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# FORESWORN › Private & Independent 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 from Genshin Impact. This blog is low activity / mutuals only. I welcome cross - overs & AUs. DNI if you are proship & / or ship minors. Spoilers are on a two week embargo. Read everything before you interact. Inspired by Slavic folklore.
𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 : 1. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐒 : 7.
𝐢. hcs. 𝐢𝐢. memes.
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐒 : @solaurous, tba.
“ I hope for a light grief in my old age. ”
perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.
"It might be unwise to ask questions you do not want an answer to, my friend." @lezviya
“ . . . are you sure about that ? ”
“you’re allowed to relax, you know” unfortunately i cannot do that. Otherwise they will get me
was this going to be difficult ? yes. but ! that was the point ; nothing in life ‘ came easy ’ and anything that did, it wasn't meant to happen. which was a large reason why isabelle kept returning to teyvat. it wasn't just because every time something happened, alice happened to be a pest and demand for the elafu'sari to appear. ( that was just a part of the whole thing. ) this time was different. no, this ? if this painting was corrupted, if it was a problem, then it was definitely something isabelle had her eye on. something that she had to look into.
which is why it keeps distracting her. why she keeps looking at the painting despite giving milek's hand a gentle squeeze. “ well then, milek, pleasure t' meet y'. ” a soft laugh leaves isabelle's lips, her hand falling away from theirs, “ no biddin' war and i get t' keep it. what a win. ” stygian - stained fingers fall to her hips as she considers how to bring it back to her shop and, for a moment, isabelle considers a variety of options. none of them, outside of one, seems to fit. the summoning of beastie, of her fiend, that lingers in the back of her head until milek's words run through her ears.
in one ear, out the other.
“ oh ! ” a scoff of laughter comes and goes as isabelle returns four eyes back to the other, “ it's not … how do i put this ? it's not a supply place. it's, well … — ” shrugging, she considers a way to put it while, just beyond the walls, someone lets out a shrilling scream. that means beastie's outside. which is perfect. a distraction that allows isabelle to chuckle beneath her breath. with beastie just beyond the walls, isabelle oversteps the velvet partition to start pulling the painting off the wall. every word is accompanied by a grunt, but she speaks nonetheless, “ it's an oddities shop. knick - knacks, cursed trinkets, things like that. but, if y' need a corrupted sword, or something fun, m' shop is definitely the place. ”
after a few half - assed attempts, isabelle sits back on her heels ; the painting's half on the wall, half dipping. “ if anything, if y' wanna help me take down this, i can take y' to the shop. can we call that a deal or are y' just passin' by ? ”
ex - knight observed with muted amusement, both at isabelle's energy & her momentary struggle moving said painting. they decide to assist ⸻ stepping closer & lifting it with little effort. brown - grey eyes flicker towards the ground ( ignore the whispers, ignore the whispers — ) & they step away : the art piece now resting on the ground, leaning against the rock wall. “ . . . i see. ” her shop being a place of oddities was the least of milek's concern. “ i will, at least, see what the shop has to offer. ”
perhaps there was something that could help mitigate the pain their abyssal corruption inflicts on them. it was worth a damn shot since nothing else works.
“ i am on commission here regarding this cursed painting. the individual who put it up did not specify how to handle the matter . . . only that it was taken care of. i need some form of proof that i stumbled upon said painting. ”
I feel a deep homesickness for something I cannot return to: A place I left long ago. A person who no longer knows my name. A version of myself I cannot find. A yearning that will never lessen.
𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 leave the city. it was inevitable. many wished to explore beyond their loved home after leviathan was sealed away for good, & he was not so different. “ you should come with me, avidius @aequitaes, ” the gladiator spoke with mouthfuls of food. a side - effect of his forte was insatiable appetite. much to the delight of grandmothers.
“ . . . in consideration of what you been through, it would be a good departure from septimont. i was thinking of making my first stop in ragunna. ”
Today, I watched the sun rise.
For now, that is enough.
@fortuniis : “Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?” from brant! › source.
