#diffractal

[goldsewn]

" i was about to correct your collar but judging on your look of displeasure you've probably had the same terrible day as i have, @diffractal " a deep sigh only temporarily relieves the exhaustion layered upon anxiety and endless work. the seamstress has a deadpan look void of emotion, just as he. " shall we at least drink to it? the sheer misery.. "

[deathkin]

@diffractal : ❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

deep down, he knew many of his insecurities eclipsed his many life choices. there will never be a moment in which his moods haven't gotten the best of him. especially in times where he needed support than scalding truth. right now, kaveh wanted to turn deaf to the comments the other has admitted. he knows his drinking has always been a problematic habit of his. he knows he will one day have to kill this addiction. he hates the way al  -  haitham looks at him sometimes, it always made kaveh feel  . . .  lesser. disappointed in himself, more than anything, that bitterness brews often within the cage of his chest. in this moment, he can't quite look the other in the eye.

"  i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?  "  his reddened face twists,  "  makes your life s'much easier to deal with,  "  he hates talking like this, when his words slur together and proves people right. that he can't keep himself in line, that he doesn't have himself quite put together as he wishes he did.  "  get out already!  "  kaveh finally says, fed up with having to be so seen under those eyes, and he tosses a pillow and fails to make an impact when he lobs it. it fell not too far from where he remained seated. that only upsets him even more, and remains defeated when the architect drops his weight on the plush cushion of his bed. a pitiful tone clings to his voice when he speaks again,  "  just leave me alone  -  "  let him hide away and sober up with the help of these terribly dark thoughts.

[goldsewn]

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

" i was, but now that you mention it it doesn't sound as fun." her tongue clicks for added drama, meaning only to tease the sage in poor taste. cooling herself off with the handheld fan, heeled footsteps echo against all of the extravagant sumeran architecture. traveling abroad for business allowed chiori to expand her contacts all over teyvat. " you need to a different look, love. not that this is... bad something to change it up once and a while." deep down she loathed the cape, saw the unnecessary draping material as potentially hazardous. this heat required something far more casual and breathable. " lucky for you, i'm available."