#artehydro

[revuestars]

@artehydro​ // i absolutely am not messing with you (he absolutely is)

     no , y’gotta be lying ! i was scary there ! sometimes people didn’t know i was just a kid ! they wouldn’t just call me a carrot head after all that !

[royalstorm]

011 . pinkie promise !  /  soft touch prompt .

“So, essentially ... what you’re telling me is that you refuse to comply unless I ‘ pinkie promise ’ to buy you and your brother ... ice cream cones?” 

Here the Yuheng thought that reiterating his request aloud couldn’t have been any more embarrassing than simply processing it. 

She reaches a gloved hand to her chin, posed in thought. She'd have absolutely no qualms about accommodating this simple wish had Childe been anybody else — unaffiliated with the Fatui, unlinked to Osial’s reawakening ... and given the circumstantial nature of their, for lack of a better word, alliance, it’s easier to assume the worst. 

A few beats pass, spent in silence outside of the morning birds’ chorus and idle small talk between pedestrians. Keqing finally lets loose a sigh as her hand falls from under her chin to grasp that of her companion’s.

“Fine,” marks her cold and curt surrender, their pinkie fingers hooking in tandem. Then, after heaving another sigh —half-lidded eyes narrowly avoiding his — she recites, 

“I make a pinkie promise, I keep it all my life. I break a pinkie promise, you throw me on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze my tongue off so I never lie again.”

A vague scarlet tinges her cheeks the moment she draws their “pinkie promise” to a close. “Well, then — ” Keqing intones as casually as she could muster. Even as her gaze remains low and laden with chagrin, she can tell that the two brothers were grinning from ear to ear at one another.

Seeing herself out the opposite direction, she calls out to them, “ — Let’s get going. Believe it or not, but that ice cream is not going to eat itself.”

@artehydro​ .

[akruiisora]

@artehydro​

      Ever  since  meeting  Teucer,  there  has  been  some  form  of  conflict  in  Aether's  heart,  an  overwhelming  tidal  wave  that  hits  just  as  hard  as  that  damned  whale.  The  Traveler  had  righteous  anger  against  Tartaglia  for  their  first  match  in  the  Golden  House,  especially  after  awakening  Osial;  there  was  still  heavily  placed  mistrust  that  plagued  his  mind  whenever  he  saw  the  Harbinger.  

      He  knows  that  Childe  was  only  following  orders  deep  down,  but  Aether  is  nothing  more  than  a  stubborn  individual,  and  accepting  this  fact  will  never  indeed  be  placed  upon  his  tongue.  Those  words  may  never  leave  his  lips.

      All  of  this  pain  from  the  betrayal  held  onto  Aether  like  a  vice,  his  threat  echoing  in  his  mind,  bouncing  around  to  curse  his  mind.  

——————————————————————————————————       ❝   You're  not  afraid  that  I  might  end  you  right  here?  ❞   He  meant  it,  as  cruel  as  it  sounded.  There  was  this  dangerous  edge  to  it;  the  threat  was  clear  as  day,  a  promise,  nothing  more.  

       ❝   I  figured  that  you  probably  wouldn't  take  me  out  in  front  of  my  little  brother.  ❞ ——————————————————————————————————

      He's  done  worse  things  in  his  past,  traversing  between  worlds,  meeting  unexplainable  and  extraordinary  individuals.  Just  as  he  had  nurtured  disease-ridden  worlds,  purifying  oceans  and  nations,  playing  a  benevolent  god  amongst  the  people  for  a  more  significant  gain  for  the  secrets  of  untapped  knowledge.  .  .  he  had  also  wielded  his  saber  with  a  terrifying  elegance,  a  warlike  seraph  amongst  the  mortals  that  dared  to  question  his  judgment.

      Perhaps  losing  his  divinity  has  made  him  feel  mortal,  for  the  same  statement  from  the  Harbinger  had  calmed  the  raging  wildfire  that  had  taken  hold  in  his  heart.  Aether  wanted  to  rebuke  Childe  at  that  moment,  to  insist  that  he  doesn't  care,  that  Lumine  is  not  the  same  as  his  brother.  

