𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝.

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 & 𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬.

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           #𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙰𝙽   [  .  .  .  ]   private   &   selective   𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨,   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒌𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒛   of   hoyoverse's   𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯   𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵.   primarily   headcanon   based   &   potentially   canon   divergent.   please   read   all   carrd   pages   before   interacting.   nsfw   will   be   present.   minors   /   proshippers   &   personal   blogs   absolutely   do   not   interact.   synthesized   by   finch.   thirty.   any   pronouns.   

                                 𝐢. carrd. 𝐢𝐢. prompts. 𝐢𝐢𝐢. headcanons.

[alkhemian]

he is finally here....

[alkhemian]

feel my unbridled rage over the fact that the guarantee i have for albe.do currently means NOTHING and that i have to win another one....

[pepperoid]

this is my first time using tumblr and i don't really know what to do in here, bt i guess i just want to share my art, here's albedo ( ๑´ ᵕ `๑ ) ♡

[alkhemian]

eternally obsessed with these icons that @aedearly made me

[alkhemian]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥   𝐨𝐟   𝐚   𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲   -   the   quiet   drag   of   silken   notes   through   the   night   time   air.   in   the   corner   -   the   fontian   phonograph   drones   on,   a   soothing   piano   piece   that   albedo   finds   reminds   him   much   of   times   long   past.   for   an   artificial   lifeform   -   raised   in   the   depths   of   domains   and   traveling   ceaselessly,   how   strange   it   was   that   rhine   chose   to   make   a   gentleman   of   him   -   noble   lessons   in   dance   and   music   at   her   hand   -   but   never   art,   for   he   was   blessed   with   that   talent   from   birth.   still   though,   despite   those   'gentlemanly'   teachings   -   albedo   was   hardly   behaving   as   one   at   present   -   not   really.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   hold   still.   ❞   he   admonishes   the   captain   beneath   him   in   their   native   tongue,   greedily   drinking   in   the   bare   plains   of   his   chest.   adorning   his   form   are   khaenri'ahn   letters   -   painted   by   albedo's   steady,   painstaking   hand.   starting   from   his   throat   -   and   down   towards   the   waist   of   his   pants,   albedo   has   transitioned   the   text   to   careful   -   shaky   abyssal,   nigh   on   perfect   in   form   as   he   wrote   it   -   but   still   with   a   slow   sort   of   pain.   he   was   no   master   -   perhaps   he   never   could   be,   but   the   knowledge   and   practice   was   appreciated...   as   was   the   human   canvas   that   made   the   abyssal   words   glow   brighter   than   all   the   others.    ㅤㅤㅤ❝   hm.   ❞   comes   a   thoughtful   noise,   before   the   alchemist   replaces   the   brush   next   to   the   pot   of   gold   ink   (   literal   gold   too   -   and   treated   without   a   care   -   for   albedo   is   made   of   it   ),   and   moves   to   swing   his   leg   over   kaeya's   thighs,   straddling   him   with   the   same   clinical   precision   he   tends   to   do   everything.   downward   -   he   leans,   ashen   locks   falling   forwards   to   mingle   with   dry   painted   letters,   at   the   same   time   his   hands   press   lightly   over   the   wording   upon   his   pectorals.   ❝   you   make...   a   decent   canvas.   ❞

ㅤㅤㅤthe   caress   of   his   hand   roams   that   warm   chest,   and   with   it   letters   ascend,   mingling   slowly   -   slowly   -   slowly   until   within   albedo's   grasp   golden   text   transforms   into   a   real,   pure   white   calla   lily   -   and   disappears   from   kaeya's   skin.   the   abyssal   words   remain,   pulsating   -      humming,   not   threatening,   but   a   lilted   purr,   as   if   they   yearn   for   the   same   treatment.   any   other   man   would   be   fascinated   by   the   fact   that   he   had   created   a   flower   from   a   bit   of   gold   paint   upon   the   chest   of   mondstadt's   cavalry   captain   -   but   albedo   is   frowning.   ❝   still   not   right.   ❞   he   says   without   preamble,   and   tosses   the   plant   carelessly   over   his   shoulder.   

