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[irukasenseii]

@c4garuda sent: 📖 for dei // Send 📖 for a starter from a dialogue of a favorite book (Accepting!)

"The gods don’t give a gift that precious to someone undeserving.” He told Deidara softly, watching Akira run off up ahead.

[gunnhildred]

"May i have a waltz?" niraj from @c4garuda to Jean....

ballroom dialogue prompts.   — (accepting !!) 

THE GRAND HALL OF THE FAVONIUS HEADQUARTERS hummed with the vibrant chatter of Mondstadt’s citizenry. The halls once reserved for the aristocratic elite had been thrown open to the masses, as crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the amassed guests. Outside of Windblume it was rare to see so many faces; yet the returning expeditionary forces from the North and the arrival of the Summer Solstice had warranted a celebration even despite the Grand Master’s own objections. While previous balls may have courted the idea of diplomacy and long standing alliances, this particular soiree had a far more humble root. There was no pomp or ceremony here; no exclusionary prestige nor calculated distance. There was just a familiar, welcoming warmth like a pair of open arms ready to usher long absent family into the heart of an embrace.  While the bulk of guests were old faces; unsurprisingly among the throng of people there was a plentiful supply of those that were new. Some were companions the knights had met in the course of their travels, others distant relatives who had made the long journey from all across Teyvat to welcome home the victors who had seemingly bested the Wild Hunt. As was customary, the Acting Grand Master had flitted between them, her smile perpetually amicable as she greeted every guest with the same fevered grace. It was the least she could do for Varka; to handle the logistics and the decorous duties of an over-stretched hostess while he revelled in the sentiment of the very people he had pledged his life to protect. 

She had completed a full circuit of the room twice over, when an unfamiliar voice caught her ear, its owner equally as unfamiliar, though…not without a faint pang of recognition. She’d never direcltly had the pleasure of making Niraj’s acquaintance; but rumours abound had at least offered a flicker of understanding about the man currently seeking a turn about the dance floor. Hadn’t he once destroyed an abyss camp with Alice using elemental energy alone? Or was that someone else? Perhaps he was the man that had crafted those absurdly detailed blueprints for portable artillery that Lohen had repeatedly requested for the fifth company. Who knows, maybe they were one in the same! 

Yet even without a formal introduction, the knight had no reason to deny such a reasonable request, (and as it happened, she had it on good authority that it was rather a dangerous move to ever deny a witch their spoils.) ❝A waltz I can certainly do, but can I not tempt you into something a little more lively for the occasion? Perhaps a foxtrot? ❞

[mirroriism]

　　　　　　　"did the power just go out?" - @c4garuda ( ryu )

❝   aeons,   not   this   again.   ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐢𝐩   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞   as   darkness   enveloped   the   entirety   of   the   space   station   in   its   embrace.   thankfully,   backup   generators   were   set   into   motion   as   quickly   as   a   minute,   yet   it   wasn’t   a   convenient   situation   to   be   undergoing   nonetheless.   as   the   genius   emanator   ran   to   &   fro   between   hallways   &   rooms,   she   began   to   wonder   if   perhaps   it   was   time   for   her   to   build   a   new   space   station   to   be   able   to   overcome   these   unfortunate   circumstances   but,   in   doing   so,   it   would   mean   admitting   to   defeat   at   her   latest   model,   &   she   would   hate   to   be   caught   with   her   tail   tucked   between   her   legs   when   being   confronted   with   the   reality   that   her   first   try   wasn’t   the   ultimatum.   

how   undignified.

“ 𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫   𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥   𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐨𝐫   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐯𝐢𝐚   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥   𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, ”   one   of   her   several   puppets   informed   her   as   madam   herta   took   a   moment   to   recollect   herself   amidst   her   thoughts   of   coming   up   with   a   better   solution   to   counter   these   outages.   she   whisked   the   mini   version   of   her   away   as   she   ventured   forth   towards   one   of   the   several   glass   windows   that   encased   the   station.   lavender   hues   as   sharp   as   razor   blades   narrowed   when   they   caught   a   glimpse   of   the   outside   ⸻   stars   &   far   away   planets   were   all   where   they   were   supposed   to   be,   but   she   knew   better   than   to   believe   the   unknown   hadn’t   come   across   a   bump   on   the   road.   

she   just   wished   she   could   see   it   with   her   very   eyes   &   point   an   accusing   finger   at   the   culprit.   

