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Sticks my toes in the water to test the temperature. Oopsie.
NEGATIVE QUALITIES: ZODIAC EDITION.
bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )
ARIES : tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.
TAURUS : idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.
GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.
CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.
LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.
VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.
LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.
SCORPIO : easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves.
SAGITTARIUS : impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them.
CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally.
AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.
PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation.
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“And why would this concern me, Sir Kaeya?” Diluc asked, hands busy with closing the bar that had already emptied out… save for Kaeya. “Sounds like a problem for the Knights to handle.”
Kaeya shrugged, the fur on his shoulder rising and falling. “Of course. I simply thought it might interest you.”
Unfortunately, it did.
Despite his brushing Kaeya off, Kaeya had given him an important bit of intel. He’d been intending to slip into Jean’s office at headquarters to read her notes about the meeting with the Fatui, but Kaeya had saved him the trouble. What they were up to was beyond despicable, but… not unprecedented. A particular Harbinger came to mind. Evidently, they were looking to force themselves into Mondstadt’s good graces and take control, trusting that the so-called “Darknight Hero” would never reveal himself and risk arrest.
He had work to do.
Finding the Fatui was no problem at all. While some of them could be quite skilled in stealth, these ones were not trying to go unnoticed, Diluc assumed, so that people would see them leaving the city at night and their reveal would be all the more convincing. He had no doubt that, whether Jean made them an offer or not, they would still go through with their reveal.
He tracked the Fatui for a few miles past the city gates until he came upon a small camp they’d set up. One of them, armed with a Pyro delusion, donned a black cloak not too different from his own and set off alone, cutting through the woods in the direction of Springvale. Diluc crept silently through the trees, staying out of sight, until he watched the false Darknight Hero slip into the sleeping town, withdrawing a vial from his pocket.
A throwing knife whistled through the air and sank into the side of a house with a soft thunk, pinning the man’s sleeve in place. Before he could tear himself free, Diluc leapt to the ground and was on him, forearm pressed to his windpipe and eyes nearly glowing with Pyro energy just waiting to be released.
“As I thought…” Diluc scoffed, tearing the familiar substance from the Fatui’s pinned hand. “Creating your own problems to solve? Only the Fatui would come up with something so foul. The Knights may not be able to openly oppose you scum, but I have no such reservations.”
The Fatui’s eyes were wide behind his mask, and his face was quickly turning blue, but Diluc didn’t let up. Not yet.
“You tell your comrades that the real Darknight Hero is watching. Next time, I won’t be so merciful.”
He finally let go and pulled his knife from the wall. The Fatui dropped to the ground on their knees, gasping for air and holding their burning throat.
The night breeze is ever so crispy this time of the year. Stars twinkle in clusters far above her head, shining down onto the lands with the moon overseeing the path they draw across the semidark welkin. Unlike them, Jean's opted out of working with a flock, leaving her peers to rest in their homes unaware of her little escape into the city's outskirts.
Her steps barely make a sound, the crushing of grass beneath her feet is but a rustle no louder than the wind urging the leaves to dance in their branches. Springvale seldom bustles with activity during daytime, and, at night, it's no different — for someone who's already on the prowl, any minor disturbance rings with the volume of a sudden war.
Jean's pace quickens at the slightest hint of scuffle, following in its direction with a hand waiting by the hilt of her sword. Energy flows along the sheath in quiet preparation for the wake of any fights, but she stops before the shadows cast by the treetops can fully reveal her presence. Haste is put aside in favor of lurking to witness the final moments of an ambush that's more of a treasure trove to the one who seeks it.
ʻ Darknight Hero—?! ʼ An echo of gears turning inside the Acting Grandmaster's head. The duo is kept at a distance, her cautious steps guide her onward, shortening the gap separating them just enough so they can see who's joined the scene. Her gaze travels from the imposing figure of one to the defeated of another, both clad in similar attire and motifs. In such a short span of time, appointing either as the real vigilante is an act of arrogance Jean can't afford despite how glaring the roles are.
