#archivalle

[peftei]

* ･ﾟ✧ @archivalle​ | closed starter

                It’s after midnight, long since his guest should have departed, long since he should have retired for the night. What was the use? To stare up at the sterol ceiling? Hadn’t he seen enough sterol things, buildings, objects, people in the thirds he had just escaped? The seconds are ticking by and he counts them like heartbeats. One. Two. Three. But whose heartbeat are you counting, yours or hers? 

                He watches with the barest hint of the most genuine smile Jakurai’s face had seen in weeks, as Hifumi battles with an energy bar wrapper. She had already been picking at one - no doubt only because Jakurai would scold her if she didn’t eat something despite it being her day off. She was hardly anything sterol with smeared lipgloss - still stained on from the shift prior, golden glitter tipped with winged eyeliner that had long since begun to run and smudge. With unkept hair and swallowed in one of his hoodies, she was fucking beautiful. 

                Uncrossing holy legs from where he had been sitting and he crosses the room to hold his hand out to her in a silent request. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

[dyvini]

@archivalle​ you should have stopped me when you had the chance

               " professor? will you speak to felix for me? he's been acting strange lately, but i know he wouldn't tell me if i asked. perhaps you can get through to him. "

               what was she supposed to say to ingrid when asked such an important favor of her? no? of course not. over the past few months, she had grown terribly fond of her students; even if she were not their professor, she would do her best to guide them. frankly, she, too, had noticed felix's change in behavior, but felt it not her place to comment. for ingrid to come to her requesting she check up on him...well, perhaps it was worse than she thought.

               it was his turn for stable-duty, if she recalled correctly, and so, once her work for the day was finished, she would make her way there as the sun began to set. on account of a short detour, it took her slightly longer to get there than usual...but she caught a glimpse of him as he disappeared into a stall. good, he was still there. tracking him down would have been a pain. ( well, not really, he would be in the training grounds, of course. )

               she waits for him outside, leaning against the stall door beside the one he went into, and twirling one of the wooden swords she had grabbed before going there. whether or not he even noticed her was unclear — and unimportant, as she'd speak regardless of if he acknowledged her or not.

               " in an ideal situation, you would simply tell me what's been bothering you. " the other wooden sword is tossed in his direction as she pushes off the wall, head canted to the side. " yet...i know you better than that, which is why i brought these. i anticipated having to knock some sense into you...literally. "

[regentlike]

   Cont’d  |  @archivalle​

     Soft finger   reached   out   softly   to   his  bare   torso , voice   laced  with   concern.  Weeks  of  just  barely  knowing   each   other ,  feels   like   as   if   it   had   already  been   a  year    of   comradery  ,  connection   so   deep   that    neither   Aerith    nor   the   person   of  interest   understood   and   both    has   their   own   terms   of   dealing   with   it.   One   with  eagerness  to    figure   it   out   while   the   other   tries   to  succumbed   into  a  colder  isolation.

     With  a   shrug  off   from  the   soldier ,  a  small  pout   had  formed   on   Aerith’s   face ,   huffing   at   slight  annoyance   on   how   little    he   seemed    to   care   for   himself.    Taking  up   the   role   as   a   ‘ body  guard ‘    way   to   seriously  ,  when   he   knew   he   can  also   share    the   burden    of   fending    off    some   monsters    with   her.     With  sigh   the   Cetran , followed   to   catch   up   with   Cloud ,   stopping   around   to   block   his  path , arms  placed  on   her   hips   as   she   leaned   in   close   to  him.    To   reprimand   him.

“  Well  too   bad   mister ,  I’ll  ‘  worry  about  it ‘ . “    She   stated   sternly.   “  I wouldn’t   want   anything   to  happen   to   my    bodyguard   now ,  don’t  i ?   A   little   help   from   me   won’t   hurt   you   at   all ,   cloud~ “ 

[repetiita-a]

                                                             starter || @archivalle​

“ You broke our contract !” Those words alone were enough to catch the attention of any onlooking citizen in Liyue, but for the man to yell it at such a volume and not hold the integrity and decency of dealing with this mishap privately, now that turned heads. Perhaps that was the point. To win the argument by gaining the support of a third party.

Even with their god of contracts dead, the people of Liyue continued to hold contracts in such high reverence. 

“I did not.” Replied the offender. Small in stature yet bolstering and loud as the thin lipped merchant in front of her. Call her a thief all he wants, but at no point did she agree to the terms he set out before she left Liyue weeks ago. Canon, in all her ‘wit’, found a loophole in Liyue’s customs and exploited it, is all. And with Rex Lapis DEAD, what was he going to do? Smite her with a rock? 

“There was no contract.”

[kingfell]

"Here," The hand extended hesitates briefly, nervous expression flitting across his brow briefly before it's squashed beneath sheer determination — to help, or perhaps, to serve his own peculiar need to appear strong in front of her despite the fact it'd likely be no trouble at all for her to hop up the small incline after him; asking him if he understood his own motivation would be a journey.  "Let me help you up. You sure you're okay coming along? I could ask Prompto, or something..." // from noct

a soft smile appears on her face, gaze shifting between his hand and eyes. yes, she was more than capable to make her way up herself, and were it anyone else she would make an effort to make that known. but this was different. of course, she would take any opportunity to hold onto the hand she had longed for. gently placing her hand in his, she ever so gracefully pulls herself up to his side.

