– 𝑑𝖎𝕧iɴ𝑖𝖙𝐲

* wielders of vision :     ever reaching towards 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘.       [  ft.  muses from 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 ]    –    private;    by róisín.

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   THE CRANE WIVES,   FOXLORE (2016).

happy is the man who wants for nothing.

do you ever feel nothing at all?

i talk in my sleep.

i’ve been wishing that you’d prove me wrong.

restore my faith in you.

sure, you can forget about all the things you’ve done, but what about the rest of us?

you were never the one to suffer.

the dust never settles when you’re around.

no one gave up a rib for me and mine.

oh, my ugly organs, how lucky we are.

the dark doesn’t frighten me. i chose to close my eyes.

it’s time to learn to be more forgiving of yourself.

you can’t be always trying to dig up what you’ve already buried.

when have you ever known the world to be a fair place?

there’s a fire in my brain and i’m burning up.

every word i say is kindling, but the smoke clears when you’re around.

won’t you stay with me, my darling, when this house don’t feel like home?

the devil’s after both of us.

make a mercy out of me.

won’t you stay with me, my darling, when the war starts in my heart?

tell me i am good enough.

turn out the lights on your racing mind.

what good has ever come of it? what answers will you find?

i cut straight to the heart.

i don’t believe the pretty little things that you say.

don’t buy me flowers. it pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away.

there are lessons in life no one should have to learn.

i am not brave.

just because i know what i am supposed to do now, doesn’t mean i know how.

you kissed my mouth. you pushed me out.

i won’t be afraid of all the things i’ve wanted.

hold your light to the darkness in my head.

put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat.

my darling, the devil knows my name.

[allogenes]

my agenda to effectively combine the lores of genshin, berserk and inuyasha all into one

[allogenes]

     𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 ,          “    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗   ”      ––      a half-human,   half-divine capable of communicating with realms beyond the sense-perceptible world,     into the unknowable.             BY    ROISIN.

[allogenes-arc]

finishing up venti’s story quest has me thinking about the concept that seems to be canon now that you can literally, in this world, keep a spirit alive by your memory.  keeping them in your thoughts,  when their spirit hasn’t yet departed,  maintains them  ––  in mondstadt,  in this quest,  it is said locals believe that if you die in a windless space,  your soul cannot make it to the afterlife.  it’s believed you’re stuck in a permanent limbo,  searching.  but it would also seem that if your spirit is stuck like that  …   if someone actively remembers you,  keeps your memory vibrant and alive,  then your soul is held near to them,  at least until another day can come which gives you the chance to pass over.  i imagine there are various versions of  “windless deaths”  and what causes limbo after death within each nation,  so i’m curious the liyue equivalent …   because if it’s should you die on the sea,  without land,  or rock,  then it makes the fact beidou risks so much on her adventures all the more weighty,  and the concern ningguang holds over her all the more understandable.

[allogenes]

weaving this into delphine’s story, actually, and considering iqra a constant presence in moments of solitude and loneliness. delphine does well to ignore her during the day but she can’t shake the memory, so she’s followed by her everywhere, and sometimes, at lower moments, or more vulnerable ones, she’ll talk to her, and sort of encourage the haunting, essentially. no one hears the bickering late at night in delphine’s apartment, or if they do it’s considered silly ramblings of a professor oft to philosophize aloud to herself.

[allogenes-arc]

*  𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘,       PROFESSEURE   DELPHINE    BRODEUR.

[allogenes-arc]

modern  exposure   +   jean,  lisa,  beidou  &  ningguang.

[timotaychalamet]

Ammonite (2020) dir. Francis Lee

[allogenes-arc]

der löwenzahn     –––     𝚒,   𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐.     may the wind guide me.

[allogenes-arc]

ningguang on the deities is interesting and i’m keeping note  ––   that there were hundreds at war 2000 years ago,  and       “in the end,  only seven victors remained standing in teyvat.     they built cities on the corpses of the vanquished,  and thus began the era of the seven.”   she describes those fallen as  “gods that failed to seize the title of archon”.

and so with the seven reigning,  there still have been shifts in the dynamics of power  ––   “not only is it true that gods may die,  but so too has the membership of the seven changed over the last two millenia.”   this has been mentioned before in the narrative,  i think,  but i find this description the most straightforward.  she goes on to explain that despite rex lapis’ [redacted],  a geo archon will arise sooner or later.