ㅤㅤㅤthis   time,   when   albedo   leans   downwards   -   his   hands   drag   from   navel   to   pecs   again,   drawing   over   warm   nubs   the   same   moment   he   drops   their   foreheads   together.   noses   brush,   lips   linger   close,   and   the   teal   of   albedo's   gaze   nearly   glows   in   the   dim   light   of   the   room.   ❝   do   you   think,   "   he   murmurs   -   voice   a   soft   desire,   "   that   i   can   make   something   fascinating   with   the   words   you   taught   me?   ❞   his   eyes   cast   between   them   -   to   those   glowing   letters   once   more,   ❝   or   should   i   leave   it   on   your   skin   for   awhile   to   remind   you   -   ❞   and   if   their   words   barely   brush   on   the   last   bit,   albedo   won't   tell,   ❝   of   me?   ❞ // @pavocelus

[ahbeduo]

Continuing to add on to my ‘Klee and Albedo being the most wholesome sibling duo ever’ agenda 

[lt-archived]

          they had never been acquainted with desire like this before.

          the adeptus had never been the scholarly type, and could no longer remember a time when they were young, and curious about the world around them. there must have been a time when they were not jaded and recluse, before the decaying parts of their mind had shut down all the memories which made existence unbearable. xiao cared little for uncovering them. maybe it would be a new curiosity forged, through the eyes of the alchemist who found near everything around them some marvel of nature, creation itself. there was something moving about the way albedo manifested flowers from chalk, used their lord’s gift to bring forth beauty into existence. in the beginning, xiao had believed this adoration to be something faith-based, a similar revere to the way they regarded rex lapis. in the end, they concluded it was something different, but left it at that – something to ponder in the back of their mind.

          the feeling would come back, time and time again, stronger every turn.

          albedo’s voice was like the soothing sound of crashing waves, constant. even if expression, smiles were rare, they could hear it in the lilt, the rise of his steady tone, soft and light like wind chimes. they had not been enthralled by the mere sound of someone’s voice in so long. at first they were cautious ; surely it wasn’t normal to crave someone’s voice for weeks, months since they saw one another last ? but as they listened to albedo speak about one thing or another, speaking about symbiotic relations and the gene pool regarding the regisvines, xiao realised they were becoming a little attached to the constant nature of him ; flitting in and out of the adeptus’ life, but always returning. always changing, but somehow staying the same. that came with it a kind of comfort he could express with his fellow adepti, who had seen the same horrors he once had, who no longer craved the mysteries of the world outside of liyue.

          albedo gripping into them, pulling the adeptus closer than they had been before almost toppled them over. they feared not falling, but the rapid climb of their heartbeat thrumming in their ears, one hand gripping into the rock face so hard it was starting to crumble beneath their crushing strength. gilded eyes were wide against the deep luminescence of albedo’s curious gaze, like noctilucous, except far more enchanting. the alchemist is perfect like this, an almost uncanny radiance than could not be put to word ; not by poetry, not by the most heartbreaking arias. xiao was so close he thought he could see flecks of gold in his skin, so close they might drown in a flurry of spun sunshine and the alluring draw of siren – like gaze.

          a few more seconds and the adrenaline from their near fall should have wavered. albedo’s calm presence, the soft tones of his voice had never failed to guide the adeptus into a state of near peace, and yet. in the moments it took for xiao to count his eyelashes, their own heartbeat was still elevated, still thumping embarrassingly, still making heat rise embarrassingly to their face.   “   i’m   …   ”   why – why is it so hard to think ?   “   i apologise …   ”   they repeated, unable to articulate anything else, especially with albedo’s hand stroking down his side, making xiao shiver unintentionally at the touch.   “   albedo, i   …   ”   a pause, thoughts truly foggy. at one point a pull to voice this desire had become apparent, but these feelings were foreign, and xiao was no wordsmith. instead, the adeptus shifted their face, tip of their nose brushing against albedo’s hairline softly in what could only be described as a nuzzle. brief, betraying who xiao was beneath the deadly protector for only a second. they were quiet for a moment, the familiar wind of jueyun karst weaving through clothes and hair a quiet reminder of their surroundings, and with that xiao’s hand let albedo go, coasting down his own arm to tug at his wrist. their chest ached but again, again they didn't dwell on it. maybe some things were just meant to be felt.

