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And the tilt of the exorcist's body against his just makes the Doctor smile. Settled grin resting against their features back into a smaller, thinner expression of a lower caliber, less of a threat than ever.

Expression perfectly organized into that of the neutral businessman who'd been strolling the docks earlier, casually buying a grilled tiger fish for the sake of keeping appearances up. After all, he'd gotten what he'd come for, now.

Lifting Chongyun up and placing the exorcist over his shoulder with little care, a cloaked arm wraps around his waist to hold the younger male in place with shifting eyes.

Eying the claymore on the dock, Dottore's knees shift with a gentle bend to lift the heavy weapon in one hand, sheathing it along his back to form an X with the weapon typically worn across his own, absent from sight. A lethal choice for his skillset; one he typically never had to wield.

After all, the empty needles in his gloves showed just how proficent he was in ways that didn't require quite as much...

force.

The same force by which the Doctor walks the quiet docks that wrap around the side of Liyue, spying his small boat marked with the Fatui's sign against the prow. Burned into the wood, visible by the slight moonlight from their lone location, heavy bootsteps land on the deck of the ship to carry the exorcist on board and place him downstairs, hardly bothering to take any extensive steps over his watch.

The Doctor knew his own dosage. And human biology perfectly.

And if he was to wake up and begin a fight?

The Geo bracers and Agents could handle the problem just fine.

In swaying waters, no one would come to help him.

Not as the ship pushes away from the dock with a hasty hand untied, bobbing away. Leaving Liyue and Chongyun's home behind, taking him to a foreign land.

The edge of the city, the dispersing crowds.

It's quite unsurprising to the Doctor that the exorcist had chosen to follow them out here, even as long as he'd left the lapsed silence to become. Expanding by the second and every word left unsaid; pressing against the tight tension between the two of them.

Something clearly fallible, enough to where the press of either's claymore would render the bubble to pop against sharpened edge. Even without the appearance of the broad blade from either of the party, the hostile air doesn't shift.

And it certainly isn't helped by the sickening grin spreading across the Doctor's face as he flicks his wrist, letting the needles slide down his fingers and into place. Slotting into thin, string-clear holes of the gloves upon lab-gifted hands. Glass presses against lithe digits, threatening to break with a hard enough flex, but impressively so (or disturbingly, truly, it was up to the third party to decide) Dottore has learned his art before.

Knowing just how much agile pressure to apply, where to, exactly, in order to keep the glass stable.

Stable enough to have the Doctor's cold, calculating tone slide into the air, eyes glistening in the dimmed light of Liyue.

" No, no, really. Thank you. "

As the other gloved hand, absent from any sorts of need to restrain pressure, grabs the cryo exorcist's shoulder. Pulling him in with a sharp motion of a limb bending close, the needlepoints find a home in Chongyun's skin with ease.

Specifically, against the exposed skin of the back of his neck, noted by the taller figure upon their short walk.

Gloved hands move quickly to cover Chongyun's mouth with the secondary motion, away from his shoulder, towards the chance of suppressing a gasp. Palm folding in of the needled touch and pressing chemicals into the lithe body. Dosage perfect.

" For allowing me to use mine. "

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me staring at tumblr like 'man i should write'

vs me just being on genshin forever

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wanderers don't know how to spell and here's evidence why.

minus ren apparently but i still think he can't spell

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shoutout to avalon for making my eye pain go away and making me want to write at one oh two am in the morning

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The edge of the city, the dispersing crowds.

It's quite unsurprising to the Doctor that the exorcist had chosen to follow them out here, even as long as he'd left the lapsed silence to become. Expanding by the second and every word left unsaid; pressing against the tight tension between the two of them.

Something clearly fallible, enough to where the press of either's claymore would render the bubble to pop against sharpened edge. Even without the appearance of the broad blade from either of the party, the hostile air doesn't shift.

And it certainly isn't helped by the sickening grin spreading across the Doctor's face as he flicks his wrist, letting the needles slide down his fingers and into place. Slotting into thin, string-clear holes of the gloves upon lab-gifted hands. Glass presses against lithe digits, threatening to break with a hard enough flex, but impressively so (or disturbingly, truly, it was up to the third party to decide) Dottore has learned his art before.

Knowing just how much agile pressure to apply, where to, exactly, in order to keep the glass stable.

Stable enough to have the Doctor's cold, calculating tone slide into the air, eyes glistening in the dimmed light of Liyue.

" No, no, really. Thank you. "

As the other gloved hand, absent from any sorts of need to restrain pressure, grabs the cryo exorcist's shoulder. Pulling him in with a sharp motion of a limb bending close, the needlepoints find a home in Chongyun's skin with ease.

