#ahlite

[stillgrows]

starter for @ahlite

"Tough time to be a hero," the former (complicated) Harbinger said as they made their presence known. Their voice was devoid of true sympathy, although there was a twinge of something not far off from it. It was a time of tough choices and shit people, and they wouldn't pretend to envy the Traveler. Yet here they were nonetheless. "You really are too nice, taking on everyone's problems like they're your own."

Fixing everything. Humans, gods, everyone in between... they all had their ways of taking more than one could give, and the Traveler was clearly experiencing that firsthand. "But where does that leave you?" It was a loaded question, their indigo eyes visibly serious even from the distance they were maintaining. There was a very real chance she'd attack them without any real provocation, and they were ready to respond in kind—but they didn't want this to end in a fight. They were here to negotiate.

[ruinedheart-a]

❛ klee hasn’t been able to stop telling me stories of your last journey together. she’s missed your company, as have i. ❜ there was a moment of consideration to keep the latter half of that sentence to himself, but why conceal an absolute truth? what good does it do to hide the yearnings of a —— heart? quiet smile graces inhuman features as he dares to turn towards @ahlite. ❛ it made me envious, that i couldn't accompany her. that i could've seen you sooner. ❜

[heavenlyprinciples]

it's easy to laugh── shattered ribcages, hollow lungs── it's easy to stay silent, too. lumine looks at her &. sees / a face worn down around the edges / bloodied & broken wings, torn out of bone &. sinew &. flesh / something, something erased; a mirror in pain &. devastation &. a girl stretched too thin. he brushes his fingers against the billowing whisper of the winds &. wonders why fate has tormented them so.

“ i know, ” he says with a laugh, because it's easy / BECAUSE IT'S ALL HE HAS LEFT. “ i've let dainsleif try many times. ” he wishes it was enough── that the abyssal poison that runs through the earth / that the weight of celestia's chosen could crush him to dust. ( once, a long, hundred years ago, zhongli told them this: ‘ even a stone can tire. ’ ) maybe this, though, would be enough. something otherworldly &. strange, something familiar &. reminiscent.

the irony is not lost upon them. ( 𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕ ahlite. )

[heavenlyprinciples]

venti smiles, refreshing like a cool breeze on a summer day── that very same breeze billows around them, coalescing under her feet. a gentle push, a careful tug, &. she lifts lumine into the air with her, free hand wrapping around her waist. gentle, careful── slowly, as not to startle him. ( like he's a caged animal; cornered &. frightened with no other option but to bite. &. maybe, venti thinks sadly, that's not far from the truth. ) " the wind wants to help you, too. "

untethered, now, unchained from the earth── venti hums, an old man's tune from centuries past, as they move. it might have been a victory cheer, or a broken heart's ballad / but those details have been swept away long long ago, carried away with the dandelion seeds. " see? it's easy. " one step forwards, both to the side, backwards── repeating gentle, careful, slow. " you have nothing to worry about. " ( 𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕ ahlite. )

[ruinedheart-a]

❛  i’ve never noticed this constellation before.  ❜ artisan fingers paint the trail along the skin of her shoulder, careful to stay within the confines of intricate designs and star mapped patterns. it feels as if with every journey taken, they return with another story / another collapsing piece of themselves that has become another legend seared into their sky. he’s slow to pull his hand away if only to allow for a proper view, he’s slow to lean closer towards the muscle; albedo is slow in all of his actions, for the option of escape was and would always be within @ahlite​’s reach. but the night sky welcomes him into their space and he could only hope they forgive him for being so bold as to press a kiss against one of their stars. ❛  and now, i’ll be sure to never forget it.  ❜

[flowerwept]

both of these are right

[flowerwept]

@ahlite of course yr my first starter i’m rain exclusive

When he’d seen that flash of light tear through the heavens Hermes’s first thought was that SOMETHING WAS WRONG -- that one of Meteion’s many sisters had tumbled back down through the heavens, her wings clipped, dead / because it was death / and it was ugly, and it was never beautiful for those that man brought into the world. No matter what the others claimed.

Imagine his surprise, then, when he approached the patch of grass where the star had touched the ground and found not one of the Meteia but someone who, Hermes could say with absolute certainty, did not belong to this world.

Hermes stoops next to the figure, a hand snaking out from his robe to touch the other’s shoulder to test its warmth / cold, but not dead. ALIVE. THANK GOODNESS...  “Excuse me,”  his voice wavers. The hand on the anomaly’s shoulder gives a gentle shake.  “Are you hurt?”

[lifesmold]

he wasn’t too sure what would be the correct response to their scarring. the flower blooms against starlight skin and it was beautiful the same way it was terrifying / a reminder of the struggles faced in the region of lightning and storm. would their body continue to become a canvas for the cruelty of others, painted in betrayal and torn at the seams by the monsters of this world? did these scars elicit the same reaction out of them that his own imperfection brought out of him? ❛  this realm has treated you unjustly, my star.  ❜ artistic hand traces the angry scrawls with a delicacy / treats the jagged lines like a work of art. because even in this, there was a beauty belonging solely to @ahlite​. ❛  could you feel it, when she struck you?  ❜