          “   …   we’re almost at the skyward abode.   ”

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐚   𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞   of   mortal   temptations   -   he   never   has   been   -   but   the   alchemist   had   been   made   in   humanity's   image   -   a   testament   to   khaenri'ah's   brilliance   and   the   malleable   nature   of   chalk.   want   wasn't   a   foreign   concept   to   albedo   -   but   want   of   something...   beyond   learning,   that   was   different,   that   was   new.   he'd   ruminated   on   it   for   a   long   while   when   it   came   to   xiao   -   literal   decades,   in   between   frequent   trips   to   liyue   and   the   adeptus'   tranquil   company.   albedo   had   combed   extensively   for   the   chemical   reactions   that   constituted   what   he   was   feeling   -   the   oxytocin   in   his   blood   stream,   the   high   that   came   with   xiao's   presence.   but   it   didn't   explain   everything.   couldn't   explain   everything   -   and   for   once,   albedo   had   resolved   himself   to   not   look   for   answers...   but   to   simply   enjoy   the   ride.   

ㅤㅤㅤxiao   is   impossibly   warm   against   him,   their   lithe   frame   belying   a   strength   and   lethality   to   rival   that   of   archons.   the   homunculus   drinks   deep   of   their   scent   -   the   bright   gilded   hues   of   those   eyes,   and   then   for   a   moment...   lets   his   own   gaze   drift   shut.   if   xiao   pulled   away   now   -   he   thinks   he   could   take   it,   thinks   he   could   stuff   these   strange   feelings   into   a   box   and   not   worry   about   them   until   next   decade.   but   xiao   doesn't   pull   away,   in   fact   -   he   feels   it   vividly,   the   drag   of   their   nose   along   his   hairline,   the   way   their   lips   are   only   centimeters   from   his   flesh,   the   thrum   of   their   body   against   his   own...   the   star   at   his   throat   heats,   a   miasma   of   golden   ichor   spilling   into   his   frame   as   albedo's   breath   hitches,   catching   deep   within   his   throat   and   he   tilts   his   head   -   unconsciously   chasing   more,   more,   more...   and   albedo,   he   does   not   bother   to   muffle   the   nearly   pained   noise   that   leaves   him   when   they   part.   it   slips   out   -   unintentional,   but   full   of   truth.   albedo   wanted.

ㅤㅤㅤyet   -   sea   foam   eyes   finally   drift   open,   perhaps   a   shade   or   two   darker,   made   all   the   more   vivid   by   the   flush   of   gold   that   bleeds   through   his   perfectly   pale   skin   in   the   liyuen   sunlight.   he   looks   at   xiao,   really   looks   at   them,   and   takes   only   the   longest   moment   to   lick   over   his   suddenly   dry   lips   -   the   caress   of   a   gloved   hand   following   the   yaksha's   own   fingers   -   and   then   clears   his   throat.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   i   will   -   i   will   pay   more   attention.   do   not   apologize.   ❞   there   is   a   lowering   of   his   head,   almost   demure   in   nature,   so   xiao   cannot   see   the   deep   breath   he   must   inhale   to   center   himself   once   again.   when   he   raises   his   gaze,   the   chief   alchemist   is   back   together   again,   save   for   the   steady   pulsating   thrum   of   the   golden   mark   at   his   neck   -   a   testament,   to   his   burgeoning   greed   for   the   being   before   him.   ❝   please.   lead   on.   ❞

[iztea]

the idea of perfection was just fundamentally cruel

[elsartzz]

My contribution to the Barbie meme

[alkhemian]

it had been a couple of decades since last they had run into one another, by now, the monotony of meeting new people paled in comparison to someone xiao knew but was always changing : someone who both stayed the same and dared to learn more. the curiosity of this world had not been lost on albedo in the same way xiao had become disenchanted ( part of them was envious, part of them was enthralled. ) albedo had been in the middle of explaining the complex symbiosis between two different sets of plants, the both of them scaling the sides of the tall mountains this side of jueyun karst. the rock here was unstable, even for the sturdiest of climbers. walking behind the alchemist xiao kept eyes on the curly wisps of his ashen ponytail before gilded eyes would fall to his boots, hand darting out for a slim waist just as the side of the perilous path gave way. xiao looked over albedo's shoulder in order to make sure the path was stable, lose rubble falling away, before becoming aware of how close they held him to their own lithe form. chest to chest, just more than a hairsbreadth between their faces. bright eyes widened, the adeptus stepping back as if having been burned, rose floretting over cheekbones as they looked away, flustered. " my apologies ... " they mumbled, unbefitting of a proud adeptus, now unable to shake the scent of parchment and cecilia flower. // @ninesense