Specifically, against the exposed skin of the back of his neck, noted by the taller figure upon their short walk.

Gloved hands move quickly to cover Chongyun's mouth with the secondary motion, away from his shoulder, towards the chance of suppressing a gasp. Palm folding in of the needled touch and pressing chemicals into the lithe body. Dosage perfect.

" For allowing me to use mine. "

Hm, perhaps he does have to get better upon how he conducts himself around people, with how ... tense the cryo wielder is before him now. All of those comments from the Regrator upon how he needed more interaction with people, rather than being in the lab moreso over his experiments, ring against his ears before the Doctor simply exhales through the thin (yet protective) fabric over his lips.

At least he's earned the ability to be spoken to face to face, which truthfully isn't much.. yet all the same.

But the benefits of being a rather human model lead to turning off more alarms in the average person's head, bells droning into silence with how ordinarily simple he appears, at first.

At first.

The step back's not left unnoticed, with the congenial tone slinking slowly into syllabled words. Waving a gloved hand idly with a slight tilt of his head, Dottore simply clasps his other hand behind his back, scarlet eyes glistening.

" Of course, of course. All of those are simple enough to follow. "

With a slight angle of his arms forward, the Doctor shows the pathway winding through Liyue.

" Let's walk and talk about it, shall we? "

Crossing his arms once more, the concealed needlepoints hidden in the fingers of his gloves press against elegant digits covered with perfectly crafted skin. Hardly artifical texture pushing against the lithe glass vials and needles begging to break through fabric and taste skin, for their contents to be emptied.

A call that the Second stills in his blood.

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he said no

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replies coming later today ~~ feel free to chuck things at the old ask box now

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not me just now realizing asks werent open goodnight

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Hm, perhaps he does have to get better upon how he conducts himself around people, with how ... tense the cryo wielder is before him now. All of those comments from the Regrator upon how he needed more interaction with people, rather than being in the lab moreso over his experiments, ring against his ears before the Doctor simply exhales through the thin (yet protective) fabric over his lips.

At least he's earned the ability to be spoken to face to face, which truthfully isn't much.. yet all the same.

But the benefits of being a rather human model lead to turning off more alarms in the average person's head, bells droning into silence with how ordinarily simple he appears, at first.

At first.

The step back's not left unnoticed, with the congenial tone slinking slowly into syllabled words. Waving a gloved hand idly with a slight tilt of his head, Dottore simply clasps his other hand behind his back, scarlet eyes glistening.

" Of course, of course. All of those are simple enough to follow. "

With a slight angle of his arms forward, the Doctor shows the pathway winding through Liyue.

" Let's walk and talk about it, shall we? "

Crossing his arms once more, the concealed needlepoints hidden in the fingers of his gloves press against elegant digits covered with perfectly crafted skin. Hardly artifical texture pushing against the lithe glass vials and needles begging to break through fabric and taste skin, for their contents to be emptied.

A call that the Second stills in his blood.

" Excuse me. "

And the dulcet tones of someone quite foreign to this land, the one glowing with lights and glittering with the life pulsing through each footstep and echo of voices. Truly, something significant to each attendee of this little festival...

Including himself.

But ah, he wasn't here to sample the newest dishes from Wanmin Resturant, or watch the Xiao lanterns glide across the surface of the ocean upon the docks like all the rest.

He was not like the rest.

After all, with the way his stride widens with each step taken towards the unexpecting exorcist, lying in wait (as expected) by the statement hardly uttered, there's a backstep of confidence there. Vial clipped onto the slightly tanned lobe of the Doctor's ear glimmering in the light of the swinging luminesce, blue glint catching with the same tint of the younger exorcist's hair.

" Are you the exorcist I've heard oh so much about? "

There's almost a note of genuine curiosity creeping along the edges of his voice. As if he truly wanted to know just about another ritual to cleanse, to clear the hallowed ground like that of the slopes of Wuwang hill.

No, not quite.

Instead, to cleanse yang energy from a certain.. location. For his own interests.

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@erabundus liked for a starter...

Well.. what was that one proverb so many used to reminisce on the past? Of past creations?

Because that's quite what the Doctor feels, now, clever eyes behind an avian mask having fallen upon a... familiar figure, if he was truly put to the task. After all, that wasn't much of what others could say about the wanderer roaming the lush grass and hills of Sumeru, spotted on the outskirts of Gandharva Ville.

Most would question if they'd ever seen him before. Memories and slates wiped clean from what was once formerly their connection through a new god, from what was supposed to be the beginning of a new era for the nation of knowledge.

Most.

But not him.