[allogenes-arc]

and now for the lisa edition of teyvat fashion

[allogenes-arc]

lisa is a fan of petnames and devises one for everyone she feels even slightly affectionate towards.   generally,  the typical   ––   sweetheart,  honey,  darling,  schnucki,  liebling,   süsse,  schätzchen,  etc.  more specifically,   but just to name a few  ( and these are vague,  for some people they stay the same but sometimes she’ll shift between them )  ––   amber is  häschen  (bunny!),   aether as the traveller is probably bärchen  (little bear!),   jean,  in intimate moments,  mi alma  (my soul),  kaeya sometimes garners the title süße (sweet!),  typically when the pair are drinking or she’s being playfully sarcastic,  and lumine is mausebär  (mouse bear!).

[allogenes-arc]

regarding language,  it seems there exists some evidence that various real world languages exist within the genshin universe. there’s a mention in german for vennessa’s title in one of the comics  ( perhaps more examples,  but that’s the one that most prominently comes to mind )  ––  i think each nation likely possess one or more regional languages.  i realize that would make it harder to buy that there’s such an ease in the traveler communicating between nations but i feel like it could be explained by the idea that it’s not TOTALLY out of the question that they’d possess some sort of ability given their implied world-hopping to understand languages universally. so anyway,  all to say,  i think each nation has its own language (and possibly even more within themselves depending on the history,  etc.). i think within mondstadt the languages likely spoken are akin to German, potentially English, and i like to believe some spanish in places due to its loose Spain-related ties, but maybe that one’s a stretch so i’m not sure 🤔 anyway, i find the culture of teyvat so cool im so into it.

[allogenes-arc]

scenes.         –––––         𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖓   &   𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆.     first  kiss,   hungry thing.

                  ❝  you  will  work  yourself  to  death,   darling.    ❞      lisa’s voice is so kind in its loving cadence,  smoothly stretching across the distance between herself and jean,  who works alone in the dark,  perhaps forgetting to light the candles as night laid a blanket over the skyline of mondstadt.

                  with a groggy gaze,  jean peers up,  witnessing first just the silhouette of someone standing by the door       ––         but the voice,  she knows lisa’s voice by heart.  𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.   whatever rests within the most inner part of her,  she knows it.           ❝  no,  no   –––   i was just finishing up.    ❞

                  this only receives a knowing glance in return,  as lisa crosses her arms and lowers her stare,  taking graceful steps towards the desk jean leans against now.  as she approaches,   jean straightens her posture,  adjusting the papers before her,  as if to prove that she wasn’t lying.

                   ❝  you’ve been here a while.  it’s meant to be your day off.  ❞   lisa doesn’t wait for jean’s reaction,  being able to perceive the gist of it long before it’s uttered on account of her sheepish look,  the gesture she performs as she brings her palms to her eyes and rubs against them,  smoothing out an ache that had been gnawing at her head for the last few hours.  exhaustion.  you can feel it after a while   ––   or tension,  maybe.  it could have been either,  but to the same point :    she shouldn’t still be here.  she ought to be in bed.     ❝  my darling masochist.   i came in here earlier to check on you,   right after it had gotten dark out.  and i heard snoring.  ❞  the last word rings melodically,  as lisa begins walking towards jean’s desk.

                    at this,      jean’s brows furrowed,      peering now up towards lisa disbelievingly.  ❝  i’m sure i didn’t ––  ❞    she’s cut off by a look she knows all - too - well from her dearest companion,  one which begs her to know when she’s beat.   ❝  it’s  only,   if i don’t …    it gets away from me.  ❞

                    ❝  will you do it if i ask it of you?  take a little break.  only a sanctioned one. ❞    a prodding smile.    ❝  tomorrow,  to replace today.  ❞

                    with a steep inhale,  jeans shakes her head,  only barely considering it.  ❝  i don’t have anything to do.  i hardly need a whole day.  ❞  lisa now stands just beside her,  hand pressed against the back of her chair.  with a sympathetic gaze,  the librarian’s smile softens,  the curves settling into,  while still a smile,  something more serious  ––  a little heavier.  with graceful movement,  she leans down,  perching now on the arm of jean’s chair.