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐊'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 time in Ragunna, but already its atmosphere felt . . . suffocating ? Blues, whites & golds stood in sharp contrast against their reds / oranges / blacks. The colors of Order versus Glory's Hues. Despite this, there were a decent number of Septimontians visiting the city since the Leviathan was neutralized, & by all accounts he was a tourist just like them.
So when a stranger sauntered up with that question as greeting, the gladiator huffed — brow scrunched in deep contemplation. Which was not that profound, actually. “ I am no means lonely : simply lost. Waterways are not my forte. ”
Ha. Pun intended.
@holyscorch : " penny for your thoughts, my dear ? so distracted, you are. " / casimir.
𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄 gently tugs on reins — mare slowing down so they could observe a caravan from afar. It was heading towards Piramida, no doubt supplies for the already spread - thin, storied Lightkeepers. The recent mess with Il Dottore had depleted the organization's resources, & with the Wild Hunt reduced to mindless wanderers since their leader's disappearance . . . now was the time to reinforce their defenses. Milek's gaze must have lingered for too long on the line, because a voice brought him out of impromptu people - watching & turned it towards the source.
“ . . . A semblance of peace has finally found its way to Nod - Krai, ” they said, “ when it has not seen such since the Cataclysm five hundred years ago. It's fortunate to be out in the open, mostly unworried & unhurried. ”
@truethes : ❛ say ... it'll be windblume season by the time i get back. ❜ he utters it so casually, so genuinely, a silent contradiction to the way he's certain the lines of his hands feel sweaty and that spot in his chest thunders loudly within his ribcage, wishes already imagined before he has a chance to voice them. windblume is something he has not had the pleasure to experience in person for quite a few years now, a tradition kept close to his chest in the knowledge that those back home get to follow it in his stead, yet even they are as set as the wind that brushes past them. there is no guarantee the windblume he will see now is the same one that came to pass before he left / no guarantee he'd want everything to be the same. especially, perhaps, when his thoughts linger back to the man who rests beside him on the outskirts of the keep. out of every story he's had the privilege to hear, the years of experience held underneath the others belt, there has never been a mention of mondstadt, of the festivals and fanfare and the freedom of the breeze and, oh- he's getting a little too into his own head now, isn't he? the way he can feel something warm creep up on the back of his cheeks, flustered not unlike the times where he has had too many drinks, the image of milek and flowers and the way those special laughter lines may manage to appear on their face enough to guide his own smile, chuckle in turn. would he like it? would they wish to take part in it? would it accept any gift he'd gift in their own name, the story of a knight and royalty modified to fit another knight in it's place ----- ah, well, he knows he's getting far too ahead of himself, a shake of his head as if he's been there the entire time. ❛ think you have some time to come see it with me? i'd like your company the most. ❜ / FROM... you guessed it! varka >:)
𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 here in the Favonius Camp — watching a sunset give way to nightly sky. Twilight hours were when Milek felt at peace, for it meant reflection of the day's activities ; the barrier between physical & spiritual realms thinned. Where he sat next to the Grand Master, who prattled on about his day as if they should have been there. Phrases such as, ' What do you think of that ? ' & ' Hmm . . . how about — ' frequently spoken with an enthusiastic look cast its way. Leaning forward, the ex - knight drew knees to his chest & hangs an arm over a knee — staring sideways up at Varka with a small gleam in its gaze. Not once has the man forced him to talk.
Ah. Windblume. Milek overheard many Knights of Favonius mention it over drinks / general conversation. It was apparently nearing that season — as per the Grand Master's words, & as the last of the sun disappeared behind the hills, sunlight illuminated the blonde's face into something larger than life & . . .
The fae hummed the barest hint of a smile.
“ . . . I shall give you an answer on your birthday. ”
Hearing there were multiple encounters with some of his colleagues piqued Flins' interest, and eyebrows raised slightly when Milek suddenly trailed off and changed the subject. Something perhaps to inquire about again if an opportune moment came up, especially since there's been over five centuries of separation for them. So how long that secret remained a secret remained to be seen.
