神里綾人

[shimoiro]

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independent  &  private rp blog for kamisato ayato of genshin impact, est. in december 2020. written by rei.  (  25, they / them, korean.  )  mature themes will arise. adults only. portrayal is based on headcanons and my own interpretations. details may be adjusted with time as more information becomes available. canon, multimuse, original character, and duplicate friendly. always open to interacting in other verses. multiship. sporadic activity. standard rp etiquette applies. discord available for mutuals. other blogs :  @caelune.

[shimoiro]

starter for @svartr​.

humans are creatures of adaptation, or so they’re said to be. readily adjusting, acclimatizing, habituating. he’d expected to get accustomed to this feeling over time, this inordinate rage, these tempestuous tides of guilt – they were all supposed to ebb eventually. and perhaps they would have, had it not been for the unintended fondness he nurtured, far beyond a delicate blossom, something much too resilient now to uproot without anguish. “ rest for the next couple days. this isn’t a suggestion. ” stern as he may sound, his touch is ever so tender as he patches up skia’s wounds, unflinching at the sight of blood and gashes deep enough to make most in his position queasy. it’s not until upon locking his gaze with skia’s that resolution wavers, and although the change is subtle enough to be imperceptible to anyone else, it speaks volumes, fills the space carved by words unspoken. “ ... your service is always appreciated. ” oh, how i wish i could say more.

[wanokokoro-japan]

Genko-an Temple (Kyoto,JAPAN)

Summer/Fall/Winter

[shimoiro]

going to be cleaning out this account and changing urls soon since this one was chosen under the impression that he would be a completely different element. 

[shimoiro]

i know i scrapped this headcanon when ayaka and all her story excerpts came out, but i still do enjoy the idea of ayato being the son of a second wife, and the two being half siblings instead. we can also pretend this is why ayaka’s the one we see so invested in kayo’s history and searching for her ‘mother’s friend’ whereas ayato is no where to be seen in that ( just as he is no where to be seen ANYWHERE IN THE GAME RIGHT NOW, but that’s not the point :’> ) ? i like the possibilities for all the strained dynamics, the burden of proving himself as the son of a sokushitsu, the tension between ayato and ayaka’s late mother, and maybe a still caring, but more distant relationship between him and ayaka. 

[shimoiro]

i love ayato so much, i’m not okay.

[cchaiart]

thoma must be so warmTT

[shimoiro]

i don’t know if this needs to be said, or if this matters to anyone other than myself, but since flower language is quite a recurring topic on this blog, i want to point out : 

while i do based most of the things i write around “real life” flower / plant symbolism and flower language, there are also instances where i add my own tweaks as i see fit, so please don’t fact check me, fdjskl. the tweaks could just be adjusting the meanings or adding some, giving meanings to the fictional plants we see in teyvat based on the lore, etc.

[shimoiro]

okay, but the fact that ayato is such close friends with someone who’s technically considered a wanted criminal is sending me, i'm happy that he’s unhinged. he deserves it, as a treat. 

[shimoiro]

AYATO CRUMBS.

[hinoiro-archived-deactivated202]

@shimoiro: “why are you smiling at me like that?”

the head retainer had not realized how hard he’d been staring at the leader of the kamisato clan. what made the situation even worse is the fact that he had been caught grinning in his direction with a softness in jades that is not shown to anyone else. the tips of his ears shift to red as blond hair is quickly gathered into a ponytail once he’s in a sitting position, looking elsewhere at nothing in particular. “ahem.. i should get up.. and start breakfast..”

[shimoiro]

　　this is a luxury ayato could only afford on rare occasions,　but under the weight of his gaze, there’s a wistful kind of realization that any wall he’s managed to build up could easily be crumbled if thoma so desired. he’s had to remind himself time and time again how dangerous it was to get used to this  ―  to get so immersed in the way sunlight pooled in warm greens, dulcet tonalities laced with morning rasp, tangled in sheets that smelled so pleasantly of him.　“  i never said i didn’t like it, did i ?  ”　he draws closer now, only to rest his head on his lap, nuzzling against his skin in a kittenish manner. unlike thoma, the commissioner’s actions lack any sense of urgency, stubbornly so. ayato knows he could be selfish for just a little while longer when it came to thoma. he would always understand.　