                    ❝  if you have no one to spend it with,   you could always ask me.  i’ve a gift for relaxation.  ❞

                    ❝  now,  no,  it’s  ––  well,  it isn’t a matter of no one to spend it with  ––  it’s just,  a day off,  i have n ––  ❞

                     ❝  you’re twisting my arm!  you’re nearly breaking it!  i’ll do it,  i’ll spend it with you.  get up,  love,   let’s get you to sleep,  then.  ❞   speech is quick as lisa makes haste to grab the papers in front of jean and hurry them into the drawer nearest to her.

                     ❝  lisa  –––  ❞   she begins to fight the action,  but gives up as soon as she comes to recognize how truly tired she is,  instead leaning back in the chair and letting her head fall back,  eyes closing.  ❝  just let me sleep here,  then.  i couldn’t make it to bed.  ❞   she takes a deep breath,  one which they can both assume is the deepest one she’s had all day.

                     ❝  i’m afraid it would be irresponsible for an off - duty knight to sleep in their office.  even worse,   our acting grand master.  ❞  she sets her hand on jean’s shoulder to rouse her.  in response to the touch,  jean rolls her head,  letting it fall to her shoulder,  her cheek brushing against lisa’s fingers.  the pair sit in that pose,  for a moment,  a long moment,  a couple hours’ moment  (  though only less than a minute passes ),  before realizing it.

                       parallels can be drawn,  easily,  between the nature of the two women’s chests as they sat there,  in that less - than - a - minute  –––  within them,  a thing fluttered,  a silly thing with wide wings,  flying between their ribs and knocking against the walls of their bodies clumsily.  it must have been the same creature,  born of the same thing,  born of the same feeling they now shared.  something intimate and unknown.  something silly,  silly,  silly,  absolutely silly.  it took them both every ounce of energy they held within them to tear them from that somehow comfortable silliness,  and look towards each other.

                       ❝  jean.  ❞   her tone is so distinct,  so stone - solid,  and it sounds like she might continue,  but the word instead hangs in the air between them.  a heavy name.  so weighty lisa still feels its aftertaste against her tongue.

                      ❝  i’m very  ––   tired.  ❞   jean speaks with the gaze of a stumbling soldier,  gaining their footing after taking an arrow to their heart.  lisa nods along with her words,  searching that very stare with something similar in her own :   but,  instead,  the soldier’s companion,  the one searching through the bloody rumble,  the terrifying carnage,  for their dearest friend.  their dearest friend.

                     ❝  i know you are.  ❞  it seems like a stupid reply,  it seems simple and ugly,  but it’s all she can say.

                     to understand the moment,  to understand the pair and their voiceless voices,  it’s so crucial to be aware,  that for the last few years,  with lisa as the librarian and jean finding herself so often in the library with eager questions on the tip of her tongue,  they had made every effort,  at every moment,  not to touch.  it was an unspoken agreement.  hand against clothes was fine  ––  rare,  but allowed.  but never hand against hand.  never hand against cheek.  this had marked the first time in their friendship that they had broken that rule.

                      with a pathetic,  humbled gaze,  jean keeps her eyes on lisa.   with a soft,  tender voice,   jean speaks.  ❝  i’m so …  i am so horribly lonely.  ❞   WILL YOU TELL ME,   IN  YOUR  BEAUTIFUL  VOICE,  WILL YOU TELL ME :   THAT I AM NOT SLIPPING?    i want to hear it in your voice.  i want to hear it in your voice,  only yours.   only yours.   

