spina di rosula

an affiliated roleplaying blog for navia from genshin impact. newcomer and rooming in apartment 305. sidebar & icon art by lulu!

[multirosa]

´｡• ᵕﾟ: ✽ navia caspar, the radiant rose.

31 years old, she/her pronouns, president of spina di rosula

From a glance, Navia is the ideal picturesque version of what a young lady from Fontaine should be. Fashionable clothing, expensive jewelry, and a parasol to protect her from the sun along with the manners suited for someone who was born into high society. When one gets to know her, however, they’ll find that she’s more than just her appearance. While most young ladies her age felt at home during tea parties and social gatherings, Navia found herself most comfortable in the countryside or the underground waterways of the inner city.

an affiliated roleplaying blog for navia caspar of genshin impact, written by sey.

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[goldenboydotexe]

N stares down at the candy in his hands, clumsily holding it as he starts to see it leave some sort of residue on his fingers. It looked really good...

"Yeah, I kinda live more than once, and come back a lot and...well, maybe it won't totally kill me if I try this! And if it does I'll just come back!"

He hesitantly puts the candy in his mouth, the temperature of it immediately melting it until the inside of his mouth is all sticky, making it difficult for him to open his mouth...and is that a sizzle coming from in there?! His optics screen bluescreens, displaying an error.

"Ith....thith thuspposed to happen?"

[multirosa]

Generally speaking, that may have been a concerning justification in any situation, but considering that he was a robot, it was probably fine. Navia watches, smiling, as he pops the chocolate into his mouth. What happens next is something she isn't at all prepared for. The smell of burnt chocolate fills the air, and the sizzling sounds that come from his mouth elicit a gasp from her. "Oh…oh no!" He'd been prepared for this possibility, but it wasn't hard to understand why she was so concerned.

Quickly, Navia pulls out her handkerchief and grabs his hand, yanking him forward. "I'm going to try to get it out! Open your mouth!" Without so much as waiting for him to do as instructed, she begins furiously wiping away the oozing chocolate seeping from his mouth, along with trying to clean away as much of it on the inside as she can. "Is that doing anything? Is your blue screen gone yet!?" Maybe this had been a bad idea all along…

[avginian]

SUNSET CASCADES OVER THE ISLAND, both finally returning to his penthouse at long last to finally relax for the night. when was the last time they had spent a day as this? no dinners at some high-end resort nor lavish events paid from the deepest pits of his wallet. merely time together, a stroll around the block to take in the sights and purview the streets for their own reasoning, and, well, perhaps a little detour. one that is apparent in the way a bag, flush full of the cutest stuffed dolls imaginable, tips over when set down, overflowing onto the couch. ❝ Now I'd say that's quite the haul. Wouldn't you? ❞ he speaks up pleasantly, obviously far too pleased at the outcome.

not that he planned on the owners thinking he was cheating. nor that they would ask them to cease playing immediately at the claw machine after winning navia just a 'few,' little prizes after her own attempts when they couldn't prove him of any wrongdoing. besides, how was one to prove anything foul when it was merely a streak of luck?

he takes little time in plopping himself comfortably onto the couch, now surrounded by plushies whilst arms sprawled across its back as he leans into the cushions.

❝ Satisfied with whatever you got from our little outing? ❞ he knows the answer, but he was never one to avoid asking, not without good reason. ❝ I know I sure did. Not to mention the day was fabulous for the occasion. ❞ whether for gathering the necessary information and tips or simply time with one another, he would stand by that statement well enough. still, he smiles up at the blonde, almost as if silently inviting her to take a seat beside him whenever she so pleased.

@multirosa

[multirosa]

No expense had ever been spared when he decided to take her out on the town. It was nice--familiar, even--to be treated so lavishly, but Navia found that she preferred much simpler dates. On the contrary, she found them more authentic, intimate, and overall much easier to appreciate. A fancy dinner and good conversation were nice, sure, but more often than not, it always felt as though Aventurine used them as masks of a sort. Indeed, it was easier to hide behind glitz and glamour, to only focus on surface-level enjoyment rather than a meeting of minds.