　　“  koharu said she can take care of it.  ”　no one would question the truth behind his words when he spoke with such certainty, such conviction that got him to where he was in the first place. with mischief strewn into his features, he reaches up to tug at the ribbon that thoma had used to gather his hair, allowing golden locks to spill out from its restraints once more and cascade down his frame the way he adores it.　“  oops. forgive me  ―  seems my hand slipped.  ”

[metamorphesque]

Autumn Halo, Oda Sakunosuke

[pavocelus]

the forthcoming departure of a diplomat was rarely ever a cause of disappointment. if anything, it was often a source of relief, a breath of ease, one less weight to bear on heavy shoulders ― though it was apparent the same could not be said in regards to the knight. ayato could pretend this surprised him, but the dawn of his arrival was different too, in the way it set alight a kind of excitement he seldom felt. dreaded as it may be, he knew better than anyone it was inevitable. goodbyes always were.

“ it’s an omamori. ”　an amulet of protection. a rich blue with accents of white and gold, flowers embroidered meticulously alongside script that signify a wish for safe travels.　“ inazumans believe that when an omamori becomes damaged or lost, it's fulfilling its purpose of protecting you. so ... don’t fret if you lose it along the way. ”

in other words, be safe for me until we meet again.

          his initial reasons for coming to inazuma in the first place weren’t all in good faith. two of the five islands were seeped in lore that greatly fascinated him, and thanks to his informants, news told of another such place built atop ruins of an ancient civilisation, opened by none other than the traveller themselves. that alone was reason enough to take the diplomatic opportunity by the neck, they could recover the lost monstadtans who’d been displaced by the seizure of their visions, and then, kaeya might be able to do some exploration of his own, compelled by rumours, by mystery. there was rarely no ulterior motive behind his actions. it made friendships difficult, made connections, especially amongst other politicians difficult, and even still, to say that he wasn’t excited with the prospect of meeting with the yashiro commissioner once more would be a lie.

          one would think that not being in mondstadt anymore would force the frostwind knight into reeling in his chaotic behaviour ... and one would be wrong. there was something so stifling about the way ayato conducted himself in inazuma, and to think that kaeya believed he’d been uptight wherever else they’d had their diplomatic relations. he’d thought that home was supposed to be a place of rest, familiarity, and not stress beyond belief. although, whether keaya’s schemes to pull the commissioner from work to attend festivals, and go traversing through danger - frought territory made the stress go down some. if the mond diplomat’s presence seemed to make him weary at any point, then kaeya hadn’t caught onto that. he hoped at least, he thought himself rather good at reading people’s emotions, even those as guarded as the kamisato heir.

          the amulet falls gracefully, chain resting over his collarbones, weight of the jade resting over his sternum. maybe it was the placebo effect, or maybe it was actually imbued with the well wishes of the gifter, but kaeya already felt more secure. the knight was a sentimental sort of fool, to the point of being nervous about returning his own farewell gift. placed into ayato’s hands was a tome of poems, and throughout pages marked with kaeya’s elegant hand   (   notes, words he liked, sketches in the margins, analysis’ of the words he so loved, and even some reckless khaenri’ahn glyphs   )   there were pressed flowers throughout, some from mondstadt, and some from other nations. on one of the first pages rested a higanbana, one of the first flowers sent between them near the start of their correspondence. but both the language of flowers, and poetry were intrinsic parts of who kaeya was. sometimes the blooms made communicating easier than speech itself.

          if anything good, and pure, would come from him in this moment it was that of his feelings towards ayato, the kind of friendship he wished wasn’t tainted with politics and professionalism   —   wasn’t halted for months at a time by distance, and duty.

          the frostwind knight reached forward cautiously, aware enough of the people around them waiting for those departing for mondstadt to board, but also wrestling with a hesitation that could blossom into regret. ah, well, kaeya wasn’t exactly known for his indecisiveness. what looked to be a handshake at first, would turn into the knight reeling ayato in, embrace firm, and warm and all encompassing, slight desperation in the way kaeya’s fingers dug into ayato’s clothes. something like,   “   i’ll miss you   ”   among the mess of kaeya’s furs and his snow white hair.