To expect such character to linger before an audience, despite how minor it may be to anyone else's eyes, might as well be the same as to plant cecilia seeds in the Dragonspine's soil: counterproductive, time spent unwisely. For each second Jean lies observant, she takes in as much visual information as humanly possible. Not once does she abandon the weapon waiting by her hip, and neither does she bring offensive determination to her stance.
ʻ Our goals are not dissimilar. ʼ The twinkle of light reflected off the Fatui badge in the corner of her peripheral coaxes her to cut part of the statement. Her gaze is lifted from the political threat whose breath remains short, it meets the mystery shaping the hero's mask as if trying to see past it. ʻ Mondstadt will be vulnerable for as long as we operate on different sides and 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 know. Think about it. ʼ On opposite sides, she claims. At the same time, this encounter confirms that the aforementioned sides are connected by a bridge.
The movement of her head is subtle, points in the direction of the dense path back into the woods. Their continued interaction is a call for her duty of attempting his capture, and she’d rather offer room for negotiation before resorting to that extreme. For now, this poor Fatuus will serve as enough liability against the Snezhnayan’s diplomats.
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❝ honestly, it was a long time ago. i don’t really remember the details. ❞ KAEYA TALKING ABOUT KHAENRI'AH OR HIS CHILDHOOD MOMENT?
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Words weight heavier than lead and Jean is almost overcome with the impulse of lifting them on Kaeya's behalf. This is not her story to tell; it's hers to listen, like she's often done in her awe for the tales of fallen kingdoms.
When she first heard, from his mouth, how he carried the wounds and scars of Khaenri'ah with him, it was like being hit with the truth surrounding the uncaring nature of time. The few decades on her shoulders are dwarfed in comparison to how five hundred years can stretch, closely unchanged, to present days. Suddenly, the destruction of a nation and its heroes is not a story to be awed by. There's no beauty, no poetry powerful enough to paint it gold. Not when it still breathes and aches right in front of her.
ʻ Kaeya... ʼ Her hands didn't aid in smoldering his roots, but, perhaps, the fascination for their ambers have played a part in the cycle dictating that what's in the past must remain in the past. And that is a hard realization to come to.
Her arms wrap around his shoulders after digesting her own thought process, meek at first and, then, tighter. Whether Kaeya truly doesn't remember the details he leaves up in the air or prefers not to disclose, Jean understands it as the one line not to cross. So she stands before it, reaches just enough to offer and provide a hug, hand buried through the navy strands of hair behind the knight's head as she strokes lightly.
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@guidingbreeze
‘ jean, i can’t ━ i can’t come to work today! i’m in DEEP DISTRESS. i managed to not burn my tea for the first time in my life, and now the thermos is gone and i can’t find it! i need a day off! i can’t cope with this. ‘
ʻ ... ʼ
ʻ We can put up some posters for it. ʼ
❝ don’t feel bad for not knowing— i was trying not to bother anyone. you didn’t know because i didn’t let you. ❞
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It's not in her, or anyone's, best interest to condemn another for shared crimes. Jean is not ignorant to the fact that Kaeya has his own agenda, it seems to run in the family: a fine web of secrets, parallel activities and battles. Not her place to dig into anymore out of respect for his privacy and care not to cross the line separating her duties from her personal interests.
ʻ I... don't want it to separate us any further, but I'm tired of never knowing. ʼ It being nonspecific as any conflicting interests. So far, keeping a wise distance from others is the Grandmaster chair's hardest challenge yet; Jean misses the days they were all too small to worry about anything but finding the other's hiding spot in games of hide-and-seek. Now they're grown and their fates may intertwine, just not so often in ways that allow for a breath of relief.