                      as the rule had already been broken,  there seemed little hesitation,  on lisa’s part at least,  to continue her disobedience,  pressing a gentle thumb beneath jean’s eyes.  tears had begun to collect,  just a few,  and some very clearly merely from exhaustion.  jean’s breath shallows,  lisa leaning in without quite noticing her own movement,  under the guise of seeing the tears better.  in this distance,  this close proximity,  where they feel,  both,  their breaths against each other,  just inches from each other   ––    just inches,  just inches,  and now closer,  so only an inch,  only,  only,  and then they close the distance.  lisa presses her lips to jean’s cheek,  right below her eye,  then moves down to her mouth,  where jean meets her.

                     it’s a hungry kiss,  as they take eager bites of each other  ––  a cataclysmic event,  in their small corner of the world,   in the company of no one and nothing but old books.  just the books.   just them.

[allogenes-arc]

𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆.    ––––     regarding  parents  &  upbringing.

lisa’s parents were named   ansurius minci  &   shiratori kasumi.  her mother,   kasumi,  was a scholar from inazuma who visited various nations often,  routinely referred to by her family as an unstoppable force.  it seemed she was everywhere at once,  based on the nature and frequency of her letters home. 

one such letter included the eventful meeting of hers with another traveling scholar during her time guest-lecturing at sumeru arcademia.  a recent graduate had chosen to sit in on the class,  and ended up taking kasumi’s time up for hours afterwards,  asking her everything he could think of.  the two hit it off so well that it wasn’t long before they both decided to venture to kasumi’s next location together,  and the rest would be history.

ansurius and kasumi would eventually have a child together,  though notably outside of marriage  ––  it never occurred to them that the institution was necessary,  as both considered tradition more interesting as a generalized study than as a practice.  funnily enough,  though they both thought many times the foundation their relationship held would eventually crumble,  they remained with each other for the rest of their lives,  and both raised lisa in a small home within mondstadt.

one aspect of tradition they did care for,  however,  was interactions with the gods.  it may have been mostly out of curiosity,  but their steadfast dedication to the religions not only within mondstadt and inazuma,  but throughout the world,  held a great impact on their daughter.  they would often spend weeks away,  leaving lisa with various aunts or uncles of hers,  within mondstadt,  chiefly,  but sometimes in inazuma during the summer,  when they would take longer leaves. this was,  of course,  at a time it was less tense between inazuma and the other nations,  and therefore travel between there and mondstadt was much more freely accessible.

it was on one of their shorter trips,  however,  that tragedy struck the family,  and both were killed after the collapse of a ruin they had been studying.

lisa,  sixteen at the time,  had trouble accepting her parents’ deaths,  so suddenly and out of nowhere.  at the time,  she lived with one of her father’s sisters in mondstadt,  and perhaps out of ease,  and the families wishing her to keep some form of stability,  she remained there indefinitely.  it was then that she thrust herself into religion  ––   in an extremely vague sense,  really.  she absorbed every line of text regarding the archons,  every ounce of information held regarding the afterlife,  as well.  finding some inkling of understanding plagued her,  constantly. 

with her parents’ death,  she inherited their small apartment in the city,  but spent most of her youth outside of it.  in fact,  it wasn’t until she returned from her time at the arcademia in sumeru that she fully inhabited the home once again. 

[allogenes]

[   original   tags   ]      #the whole of her childhood holds religious trauma (vaguely) that her parents#never told her was just due to their own academic interest in it LMAO#them from the afterlife: Wait You Thought We Were Devoted Sincerely? Lisa....#i might adjust the name i gave lisa in the name meta like her middle name bc#i would like her inazuma heritage to be partly recognizable#bc i think as it stands it almost seems like they took that into no consideration#i think her taking her father's name was largely bc they were based in#mondstadt and it seemed easiest maybe?#or maybe it is another funny tradition they ended up utilizing#despite not caring much for it..#anw . hehe

[timotaychalamet]

Ashes of Time (1994) dir.Wong Kar Wai

[allogenes-arc]

𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆.    ––––     regarding  etymology.

looking into the history of lisa’s name,  specifically her last name “minci”,  we can find some information which i think alludes a little to her character.  from surname database :