Not the Doctor whose memories spanned agelessly, from times and eras that would be unspoken to the tongues of mortal lives. People who'd never hear of the witnessed sights, the beautiful imagery of torment and despair he'd crafted.

Whose memories resided everywhere and nowhere, formed together even with the pathetic attempt at a wipe performed by the wanderer.

By the small form approached by the doctor with a swinging glass vial echoing in the wind, whistling neatly through every step.

" We meet again, my failed experiment. "

His voice does not hold a note of pride.

Mockery, laced through notes of sharp edge and twisted vowel.

Ah, he remembers the metaphor.

" Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance. "

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new icon, how we feeling?

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" Excuse me. "

And the dulcet tones of someone quite foreign to this land, the one glowing with lights and glittering with the life pulsing through each footstep and echo of voices. Truly, something significant to each attendee of this little festival...

Including himself.

But ah, he wasn't here to sample the newest dishes from Wanmin Resturant, or watch the Xiao lanterns glide across the surface of the ocean upon the docks like all the rest.

He was not like the rest.

After all, with the way his stride widens with each step taken towards the unexpecting exorcist, lying in wait (as expected) by the statement hardly uttered, there's a backstep of confidence there. Vial clipped onto the slightly tanned lobe of the Doctor's ear glimmering in the light of the swinging luminesce, blue glint catching with the same tint of the younger exorcist's hair.

" Are you the exorcist I've heard oh so much about? "

There's almost a note of genuine curiosity creeping along the edges of his voice. As if he truly wanted to know just about another ritual to cleanse, to clear the hallowed ground like that of the slopes of Wuwang hill.

No, not quite.

Instead, to cleanse yang energy from a certain.. location. For his own interests.

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Quite surprising to him, frankly. The sorts of people that Teyvat gifted him with, and him alone.

With the sort of power in his hands, gods beloathed and power pressed into the gaze sweeping across the glowing lanterns bobbing along the dock, dotting the night sky, it quite surprised the Doctor himself that he'd ended up in the nation of Geo just in time for one of their defining festivals.

Lantern Rite.

Crowds of people humming and buzzing around the man walking through the city, quiet and masked with a new sort of design over his features.

Rather than the avian one he so typically wore, a navy blue mask clung to his mouth and lower face instead, engraved and gilded with bronze along the edges and curves. Fitting for the occasion, he assumes, almost grimacing at the thoughts of anything akin to fashion crossing his mind.

Before he runs directly into a much smaller figure crashing into his torso, making the Doctor stumble back. Casting a bold red gaze toward the figure below- two details he instantly notes.

One, that his figure was dressed like that of the exorcists he'd heard so reverently of, around the peaks of nearby range. Young features so innocuous to betray the true age of the one who lied beneath, truly one skilled in his experience.

But that wasn't what the Second noted.

Instead, the incredible energy pouring from him.

Certainly unlike elemental energy he'd encountered before, something quite different; yet all the same for the utter purity and ability contained within it. Something he'd read on with his extensive time (cut short) at the Akademiya. How his list of experimental energies expanded at the very thoughts of it...

Pure yang. Something he'd heard that spirit of the exorcists clan to possess- ah, yes, Chongyun.

How very interesting. Lantern Rite was a time of prosperity and wealth, and it provided even a tainted soul like himself with a new source of knowledge.

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babygirl your design is so complicated and hard to draw

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that, and the dendro nuisance of a scholar being chaotic.. hmpf.

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sinday?

he watches the dash with pleased eyes.

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 "You’re embarrassing!“ “You act like a fucking child.”  "Sometimes I can’t remember why I ever loved you in the first place.“  "What did I tell you about trying to hold my hand in public?”  "I don’t want people to know that I’m dating you!“  "You’re pathetic…”  "You make me sad. Just looking at you…“  "I can’t be around you anymore.”  "You’re not worth it.“  "You’re nothing. Not to me. Not to anyone.”  "Stop looking at me like that…like you’re expecting me to care. You should know better by now.“ “You’re useless.”  "Loving you was the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done.“  "Pretending to love you was excruciating.”  "You thought I could really love someone like you?“  "I’m just…getting tired of you.”  "I have to get out. You’re ruining my life.“  "I used to dream about you but now you’re the star of my nightmares.”  "You’re a disappointment.“  "I tried to love you..I really did.”  "You’ll never be anything to me.“  "I wished you realized how much I’ve grown to loathe you.”  "You’re so ignorant.“  "You look ridiculous!”  "I’m not going out with you in public looking like that.”  "Every one makes fun of you.“  "You make me look bad.”  "You’re a waste of time.“ "I’m not yours anymore!”  "It’s not [her/him]! It’s anyone! I could love anyone more than I love you.“  "You don’t deserve me.”