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬   -   𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨   𝐢𝐬   not   so   adept   at   opening   up   with   others   -   far   more   reserved   and   reticent   than   he'd   care   to   admit.   indeed,   the   homunculus   remained   distant   from   the   citizens   of   his   homeland   for   the   most   part   -   a   polite   and   graceful   shell   of   calm   platitudes   and   easy   leadership.   it   was   not   the   same   with   xiao   though.   perhaps   it   was   simply   because   their   friendship   had   been   so   long   lasting,   the   conqueror   of   demons   taking   the   alchemist's   strangeness   in   stride   and   albedo   in   turn   caring   for   them   in   a   way   that   he   did   for   few   others.   hundreds   of   healing   vials   swapped   over   the   years,   fireside   stories,   little   trinkets,   and   even   banter:   things   with   xiao   were   easy,   and   albedo   was   not   a   talkative   soul   -   but   with   the   adeptus,   he   often   found   himself   filling   their   silence   at   random,   ever   so   animated   about   his   newest   finding.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   was   particularly   excited   about   the   relationship   between   the   pyro   and   cryo   regisvine   clippings   he'd   found   back   at   his   lab,   long   since   devolved   into   an   extremely   detailed   depiction   of   their   elemental   properties   and   at   a   molecular   level,   how   pairing   them   together   might   help   rebalance   their   aggravations.   albedo   is   animated   when   he   speaks   about   the   topic,   occasionally   glancing   over   his   shoulder   at   the   conqueror   of   demons,   nary   a   thought   being   paid   to   the   narrow   cliff   wall   and   the   dangers   of   the   perilous   drop   below.   no   -   he   simply   must   explain   to   xiao   how   the   cryo   regisvine   had   actually   started   craving   the   interaction   of   pyro   and-   

ㅤㅤㅤthe   alchemist   blinks,   luminous   eyes   wide   as   one   second   the   path   where   his   foot   was   is   there   -   and   the   next   it   is   gone.   yet   he   has   no   time   to   register   the   echoing   tumble   of   the   rocks   below   -   not   when   xiao   pulls   him   close,   strong   but   lithe   embrace   a   firm   grip   about   his   waist.   on   reflex,   albedo's   hands   raise   -   resting   lightly   at   the   other's   strong   shoulders,   gloves   curling   into   muscle   while   the   clash   of   teal   and   gold   fills   his   head.   the   artistic   part   of   albedo's   brain   once   more   registers   xiao   as   heartbreakingly   beautiful,   and   yet   the   other   part...   the   strangely   human   part,   is   waylaid   by   the   sudden   stuttering   in   his   chest,   the   glow   of   gold   from   his   throat   as   the   homunculus   swallows   thickly   and   simply   stares.   albedo   doesn't   need   previous   life   experience   to   tell   him   what   he   wants   to   do   next.   tilt   head,   lean   forward,   and   -   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   resolves   to   let   xiao   slip   away   -   stepping   back   from   their   embrace   with   his   usual   weightless   grace.   yet   albedo   does   not   actually   let   them,   a   hand   curling   into   their   tunic   to   yank   them   back   to   him,   chest   to   chest   once   more   and   somehow,   even   closer.   behind   them,   there   is   the   sound   of   tumbling   rocks,   but   albedo   pays   that   no   mind,   too   focused   on   the   way   their   noses   are   pressed   together,   the   centimeters   between   their   lips...   oh   how   strange   it   is   to   want   something   aside   from   knowledge,   aside   from   rhine's   approval.   albedo   finds   in   this   moment,   he   desperately   needs   that   kiss   but...   

ㅤㅤㅤit's   a   guise.   a   silly   one.   but   he   takes   it,   letting   his   eyes   drift   shut   a   moment   -   and   their   foreheads   drop   together.   albedo   exhales,   still   so   impossibly   close   to   those   soft   lips,   but   instead   just   drinking   in   xiao's   proximity   a   moment   longer.   certainly   -   the   yaksha   can   see   through   his   feint,   but   albedo   does   not   mind.   ❝   oh.   ❞   he   murmurs   so   softly,   eyes   remaining   closed   to   the   world   around   them,   and   voice   so   quiet   it   rings   like   chimes   between   them,   ❝   you   gave   me   a   fright,   xiao.   ❞   and   if   albedo's   hand   takes   it's   time   coasting   down   the   adeptus'   side,   he   chalks   it   up   to   'nerves'   from   a   near   fall.   