"Mere curiosity, because ever since my reawakening my affiliation has been with the Lightkeepers. Guarding the citizens of Nod Krai against the monsters of the Wild Hunt, ensuring the land itself is not corrupted by the energy of the Abyss. Certainly a much humbler existence than when we were both living in luxury in Snezhnaya, but it has been a satisfying one thus far." He'd even had brushes with relics and treasures from that time in his life, one of which was his most prized possession during his time as a noble, but that story could be told when it came up.
𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓, he might have ended up with the Lightkeepers himself. It was a noble profession : one demanding profound sacrifice for the greater good. Milek knew their oath by heart — having stood witness ( from afar ) recruits pledge themselves to an early grave. Could this also partially be why Flins adopted this role ? If there were more like him — Fae like them — less mortals need to give their lives to the Wild Hunt.
His gaze slowly moved skyward, toward the sun above. How much longer did they have before Flins leaves for the companions he saw earlier ?
" Why did you become a Lightkeeper in the first place ? Would you have chosen any other profession if you were given the opportunity ? "
character outline ．
bold what applies. italicize what applies sometimes. strike-through what never applies.
flaws . moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naïve.
strengths . honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny.
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@truethes : in hindsight, maybe things were working too well ---- milek had been more than content to join him in his most recent choice of patrol, even when they had both recently discussed this particular area being quite quiet, hadn't even raised a brow when illuga had suggested stopping in what some may consider a little pointless, considering how close it remained to their current camp, but he'd used the walk for a chance to work up the courage, had offered himself the distance in the hope that no one would walk midway into what he had wanted to say. it'd been a chance of luck he'd noticed the book still kept in the others possession, seemingly well maintained despite how far he has known them to travel. as someone far too used to bending spines and pages from unlucky falls and mismatched steps, it'd been only natural for him to wish to seek something out to stop the ex-knight from falling to the same fate, and with both holiday and a more personal celebration coming up ... well, he supposes it felt more important to give him something, no matter how small or sudden it may begin to seem. ❛ you ... ah, both a happy valentines and a happy birthday to you, sir milek! ❜ even the sound of his own voice makes him wince, certainty dipping to worry back to nerves then hope. ❛ i know bags are more of a practical gift, but i know the fear that comes with items and travelling large distance. i've used another bag from this brand, i can say for certain it should keep all possessions of yours safe! ❜ / from illuga! <:) <3
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃. How he, a fae who places little trust in humanity, agreed to follow this one ( Illuga ) through a relatively peaceful area. The Wild Hunt was not as major of a threat as it used to be, but their nightmares still meander about like a virus. Their horse stayed behind at camp — having appeared to be perfectly content being showered with attention from a couple Lightkeepers. As a lover of animals, Milek could not pull them away — not as if they were a stranger to traveling on foot either. Those valiant souls do so every single day . . . & Nikita nudged him to watch over Illuga.
The ex - knight stopped as requested, gauntlet - clad fingers brushing over the spine of that journal in their worn bag. A couple more long journeys until the threads come undone & leather turns brittle — crumbling under faintest touch.
Like all things are wont to do under Time's oppressive touch.
" . . . ? ? " How did Illuga learn of his birthday ? Was it Flins who tipped the Ratnik off in that indirect, detached way he was fond of ? Milek opened his mouth to protest, but the sight of the bag buried those thoughts deep & they gather it into their hands. It was sturdy / durable — perfect for long - distance travel. They did not have the heart in them to reject such a gift, especially from a Lightkeeper whose organization is already spread so thin.
It was . . . strange to accept this, when centuries ago he done the opposite.
" Thanks, " Milek mumbled — taking off a gauntlet to feel the material through warm skin. " One thing : do drop the 'Sir.' That is a title that no longer belongs to me, unfortunate to say. I'm but a typical adventurer now. "
funny how you can lose everything and still be expected to show up like nothing’s missing.
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