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐚   𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   ⸻   one   she   had   never   heard   of   before   ⸻   &   caused   her   to   jolt   around   to   try   &   see   through   the   thickness   of   the   shadows.   a   silhouette   appeared   but   not   much   more   was   present   to   her   vision,   which   only   made   her   vote   heavily   on   needing   to   come   up   with   an   alternative   to   combating   this   occurring   annoyance.   

❝   unless   your   sight   has   betrayed   you,   yes.   the   power   is   out   currently,   &   we   will   have   to   wait   until   the   magnetic   waves   of   the   cosmos   balance   themselves   once   more   before   it   decides   to   rain   its   mercy   on   us.   it   is   not   your   common   outage.   ❞

𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤   to   fill   in   the   gaps   for   those   who   knew   lesser   than   her   would   sometimes   lead   her   to   speak   more   than   she   should,   &   she   had   foolishly   assumed   this   individual   she   could   not   see   was   someone   employed   under   her.   

❝   i   do   not   recognize   your   voice.   state   your   name   &   occupation   if   you   may.   ❞

[recordiiem]

“Your heartbeat sounds too familiar. I must have silenced it once… and missed it ever since.” - @c4garuda ( rya )

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝   &   been   replaced   by   soulless   pools   of   blood   that   now   conquered   the   sockets.   the   deep   redness   fell   like   a   shadow   across   the   figure   before   her,   which   altered   her   face   into   a   mix   of   intrigued   confusion.   it   was   as   if   the   stranger   spoke   a   language   long   forgotten   ⸻   one   that   evernight   could   not   give   a   proper   response   to.   nonetheless,   she   stood   erect   &   firm,   gripping   her   umbrella   tightly   with   unyielding   caution.   

this   individual   was   unfamiliar   ;   no   trace   of   her   existed   within   the   mindscape   .   .   .   unless   those   memories   had   been   deliberately   erased   by   either   her   own   hand   or   another   entity.      

𝐢𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞,   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐛𝐞   𝐨𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭.

❝   either   your   obsession   with   a   certain   someone   has   become   your   own   personal   hell   ⸻   ❞

her   voice   was   smooth   &   poised,   each   word   dripping   with   the   confidence   that   radiated   from   her   stance.

❝   ⸻   or   confusion   has   fooled   your   mind   into   believing   you’ve   found   the   one   you   were   looking   for.   but   i   assure   you,   you   are   not   speaking   with   someone   that   fits   your   twisted   narrative   you’ve   built   from   sticks   &   stones.   ❞

𝐢𝐭   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐛𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐨   𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧   &   𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤   𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲   ;   evernight   already   had   far   too   much   resting   on   her   plate   for   her   to   deal   with   another   spoonful   of   nuisance. 

[lary5trong]

“And I don't want your pity,   I just want somebody near me.”   Lord Strong cringed as soon as the words left him,   the weakness was so apparent in them,   then again his actions spoke loud enough.   The way he could not find the strength to stand straight,   how the cane handle was held with a white knuckle grip,   and the fact he even knocked on Rosemary's door at this hour for anything were all telling.   “Guess I'm a coward,   I just want to feel alright,   if I may?”   He stood awkwardly outside the open door,   waiting for her invitation or dismissal.   His underling or not,   it was a request,   one he would respect regardless of answer.

