#auricwings

[adeptial]

it was a curious thing   —   the traveller’s penchant for preferring to keep his mouth closed, and over something as simple as canines. to conform to the societal beauty standards of any one race was so limiting. bestial, he’d been called, a tempest of a being. fangs would mark those destined to be warriors, survivors, and aether was no exception. so they called him celestial, divine, not of this world. there was something grounding in finding something in common. when xiao pulled back the corner of his mouth with a hooked finger to show his sharpened fangs it was with no ounce of shame, almost child - like with his casual competitiveness.   “   mine are sharper.   ”   /   🍃   @auricwings​ ♥’d.

[caelumsaltator]

@auricwings​ sent:  “That was my blanket! Come on…” @ lumine ( u cant tell me they dont steal each other's stuff all the time) ||  Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters -- Always accepting! They do -- how could they nOT?

“But I’m cold.” She retorts, snuggling up in the blanket even further. With how it was hugging her, some could say it was trying to eat her. Not that she’d mind -- the warmth was more than accepted. There’s a bit of a smile on her face, pressing her face into the fabric. Small form curls up into a ball. There’s still a bunch of the blanket left, if she was willing to share it. “You were complaining that you were too hot. Now it’s mine.”

[scaramouched-a]

@auricwings​ asked:

“ to some, war is merely a chess game, and to others, a horror of responsibility for the blood of men. where do you fall on this? ”

“ are you calling this a war?? ” there’s no accusation in their voice — they suppose he’s right, after all. this traveler. this boy. this hero. “ i know the answer you want. you want me to say that i fall onto the latter, that i know this is a horror and that there’s blood on my hands. ” scaramouche laughs, a dry and humorless sound, as their gaze tilts upwards towards the sky. “ but i could be wrong about that. maybe you want the truth, that it’s all a chess game, all a matter of wits and emerging victorious. ”

they level their gaze slowly, turning just enough for their eyes to flick to aether. “ tell me, traveler: which answer do you want?? the one that gives you hope of redemption, or the one that absolves you of any guilt when you try to kill me?? ”

[caelumsaltator]

@auricwings​ sent:  “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” || Nightmare Starters

What nightmares plague the Traveler at this hour? Rather, why he came to the Captain of all people was an interesting query. Nonetheless, he was never one to turn down someone who needs a hand. Even if it’s listening to a dream in a stressed mind. 

“There’s a sight that not many get to see this time of year outside the city’s walls. Perhaps we can catch it.” Ah, a mild distraction should help. How the fireflies tend to gather, and dance with the Lamp Grass is certainly a picture that needed to be painted. “Care to join me for a bit of a walk?”

[geo-archon]

@auricwings​​ || x.  “What brings you to the pier at this hour?”

“Hm?” He turns at the familiar voice, smile pulling at his lips instantaneously. “Ah-- Aether. It’s good to see you again.”

Turning his eyes back to the shoreline, moon hanging heavily in the sky and reflected in the small waves of the vast, sea stretched out before them, Zhongli knows the answer to this question. Feels it deep in his core and recognized the momentary feeling of loss some time after a rather late dinner. After closing up the funeral parlor and saying his goodbyes. Wandering the streets of Liyue and admiring the people from afar...always from afar.

It was such a strange predicament to find himself in. Lost within a city that once belonged to him. Unfamiliar with the faces belonging to families long since passed. Hyperaware of the knowledge that he was so unlike those laughing around him. Indulging in such menial, day-to-day activities. And yet...he’d chosen to don their skin. Walk amongst them and become apart of this simple life of theirs.

With a small sigh, he keeps his gaze on the view granted to them from the pier.

“I imagine the same thing that’s brought you here at this hour,” he turns back to the young man. “Unless, of course...you’ve simply come to enjoy the view?”

[abysslarchiving]

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

          if kaeya's partner is not smaller than him, yes, he will. he revels in it, the scent, the warmth, the familiarity. he loves the familiarity of it more than anything. although, i think he gets more amusement from partners stealing clothes from himself. he never really minds if the piece is intricate or expensive either, just the idea of a partner parading around in something that belongs to him is enticing.

                                                            vanilla sundae.

[abysslarchiving]

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

          yes ! but, it would depend on the partner. that line becomes important when it comes to kaeya because he has a very reflective personality, and his emotional languages can be altered to suit a partner's wants and needs. while he is capable of being grandeur he is also capable of reeling in exactly how much he wants to touch his partners. that being said, kaeya's natural inclination is definitely towards public displays of affection.

                                                            vanilla sundae.

[melodicbreeze]

💋

First five get kisses! (1/5)

   “Of course.” There’s a laugh as he grabs Aether’s hand, tugging him to place a kiss right between his eyes.

“There.”