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Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse for Genshin Impact Written by Light, She/Her, 30+, MST This is a sideblog and will follow back from @cybrvce
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โ๏ฝกโงหส๐ษหโง๏ฝกโ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐ฆ๐. ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ. (VERY USFT!!!!) ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ - send โreverseโ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiverโs lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiverโs wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like itโs not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiverโs stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiverโs thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiverโs hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiverโs hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiverโs throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiverโs bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "donโt stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiverโs mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiverโs neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until theyโre both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiverโs thighs while whispering, โyouโve been wanting this, havenโt you?โ
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiverโs mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangledโsender and receiver didnโt hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like theyโre trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldnโt
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in chargeโฆ until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiverโs body.
[ breathless ] sender doesnโt let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesnโt sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiverโs skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they donโt make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time theyโre going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐
โ i want to hear every sound you make. donโt hold back. โ
โ get on your kneesโnow. โ
โ youโre not leaving this bed until i say so. โ
โ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. โ
โ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? โ
โ keep quiet, or theyโll hear. โ
โ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? โ
โ youโre shakingโalready? weโve barely started. โ
โ i havenโt even touched you yet, and you're already begging. โ
โ be good for me and spread your legs. โ
โ donโt you dare finish until i tell you to. โ
โ youโre going to be the death of me, but iโll die happy. โ
โ say it. say you need me. say it louder. โ
โ i could do this all night. want to test me? โ
โ if you want more, use your words. โ
โ you look so pretty when you beg. โ
โ youโre not shy now, are you? โ
โ take it. like that. good. โ
โ tell me where you want my mouth. โ
โ donโt bite your lipโmoan. i want to hear it. โ
various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.3
a little assortment of quotes and sayings i've found doom scrolling through pinterest that i think an adventuring party would say during their never ending perilous adventures . please do not copy/repost or add to this list, thank you!
Affectionate โ how terrible it is to love something that death can touch ย โ โ i never craved attention until i tasted yours ย โ โ i donโt want to have the worldโs attention. Yours is enough. ย โ โ you cant just touch my soul and leave ย โ โ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet I trust them completely ย โ
Questions โ you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? ย โ โ why am I so fascinated by you? ย โ โ you risked so much for me. why would you do such a thing? ย โ โ itโs time you start talking! what did you do?! ย โ โ do you really think they were a tender flower you could trample upon? ย โ
Banter โ i just like to argue with you cause itโs funny. ย โ โ unfortunately for everyone, i will keep doing whatever i want. ย โ โ i think god is gonna have to kill me twice. ย โ โ the next time i open up to someone is my autopsy ย โ โ you walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic, you know that? ย โ
Tragedy โ i thought weโd have more time ย โ โ if i disappear, will you look for me? ย โ โ let us live, since we must die ย โ โ i cant live in a world where you dont exist ย โ โ i talk to the gods, but the sky is empty. ย โ
Fierce โ do not forget what i am. ย โ โ this destruction will be your rebirth. ย โ โ you are filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage ย โ โ when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives ย โ โ you have no power over me. ย โ
Antagonistic โ leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you. ย โ โ and you call me a monster ย โ โ being against evil doesnโt make you good. ย โ โ so, tell me little one, do you want to punish those that have wronged you? ย โ โ iโm the friendliest evil person you will ever meet.ย โ
BONUS
FROM THE HERO TO THE VILLAIN โ running doesnโt matter. Iโll hunt you down if i have to ย โ โ no one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace ย โ โ our bones are stained with sin, scorched from fire, broken by betrayal, soaked with blood, and yet we still keep fighting! ย โ โ you want to kill me? fine. get in line.ย ย โ
FROM THE VILLAIN TO THE HERO โ iโve met scarecrows with more spine than you ย โ โ can you hear the screams of the people? can you hear them serenading me as i ascend? their pain is my pleasure in the heavens. they worship me with their grief. and now so will you. ย โ โ if bravery had a face, it certainly wouldnโt look like yours ย โ โ my power knows no bounds, and your efforts to defy me are like whispers lost in a hurricane ย โ โ oh, look at you, attempting greatness! pity itโs just an attempt. ย โ
Well, I updated my pinned post and relinked my carrd, but ummmmm I need to finish writing bios for my muses, update my roster, catch up on the msq...
Lots to do, but the game is reinstalling and should be ready for me to spend the weekend playing it!