For these reasons, Navia can't help but find her stewing curiosity only growing further as this loose version of what could be considered a courtship went on.

"I am," she answers, only to huff a moment later as she decides just what she's going to do with all of her prizes. "But I wonder how I'm going to fit these into my room…" Admittedly, it wasn't hard to guess that some of them would have to stay here, but she hasn't conceded in attempting to take them all home just yet.

Navia rests on the arm of the couch, her favorite brown teddy bear of the haul held snug in her arms. "I know what you're going to suggest, and my answer is still no." That she could leave them here, that she could start to leave more belongings here, too, if she so wanted. "…Though I won't say it isn't tempting to say yes," For various other reasons, stuffed animals aside.

Finally, she slides over to take her seat on the couch beside him, and like many times before, her head comes to rest against his shoulder not long after. "Besides, there's still so much I haven't gotten to know about you. And you, for me."

[bloominflowers]

Navia of Spina di Rosula 💥🏵️

[avginian]

❝ Is that right? Then this upcoming holiday must be something you're looking forward to. ❞ not to mention he can't help but notice the way she shines like the brightest gem in her excitement. honestly, if he could establish a holiday just to see her brilliance like this always, he would... though he knows she'd say no regardless. ❝ Sure. Why not? ❞ and with that, he'll take the small portion of chocolate, taking a bite as he ponders it over.

❝ Not bad. Not bad at all, actually. Makes you wonder how they decide what flavors to put into the chocolates, doesn't it? ❞ he'll take out a few cherry flavored ones, offering for her to try it, too.

[multirosa]

"Of course, I do! But I look forward to spending them more with you, too." As usual, she's never one to shy away from letting him know how she feels. Navia watches as he tries the chocolate, only smiling after he gives it praise.

"Oh, what are these? Sweets kept by someone just as sweet!" After she takes a couple from his hand, one goes into her mouth before she feeds the other to him. Maybe she shouldn't talk with her mouth full, but she does that, too, "Delicious, don't you think? Much better when it's shared with someone you care for."

[goldenboydotexe]

N grabs the offered confection, taking it in his fingers and looking it up and down, before he frowns.

"Is this like...food food? Like real human food? I think it'll really mess up my circuits if I eat this..."

[multirosa]

"Yep, it's food food! Candy, to be exact!" Still human food, just different. "Why not just give it a try? You only live once, as they say! Or maybe you live a little bit longer, considering you aren't made of flesh and bone."

[amemecanique]

⚙ "My body stops moving, so I would not do that. While advancements have been made in the field of Clockwork Meka that make a winding key unnecessary depending on the project, I can't exact modify my own body, now can I? And I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it." This woman was a Fontainian, she must have seen her fair share of Meka by now.

[multirosa]

"Clockwork meka...? Oh! You must be from Teyvat, too, right? It's always so good to meet someone from the same world! And your clothing looks positively...Fontainian!"

"And yet I am not familiar with you in the slightest." Strange, considering her line of work. "How positively odd, don't you think?"

[multirosa]

"I simply love themed candy! Eggs, rabbits, even frogs made entirely of chocolate!" Excitedly, she offers up a small chocolate bunny to share. "Here, try it! It's orange flavored and simply delicious!"

[amemecanique]

⚙ "What was that? How do I sleep with a key turning on my back?"

"Poorly."

[multirosa]

This was probably a silly question, but-- "Can't you just remove it for a short while? What's the worst that could happen?"

[multirosa]

please like for a little starter from the world's most stylish not-mafia boss! capped at 4.

[thiefandlyre]

"I tried to clean it, but the egg was... stubborn." Octavo makes a face, pursing his lips as if it physically hurt him to ask this.

"...will you show me how to use it?"

[multirosa]

A very convenient excuse, but an understandable one, she supposes. Though his sincerity in asking whether she'd teach him how to use it does noticeably soften her, but she doesn't entirely let up. "I suppose I can...but only if you say please--and promise to earnestly try not to leave a mess in the future."