❝   Recorded in over two hundred and fifty spellings and found throughout the western world, this famous surname is of regarded as being of medieval Spanish origin. It derives from the Roman (Latin) “Dominicus”, meaning “belonging to the lord god”, from “dominus”, lord or master.   ❞ 

obviously,  this is just a name,  but as someone relentlessly obsessed with reading into things,  let’s make some assumptions.  number one,  and i suppose the least assumptive,  lisa likely holds the teyvat equivalent of spanish origins.  i think mihoyo has essentially grouped all of europe into mondstadt,  so this doesn’t really imply any difference in terms of her being born and raised in mondstasdt in at least my canon and the canon i understand  ––  it moreso comes into play in non - fantasy verses.

in another meta,  one of these days,  i’ll venture in on an analysis of the religious atmosphere of mondstadt,  but for now all i need to express is that mondstadt prizes two things,  the knights,  and their cathedral.  this leads us to believe that religion plays a major role in the every day lives of those residing within mondstadt,  at least,  or most especially,   for the city residents.  and also understanding that mondstadt is culturally based on what would seem like germanic / generalized european influences,  i think it’s safe to assume their steadfast dedication is at least vaguely thematically tied to catholicism.  again,  this is all for another meta  ––  i just saw a good opportunity to begin mentioning it.

moving onto personalized assumptions about lisa,  based on her religiously themed name  ( names, actually!  which i’ll get to  ––  i’ve made her middle name sence,  and then lisa means many things,  like “oath to god” / “devoted to god” / “my god is bountiful” ),  i like to assume her upbringing held a definite devotional aspect.  with her studying at sumeru arcademia,  lisa was exposed more distinctly to further ideologies / dieties / etc.  it’s common knowledge about the basics of all the archons,  and i imagine she held a decent understanding of adepti and the equivalents within various nations,  but her academic career and her personal thirst for information definitely saw that knowledge growing exponentially in her young adulthood.  

ultimately,  as much information as she was able to consume,  the nature of the gods,  and the nature of visions  ( as a reminder,  the elemental gifts granted by the gods to mortals ),  was elusive.  absolutely elusive.  it proved to be the most crucial question,  for her,  the most out - of - reach mystery.  how fitting,  then,  that she might hold such a damning name,  that celestially she be fated as a scholar of god,  as devoting,  even if unintentionally,  her life to an oath :     UNDERSTAND. 

❝  For whatever reasons, the gods gave humans the key to changing everything, but they did not explain the cost involved. Lisa grew fearful of the truth. The Vision that hung from her neck became to her a bottomless pit filled with sweet delights, lingering at the back of her mind.  ❞

all in all,  understanding lisa’s names gives us insight into the irony of her plight.  to be born,  nearly,  with an inherent closeness to the gods by the nature of her parent’s naming her,  and yet to be tortured,  ceaselessly,  by the fact that she could never understand the extent of Celestia. 

*               LISA SENCE MINCI.      –––      lisa,   meaning oath to god,  devoted to god,  my god is bountiful.    sence,   meaning holy.    minci,  meaning belonging to the lord god.

[allogenes-arc]

again this will be confirmed once i finish the quest tn but i think ningguang has a very difficult relationship with parenthood and responsibility,  i have thoughts on her upbringing and everything that brought her to this point.  all in all i do think it’s something she’s hesitant to bring up,  because i think it lingers with her in a sort of gnawing way … i think she harbors a lot of secret fears regarding her own kindness,  and you see it when she speaks to children at the harbor.  her big sisterly personality is very much due to her own experience as a child,  nearly single-handedly keeping her family afloat,  and often feeling left out because of it.  feeling the brunt of that burden,  and not being able to speak on it.  feeling like her own feelings,  her own stress,  was in turn a burden to her family.  so as a young girl,  despite the weight on her shoulders,  she told no one.  she kept it to herself.  

[allogenes]

[    original    tags    ]      #i'll write this more coherently later#essentially like ... having the mother her mother#from a young age. but more than this also having to hide the fact she was doing#that because she felt like if she brought attention to it#it would make things all#the harder for her mother and family as a whole