          ‘   it will see me through,   i’m sure.   when next we meet,   i’ll have a flower for you then.   ’

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@shimoiro: the gifting of items more lavish, of celebrations more grand within the kamisato household had already taken place. with the festivities of the day coming to an end, the estate felt much quieter than usual. though ayato should feel more relieved in the quiet space, there was still one last gift he had yet to offer to zaitsu, one that felt slightly out of place earlier, amidst the presence of far too many eyes and ears. “ it’s nothing exceptional. ” and he’s correct. it wasn’t, really. a simple sketchbook to entertain his hobby of the arts, the cover carefully decorated by pressed moonflowers and soft strokes of ink. but moonflowers always reminded him of zaitsu — 夕顔 : face of the evening, a symbol of moon - lit night, of sins, of fleeting love. blooming beneath the stars, growing more fragrant when the world around them was fast asleep. among more eye - catching flowers and lush foliage, it may not always be the first thing that captures one’s attention. only those who are meticulous enough to pay extra mind would be able to revel in the beauty of the moonflower. there must've been a reason why murasaki chose this flower to represent tokonatsu no onna, why genji was so keen on picking one off the sagging eaves. and perhaps such reasons would align with why he’s grown to associate this flower with zaitsu in the first place. quiet. elusive. captivating, but in the most silent of ways. maybe he’ll explain this all to him some day, and by then, maybe zaitsu would have reached the page that contained a small note in the corner. but until then, for today, all he offers alongside the gift is a smile, and a typical greeting. “ 誕生日おめでとう。 ” the secret note, left to be read someday: you are my favorite face in the evening.

the celebrations that have gone on for the majority of the day and night have certainly exhausted the shinobi. if there is one thing that he will never get used to in comparison to his homeland and teyvat, it is how extravagant the people here are celebrated by their loved ones. that, and the sun, but those are two very different things.

breath of relief follows; the alcohol from earlier finally wearing off to the point of being able to think a little clearer. the head retainer had a way with words - he did not drink, but zaitsu did, and somehow ended up drinking his portion, too. after a warm bath, he is settled in his quarters, when approaching footsteps can be heard. onyx gaze is taken off of the moon as he steps away from the window, ready to greet whomever has decided to interrupt his rest.

"ayato." tone is one of surprise, a hand lifting to hold onto the other's wrist, not even registering the gift at first. concerned, he nearly thinks that something is wrong before finally, gaze settles on what is being offered. "oh? i was not expecting a personal gift from you." he is relieved, nonetheless, for this visit is not one of suffering, like he had initially assumed.

the appearance of his master is one that he never grows tired of, despite any sort of disdain he may play up in front of him or others. whilst the offering is accepted, zaitsu is more focused on the man who stands in front of him. "thank you for this. i'll make use of it." he comments on the sketchbook, making an inner note to take it all in properly once he is alone. the book is set aside before his hand pulls his companion closer to stand in front of the window with him.

"honestly.. i am not used to all that this world has to offer. it's entirely different from my own. blinding with beauty. here, i feel like i can selfishly be more than what i was before. if i want to travel and see the sights, i can. if i want to focus more on my art, i can."

his eyes close now, allowing the night's fresh air to cool off his heated skin. maybe the alcohol has not yet worn off in its entirety. for his palms suddenly and swiftly cup ayato's cheeks to make him look at him. once their eyes connect, zaitsu cannot ignore the pounding in his chest and the whirling in his stomach. "you inspire me to be a better person, even if it doesn't seem like that sometimes with my abominable attitude."

fingers run along his cheekbones, caressing his smooth skin in a gentle manner. very much unlike the ninja's usual self. "you are my muse." a whisper against his lips as his own hovers over ayato's. there's slight hesitation on if he should go forward. hesitance in terms of physical connection is not something that he ever experiences; not until now.