[thiefandlyre]

"I do not care for the micro-wave, as every time I try to use it, it either makes my food soggy or it explodes. However, I will concede that the hot water spigot in the bath is nothing short of miraculous."

[multirosa]

"Is that why the microwave is always so--" Disastrous, filthy, and utterly unusable most times? A very exasperated sigh follows. "You are a plague upon this household. A plague."

[avginian]

TREPIDATION 一 THAT'S ALL HE FEELS IN THIS MOMENT. the way lips linger upon each other, their warmth intermingling with one another, both the first and second time. fingers behind his back grip just a little tighter in anticipation... until he feels her hand find it, allowing himself to be so vulnerable in front of her fully, yet still his heart shrinks away in some ways. the locks remain opened, though it's as if he leans against the doors to make it harder to get in despite it all.

and yet she has given him no reason to feel as if she were taking advantage of this all. nothing at all, even with all he has done to prove himself a useful asset. no matter how many times he's exhibited himself as such, she had not taken the offer. it makes his heart conflicted, truth be told.

would it be easier for him if she had, he wonders... ?

even as she leans up to give him another peck, his lips follow after hers thereafter, as if seeking more without his meaning, like it were only natural when he were with her. the hand behind his back presses against the balcony's ledge, his own heart beating in tandem with her own. ❝ After all this? I think you'd have some stern words with me if I tried playing dumb, ❞ he speaks, his hand swapping their places as they remain laced, one thumb trailing along her knuckles as he speaks.

❝ It's a good thing we have plenty of time to see where those chips fall while we're here, then, isn't it? ❞ his other hand rubs up against her back to keep her near him, eyes locked with her own. would her patience wear thin if it took too long? again, he wonders as he tries to see the answer in her gaze, the peculiarity of their relationship something sincere, albeit something new, for him to navigate. ❝ Now, why don't we stay out here for a little while longer. I'm sure the guests can wait without a host for a few more minutes. ❞ a moment for them to compose themselves, all while remaining in one another's company for a bit more time.

[multirosa]

For the first time, she feels as though she's seeing him for who he truly is. Bits and pieces of his true feelings seep through the cracks of a perfectly crafted mask that she could only assume no one was privy to. It isn't that she feels that he's never been genuine, only that there had been an underlying inkling that he had always felt the need to be useful to her. Whether it be through gifts or favours, it felt as though he were waiting for her praises.

And truthfully, that still bothered her. Maybe this, too, was something he felt was necessary to prove himself to her. "Could you blame me? Hearts are very fragile things." Indeed, even more in this sort of situation. Navia knew the moment they kissed, there was no going back to being casual friends. She wouldn't let it happen, selfish as that sounds.

Plus, there was no denying that whatever it was, it felt right.

It felt genuine. It felt pure, no ill intentions.

And yet, as she carefully searches his expression, there's still hesitation. But there's also a willingness to see where they end up. Navia softens, muffled laughter following his remark. Her own heart finally falls into that subtle anxiousness of its own. There's a thought that sits in the back of her mind: What if he decided that she wasn't what he wanted?

For once in her life, she finds herself troubled at the thought. That she wouldn't be dear to him, that she wouldn't be able to convince him that this, whatever it is, is worth exploring further. "I hope we're here for a very long time," Enough for her to slowly inch herself further into his heart. It's…more of an idle thought, one that leaves her feeling sheepish as she smiles up at him.

"Minutes? Oh, my dear Aventurine, I was hoping to keep you for a little longer than that…but I do suppose you have a reputation to uphold." Just like that, she's back to teasing. Playful banter comes all too easily when it's just the two of them. "Just promise you don't intend to run off into the night."

[thiefandlyre]

@multirosa

Night has fallen, the chill of winter seeping through the meager protection his coat provided. Hunger gnaws at Octavo's stomach. As much as he knew he must return to his own world, he was not going to make it far if he froze to death.

...well. Maybe death would set him back to the beginning of his journey, as it usually did, but he didn't want to risk it when things were all askew like this.

