#cindrelle

[natashowlet]

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[peachtune]

          “ You have more patience than I with those two. ”  He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop— and  TECHNICALLY  he still hadn’t having tuned them out— he was simply in the middle of finding a decent enough spot for a bit of practice. It just so happened that the area was currently occupied and he didn’t much feel like finding  ANOTHER.  The tome in his hands gave a soft snap as he tucked it at his side, one hand reaching up to adjust his bangs.

     “ For what it’s worth, I’m sure no one would blame you if you gave them a good  WHACK.  Some people might even thank you. Though you didn’t hear that from me. ”

                                     〚 @cindrelle​ ♡’d for Clair ! 〛

[smugful]

@cindrelle​​ X : 

        impassive as an iron wall,  lukas meets fernand’s gaze until the other stops making eye contact entirely.  the mockery he makes of kindness,  like it’s meant to earn something in return  …  only one word bubbles to the forefront of his mind  —  pathetic  —  and it’s enough for shame to overcome him.  this dislike,  it’s too close to true hatred for his tastes,  for it is with such extremes that he prefers not to dally.  it presents bias,  skews his actions in a direction of harmful over helpful.  too in the vein of his brother,  a man not worth becoming.

        yet,  arguably,  the work he does  —  his dirtied hands over anyone else’s  —  has tainted him far more than his ugliest emotions and sentiments.

        “  me offering my assistance isn’t by any means part of some transaction.  ”  lukas replies with more bite than he’d like,  a byproduct of his offense toward the insinuation.  in the downward curve of his lips,  the furrow of his brow,  a shadow of disgust.  perhaps he should take his advice and grant fernand his peace  —  and his own,  but no one is here to make note of his condition after he’d scared off the medics.  lukas is far from one himself,  though it’s something.  he’d like to think no one wants to be alone like this,  or deserves to be.  pity  …  is an improvement.

        “  we,  whether or not it’s to your liking,  are allies at the end of the day.  ”  despite his tone,  he dedicates himself to inspecting fernand’s work.  not that he doubts any soldier has the ability to wrap their own wounds.  it’s simply that,  bluntly,  he’s out of it.  so it’s nothing more than a failsafe at this point since fernand will certainly freak if backwater noble essence contaminated his bandages  —  but considering he’s already winded halfway through  …  “  i believe that is reason enough.  ”  sucking in a breath at the absolutely abysmal job he’s doing in this state,  lukas takes a moment to curate his face back into its resting expression.  hopefully.  his head tilts,  typically an innocuous idiosyncrasy.  “  so,  ** _please_,  do me a favor and let me help you.  ”  **he allows urgency to color his words,  as if he’s the one who needs help.  it’s hardly fake,  spurred by frustration.

        “  you’d do well to sit up.  slouching like this won’t help,  though i doubt i need tell you that.  ” a hand hovers above fernand’s shoulder,  hesitating only since lukas has no desire to find out if he’s all bark.  and out of decency and concern for comfort.  “  so let’s get this done quick so you can rest.  you must be feeling all out of sorts right now.  ”

                 His words were an insistent buzz in his ears. Like a fly suck in your helmet with no place to go but into the most obnoxious of depths. It was unpleasant. It was uncomfortable. Frankly if he were able, he would prefer to splatter the source across the wall. And yet... ever so slightly he shifted, putting in an effort to not teeter over with a wince. 

                 No, it wasn’t because the other asked. Gods knew THAT wasn’t remotely close to the reason. But it was because as much as Fernand would rather stab himself than admit, he was correct. Even if his words of ‘ allyship ’ and a lack of transaction did little to dispel the doubt from his mind, there was little he could do to contest his final statements. Fernand himself was as far off from being a medical professional as, well, --- Lukas, ( Oh how he loathed to refer to him by name in times like these ) but even he could see the merit in not shriveling like a mewling child while the other attempted to help him with his wounds. 

                 “ I... ” He began, dreading what he knew had to come next. Such a pause truly did prove that he was as out of sorts as the soldier pointed out, but not as much as admitting defeat to someone he loathed such as he. The words churned in his head for longer than they needed, things like ‘ please ’ and ‘ thank you ’ once came so easy even in times like these but ever since... He scowled to himself once more. There was a time and place for remembrance, but in a dingy room with a man he hated did not make this qualify for either --- no matter how grave the wound. 