I'm finally catching up on the Natlan AQ, and I don't have many thoughts, but here's what I have so far
Kachina is the best Natlan character and I am taking no critique
Kachina and Mualani's friendship is so important, I love them
Part of this is seeing the new voicelines from the other archons about Mavuika, but man I wish she wasn't as (as my friend Jay put it) squeaky clean and sanitized as she is. Powerful women are amazing, but let her have flaws. Let her do wrong. (I'm only on act III right now so no spoilers please.) It isn't even me as a Neuvillette lover that has me feeling icked by his voiceline about her. I'll write more as I go through the rest of the AQ.
Something about riding a giant plushie (Citlali), a massive pistol (Chasca), having roller skates (Xilonen), and having a pixel dragon (Kinich) makes me feel like ZZZ is bleeding into Genshin. The characters themselves are fine, and I love Chasca and Citlali a lot, but why so ridiculout?
Also, can we get character trailers that aren't just music videos going forward? Let's learn more about their lore and history and such, those trailers were so cool.
A little sorry about the negativity, but there's a bit about Natlan I don't love. There is still a lot I do, though.
Lumine / Aether being helped by the cast rather than doing things for the cast is so refreshing. They have people by their side, and that's so important. I can see why Traveler writers are loving this arc for them.
Neuvillette voiceline leak
No. Nope. Hard pass. Nah.
@astrxlfinale cont. from here
"Lighter," she repeats with a nod and a smile. "I'm Nilou. I admit, your look is what drew my attention. I've never seen anything quite like it before." He mentions the spikes, and that was certainly part of it! But she hasn't seen anyone wear quite so much leather as he does, outside of the occasional drawing from Natlan of their archon, but she doesn't know that everyone there dresses that way. No one from Natlan ventures outside of its boundaries, and Nilou hasn't been able to go there herself just yet, so she may be wrong and just doesn't know it yet. It'll be exciting to find out one day.
He shifts the conversation towards her dance, and she can't help but smile and blush gently at his compliments. It isn't the first time she's received such statements, but they still never fail to bring out her shy side, especially when spoken with such sincerity, and in such an easy manner, as if simply stating a fact or an observation instead of trying to flatter her.
"I find that I can dance my feelings far better than I can speak them. And, if people feel connected to my dancing, even their own interpretation, then I think I was successful in speaking something important. Whereas you felt like it was bonding with the day, others might feel like it was flowers on the wind. Art is so lovely in that every interpretation is beautiful and valid, even if the message received wasn't its intended purpose."
Nilou's blush deepens as she realizes she was rambling, stopping herself with a giggle and a shake of her head. "I'm so sorry, once I get started, sometimes it's hard to stop. But I'm so grateful you were able to be here today so I could have the opportunity to meet you! You're very kind, Lighter."
Father
( ๐ง ) ย ย HER GAZE LINGERS at her hands , the guilt swirling within her feeling almost worse than it ever had when she had made her promise with Focalors in the beginning and as time progressed. did being human mean she would feel these emotions even worse ? she had hoped that she'd be free from her shackles and the emotions she harboured within in silence . . in reality only one of those things came to fruition.
ย ย ย โ ย I -- .. I SUPPOSE.ย ย ย โ ย
HER TOUCH PAUSES as yana pulls back , worried that she was going to stand up to leave only to watch as the archon did nothing of the sort. the realization that she'd been genuinely worried of being alone in the moment was too much to bare at the moment , tears not ceasing as her blubbering continued. a soft laugh escaped the newly made mortal at the hope placed into the future as she did her utmost to clear herself of the tears that had fallen. archons she felt so embarrassed.
ย ย โ ย ย TRUTHFULLY I'VE LITTLE conclusion into where to begin . . but of course , always. i would love nothing else --- perhaps . . no no , you're a busy woman with duties that I no longer have.
IT WOULD BE false of me to ask much more than that.ย ย โ ย her heterochromatic blue's flick off to the side ; she didn't want to ask for too much when yana already was giving her grace on a night or two already.
GREEDINESS WAS NOT something furina de fontaine wished to advance within this new act of her life. plus , it wasn't like she was owed anything.
Yana softens her gaze as she reaches up one hand to help brush the tears from Furina's cheeks, outwardly uncaring that her fingers are getting wet. Life for her must be so different now, so much more fragile, more precious. Yana herself still holds wonder at when the shard of divinity gifted to her by the former cryo archon might fade and her own life be once again plunged into mortality. Hopefully not before she has finished waging her war, but she is keeping her plans on a tight leash just in case.