He checks the strange device he'd found in his pocket. Initially, he'd ignored its instructions in favor of trying to find a way out, but that was clearly not happening tonight. One of the little pictograms wiggles at him. He'd seen people using their fingers to operate these things, and so he does the same, and after a few attempts manages to open the map. It points him to a building in the area.

Room 305...?

How foolish of him. Perhaps whatever awaited him in this room would give him the next step of this mad quest. He follows the map, making his way to one of the many enormous buildings in the area. Upon climbing the stairs, he finds himself in a long hallway full of many doors, each labeled with a number. It's all so orderly and quiet, the noise of the street outside muffled into silence.

Octavo finds the room and opens the door. "I've found you," he announces to whomever is inside. "What do you want from me?"

[multirosa]

The doorknob wriggles for a moment, Navia's gaze set upon it with an eyebrow raised. As far as she knew. Hysilens wouldn't be returning until early the next day, and as far as she had been aware, there was no one else with a key to get inside. She watches, hand moving to grab the handle of the parasol at her side as she watches whomever it is walk through the door.

"What--found me?" Who even was he? Not anyone she knew of, that's for sure. "Last I checked, no one was looking for me specifically," she keeps calm, but begins to raise the tip of her parasol in his direction. With such a shady entrance, she couldn't be certain about his intentions, after all, and so responds accordingly. "I think I should be the one asking the questions here!"

"Who barges into a lady's home unannounced? It's rude, in my opinion!" Public property it may be, but most people still had manners, at least. "Now, unless you want to find yourself on the wrong end of this, I suggest you either leave or explain yourself. Either works."

[multirosa]

"Well, if it isn't a happy holiday to you, Miss Navia," he chimes in, having intended to meet her here. after all, it was her housing, not to mention the gift in his hand was pointedly addressed to her. so, he hands it over with that charming smile of his on display, leaning in a little for when she opens it. and once she does, she would find an array of high-end accessories such as earrings, necklaces, and even a few rings, accompanied with a finely tailored clutch purse to match her outfit. "Well, what do you think? Fancy giving them a whirl?" the way his gaze lingers on her is expectant of an answer, head tilting to the side as eyes ease just a little bit in her direction.

"That's if you were interested in one more gift. That is to say... if you'd care to join me for dinner tonight? My treat~."

Just this once, she was fine with being spoiled by him. "You are very lucky that it's Christmas and I'm willing to let these gifts slide." As usual, his taste was impeccable. Each and every piece presented to her was something she loved and would be put to good use. His mention of wanting to take her out to dinner, though, is by far the best gift she could have received.

Navia reaches up, cradling his cheek. "I'd absolutely love to, mon chéri. Though, please, this time...let's split the bill, okay? You've done more than enough for me here." Her acceptance is sealed with a kiss to his cheek, followed by another...and one more for good measure! "Let's go before it gets too late!"

[constparameter]

ナヴィア

[abyssong]

" I'll trust the color decisions to you, so long as they aren't overly....bright." adjusting to living with another wasn't difficult for the knight (though it was strange to be so far away from the imperator) but this was new.

sleepovers, as they called it here, though she didn't see how it could be considering the other woman was her roommate and not a friend being invited over a night but she saw no point in stating that. instead, hysilens was content to let navia show her the wonders of nail polish, as she so excitedly put it.

"I never saw much need for it back home. The sea would erode such things away over time."

@multirosa

[multirosa]

The arrival of a new roommate is always a special occasion for her. For each and every one, Navia had always gone out of her way to make them feel comfortable. Some liked it, others didn't and preferred to keep to themselves. Luckily for her, this time around it seemed to be the former. Promises of typical sleepover fanfare soon followed, which the woman seemed content to let Navia do as she pleased. Lucky her, right?

She wastes no time rummaging through her many, many drawers of different colors, holding each one up in front of the woman as she tries to match what would be best. "Really? That's a shame!" she frowned. A life without little luxuries like this was one she couldn't even begin to imagine!

"When you say the sea, do you mean the literal sea? As in, you lived in the ocean?"