"i want to draw you until the day that i take my last breath." he laughs a little at his silly predicament he's put himself in. he's certain that the tips of his ears have shifted to a shade of red that's much brighter than any crimson tree that he has witnessed here. "i want to protect you in my own way."

his own face is only centimetres apart from his master's face. lips have certainly brushed against the other's at one point. treating ayato as though he is a delicate jewel, zai finally erases the last little bit of space between them. their lips connect in a kiss that is both passionate and gentle as an attempt to display his affection for him is made. soft murmurs can be heard each time a breath is taken, only one phrase is vocalized throughout the intimate contact.

" 愛してる。"

oh, how i am deeply in love with you.

[shimoiro]

i’m sure it’s quite obvious to people who’ve been following this account for awhile, but ayato is heavily affected by oldest - child syndrome. as playful and mischievous as he could be in interactions with those he’s close to, he carries an immense sense of responsibility beneath it. the constant need to overachieve, to be competent, to be someone people can lean on, all the while refusing to accept helping hands, so much so to the point where he’s actively pushing them away, has been a straining factor in many of his relationships. 

he’s had to live up to high expectations ever since he was little, and by the time he turned seventeen, his entire support system was gone, leaving him with a clan that had fallen from grace and leaving him responsible for its restoration. 

this side of ayato was always pretty clear, especially when it came to ayaka, but the interaction that is mentioned in thoma’s story further solidifies this aspect of his character and shows that it extends beyond his sister. the fact that in his most difficult moments, he tells those around him to leave when they can, to save themselves while he bears the burden is ? incredibly frustrating and annoying, really, but not all that surprising given his character. 

it’s not him trying to play hero, he just doesn’t know any other way to deal with the situation other than to try to do it by himself. 

[shimoiro]

for convenience sake, i’ll headcanon ayato to be twenty - seven years old in the present timeline until i get more information indicating otherwise, which would make him around seventeen years old by the time he becomes head of his clan.

[leneemusing]

affectionate prompts

“  i’m happy when you’re around.  ”

“  i like having you here.  ”

“  i’m glad you came.  ”

“  just tell me what you need.  let me give it to you?  ”

“  why are you smiling at me like that?  ”

“  i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else.  ”

“  you have a good heart.  ”

“  your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting.  ”

“  i’m all yours.  not going anywhere.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  ”  

“  i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now.  ”

“  follow me,  i have a surprise for you.  ”

“  you make me feel brave.  ”

“  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

“  c’mere.  sit down.  tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  i want you around.  if i didn’t,  i wouldn’t be here would i?  ”

“  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”  

“  here,  take my hand.  ”

“  stay still—  i’m trying to hug you.  ”

“  do you like my new dress?  ”

“  do you like my new suit?  ”

“  could you hug me again?  i think i need it.  ”

“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”  

“  i like watching you work.  ”  

“  just sit there.  i’m going to make you something to eat.  ” 

“  why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better?  ”

“  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ”

“  i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first.  ”

“  i know i need to go but—  one more kiss.  ”

“  here,  take my jacket.  you look like you need it more.  ”

“  keep the jacket,  looks better on you.  ”

“  you just make me feel good when you’re here.  i feel better any time you’re around.  ”

“  i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you.  ”

[ GRIN ]  for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile. 

[ PRESS ]  for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be. 

[ BOOP ]  for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger. 

[ LIGHT ]  for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek. 

[ WARM ]  for one muse to take off their jack and drape it around the other who is cold. 

[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset. 

[ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. 

[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk. 

[ REASSURE ]  for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture. 

[ SAFE ]  for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple. 

[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them. 

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc. 

[ HELD ]  for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.

[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  

[ LACE ]  for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk. 

[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin. 

[ SLEEP ]  one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them. 

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level. 

[ URGE ] for one muse to move their arm to be around the other’s shoulder or over the back of a chair so the one sitting next to them can scoot closer.