"Oh, come now, Furina, you can't leave me wondering like this. Ask me, and then I will tell you if I am too busy for such a request, hm?" Her hand now slips back into Furina's hair, tucking it away from her face so Yana can press her lips against the former archon's temple, an intimate gesture saved for these kinds of moments between them.
Her lips linger for a long moment, eyes closing as she does so. "I am here for you, Furina, please don't keep secrets from me. Even if you think I am too busy or that you might be embarrassed, please talk to me." Finally she pulls back to look her in the eyes again, her hand resuming its stroking through her hair. "I want to know your every wish and thought."
@fatesweave | cont. from here !
( ๐ง ) ย THE FORMER CRYO sovereign is a little demanding as he further noses into neuvillette's hair -- he wants his attention and he wants it as soon as possible. in a lot of ways today was a day he felt a little . . jealous. perhaps a bit possessive over possibly having to share etienne's time with others , as much as the dragon adored his beloved's melusine's like what the humans would call step - children.
BY THE TIME he realizes he's actually leaving his scent on his bondmate more than he is actually nuzzling him he snorts softly , ears perking upward however as his beloved agrees that he can actually spend time on his ( chosen ) birthday -- a quick glance forth to the paperwork told nikita'ain that he . . wasn't done. not that it mattered ; etienne was now his for the rest of the day. ย
ย ย โ ย GOOD . . WHERE SHALL we go to have this ~ ? could go for a bit of a swim so that we could surface in the alcove ? none would find or bother us down there.ย ย ย โ ย unless urgent enough , which then one of the melusine's would seek them both out.
It is a sign of affection, the way Nikita'ain presses against Etienne's hair, as much as it's possessive. Their reignited bond is still fresh enough that he imagines the two will go hand in hand for a time, if not forever, and it is not something that Etienne is put off of. If anything, he finds comfort in it, in knowing that he is wanted and craved and desired. Perhaps that is one of the more basic human emotions that he has cone to discover with Nikita'ain's reintroduction into his life.
Etienne turns in his chair to ponder for a moment, trying to think of someplace new they could go to be alone - but his thoughts are interrupted by his bondmate's suggestion. With a smile, he reaches up to brush his thumb and the side of his forefinger along the other's chin. "A wonderful idea. Shall we go now?"
Without waiting, he stands, careful not to bump into Nikita'ain as he does so. He puts his jacket on and fixes himself up proper - a habit more than anything - and smiles. "Come, we can tell the others on our way out that I'll be out for the rest of the day." He knows they won't mind, given that they had been surprised to see him that morning, as if he hadn't worked at least part of all of his birthdays, only being pulled away by Furina or Sigewinne once they managed to disengage him from his work.
there is a moment between them then, however brief, when neuvillette visibly softens, relaxes. and though he makes a point not to stare, the subtle change doesn't miss wriothesley's noticeโ the small smile that briefly creeps into the man's lips.
it fades as quickly as it had arrived, however, his attention shifting back to something far-more serious. and in response, wriothesley pointedly nods with certainty at the man's suggestion. " mhmm. " he agrees before giving neuvillette the time and space to continue however as he will.
wriothesleyโ he hears his name sounding almost a plea or a prayer perhaps. and his eyes narrow, weighed by his concern. even so, he does not press, does not rush the man. he simply waits, watching as the man's head lowers... until the reason for neuvillette's hesitation finally hits him.
" furina? " he repeats the name like a question, though it clearly warrants no response. his eyes are wide with surprise for a moment before narrowing again in a mixture of confusion and his earlier concern. he wants to reach out, touch the man as a way to make sure that he knows he's there. but instead, he draws a breath and then leans forward, closing some of that now-widening distance between them.
" i... won't pretend that i understand how everything worksโ gods and prophecies and all that. but... i do understand this. " the hurt, i meanโ and he really does though he does not explicitly say it.
it goes without saying: her being mortal meant that one of the few consistencies in his life would nowโ sooner rather than laterโ fade away, forever. he would be left behind again. but, if he understood anything, wriothesley understood death. strangely though, he had never had a reason to fear it, isolated as he is.
" our lives must seem so short to someone like you, there and then gone in a moment. " he muses, his voice soft. he continues quietly. " it would be too much, thinking about it all the time. so, i don't. " and neither should you; it's non-productive. just try to live in the moment.
" for what it's worth, though... i am sorry. "
Although he doesn't say it aloud, the truth is that he doesn't need Wriothesley to understand what happened - though he can tell him later, when the pain isn't so raw, so fresh - but to simply be here while he speaks. Perhaps that is selfish of him and he should be more aware of the impact such words may have on Wriothesley.
