly false. Kaeya collected some of the more important packages in his personal satchel- letters from Klee, paint refills, a few new brushes. All things he knew a certain alchemist would appreciate, after all, that was the main reason he was going. "Got everything you need Kaeya?" Some of the Adventures Guild asked, handing him the reigns of the sled he was expected to pull up the slopes of Dragonspine. Kaeya simply smirked. "Everything I need? Don't think we'd be able to fit everything I need on one little sled~" He huffed, looking down at the painfully small amount that was supposed to last months. He'd have to sneak a few more supplies up on his own time.. Before the Guild could reply to his remarks, Kaeya was off. Trudging through the snow along the "safest" routes before finally spotting that dull lit cave in the distance. "Package for Master Albedo?" Kaeya called out once in ear shot of the alchemist's "office", the smile in his voice was obvious.

"Your humble knight is here to serve you~"

[vzorexa]

a flourished knock at the door reveals the features of the windblown chief alchemist, silhouetted by the street lamps of mondstadt at late hours. the slighter man stands there, upon the captain's doorstep, with a carefully wrapped plate in hand. beneath the clear fixture it's plain to see the carefully made fruit skewers beneath - lovingly arranged in such a way that is uniquely albedo. holding the plate is the alchemist himself - and he looks a bit timid, perhaps even shy, as the item is pushed forward with the sweetest murmur of, "happy birthday, kaeya" all punctuated by a brilliant, rare smile from albedo himself.

   The gentle knock he heard sounded, — hesitant. If he hadn’t known better, it would have been easily mistaken as a stray bird’s peckings. Kaeya found himself reaching for the door. As if what’s behind its wooden frame would disappear if he had rather called out to it.  

   ❛ Albedo, ❜ he spurts out, baffled by the presence. The HQ’s halls had already dimmed. It’s the midst of dead night. Most of the knights had already retired from day’s work hours and hours ago. Kaeya wondered if the snow-pale researcher was an illusion made from his exhausted mind. 

    There are a plethora of unspoken questions frozen within Kaeya’s perplexed profile, —  and it must have been this tense silence that urged Albedo to speak first.

      Happy Birthday, Kaeya.

   It was then he exhaled the breath he hadn’t knew he held. All this time he spent confounded, he had missed the meal offered as a gift. He must have been blinded by something else entirely. ❛ — and all the way from Dragonspine. ❜ He muttered weakly, susceptibly, and almost to himself. 

   ❛ Thank you, truly. ❜ His gaze then softened, ❛ Really, you shouldn’t have.❜ 

   Kaeya wouldn’t be surprised if he had woken up at this point. When he glimpsed Albedo’s smile he felt something within his chest twinge, painfully. A star shone and twinkled just for him tonight and he knew it would be a sight etched in his memory for the rest of his breathing days. 

   ❛ Then, ❜ he spoke, finally recovered his composure. The door creaked as he shifted. ❛ Would you like to stay for dinner? ❜