[dogtchu]

Missing bebe hours

[lt-archived]

          “   i do not know whether it is because you are somehow immune to the dregs of fallen gods that you do not show signs of decay   …   ”   an amass of rifthound marks scatter across the adeptus’ flesh, burning with the toxin so naturally found upon their steel – like claws. they glowed bright teal, smoking into the disintegrating ether like so many of their prone, lifeless bodies bleeding viscera into the dihua marshes.

          the adeptus paid little mind to the damage, the sting in the aftermath of battle. this they were used to, this they were reborn for.   “   …   but it is not safe to remain here, alchemist.   ”   the third warning in the last seven years, each remembered vividly   (   a curiosity in this never ending, repetitive trial.   )   each separate instances xiao thought would be the last, and yet, the scholar’s curiosity continued to confound them.

          jade staff speared into the ground, they moved to observe exactly what had the other’s attention.   “   what is it about these creatures that compels you, so ?   ”

@alkhemian.

[alkhemian]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐢𝐭'𝐬   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩   𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐡𝐞   regards   the   marsh   before   him,   the   ephemeral   blue   of   sky-colored   eyes   lit   with   the   aftermath   of   the   rifthound's   ashen   glow.   he   stares   down   at   them,   notepad   in   hand,   and   merely   writes   -   ink   pen   sprawling   across   parchment   with   such   perfect   penmanship,   one   might   think   the   alchemist   a   child   of   nobility   -   or   a   royal   in   the   flesh.   of   course   it   was   in   a   language   illegible   to   all   except   khaenri'ahn's,   so   he's   not   certain   if   the   adeptus   at   his   side   can   register   the   detailed   words   or   not   -   but   it   isn't   particularly   fascinating   stuff,   more   so   a   few   findings   on   the   way   their   blood   crystallized   so   similarly   to   his   own.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   i   will   be   fine.   ❞   he   mutters   absently,   as   if   xiao   only   occupies   half   his   thoughts.   in   truth   it   takes   the   homunculus   a   moment,   gaze   raising   to   regard   them   with   no   small   amount   of   interest.   those   bright   eyes   flick   everywhere   -   the   color   emulating   from   their   injuries,   the   narrowed   gold   of   their   eyes,   the   graceful   lines   of   their   body.   so   lovely.   well   worth   his   sketchbook.   

ㅤㅤㅤbut   albedo   does   not   answer   their   question   -   he   only   steps   forward,   slow   and   graceful,   the   gold   of   the   star   on   his   throat   trailing   a   bit   of   color   in   his   wake.   ❝   conqueror   of   demons,   ❞   comes   that   sonorous   voice   of   his,   soft   and   silken   and   serene,   while   a   hand   raises   towards   the   adeptus'   arm   -   but   he   does   not   touch,   well   aware   that   he   has   not   been   invited,   ❝   you   are   hurt.   ❞   a   deadpan   statement,   as   their   gazes   meet,   and   albedo   tilts   his   head   -   a   curious   dove   beneath   the   stare   of   an   injured   bird   of   prey,   ❝   let   me   help   you,   hm?   ❞   no   doubt   these   rifthounds   were   here   because   of   him   -   a   similar   attraction   to   gold's   work   that   none   of   her   creations   could   deny.   perhaps   he   felt   guilt,   in   a   roundabout   way,   or   perhaps   it   was   curiosity.   regardless   -   it's   albedo's   serene   beauty   that   regards   xiao,   a   gentle   request   for   a   flighty   bird   to   eat   directly   from   his   hand,   should   they   allow   it.   

[papayapo]

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤteyvat had many ravishing sights. from mondstadt’s dandelion hills to liyue’s night lights and inazuma’s pinkish trees, it was impossible to not be enchanted by what that world had to offer and contain one’s will to explore its every bit. so many mysteries to unfold and secrets to keep, fantastical myths that mixed with reality — there was a lot to do. to map out each imperfection, to record every sound, to photograph all verities. maybe that was due to his nature as a caeling born from the constellation of a wanderer, but he wanted to taste every new experience. as so, he had seen plenty during his travels and met possibly more living tales than stars in his lifetime — yet, no matter how he looked at it, this whole situation was… well, strange and inciting would probably be the best descriptors his mind could conjure at the moment. had the traveller not known how eccentric the semi-nude alchemist in front of him could be, he’d have misunderstood that whole scene as an invitation to something else. with a blink of golden eyes, however, he got rid of any other thoughts in his mind, put on his well-known half-stoic, half-loving smile and waved before coming in. best to not think much, aether decided. but oh, what a sight. dragonspine has certainly become a much more interesting place now; he should come more often.