  [ … ]    lyric starter for @c4garuda's rosemary

[proxiism-a]

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞ - @c4garuda

❝   well,   shit,   missy.   whatcha   getting   yourself   up   to   if   that   isn’t   the   worst   thing   ya   ever   heard   .ᐣ.ᐣ   ❞

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥   𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧   𝐚𝐬   𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚,   the   leader   of   the   rowdy   biker   bang,   caesar,   stood   with   arms   crossed   over   her   chest   as   a   quizzical   brow   conquered   her   face.   she   had   come   by   to   grab   some   grub   for   the   crew,   minding   her   business   as   she   waited   for   her   order   to   be   fulfilled,   when   some   stranger   who   had   been   sitting   on   one   of   the   tables   began   yapping   about   some   .   .   .   interesting   horror   stories   of   some   kind   ⸻   loud   &   proud.   they   got   into   some   very   descriptive   details   halfway   through   that   the   owner,   kasa,   had   to   kick   them   out   for   disturbing   the   peace.   

figures,   who   would   want   to   eat   while   listening   to   someone   talk   about   a   crime   scene?

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝   𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞   𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞   when   she   opened   her   mouth   because   she   was   curious   as   to   what   they   meant   by   what   they   said,   but   she   knew   better   than   to   start   prying.

❝   ya   don’t   gotta   answer   that,   by   the   way.   just   a   rhetorical   question.   we   all   got   our   own   skeletons   in   the   closet.   ❞

[obstaciism]

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . " ⸻ @c4garuda

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐚   𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝   𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧,   the   primordial   being   sat   with   her   legs   pressed   against   her   chest   as   her   crown   of   eyes   stared   blankly   the   surroundings   of   the   human   realm   beneath.   it   would   appear   she   was   in   plain   sight   for   all   to   see,   but   none   of   the   inhabitants   even   so   much   as   noticed   her.   this   was   because   she   was   not   currently   residing   in   their   realm   but   was   projecting   herself   from   within   the   Playground   ⸻   in   proper   terms,   the   Nightmare   Realm.   she   knew   she   could   not   present   herself   without   a   cause,   less   she   wanted   to   warp   reality   &  then   pay   the   price   by   getting   annihilated.   but   it   was   obvious   she   was   longing   for   something   or   rather   SOMEONE   that   existed   in   the   realm   she   now   looked   from   beyond.

why   hasn’t   he   called   for   her?

　　it   has   been   well   over   15   years   now   .   .   .

　　　　where   was   he?

　　　　　　he   wasn’t   in   his   home   .   .   .

the   woes   of   not   being   omnipotent   enough   to   possess   the   ability   to   track   him   down   wherever   he   was   hiding.

but   why   would   he   hide   from   faer?

　　has   she   finally   scared   him   off?

𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥,   discordianyx’s   stare   did   not   falter   once   another   spoke   to   her,   her   state   unphased.   it   was   not   the   voice   of   the   one   she   wanted   to   hear   from,   so   there   wasn’t   a   need   for   her   to   react   to   the   sudden   appearance.   fae   was   so   “down   in   the   dumps”   that   any   other   entity   that   could   possibly   pose   a   threat   to   her   very   existence   would   not   worry   her.   

loneliness   ;   what   was   this   feeling?

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬  merely   gave   pathetic   chirps   in   response,   chime   notes   in   awkward   synchronization   emphasize   faer   sorrowful   form.   she   wanted   comfort   but   not   just   from   anyone,   &  it   dawned   on   her   that   perhaps   she   had   bitten   more   than   she   can   chew   when   it   came   to   picking  &  choosing   which   play-thing   rose   to   the   ranks   of   being   her   most   favorite.

[thecopynin-kakashi]

[seek] from akira (@c4garuda ?)

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

Kakashi was just turning in for the evening, arms reaching over his head in a long stretch as his lips parted in a wide yawn. His last mission had put him on the move for several days and his recent arrival back home had him anticipating an early night in.

A small figure lingering near his front door was waiting for him it seemed, and he smiled when he realized just who it was.

"Akira! How have you bee--"

Words were cut short as the boy ran to him and intuition had Kakashi dropping down to one knee to offer outstretched arms. "Hey hey, don't tell me you missed me."

@c4garuda