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lcyblade​:

there’s a brief pause before kaeya released a laugh that seemed to bubble from his chest , unusually loud for the suave , soft-spoken captain. his hand briefly flies to his mouth and covers it , clearly an attempt to mask the noise despite the drunken locals who had already made their claim in the tavern. it’s only when he’s able to catch his breath that kaeya shifts his fingers over , now resting his face into his palm , a playful gleam in that pale hue.

               ❛ ohh , no , thieves and plunderers ? i couldn’t bear the thought , but i don’t know how i could help ! i don’t know who these thieves could be – ❜

a brief giggle escaped , a slip of the tongue. 

               ❛ – if i may , of course , know what the benefits are , i may be better suited for … capturing these dastardly villains. ❜

|| Albedo does this thing- this oddly specific thing, where he lets the tines of his fork drag across his lip until the last one just hangs on the precipice of his smile. It genuinely brings him this bubbly feeling of mirth to be in someone else’s company, and for them to laugh with him. He chuckles softly, letting the fork drop and clink onto the plate before him.

“Well,” He says measuredly, idly twirling the fork with a single finger pressed onto the point of its handle, slowly turning it like a lone dancer on a ceramic stage. “How am I to know that you aren’t... colluding, with said plunderers of sweets? After all, not even moments ago were you trying to steal away my precious confection.”

The alchemist presses his lips into an amused line to keep from breaking this little act they have going on. He holds back his laughter, only for a moment before a small giggle escapes him nonetheless, inhibitions be damned. “Hmm, in this situation you would be vying for a bargain, so how about you help keep watch, and in return I offer you a healthy cut, so to speak. That sounds something along the lines of what you would say, were you to be in my position.”

Of course, he was going to give Kaeya some cake regardless. The sugar was doing terrible, terrible things to him already, and Albedo really wasn’t in the mood to need escort back to his lab. ||

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adversaryss​:

More out of curiosity than any sort of good will, Tartaglia lets go of his Hydro construct and lets the strange thing- being- man? It sounds like a man, cracked and hoarse as the voice is, so Tartaglia lets him have it.

The form of it dissolves as he relinquishes control, ephemeral water reverting into pure light before sinking into the man’s body. It seems to illuminate him from within, like fireflies in a bottle, and Tartaglia observes the spectacle conspicuously, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward intently. It’s oddly intimate, watching someone put themselves together piece by piece.

“The day? I can’t recall.” It hasn’t mattered much lately. Tracking the days will only drive him madder, so he’s been trying to keep his mind off the calendar. He’s honestly thankful that he’s come across such an interesting distraction. “But that’s a neat trick you’ve got there. Are you some kind of healer? Or…”

He narrows his eyes, catching sight of the greyish flakes that he’d mistaken for snow, something ashen- or chalky. The impoliteness of the inquiry doesn’t make him hesitate to ask once again, even before asking for a name, “Say, what are you?”

|| Albedo, for as socially challenged as he is in a great number of situations, can recognize when someone has ulterior motives. He can read the way this stranger speaks, the way he moves his body, the way he gazes upon him without even the slightest hint of fear- and Albedo gets the sense that despite having had a witness to what this body is capable of, the truth should be kept out of his reach.

The alchemist coughs again, his collapsed lung now having re-filled with air. “Well,” He starts slowly, body still wracked with tremors as it continues to reform. “I am an alchemist, first and foremost.” Is what he provides him with. “You wouldn’t happen to be familiar with this art, would you?”

The feeling in his fingers finally seems to have come back and he flexes them experimentally. His gloves- and surely the rest of his clothing is ruined. There are bloodied tatters of it scattered about and his gloves have holes where his bones punched through the fabric.

He clears his throat, “If you have any paper and something to write with, it’d be greatly appreciated.” ||

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&& continued from here // @lcyblade ; 

|| Albedo blinked slowly at Kaeya, a lazy, warm smile gracing his features. “I suppose there are benefits to indulging in some social functions every once in awhile.” He said airily. Was that some sort of sarcastic smugness in his tone? It must be. But his expression betrayed nothing.

He batted away Kaeya’s hand with the edge of his fork, pulling the cake closer to him protectively.

“The flaws of such interactions lies in the fact that my sweets remain hapless victims to thieves and plunderers.” In that same sort of playfulness he cruelly- almost torturously- slowly sunk his fork into the soft sponge cake and took a bite directly in front of his fellow captain.

And most certainly this time, the alchemist had a smug grin curled around the metal tines. ||

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&& hi i’ve been struggling on this acc a lot with this muse so im finally getting around to answering asks and replying to threads !! im kind of limited on it rn so i would appreciate it if some asks were just left as is and not replied to thanks gjklasfjhkl ;

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"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

ꕥ - misunderstanding starters (limited.) // @windblade-lumi

|| Choked breaths escaped him, blood and ichor dribbling from his lips.  

