content warnings; angst (?) ig, homesickness, dragonspine is a lonely place
word count; 553
i was listening to my playlist for childe when i wrote this,
The winds that carried out through the air kissed him similar to those of his hometown. It wasn't as cold in Dragonspine (though that didn't mean that it wasn't cold) but the air was thick, and there was snow. He knew this was the closest he would get to Snezhnaya, but this.. this was so dead.
Childe had heard of Dragonspine from locals. They'd go on about how scary and dangerous the mountain was, and mention a couple of names here and thereー probably of adventures who were deemed brave enough to go uphill. ‘Albedo’ was a name he came across a bit too often, he'd hear hushed whispers along the streets about the chief alchemist who had supposedly been camping out in Dragonspine for months on end.
People often commemorated Albedo’s, so called, bravery. And Childe, being a cutthroat man, couldn't help but think “I could stay at Dragonspine too, I bet it's not even that cold.” And so he set foot out of the city, stating that his mission could wait a little more.
..
He was disappointed the moment he saw the area. There wasn't a single thing he could deem lively. Not the hillichurls, not the air, not even the animals. The campsites were the worst of all. He'd come across one or two abandoned sites every now and then, some even newly left behind (he could tell by the air, it was a hunch), and they'd look so disheveled. At first he thought it was because of some strong beast waiting to get him, too. But quickly he realized that these people were just weak. A frostarm lavachurl or a ruin grader wasn't enough to take him down, not at all.
“Such a dull atmosphere..” he said, dusting off the remains of a table with markings he hadn't seemed to remember. He'd found another camp in a small corner, barely visible to the eye with the current snowstorm.
Brushing off the snow and dust, he soon came to understand that it was an alchemy table, an ancient table with great capabilities. There was also some treasure next to what he assumed was a cooking pot, he opened the chest and left soon after.
Now walking in the cold, cold snow; he really couldn't see a thing. It was just white. Pure white.. And the blizzard felt like it was kissing his cheeks, wiping away tears that hadn't even formed. He could only imagine his hometown as the snow hit him, but it was hardー too hard to imagine anything when Dragonspine was this dead. He could partially feel parts himself dying the longer he stayed (not to say he minded).
The blizzard didn't die down, but he somehow managed to find his way through whatever the hell the path he was on was called. He saw a fire already lit and sat down on the docks, welcoming himself. He wasn't that far from the city now, huh.
The voices that belonged to the residents of Mondstadt were very welcome after his long hike up the mountains. Sighing, he looked into his pockets for a pen and paper. Anything would do for now, but he really wanted to write. Write to his family.
Childe started his letter with “Dear sister,”
Dragonspine was nothing like Snezhnaya. And he longed for home.
prompt: “play me a melody, i don’t care as to which one.” with albedo, as requested by anon!
pairing: albedo x gn!reader
warnings: none!
word count: ~0.7k
a/n: chose the title because windspiel(e) is wind chime in german, iirc? but spiele(n) also means ‘play’. it’s been a while since i actually studied the language so on god i might be wrong when i say that it also works for like… “playing” instruments. nonetheless i thought it was a cute lil pun i could make because they play the instrument of barbatos in the fic !! :D
“albedo… this feels… sacrilegious,” you say hesitantly, grimacing slightly at your current situation. in front of you stands your lovely boyfriend, which certainly isn’t the problem. rather, the problem lies in his surgically-gloved hands: the holy lyre der himmel, otherwise known as the most holy object in all of mondstadt. albedo’s arms stretch out to you, offering you the lyre.
“since that bard stole the lyre and permanently damaged it, the church requested my assistance in repairing it,” albedo explained as you carefully took the lyre into your hands. “it is believed that the lyre has anemo abilities infused into its strings that can be evoked upon playing a specific melody. however, in order to discover what that melody is in order to repair the lyre, i need to run some experiments to discover what alchemic properties are emitt-”
while albedo explains the situation but fails to explain why he even brought you along, your thoughts can’t help but focus on the object that now lies in your hands, rather than listening to your lover’s words. blood rushes to your head as nervousness wracks your body over the sheer importance and value of the lyre. what if you dropped it? what if you snapped its strings on accident? what if you dented it? what if you playing it only caused it to become worse? what if..?
U GUYS ARE FUCKING INSANE. U DONT EVEN HAVE THE EXCUSE OF “OHH I WRITE POST TIMESKIP” BC YUUJI IS LIKE. 15 THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE ANIME/ MANGA SO FAR. U ARE RLLY JUST WRITING PORN ABT A MINOR WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SHAME. GET HELP
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