And yet, it seems he doesn't mind. At least not now. Despite what people tend to think, Wriothesley understands emotions and can read them well on others.
"In truth, I have tried not to think of it quite so much recently. I have lost many over the years, more than I can count, and I know I will lose you and now Furina someday." It is a fact that has followed him through his entire life, love and loss, joy and hurt. But he does not want to lose Wriothesley or Furina, nor the relationships he has with them. Never did he think he would lose his dear Furina, and Wriothesley has become closer to Etienne more than most anyone else has.
Swallowing hard, he wipes his eyes, taking a slow, steadying breath. Still he struggles with showing too much emotion. (He wonders if it has started raining above ground, or if he caught himself quickly enough this time.)
Etienne lifts his tea cup but finds that he cannot take a drink, his throat too sensitive to even just breathing without the hitch of tears threatening him. Instead, his gaze shifts to the side as his fingers seep in the too-hot warmth from the cup. "Thank you," he says simply, though not without sincerity.
"I...I do not want to lose anyone else." Such a confession would nearly startle him if it hadn't lived on his tongue for so long, desperate to be spoken aloud, to be heard and understood. Normally he would apologize for being so up front, but he finds that he cannot, not this time. He wants it to be known. "But I am, as is everyone, helpless to that inevitability."
It's a rare occurrence that one of her professors calls off class for the day without ample warning ahead of time to justify it, successfully rendering her day's agenda null and void as it was the only lecture she had for the day. Honestly, Keqing isn't quite sure if she's thankful for the time to breathe or if she's begrudging the thought entirely. She's dressed up with far too much care to end up stowed away at the back of the cafe to spend the sudden free time with her bag and planner sprawled out on the table as she refused to remain holed in despite the change of plans. And yet, seated she remains, gel pen gliding against the crisp paper of her planner as she scrawls out the prewritten to-do list with an ample amount of frustration. It's when a voice calls out to her that she is pulled out of her gravitational void of rising temper, eyes flicking from paper to the man before her.
Not often is Keqing directly approached in such a manner unless absolutely necessary. From what she's gathered from others, she has some sort of reputation for holding an intimidating air innately, not including the resting face that often gets misinterpreted as sheer annoyance. The confusion is enough to dispel and replace some of the negative energy she'd had before his arrival while scanning the rest of the seats behind him. It was indeed very crowded. While she was in something of a mood, she wasn't nearly hostile enough to shoo him away when he was out of options for places to go.
"You're actually doing the opposite of interrupting me. I'm doing nothing at all." Curtly stated with her inherent blatant tone, she relaxes into the back of her chair. No wonder people were put off by her.
"You can sit here, I don't mind. But I might not be the best company if you're looking for a riveting conversational partner. I hope you understand."
The woman's tone is abrupt, which may normally have been a sign that he should move along, but there isn't exactly another place to sit, and, well, she did say he could sit here. "Thank you," he says as he sets down his coffee before taking a seat. "No need for conversation, I'm just grateful to have a seat." The table isn't small, and her work only extends to just past halfway across, so he pulls out his own planner, leatherbound and filled to the brim with notes, papers, sticky notes, reminders, and three errant pencils, and flips open to today's date.
His notes are extensive, well-prepared, neatly organized - and yet still have his own scribbles in the margins where he added in additional thoughts after the fact, things he isn't sure if he should bring up or if it'd just make him ramble on about things that don't matter in the end. It's his first time being a guest lecturer, and, well, his nerves are running rampant.
Idly, he taps the eraser of his pencil against the edge of the leather, a rhythmic tap tap tap as he reads over everything he has written. It's the day of, and he wants to rewrite everything all over again. There isn't any time for that, though, so he leaves it be, only scratching some things out, then erasing it entirely and rewriting it in. Gods, only getting this over with will satisfy his anxiety.
though the change in kaveh is subtle, it is there, ayato notes. and it is good, he thinks, to see him relax a little. these hours together are fleeting, precious. and so, as kaveh gently pulls him down to lay against him again, ayato follows the quiet command without protest, even sighing, pleased, as he settles himself, relaxing too once again.
he huffs a laugh against kaveh's chest. and then, hardly subtle in his tone, dripping, he replies readily. " you haven't yet. " his own mirroring request seems to come as a surprise. and ayato finds it endearing. short of asking him for the shogun's throne, ayato really would try to get him anything.
he doesn't press, simply waits for a reply, head still pressed gently to kaveh's chest. at the question, again, he huffs a quiet laugh. " lame? hardly. " and he finds himself grinning, then, mischievously. give him an inch and he'd take a mile. well, surely kaveh knew that, didn't he?