ㅤㅤ“it’s no trouble, i rather like coming up here to visit you.” it was always surprising, after all. sometimes, it’d be scientific experimentations, artistic endeavours, exploration of ruins, or… whatever this was. there was a throaty sigh that escaped the outlander when he sat down on his companion’s makeshift bed, letting lithe fingers brush against him freely. or sort of. almost instinctively as a response, black gloves rested on albedo’s waist — inches below what would be deemed appropriate to mere friends, but still millimetres off from where a lover would touch. even so, by sheer audacity or starry playfulness, aether smiled at him almost too innocently, as if he had no idea about societal norms. he did. “do you need help getting rid of the rest of your clothes?”

ㅤㅤand for the first time during their exchange, star-born gaze fell as his head tilted slightly to the left. his core was burning a bit warmer now. those symbols on glabrous skin… how intriguingly familiar those were. he looked up, his other hand drawing a perfect line for the kreideprinz’s waistband. “may i?” i want to touch you, he wanted to say. instead, stainless honeyed voice suggested: “i don’t want you to get a cold.” they both knew that wasn’t possible for a homunculus. but can anyone really blame a traveller for wanting to see a stunning view after a weary journey?

[alkhemian]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝟒𝟎𝟎   𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,   the   kreideprinz   had   experienced   many   things   and   witnessed   many   wonders.   none   would   really   ever   hold   a   candle   to   khemia,   or   the   painted   pictures   of   khaenri'ah   that   his   master   had   once   shown   him,   but   the   being   before   him   was   the   exception   to   that   rule   as   well.   albedo   had   been   fascinated   with   the   honorary   knight   from   the   get   go   -   a   sort   of   blatant   curiosity   that   had   come   with   all   of   aether's   deeds   and   his   strength.   it   was   really   no   surprise   that   he'd   naturally   gravitated   towards   him,   when   he   was   willing   to   play   along   with   his   eccentricities   -   willing   to   linger   in   the   cold   of   his   camp   and   provide   him   with...   companionship.   friendship,   and   something   twice   as   interesting   that   really   got   albedo   intrigued   every   time   the   traveler   was   near.   

ㅤㅤㅤa   sonorous   hum   leaves   him   as   gloved   digits   traverse   pale,   perfect   skin.   the   star   at   his   navel   seems   to   flicker   alongside   the   one   upon   his   throat,   but   the   homunculus   just   tilts   his   head,   seemingly   unaffected   as   a   hand   raises   to   brace   upon   aether's   shoulder.   balancing   carefully,   he   strips   slowly   out   of   his   boots,   tossing   them   aside   on   the   wooden   platform   before   straightening   again.   his   other   hand   follows   the   first,   and   now   he   rests   with   both   arms   about   aether's   shoulders,   standing   comfortably   between   his   legs   and   peering   at   him   still   with   that   intelligent   gaze.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   likes   the   way   the   traveler   is   touching   him   -   likes   the   feel   of   his   hands   upon   his   hips   -   and   despite   his   inexperience,   albedo   knows   it.   perhaps   he'd   always   been   entirely   too   attracted   to   aether   -   but   that   was   a   philosophical   question   to   ponder   for   another   time.   he   was   a   bit   busy   -   staring   through   those   hooded   lashes   and   letting   bare   hands   tangle   in   the   soft   baby   hairs   at   the   his   companion's   nape.   clad   now   in   only   his   tights   and   shorts,   albedo   knows,   in   the   back   of   his   mind,   that   based   on   societal   norms,   this   was   likely   going   somewhere   interesting.   ❝   i   would   appreciate   the   help.   ❞   he   murmurs   softly,   that   velvety   tone   like   the   warm   caress   of   sheets   across   naked   skin.   the   way   he   speaks   and   stares   at   aether   is   downright   sinful   -   even   when   the   homunculus   leans   backwards   a   bit,   glancing   down   the   bare   plans   of   his   chest   to   the   buckle   of   his   shorts.   gaze   flicking   upwards   once   more,   tongue   darts   across   pink   lips,   and   he   speaks   in   that   same   -   wandering   tone:   ❝   well,   go   on   then.   ❞   what   are   you   waiting   for?   touch   me.

[alkhemian]

congratulations albe/do, rip na/via axe.

[alkhemian]

congratulations benne/tt... rip na/via axe again.

[alkhemian]

happy new year everyone! hope your 2024 is full of only good vibes and you achieve your resolutions! ♥