      He  hates  that  he  can  relate  to  Childe;  he  resents  that  he  understands  the  motivation  to  protect  childhood  dreams.  Aether  had  promised  Lumine  that  they'd  always  be  together,  that  as  the  elder  sibling,  his  duty  was  to  protect  her,  and  not  only  has  he  failed  to  do  so  ---  breaking  his  promise  with  her  shattered  Aether  more  than  he  had  realized.  

    Even  after  learning  that  Childe  wanted  to  travel  alongside  him,  even  inviting  him  to  visit  his  family,  there  is  something  that  has  been  bothering  Aether  for  that  reason  alone.  Now,  he  doesn't  feel  as  much  vehemence  as  he  once  did  for  the  other  man,  but  there  is  this  soft  tang  of  jealousy.  

      It  seems  so  much  from  the  fact  that  Childe  still  has  his  family,  that  he  hasn't  lost  them  despite  it  all,  and  the  emptiness  that  has  once  consumed  Aether's  heart  only  seems  to  grow  bigger  by  that  understanding  alone.  

      His  internal  turmoil  had  taken  hold  of  not  only  his  mind  but  also  his  body,  and  when  he  fought  against  Childe  in  their  sparring  match,  he  did  not  move  to  avoid  being  hit  by  the  torrents  of  water  with  enough  pressure  to  leave  flourishing  wounds  upon  his  body.  Aether  coughs  out  the  excess  water  that  managed  to  be  inhaled,  resting  his  weight  against  his  sword;  he's  already  known  he's  lost  this  match  this  time  ---  but  he  forces  himself  to  stand  despite  it  all  ---  golden  gaze  piercing  into  the  ocean  itself.  

      ❝  Again.  ❞  Aether's  voice  is  ragged,  already  exhausted,  but  he  drives  himself  to  take  another  step  towards  Childe,  even  when  he  feels  his  stance  buckle.  ❝  Let's  go  again.  ❞

[illuminete]

@dawnsdarkside​ said:

just one

@artehydro​ said:

absolutely not

Sorry Childe, she can’t hear you over Diluc being the BEST.

[anemonti-arch]

@artehydro​ ↠ LIFT! up in the air you go, venti! || ✦

     And up in the air he goes! He would be lying if he said he wasn’t caught by surprise when he was thrown up into the air, and yet there wasn’t a single complaint from the bard. In fact, once he was airborne, he used the winds to keep himself up there with a child-like laughter.

              ❛ How’s the weather down there? ❜

[adcptus]

@artehydro​ called for Moon Carver!

     “Childe, Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui. What brings you to One’s shrine? There is nothing for you here.”

[dawnstrap]

☆ --  @artehydro​ .

LIKE ANEMO’S FORCE, a firm gasp escapes him  --  a tumble, a trip, an almost-fall-down  -- his coffee beverage goes flying through the air as he keeps himself from landing full - force on the pavement. liyue is crowded today, much more than usual, & while trying to maintain distance from one person, he’d fall right into personal - space of another. this time, though, it was a little more dramatic than a potential invasion of space. 

he turns quickly to see what devastation has occurred, or if devastation has occurred & sure enough  .  .  .  there he stands, a total stranger, dripping with iced cold brew.       shiiit.

                          ❝   oh -- oh no !        awww, man  .  .  .  ❞

he gives a brief cough, & it is awkward as hell.

                 ❝   good thing it wasn’t  .  .  .  hot ?  uh .   ❞

he’s tripping over his words.

                                             ❝  i -- i mean . you okay ?  ❞

[bardofbarbatos]

@artehydro​ : LIFT! woosh, god of wind flying through the air now

Send “LIFT” to lift my muse off the ground.

Venti laughed as he was thrown in the air. He looked below to see Zhongli’s friend. It wasn’t hard to see why the Zhonglli was fond of the younger. Smiling the bard watched as  the ameno sigil appeared under the harbring’s feet. “Ahaha, you can’t just throw the wind and not expect some play to be had.” He watched the gust of wind launch the other into the.  The winds curled and allowed the archon to meet the one who threw him in the air. “ He didn’t think you could throw one of Mondstadt’s bards without being thrown as well did you?” He smiled looking below as the wind lowered them gently to the ground.