" jewelry it is, then. " he replies again, the words half hummed through his grinning. the statement that follows is, of course, an obvious tease. " but remember: i gave you the opportunity to be specific. there will be no one to blame but you if you don't like it. "
"I am very well aware," he laughs, gently rubbing the back of Ayato's neck with his fingertips. What sort of trouble is he getting himself into with such an open-ended answer? Only time will tell. And, honestly, Kaveh looks forward to it. Surprises can be fun, and he thinks Ayato knows how to keep it fun without delving into irritation (Alhaitham).
He could backtrack and ask for something specific, perhaps earrings or a necklace, but the fun of it will be not knowing and then one day being surprised. His smile remains as he tries to consider what Ayato will choose.
"I wish you could come back to Sumeru with me." Of course he can't, not on such short notice. Perhaps if the two of them had anticipated falling for each other and not wanting to be separated yet, they could have made plans for such a trip, but neither of them contained that foresight to know. A shame, really, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, or whatever it is people say to make separation feel less bitter.
A soft sigh escapes him as he continues his gentle ministrations along Ayato's neck. "I could show you Alcazarzaray, my magnum opus. And Zubayr Theater. Though Nilou might steal your heart with her dancing, she is quite captivating."
( ๐ง ) HE DIDN'T KNOW what to say ( not that words were going to be possible currently ) about all this. mere minutes ago he had been preparing to leave fontaine to go . . as far from his former territory as possible. his knowledge of the Tsaritsa , the archon that he once had trusted , betraying him to her Harbingers for a century and then some had rotten his trust in many to its core. to where he'd go he wasn't sure ; liyue perhaps. he hadn't fully thought it through yet.
HE'D BEEN RESIGNED that etienne wished to have nothing to do with him , especially with how avoidant he had been. he wasn't angry. he couldn't ever be angry with his mate , couldn't be angry over something that wasn't his fault or something he ever wished for. neither of them asked for the heavenly principles to cut them down for their power and put them in a stupid trinket for those She deemed her chosen. loss after loss to be here now -- connected and whole once again. it was overwhelming.
HIS CONTROL FOUND itself lacking as his tail slipped to curl around etienne's waist to pull him closer , to voice wordlessly that he is his as he connected with every kiss. gentle bites to his bottom lip and nipping back 'fore returning to pressed lips and desperate touches : he had to make sure this was really happening.
IT ENDS FAR too soon but his tears find themselves caught between the hydro sovereign's fingertips , unable to keep himself from leaning into the touch of one of his hands. laughter escapes him , shaking his head 'fore moving his head enough to press a chaste kiss against the palm of his hand.
โ NOT AT ALL . . i'm happy. i just . . i forgot how much i missed this. you. you're kisses and being here , alive and with me. โ his nose presses against his hand 'fore leaving another kiss behind against his skin.
This intimacy is unfamiliar in many ways to Etienne. He has had partners in the past, brief moments of togetherness as he tried to learn his way around people, understand them in a way that hadn't come naturally to him growing up. And he has those few he considers friends, such as Furina and Wriothesley. But Nikita'ain is different, he brings out another side of Etienne that only a distant, carnal memory holds.
It's lovely, this feeling; belonging, acceptance, want. Many within Fontaine hold Etienne in high regard, and that gives him an air of unattainability. Few approach him, and the ones who do, do so with formality and little by way of casualness. It has, in his opinion, stunted his ability to study humans effectively, and this has brought him no small amount of unsurety that he will be accepted as little more than Iudex.
But he doesn't feel that with Nikita'ain. All he has wanted is to accept and love Etienne as they once did. And Etienne has nearly ruined that simply because he was anxious of not having his memories, of not being as good for Nikita'ain as he once was. That doesn't matter, though. They are here, they are together, and Etienne's heart feels as though it could burst from the warmth he feels.
