Why must destiny be so cruel..... We cannot see each other again.... S...S-cat-amouche....
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Why must destiny be so cruel..... We cannot see each other again.... S...S-cat-amouche....
@balladeeznutz said ; “ you are far too flirty with me. “ / from: 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒:
𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, only to be expressed through a special kind of melody called laughter as Scaramouche´s words reached his ears, only for his gaze to find itself slowly softening upon meeting his eyes once again, and realizing that his little not-so secret have just been found. ❝ — Oh, so you’ve finally found out? took you long enough ! ❞ He spoke in between joyous little chuckles, clearly teasing the poor man; ❝ Is there an issue with that ? Hmmm......I wonder..... Unless— Don’t tell me you....! ❞ He now raised his hands to cover his mouth in an act of surprise, only to quickly uncover his mouth once again as he now leaned much closer to the harbinger (invading once again; his personal space); and with his hands now reaching to gently cup the sides of his cheeks, Venti’s eyes sparkled in a different shade of aqua and green, one that unconciously, has become another little secret of his whenever it came to him. His eyes were simply— filled with a special kind of fondness, the type only flowers and beautiful clouds have earned from him, one unknown to any man. It had slowly become the type of gaze that was reserved only for him.
❝ — Scaramouche, are you embarrassed? Does it make your heart flutter when I sing to you words of praise and affection? ❞ He inquired in a now much calmer tone of voice, almost like a whisper, and for a second, the world seemed to take an abrupt stop and melt behind him as his hands remained holding Scaramouche’s face in between them; thumbs now unconciously making their way to tenderly caress his porcelain skin, porcelain skin that so often had given the impression of being made out of sheer ice, it was now to him like holding a little piece of sun in between his hands.
If only he was the sun..... then he was well aware that he wouldn’t mind getting burned by him. If like Icarus, he was meant to never reach him, then that was a fate he was willing to embrace; for love had no limits, and his? it wholeheartedly belonged to him.
❝ That sounds so magical ! ❞ He exclaimed with surprise as he came back to his regular mischievous self; almost as if....... wanting to brush past those previous thoughts of his.... ❝ Do you feel butterflies in your stomach right now? Do you feel that heat? ❞ and he then proceeded to poke the other´s stomach in curiosity; ❝ —Or perhaps you are just hungry- if that’s the case, then allow me to bring you to my secret apples hideout! the best apples in Mondstadt, you have my word ! ❞
@balladeeznutz said ; “ you know you love me. “ / from: 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒:
❝ — Would that make you happy ? ❞ He inquires with curiosity and a little bit of mischief as he comfortably rests his cheek against his crossed arms, a chuckle escaping his lips as his eyes adoringly met his from a now more comfortable distance. What a bold assumption did his trusty companion just made....... and how amusing it was to the archon to hear him speak out his mind without restraints ! He talked about love, and he talked about knowing of love; about having found his little secret, and upon being caught...... Has shame ever been part of the bard? there was nothing to be ashamed of, for he was right, but that was not precisely what mattered to him, or what caught his attention the most in any case- the thing that truly mattered was...... that perhaps.....Venti himself hasn´t been doing a bad job at loving him; for Scaramouche has just confessed his awareness regarding those feelings of his, and thus he was aware that as a matter of fact, he was being loved.
Lifting his head up from resting against his crossed arms, Venti shifted back to move to a more proper position, his gaze drifting away to the nothingness as his voice got once again, tainted in sincerity. ❝ — One day.... if one day we end up parting ways, there is only one thing I ask you to remember, not my face, not my voice, but that once upon a time, you were loved. Could you promise me that? ❞
@balladeeznutz &&. liked for a LYRIC STARTER!
❝ i’m not calling you a liar, ❞ though his skeptical tone suggested otherwise, ❝ just don’t lie to me. ❞
❦ ϟ (these two I had in mind in the terms of thanks to the traveler sorta situation). Then obviously as they vibe can see where things go and stuff too, doesn't have to be /this/ exactly or limited to just it!
Send me a symbol(s) for what you’re interested in! // Accepting
You're on to something here. I can't imagine the two of them working together willingly just because they have vastly different morals so I really like the idea of situational allies. It would be interesting to find a common goal between the pair, strikes me as a “You help me and I’ll help you” kind of deal. Definitely interested in this and if you want to talk more about it let me know! <3
@balladeeznutz said ; my url for the icon meme please? / from: send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours
Bonus for Scatamouche:
@balladeeznutz said ; “I’ve got duties, responsibilities, expectations.” / from ! : s.entence s.tarters
He stared attentively at the man standing in front of him, or rather, as “ attentively ” as a bard who loved apples would as his gaze tentatively flickered to the beautiful tree residing behind Scaramouche´s back. ‘......Both are nice things’ he thought to himself as his mind proceeded to replace every other following word that slipped past Scaramouche´s mouth with silly little ´blah, blah blah´s. Despite his allergies towards cats, the bard couldn´t help but think ( As Scaramouche kept talking ) about how much he reminded him of them, the grumpy ones, of course- the ones with sharp claws, the ones that were no hiss, all bite. Yet so far, there has not been a single bite to confirm his theory, nor has there been any bothersome sneezing tagging along either, which is why he kept lingering around him, for he knew best not to judge someone so shallowly. At the end of the day, he knew that If a bite were to come to him someday, then he would have at least, the honor of saying that he got to witness on his own, the ever sharper edges of the mighty balladeer.
He was talking about..... Mmm.... Duties, responsibilities, expectations- ......hard to digest words... and perhaps that was another reason as of why his mind may have wandered away to the apples trees, and to his hat, and to his shining purple eyes, and to theories of him being a cat-
❝ —Do you wanna go eat apples with me? ❞ He interrupted him without giving the matter much thought, and it happened to be right after that the archon began making his way past him, his gaze now fixated on the colorful tall apple tree that was now standing in front of him with all of its splendid glory— yet of course, he didn´t proceed to walk away on his own ! He had to grab the balladeer´s hand along the way, dragging them both closer to the tree before letting his hand go.
❝ —Too slow !, forget the question- You are coming with me- Who says you can´t have both? There is no better deal than this ! ❞