Albedo huffed something like a laugh, though there was nothing humorous about the moment at all. But perhaps he could find irony in the fact that it was only at the end of his life that he didn’t feel alone. ||

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&& what is it you want from love? ;

a home

picture this: you turn over and realize they’re half-awake too. they pull you back under the blanket they stole during the night and wrap their arms around you. as you drift back to sleep you realize you couldn’t love a person more if you tried. they’re the safe space you go to when you’re anxious, the person where unabashed honesty doesn’t feel terrifying but something you’re grateful for. it took a long time and even though you never thought you’d be able to say this, you finally feel at home. at home in the same way you do when you look at the moon, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted from life.

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“  i have faith in you.  ” / from lisa!

​ꕥ - softer prompts (limited.) // @starsdescent

|| Albedo blinks in quiet surprise, and then smiles. The words mean more to him than Miss Lisa must know- or does she? He can’t tell with her sometimes. “Thank you.” ||

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❝ When is it that we decided to throw all cautionary measures during research out into the wind? ❞ Irritation found its way to underline the older’s tone as she stood at her desk. Albedo had been called in for discussion over the latest matter at hand. A matter that almost got Klee hurt. Something Jean couldn’t move on from.

Both hands laid flat across the wooden desk’s surface; anger bubbling forth as she looked to her chief alchemist. It was unlike him to not take as many precautions to his research as possible. Jean knew he was better than that. She also knew Klee was quick to run into things without thinking thoroughly, but this didn’t seem to ease the knight.

❝ Did you even see her? I-If that beast would’ve been any faster, Klee would’ve… ❞ there was pause, Jean didn’t want to think about it. One hand rose to cover her face. The anger was beginning to fall into the hurt she had been masking. Klee was very important to her, she can’t imagine her getting hurt. A long sigh brushed past lips as she made a move to flop down into her chair.

❝ Klee could’ve been gravely injured. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be so harsh, but Albedo it’s very important as knights that we stay diligent in our efforts to protect everyone. Especially Klee. Please just be more observant to what’s around you. Can you promise me that? ❞ Watery eyes lifted from the downcast gaze to look at Albedo, all signs of anger had vanished. All that remained was a look of plea.

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|| Of course Albedo understands Jean’s worry. It really had been a lack of consideration on his part- an occurrence that seemed to be happening more and more these days. Even standing there in the face of the Acting Grand Master’s fury, he can hardly feel a thing.

But he reminds himself to despise that. Forces himself to feel something- even if it’s hatred. It’s better than feeling nothing, and if it’s directed at himself, it can’t hurt anyone else.

And then Jean is- she’s crying. Albedo blinks in surprise at this display of emotions. He looks down at his shoes all of a sudden, like an ashamed child might. Despite all his vast knowledge, he still feels quite naïve. “I understand.” But does he? “I...” He tries to find the word that most aptly fits the situation. 

This is where he always struggles. This is where his vocabulary just seems to fail him, and the emotions he can never quite convey slip through his fingers. This is where he’s lost people. Not always by tragedy or ill fate, but by others seeing him for what he is and forsaking their faith in him.

Albedo clenches his hands into fists at his side. “I’m sorry.” And he just can’t muster more than that, because what is an apology worth if it’s just dressed in flowery prose for the sake of keeping appearances?

He knows it’s not enough to quell the tears that brim in Jean’s eyes. It’s not enough to protect Klee either- he can’t believe that he’d forgotten that, his little sister- because each day what little fragment of humanity that Albedo had gained is being lost. He knows he could say more, explain himself, do better. Fight harder.

The words don’t come.

If he isn’t human, nor great alchemist, then what is he? What will be left once all that has finally fallen away? ||

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Arms wrapped around the other for a moment. Holding the other close for a moment, he couldn’t help but sigh softly for a moment and slowly pulled a smile on his lips. “ Yes, but you could have said no.” He said softly for a moment. “ beside, it won’t be for long, I know you have to finish your work, and I just needed a moment or two..” 

|| “Theoretically, I could have said no.” He agrees. “But a break is good every once in awhile.” It’s definitely not because Diluc is so alluringly warm, and Albedo, who only experiences warmth and chill by proxy, is kind of addicted to how nice it feels to be in the other’s arms.

He chuckles, “I’d advise against making promises you won’t keep. You know it’ll be far more than a moment.” Not that Albedo minds, of course. ||

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Childe knows how to be patient. To most, it may not seem like it, but he does. He knows how to lay in wait for an opening. He knows how to be alone with his thoughts, mulling over past battles. Stasis is not his preferred state of being, that much is true, but he can still appreciate the quiet moments when they come.