Her confession is a meek one, she doesn't check Kaeya's reaction to it as her hands work a gentle, healing breeze over an (already) almost healed injury. And he didn't ask for it, but it's a crumb of solace and a call for bygone days. She turns his palm up and runs her fingers over his to push them to coil and close. ʻ You don't bother me, Kaeya. Sometimes I wish you did, that would be okay with me. ʼ
CONVERSATIONAL SENTENCE STARTERS
❝ you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general? i always feel better after hanging out with you. ❞
❝ sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while. and that’s alright. as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay. give yourself time. ❞
❝ have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it? everything that’s been happening. eventually, you have to slow down and let it feel real. ❞
❝ i’m not really the advice type, but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while. ❞
❝ was this not what you expected? ❞
❝ i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit. we are what we chose to be. we make ourselves. ❞
❝ did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company? ❞
❝ i’m going to tell you this, once, because i think you need to hear it. you deserve more. you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve. ❞
❝ i brought some seeds for your garden. i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer. ❞
❝ please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. ❞
❝ come sit a little while with me. tell me how you’ve been? really. ❞
❝ you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it. here, let me get you a drink. ❞
❝ if you’d like to discuss it in private, we can step outside? ❞
❝ whatever it is you wish to tell me, it won’t leave this room. ❞
❝ well, i’ve been wanting to talk to you. but i don’t really know how to put it all in words. ❞
❝ how have you been sleeping? ❞
❝ don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t quite look well. ❞
❝ don’t feel bad for not knowing— i was trying not to bother anyone. you didn’t know because i didn’t let you. ❞
❝ miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and it’s even shittier in real life, so let’s just take a moment to breathe. and let’s get on the same page. alright? ❞
❝ is this a time for me to listen or fix it? ❞
❝ i don’t really have anything to say, i just know that i don’t really want to be alone. ❞
❝ could you just…talk to me? it doesn’t have to be anything important. i just like listening to your voice. it calms me. ❞
❝ honestly, it was a long time ago. i don’t really remember the details. ❞
❝ i’m rather proud of you. i don’t say that often, so believe i mean it. ❞
❝ you seem content here. happy, even? ❞
❝ i’m not here to drudge up the past. i’m just hoping we could have a future. ❞
❝ i see you’re not getting much sleep either. should i make us both some tea, then? ❞
❝ are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me? ❞
❝ are you sure you’re alright? ❞
❝ i’m a fan of your work, actually. ❞
❝ you have more of a reputation than you might think. ❞
❝ you haven’t heard of me? how refreshing. ❞
❝ go on, tell me what’s on your mind. ❞
❝ something is troubling you, yes? ❞
❝ with a smile like that, i can’t help but want to know your secret. what’s got you so cheery today? ❞
❝ come on, you’re clearly upset. and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice. ❞
❝ oh, i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far? ❞
One Kaeya ran off to live his life in debauchery or something, the other is hatching a protein bar in the corner of her office; now, she can continue studying the Dark Knight Hero's affairs in peace after a hole has almost been drilled into her glove by a certain someone.
ccaptain:
,,,,,,, accepts the offering in his corner of misery by slowly dragging the bar close with a leg, then sitting protectively over it. like an egg.
Pats his head. Good boy, time to brood in peace while she goes back to work.
ragnfinder:
DILUC ah, ah, ah~ just had to put those fingers close enough to taste.
propriety is sacred. its virtue protected by valiant leather- that will bear the imprint of a certain someone’s teeth for days to come. “heh.” out loud & muffled this time. rose gleams with mirth & something darker.
Admittedly, she walked right into this one and can't bring herself to even feign irritation. Defeat tastes bitter, only not as bitter as the fabric growing moist with a certain someone's saliva must be.
Sigh, and fingers wiggle between Diluc's teeth. Whose feral man is this?
ccaptain:
‘ ━ yes, ma’am. ‘
is IMMEDIATELY grounding himself in the corner of her office, tearful.
Now she feels guilty! Not enough to release him from his corner, though. Places a protein bar by him, slowly and quietly...
@ragnfinder said — kaeya vc: snaps his jaws a few times then lets his tongue lol out ridiculously. quickly ducks away sniggering bc he doesn't wanna get wacked with a rolled up report.
ʻ And don't come back—!! ʼ At least for the next five minutes.
@ccaptain said — makes his ''.3'' face at her
ʻ ...You have ten seconds. ʼ