" thank you. " her head bows a little out of habit, though realizing she had done it makes a small laugh fall from her. " yes, i'm more than happy to join you. besides, a small walk... or climb i suppose-- is just what i needed. " // @archivalle

[peftei]

* ･ﾟ✧ @archivalle | closed starter

                Caged heart beats, RATTLES AGAINST HER RIBS as the girl stalks through the night - less lion than PREY in the shadows where not even the light of the moon could reach her. Nemu’s fingers curl against the bracelet she wears at the soft of her wrist that is concealed under her brother’s old jacket; S T O L E N . It is a nervous tick she had long since picked up. The artifact is a prayer, a promise made to them by the very woman who broke it. Still, the orphaned child demands to find solace in it. 

                She moves silently through the back alleyways like a feline, sticking to the shadows as best she could. Though she is just as dangerous as any motherfucker out there - there are more things that go bump in the night than monsters. Her father had taught her that. She was a spitfire with a tongue like a knife - but knives were child’s play with the newer mics these days. And somethings never changed - this may be a woman’s world now - but not out here. Not in the lion’s den. Not when you’re the younger sister of the notorious gangsters that ran these streets. 

                She rounds the corner of one of the bustling clubs, finding safety in the street light that strokes her face with empty promises of safety in a crowd. Nemu has been so careful to blend in, baggy clothes to HIDE THE CURVES of what was once feminine, star light hair tucked into another hat Sama had discarded without so much of a thought as to where it might have gone. As far as any thug may be concerned she was just another man in the dark. So eager to finally see her way back home, she trips as clumsy feet collide with something - someone -  ❝ I’m so sorry ! ❞

[tartabinger]

@archivalle​ sent: // it seems like an Obvious one but how about Family?? like especially w/ regards to his story quest if u've done it, curious how u perceive his actions + the things he does for his family 

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Oh ho ho! (Yes, this is my descent into villainy)

So I’ve not actually played the quest yet because once I do, Childe will be gone forever until either he comes back in a banner or he has another quest and I’m not quite ready for that commitment yet (so I actually haven’t played as Childe AT ALL) however I have watched his story quest multiple times but obviously it’s a much different experience playing it for yourself.

Regarding family, Childe - or rather, Ajax - is very oriented around them. There’s a mini TikTok series theorising why people get certain Visions and they mention how Hydro holders all have a duty to carry out - Ajax decided his duty is to protect his family from the horrors he witnessed in the Abyss, which is why he dragged himself out of there after being trapped for three months and he continues with this duty in his vow to become stronger. So the strong, protective feelings he has towards his family are the reason he even has a Vision in the first place.

His motives are pure when it comes to protecting Teucer as his own childhood was ripped from him at the age of 14. This post really puts my thoughts into words well but I shall do my best to give other thoughts and not regurgitate this person’s hard work.

Everything Ajax does is to help and protect his family but he doesn’t realise how not exposing them to dangers actually endangers them further. He genuinely believes he will be there to deflect any threat posed to them. Perhaps it’s a matter of projection; maybe he fears that his siblings will end up like him if they’re exposed to the dangers of the world and-- realistically? They won’t be if he just let me experience the world for what it really is.

This expectations both parties have that he will be there no matter what puts them all in danger. His siblings will struggle to fend for themselves (particularly if he ends up kicking the bucket) and him pushing himself harder to rescue them will bite him in the ass eventually - as seen when he uses Foul Legacy to protect Teucer’s innocence regarding Mr Cyclops.

Ajax’s innocent lie has spiralled out of control to the point that telling the truth now will hurt more than telling the truth in the first place - even a variant of the truth would have been better than creating a lie just to have Teucer look up to him. Because of the fragility of this facade, someone is absolutely going to get hurt and you know what? Childe is going to do his damndest to make sure that someone is him.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

      Mukuro also tended to stick out of a crowd, which made it even more surprising at how good she was at her job。 Speaking of, as she waited to meet up with someone, Mukuro tended to people watch which in itself wasn’t so bad so long as she didn’t keep her eyes on someone for longer than she had to。 However, there were still some individuals that she’d keep her gaze lingering on even after their gazes would meet once they realized they were being watched。

      With her own cigarette held between her lips, which would briefly twitched up into a smirk once she caught how annoyed she seemed to have made this guy, seeing at how he aggressively dashed out the cigarette he had。 Taking her cigarette from between her lips, holding the butt between her index and middle digits, she quickly flicked the red lip stained part of the cigarette to flick off some loose ash before putting it back between her lips as he approach。

      Were she someone else, she might have been rather scared or heavily intimidated at the method in which he approached her。 But that reaction was quickly learned away the more time she spent working with that Yakuza。 Before she responded to him, Mukuro took the cigarette back out of her mouth,  「sorry, I was just admiring the scenery〜」

【 @archivalle​ 】 cont. from 【here】