It's when the peace and quiet drags on too long that he starts to get restless. The lull between his last mission and the next is especially excruciating. It was the worst kind of victory- not a victory at all- just a stageplay for the general public to consume while the actors and scriptwriters cashed in on the ticket sales. It leaves him feeling restless and hollow, nothing substantial to sate his hunger until the next battle.

In the hollowness, loneliness creeps in to fill the spaces, a liquid chill that seeps into every nook and cranny of him. Liyue Harbor is warm and sunny, vibrant and full of color and life, and in all these ways it is not home. Yet he can't return home, not yet. All he can do is pen letters to his loved ones and tighten his bow strings, waiting, waiting, waiting to be set in motion again.

Perhaps a day trip is in order.

He's heard tales of a mountain nestled in the crux between Liyue and Mond. Brutally cold, forbidding slopes full of corrupt monsters, energized by some mysterious force. A cursed place of eternal winter, no matter the time of year.

In short: The perfect vacation spot.

Childe travels lightly as always, only taking his weapon and a new coat to brace against the anticipated cold. He's Snezhnayan, not an idiot. A boat or cart would have probably cut his commute in half, but he's in need of the exercise so he simply leaves early one morning and walks the entire way there. It really is that simple. No sudden rainstorms, no random ambushes from bandits. Just Childe and the sun, making their way from one end of Liyue to the other.

The sun is just starting to sink behind the mountain range when he sees it in the distance; a splash of red standing out against the stark white snow.

"Hmm?" A curious noise escapes him and he changes direction, making a beeline from the beaten path to investigate. It's blood, he thinks. He can't smell it in this weather, but he recognizes the shade and shape of it, the color perfectly preserved in the damp and cold. The crimson snow is caved in on itself in a strange way, like some impossibly large creature left a footprint.

...Or like something average sized fell from a very high height. When he reaches the edge of the crater he spies the bleeder, what can only be a crumpled corpse laying deep in the center. An unfortunate way to go; not in the throes of battle, but a simple slip, it would seem.

"Bad luck," Childe says out loud, to no one in particular. He doesn't particularly feel like carting around the dead body of a stranger, but he knows there's an Adventurer's Guild encampment at the base of the mountain. It's one that he'd been intending on making a pit stop at anyways, so he figures at the very least he can tell them about it and let them deal with it. All he needs is some sort of identification and he'll be on his way.

The bloody ice is a little slippery as he carefully makes his way down into the crater. The body looks even smaller up close like this, like they wouldn't have come to his eye level if they were standing upright. He squats down beside it to get a better look at the clothes, brushing off some fresh snowfall to look for some kind of insignia. Strange clothes for sure, even as torn up as they are, but nothing he recognizes as belonging to a Guild or organization.

"Who are you?" he mutters to himself.

Almost as if to answer him, the body twitches. He jolts slightly in surprise, taking his hand away. Perhaps it's... still fresh? Cautiously, he stands up again and takes a step back, summoning a Hydro spear to gently prod at the thing from a safe distance. It must be thirsty somehow, because the tip of his polearm gets absorbed into it.

"Woah." There's a strange tugging sensation in his Vision, yet it doesn't hurt, so he decides to wait and see what happens, watching in amazement as the mysterious corpse starts to reform. There really isn't a better word for it. Twisted limbs swivel and snap back into places with sickening crunches, like breaking in reverse. Half frozen, bloody slush starts creeping back to its source, disappearing into rapidly sealing cracks that Childe can only notice now that the mess is cleaning itself up.

Cracks?

"What are you...?" The better question to be asking, really. Despite how grotesquely inhuman the display is, he finds himself enthralled by the sight, thoughts of melancholy and ennui dissipating in the face of the strange and unknown. He feeds a little more of his elemental energy into his polearm, tapping into the Electro of his Delusion, just to see what will happen.

Sparks flicker and sink into stained porcelain. The body jerks with a gasp. The only phrase that comes to mind is honestly the miracle of life. Without a second thought, Childe crouches down in front of the ex-corpse, addressing them conversationally, "Well. I can safely say, I've never seen anything like you before! How are you feeling?"

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|| Albedo’s aware of the ghastly sounds he must be making, because he can hear something gasping and wheezing like it’s only got one working lung and he knows it must be him. His jaw was completely shattered upon impact as well, it seems. The thing about geo shields is that they can’t be made when you’re plummeting several altitudes into certain death.

He looks at the stranger before him- who doesn’t seem even at all deterred nor frightened, which is a curious reaction, the alchemist notes- and reaches out. His mangled hand grasps for the source of the elemental energy that must have revived him, and he finds his hand making contact with some sort of spear.