               “ You may do what you please. Just this once --- and tell no one it happened, lest I truly do make due of my threats. ” 

[zorkaya-moved]

@cindrelle​ (leona kingscholar)​

There are many reasons for her to dislike the presence of another in the botanical garden. As much as people seem to praise Leona Kingscholar, she feels not even an ounce of respect or wish to be polite to the man. It’s unfair coming from her, but personal experience and personal judgement are irrational in this case. The one who sat seemingly in Heavens with his royal blood and the one who climbed the stairs from the shadows, learning the reality of this world and its unfairness. She heard her classmates chuckle upon stating that despite being born on the very same day neither of them were that similar besides their pride. It was sickening to her, she couldn’t stand being compared to someone who was willingly sitting back and letting countless opportunities escape. 

The luxury lifestyle given to him from the moment he was born, her own judgement told her that this was a type of person who she could not respect until there would be more information. Just because he came from a place of power meant nothing if a person was not showing their skillset and were not improving themselves, climbing on top no matter what others said. Endlessly, she remembers countless people who she had to step on and break their metaphorical bones to be where she is now. As entertainment is a sweet industry to remain in. Underworld taught her ways to dominate, she wonders if his majesty knows of similar unfair ways. How unfair and cruel of her to have such a thought process when it came to Leona Kingscholar, it’s not that they even interacted much. Her distaste didn’t come from ignorance, the man was skilled and talented, she knew it and she accepted it. The fact that he wasn’t using those much from skipping classes and staying a year behind made her frown ever so lightly inside her mind. 

“ I’ve been here for a while. I cannot believe you are missing Trein’s class again, Kingscholar, ” Zarina doesn’t even look up at him as she makes sure to sit more comfortably on the small chair she brought while having a guitar in her hands. The notes and the words float before her, the name of the song: ‘Mermaid’s Curse’ can be seen to the other. Not that she thinks he might remotely care. “ Either sleep here with me playing the music or find another place to nap. I have a job and you’ll have to carry me out if you want me to gone. ” How grateful she is to Crewel for letting her miss today’s class as she already gave her papers and assignments prior to this class, stating she studied two chapters ahead and won’t be missing anything.  

“ Actually, if you can listen to one song and tell me how it sounds, I’ll limit myself to playing three songs altogether and leave you to nap here alone. How does that sound? I need an unbiased opinion. ” Golden gaze shifts from words to the the Savanaclaw’s Dorm Leader. She has guts to speak to him like this, with no fear and it is rather rude of her to say it like that. He is the one overlooking this botanical garden (or so she heard) but she had the permission of the staff to be here. Not only that, but Zarina was fully aware that she was speaking to a prince. Well, she didn’t seem to care at all. “ I do apologize for having the audacity to speak to you like this, but times call for desperate measures. ” 

[dazeandhaze]

@cindrelle​ for sukha - quiet prayers

“Your wine is over there.” He states, and it almost echoes through the empty chapel. The two of them were the only ones present - as it normally was when Ekaggata decided to visit. He didn’t like coming during operating hours unless there were secrets to be learned.

He stares up at the statue within the chapel. Barbatos, as they were still in Mondstadt figures in his likeness were abundant. Normally Ekaggata looked at them with disdain or even rage, but his gaze tonight held neither of those - infact it barely held anything at all. Void like the abyss itself.

He’s pointing towards the podium nearby where he placed the wine while still staring up at the statue. It takes a moment of silence and Sukha’s steps getting close for him to organize his thoughts. “Say...Sukha....” He mumbled once the priest was close enough.

But he couldn’t get the words out. “Nevermind.”

[nerd1sh]

[abyssfled]

@cindrelle​ ♡ " may i kiss you ? " diluc absently asks. and then once he realizes, he looks away. " ah, um, pardon me ... " red is already creeping up from his collar, likely to color his ears and cheeks a matching shade.

     ❝     what ?     ❞      fingers that once tapped on the railing overlooking mondstadt’s fountain freeze as svea’s gaze falls on him immediately -- it’s such an abrupt question , one that breaks the once peaceful silence resting between them , that she’s at a loss for words . she had to have been imagining it , right ? yet as svea watches diluc’s skin redden with each passing moment , she feels an abrupt heat of her own nip at her cheeks .

     ❝     ... you want to kiss me , master diluc ?    ❞ she finally manages to push out through the tightening of her throat . hands remove themselves from the railing & fold together in front of her abdomen as she takes a tiny step closer to him ; despite the nervousness in her gaze , uncertain whether it should watch diluc’s face or settle for the ground , there’s a small smile that tugs the corners of her lips upwards . ❝     i don’t think i ... deserve that honor , not in the slightest , but -- i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want you to .     ❞

[anemonti-arch]

@cindrelle​ replied: diluc vc what was that ' benti ' :')

               ❛ I need sweet booboo kisses for the internal pain I’m suffering from, o fair, sweet Master Diluc.❜