"I did not allow myself to realize how much I feel the same," he admits softly, his thumb brushing Niki's cheek as the man kisses his palm. "I apologize, mon amour, for keeping you at such a distance." Easily, he pulls him in closer, their noses brushing each other's before he kisses him again. "You will not be alone like that again. I swear it."
it is not often these days that morax is met anew. and so, it does not escape him, that brief flash of awe, speechlessness. there is a hesitance, yes, but there is no fear. and upon that hand, only just outstretched, withdrawing, morax smiles, seemingly satisfied. with another nod of his head, he quickly leads the pair inside.
his abode is warm despite its entrance being located high above liyue proper, perhaps surprisingly so. but more importantly, it is also nothing short of a museum, a myriad of relicsโ each seemingly older than the lastโ on display, set almost haphazardly upon this shelf or that.
of course, the tea table is the room's centerpiece, a backdrop of gently swaying grasses familiar to any liyuean behind it. and it is carefully set for three, the third place even modified to match changsheng's smaller stature.
morax, too, notes that she seems pleases. though he turns away to fuss with the preparing the tea, he smiles at this. " do not apologize for your interest. " he begins then, returning to the table with the teapot set to steep. he settles before his own spot with inhuman grace despite his tail, fingers deftly motioning to a nearby cabinet filled the curiosities despite the golden-tipped claws that poked out from them, surely sharp enough to slice with ease.
" i imagine there are a great many things in my collection, both familiar and foreign. and of course, you are both always welcome should you find yourself with the desire to escape the city for a time. "
his attention, however, is quickly snapped back to his guest by the oh !! and the small package that follows, gently set before him. he does not have to open it to know what it is. his sense of smell is greater here. and his expression softens noticeably even before he delicately opens it to see the perfectly dried leaves within.
he huffs a quiet laugh. " forgive meโ i suppose i should have waited a moment more. i do hope you'll have time for a second pot before you go. i should very much like to try it. "
time has taken much from him, yes. and the scent is close enough to pull at his stone heart, the barest twinge of an ache long-forgotten. time is often cruel, but it has given him just as much, he thinks. and at the thought, his eyes shift back up from the gift to the man who had presented it.
" i am pleased you have found time to enjoy your work. i take it that means the people of liyue are faring well ?? "
@fatesweave !!
Changsheng delightedly winds herself down Baizhu's arm to take her place at the smaller setting at the table, curling herself into a spiral with a contentedness that speaks as if she belongs here. Or, at least, belongs in this seat, so obviously set for her. Baizhu smiles at her as he takes his own seat with less grace than Zhongli in his semi-adeptal form does.
"You couldn't have known I would bring this for you," he says with a soft laugh. The gift has been in the works for months, and it just happened to be in as complete of a state as it can be for now, refined into something he hopes closely resembles what Zhongli has been narrowing down for him. "But of course I can stay for a second pot of tea. My whole afternoon is yours."
Baizhu once again cannot help but to look around as Zhongli gestures to the shelves. Being given permission to look around makes him feel a touch less nosy about his curiosity. Relics of the past line the walls, overlapping each other, some settled neatly in place while others are crooked or haphazard. Perhaps it's a sign of years - and years - of collecting with increasingly less space to put it all.
Will Baizhu himself end up as a relic here somehow if he passes? Would it be his earring, maybe, nestled between an ancient fossil and an unopened bottle of wine that Zhongli may or may not drink one day? Something about the idea makes him smile as much as it causes a knot to form in his chest. ("I cannot die. I can't.")
"Hm?" He turns his attention back to the other man. "Oh, yes, I think so. Of course, I can't always know if people are coming to me when they're not feeling well, but I certainly stay busy with the ones that do. I...hope I am helping as much as I can, though I imagine some of the children are tired of me scolding them for being so reckless."
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minors dni, mature / usfw questions ahead. please specify muse when sending to a mumu blog.
... 01. what sexuality does your muse identify as, or most closely with? 02. when did your muse realise they had become sexually attracted to others? 03. what traditional 'turn on's' apply most to your muse? 04. what non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on? 05. what are the top kinks that your muse enjoys? 06. what are some/a kink that your muse wants to explore? 07. how to they view sexual intimacy and love? 08. outside of the bedroom or domicile, where has your muse had sex? 09. do they prefer/tend to be dominant, submissive, both, or etc.? 10. how often does your muse indulge in self-pleasure? 11. what is your muses favourite, or most favoured, position/s? 12. how sensitive sexually is your muse? 13. does your muse enjoy wearing something special in the bedroom? 14. has your muse ever indulged in temperature play? if not, would they? if so; how did they find the experience? 15. relative to genre, has your muse ever used toys with a partner or themselves? 16. how vocal is your muse when intimate? 17. how confident is your muse in expressing their desires? 18. has your muse ever bathed or showered naked intimately with another? 19. how does your muse feel about eye contact during sex? 20. has your muse ever indulged in the use of restraints; whether using them on someone or themselves?
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