Immediately, its power is absorbed back into him, and Albedo focuses its energy into restructuring his lungs and vocal chords, as well as that broken jaw. He uses his free hand to crack it back into place, flexing the muscles until they’re in working order.

“Thank... you...” He croaks out. “I’d... say I’m sorry that you had to see that... but... I believe it wouldn’t do much... good... at this point.” Albedo’s fragile body is wracked with coughs, chalk still flaking off of him with every movement.

He can feel the energy he’s absorbing pulsing through him. He can feel the spells that melded him burning through his clothes like they’re trying to make themselves known to the world. He can see his palms glowing with his own magic now and knows the rest of the markings that adorn the rest of his body must be following suit.

“Where... What day is it?” Albedo can at least tell by how fresh his blood had been that it certainly hadn’t been too long, but he hopes there isn’t a search party out for him to see him in this state. Even through the thick blankets of snow, he can at least slowly start to piece together his whereabouts, and he determine he must not be too far off of any paths if he was spotted by a lonesome wanderer. ||

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i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway. ”

protective prompts (accepting.) // @cryocapt

|| "On the contrary," Albedo said, straightening up to face the other. "I could use the assistance." It wasn't like him to accept help- unless he needed a guinea pig, and in which case, today he did and Kaeya had arrived at just the right moment. "You wouldn't happen to be adverse to hiking, would you?"

"Rest assured, this experiment shouldn't bring you any harm. I wouldn't want for my fellow captain to become injured under my watch." ||

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"I'm not feeling so good ..."

poisoned sentence starters (accepting.) // @csmicwarrior

|| Albedo raised his head from the book he had been reading, immediately snapping it shut and getting up to be by Lumine's side. "You're so pale- what happened?" He asked, gently grasping her so she could lean her weight into him, his hand brushing her hair from her face. ||

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"I've never seen anything like you before." (terrible first meetings)

terrible first meetings (accepting.) // @adversaryss

|| Albedo considered himself an alchemist first and a fighter second.

That didn't mean that he didn't get into trouble every now and then. His morning had begun with a leisurely walk from his research camp right into a patrolling group of Treasure Hoarders that were keen on capturing him for more information on that cursed sword he'd unvaulted.

Sometimes knowledge could be more trouble than it seemed to be worth.

Of course, it hadn't ended there. Because his bout with the Treasure Hoarders had awoken a sleeping Frostarm Lawachurl. While the thieves all had their dust to make quick getaways, Albedo had been left to fend for himself. Just his luck.

He could've sworn he hadn't crossed paths with a certain unfortunate adventurer in some time.

The beast charged at him, intent to kill. The shield he made was shattered in an instant. Albedo breathed a sigh of relief, thankful he hadn't been crushed to death. However that brief moment of respite left him unprepared for the second swing of the Lawachurl's massive fist.

He was falling.

It took him a moment to realize, Ah, yes. I must’ve been knocked clean off the cliffside.

Maybe this mountain was more trouble than it was worth. It seemed to have it out for him today.

He didn't really start panicking until he tried to twist his body to open his glider, only for the winds swirling about at the base of the mountain to render it useless. The wings snapped from the force of which they were opened, and he plummeted into a straight drop right into the heart of the valley.

A voice is what drew him out of the depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he drew in sharp gasps of air, dust filling his lungs as he coughed. Albedo knew he must've been badly damaged, laying out in the cold for who knows how long until his body had absorbed enough elemental energy to reform itself. There were still cracks along his skin and pale white flakes of chalk drifting off of him.

He stared rather dumbly at the man in front of him, who had most certainly just witnessed a rather statue-esque being sitting up from the small crater-like indent left from his fall. ||

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Terrible First Meeting Starters

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”

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|| Albedo shivered each time her lips brushed gently against the hollow of his throat, where that strange mark was plastered on his skin. He shut his eyes gently, drawing in a breath that could either cool the flames inside him or add to their embers, and did as Lumine requested.

He felt her, rather than saw her. Memorizing each dip and curve of this part of her body underneath his gloved hands. She was so soft- each time he had that thought, he would squeeze.

He was glad that she was smiling for him now, instead of seeming so lost like she did earlier. Albedo remarked that as he brought an arm underneath her, hitching her thigh up so he could slot himself between her legs- to be closer. “A smile better suits you, Lumine...” He murmured, kissing it just then like he wanted to cherish it.

The alchemist never wanted that light of hers to go out.

Trailing kisses from her lips, he decided to show her how much he adored every part of her that he could reach. Her cheeks. Her jaw. Her neck. Her shoulders and collarbones. Albedo had never understood the reverence that came with worshipping the divine.

But here, so close to her that not even their bodies had room to breathe, he could pretend for a moment that he was a holy man. ||

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|| “Curious... curious indeed.” ||