#aniimxses

[devoutism]

              ➟ a closed starter for @aniimxses

​the soft caress of rainwater hitting the rooftop could be heard within the kamisato estate , a therapeutic drum that felt unusually nostalgic in some way. in fact , the rhythmic lull was enough to bring anyone to sleep , especially on colder evenings such as today , though by no means did it seem to actually stir the residents within. there was no time for rest , especially in the case of thoma , who walks briskly with a wooden tray in hands , careful digits gripped tightly as to avoid anything spilling. sweet and savory scents elevates and dances , a hot dish perfect for combating the ongoing storm outside. 

ayato had not ordered thoma directly to make this meal , however with the way that the older gentleman locked himself away for hours on end , how could one possibly find the time for nourishment ? a retainer’s job was never truly done , especially when it came to a certain pair of siblings within the clan ; his perception and attention to detail was the reason he was the best at his job. 

once he does reach his destination , the blond sharply inhales , gingerly shifting the weight of the tray into one arm , before a knuckle raises. two gentle knocks - thoma knew how particular the head commissioner could be regarding noise.

   ❛  kamisato-san , your dinner is prepared if you have an appetite ... i can leave the tray for you outside your door , if you prefer some privacy.  ❜

[devoutism]

@aniimxses​ asked : “ Let me buy you another drink. "

the retainer never allowed himself the freedom to enjoy himself , let alone with good company as kazuha. thoma always tries to present himself as professional as possible , because even when he wasn’t working , he was always representing the kamisato clan. an extension , like a cog in the wheel , and he could not tarnish their reputation. not after everything they did for him , especially when they offered so much kindness to him. 

however , on very rare , extremely circumstantial times , thoma perhaps allows himself to have an extra beverage or two. and , sometimes , he orders something that feels like molten lava that rests in his belly and brings a flame to his cheeks. seriously , was it always this warm in here ? suddenly the blond feels like he’s wearing too much and he half-heartedly tugs at the bottom hem of his shirt , fingers curling into the fabric. the offer is made and he’s now shaking his head slightly ; at one point in the night he had let his hair out of its tie so golden locks now roll over his shoulders , framing his face. 

    ❛   a-are you sure ? i feel like you’ve spent too much on me already .. ! you’re going to spoil me kazuha --  ❜

[risingsol]

On the mountain, Albedo's only company is usually the howling winds, the swirling snow, and the crackling fire. One might think they'd go mad with only themselves for company for such an extended period of time, but the alchemist has adjusted to the comfort of solitude. The acceptance that perhaps, his presence was best suited for loneliness. To exist singularly as a singularity.

So when he hears footsteps descend upon his camp, he turns, and rewards his visitor with a gentle, warm smile. "Traveler," He speaks softly, like a dream. "It's good to see you." ( @aniimxses )

@aniimxses

Although the life of an adventurer would be one that tended to be rife with a variety of experiences, Aether found an appreciation for consistency early on. Consistency was a hard thing to come by during his travels - the good kind of consistency anyway. It was easy to note that there were certain types of flowers that whopperflowers liked to disguise themselves as, that treasure hoarders would undoubtedly gather around ancient ruins in the lands of Liyue, and that nobushi would be seated along the sandy lines of Inazuma's coastline.

Thus the traveler was fairly thankful when good consistencies did occur - being able to find Albedo in his outside lab up high in the frigid peaks of Dragonspine was one such thing. There were times when Timaeus or Sucrose or even Jean had tasks to inform the other of or even things to give him, but not today. After all, it was normal to drop by and see friends whenever possible, right?

"Albedo! Good to see you too, looks like you're still nice and cozy up here, huh? How goes the research? Anything noteworthy?"

[freedomwisp]

Xiao leans onto his spear for support, the corners of his vision blurring gradually as he treks through the desolate plains of Liyue. Dark energy pours off of him in waves, mixing with the blood that rolls off of him in rivulets and dripping into the earth like black ichor. His gait his heavy and wavering, precariously teetering for balance. The only thing keeping him going is the sweet succor of the wind that calls to him. (@aniimxses)

The darkness was tangible enough to feel as if it could be touched, wilting the flowers and grass underneath its unforgiving pressure. It had been a long time since he had felt it this strongly yet at the same time it felt like merely a blink had passed since the last time, memories of waves lapping at the stones and a lone yaksha standing by the shore still fresh in his mind. His feet didn't touch the ground as he followed those dark wisps that seemed to be taunting his wind, worry growing the closer to the source he got; even he started to feel nauseated from the taste and weight of it.

He couldn't even imagine what Xiao was going through at the moment.

To his relief, he found the adeptus relatively quickly, though the relief quickly gave way to shock and concern as he landed on the dead grass and fell to his knees in front of the adeptus in the same second. His hands reached up, fingers thumbing at the broken edges of the mask until he found a patch of skin he could connect with above his cheek.

"You pushed yourself too hard again," he chastised softly, teal eyes studying the adeptus with concern; it seemed like the other could barely hold himself up, most of his weight braced against the spear and he prepared himself to catch the other should he actually fall over.

"Can you come back to me?"

@aniimxses

[adversaryss]

@aniimxses:

There's the shift of chains in the darkened cell, bright blue eyes piercing the darkness to ask, "...Oi, if you're not going to eat that, pass it over, would you? They say it's a sin to waste food, even in prison." ...And then upon tasting it, the tray is pushed off so hard into the corner that bits of food go scattering about. "Nevermind that, I'd rather rot in hell than live to see another day in here." There's the sound of spit landing into the dirt. - Vanitas

Dull blue eyes scan over their cellmate for the evening, noting the stark contrast between the man's fine clothing and rather... coarse way of speaking. He even goes so far as to spit. So this is the infamous Vanitas he's heard so much about?

How charming.

"Haha!" Childe laughs as if he's just been told a funny joke, leaning forward from his corner to rest his elbows on his knees. He toys with a bit of stale potato that rolled back his way with the tip of one boot. "You know, you might just get your wish after all, because I overheard from the wardens that someone here was on trial for a capital offense."

He tips his head to the side with a knowing smile. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think my causing a public disturbance warrants that big of a penalty, hm?"