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AUGHHH I think your c!Niki design is so creative, it itches my brain so hard in many different ways ...
THANK YOU SMM HEEHEE im hoping the more i draw her, the more I'll add details. same thing i did with every other c i draw
have some cniki doodles (bonus puffychu and cschlatt)
If you ever wonder how much me and @ccaptain bully Kaeya
" i swear all your problems just wash away when you place a $50 burger king delivery " / @predvestnik @ccaptain
@ccaptain ⊹ Esteemed Regrator,
Your booking for the Goth Grand Hotel, obviously, has been approved for the estimated date you've communicated without a singular problem. You've been a frequent booker enough that both me and Mr. Goth recognize your calligraphy by memory! And, of course, the Knights of Favonious will keep any friction from arising between Mondstadters and our guests from afar; I will take care of it myself, ensuring that the entourage has all their needs met, and that I will do my absolute best to ensure that peace is being kept and that our guests have a good stay to rest their weary selves.
I hope this letter finds you in good health. I confess that I was a tad worried when no correspondency came from you for a long time, but I'm relieved that my worries seemed to be misplaced. Perhaps, one day, you might even grace Mondstadt with your presence...? If so, please don't forget to come and say hello, as much as I know you'll be busy as an important political figure handling what the world circles around to: the economy.
May the Wind be with you.
Yours truly, Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonious.
correspondences bearing the favonius crest are not rare, they are delivered periodically in the form of formal requests and diplomatic responsibilities, an expected and almost mandatory system established between the nations. Ever since Rosalyne's passing, these missives are split between the executive heads under the Tsaritsa respecting their scope. In the absence of operations issued for combat or intelligence, all work becomes administrative — consequently, his.
What doesn't happen often, however, is this, a letter which penmanship doesn't match that of either Grand Masters, acting or otherwise, addressed to him personally. It is signed by one of the Ordo's captains, a name the Regrator has heard for more reasons than mere formalities, but a captain nonetheless.
It's an unfortunate characteristic of theirs to have anyone do anything on, yet again, anyone's behalf as a nation that lacks any developmental plans, comprised majorly of bumpkins and rookies. Were it not for a select few but pivotal resources and connections, he would not bother investing much more than absolute necessary in their future exploits.
At least this figure of Kaeya Alberich knows manners and the value of strategic flattery, it's precisely why the Regrator endeavors these occasional exchanges outside the appreciation of Mondstadt's known leaders.
Sir Alberich, You have my apologies for the prolonged interval preceding this letter. As I direct my time and attention to more pressing matters in the Fatui's interests, my emissaries are deployed to assist the Goth Grand Hotel and the Knights with our commitments. I have not received any reproaches from Acting Grand Master Jean, therefore I am to believe there hasn't been any issues demanding my direct intervention on that front. Moreover, the inverse is equally true — there are no reports of hostility from locals towards the personnel stationed in the capital. You have a hand at that, I presume from your words. For that, I thank you sincerely. Unfortunately, I cannot compromise with my immediate visit to your city, but I hold the kindness of your invitation and hope to make use of your hospitality sometime in the foreseeable future. As a symbolic gesture of my appreciation for your efforts and correspondence, a small gift will be sent along this letter. Feel free to let me know if it's up to your tastes. Warmly, Pantalone Ninth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.
As promised, a small parcel carrying a box of assorted grand cru liqueur bonbons is handed to the courier for speedy delivery.
When Klee gonna call Childe uncle... This gonna be big win for Kaeya and him... / @ccaptain, @predvestnik
Enigma attempts to calculate just how many chances he has to climb THEIR tall centaur ass leg to come up and say hi. ...Probabilities are not in his favor, but he's determined for sure. He begins climbing, the fucking idiot.
Lan feels it. A disturbance, not of a threat, not of war, but of intent. Small, stubborn, and silly. A twitch not visible to most, but there on THEIR features. A shift of muscle beneath divine structure, enough that the surface beneath the Enigma subtly remind him that this is not a mountain. Not a wall. Not something meant to be scaled. Lan exhales and the air stirs like a coming storm.
“If you fall,” THEY say, almost idly, though the weight of it could crush planets and solar systems. “I will not catch you.”
A lie. A test, actually. Lan watches him. Watches the determination. Watches him climb to victory. Ever challenge is a measure of strength, a trial to better one's talents and skill. This too, as ridicules it may be, is but a lesson.
“ i just can’t wrap my head around how it turned into a fountain if it was supposed to be a fire pit. ”
the archivist spoke about casual miracles as if he was not standing atop water. while the water features outside the reverie hotel saw far less traffic than that inside the dreamscape, dan heng was content to remain away from where his mind was susceptible to both dream and nightmare. here he could walk atop the small water pathways with ease, stepping atop the surface like it was made of ice. and yet, he looks at kaeya incredulously, maybe a tad amused.
“ it was meant to be a normal fire pit, yes ? stones, wood, coal - for roasting your sickly sweet marshmallows, no doubt. ”
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side-eyes them both. ❝ how unfortunate that the trades i deal in only accept mora as a form of currency. ❞
