#drolliic

[captivemuses]

"Quite a surprising day when Miss Columbina is being grounded by her Moonchanter and Illuga is using curse words that would have him being grounded by old man Nikita."

[dufontaine]

Send 🍾 for the mun to talk about to say something good that happened to them this year, something they're looking forward too next year, or how the wanna end the year!

{ Positivity Meme | Accepting }

I'll do all 3 because I need to get my brain thinking more happily right now.

Something good that happened this year:

As of three months ago, I got treated for my POTS and started to actually live my life. I suddenly could go for hikes, cry, laugh, yell without my body trying to kill me for it. I suddenly feel like I can do so much more than I ever got to do before that I think my brain is even a little overwhelmed with the freedom it has gotten.

Something I'm looking forward to:

I am looking forward to going swimming with my partner @wyrmthyme more often. We went swimming together yesterday and it was so unbelievably fun.

I'm gonna change the last one to something I want from the rest of this year:

I want it to cool down a little so that I can go outside and have a picnic.

[romanticaisms]

Under her watchful eye, Illuga feels so small and insignificant. After all, what business does he have to come before the Cryo Archon herself? Him, who until recently has been spending his life in the warm and dramatic Fontaine, listening to the exaggerated retellings of trials between missions and helping take care of others at the House of the Hearth.

"Your Majesty?" ah, he hopes that she won't notice the way his voice takes an uncertain undertone "I heard you wished to see me. May I know the reason for such a sudden call...?" part of him wishes somebody else would have come with him. He'd at least feel less like his insides are slowly being frozen if Lyney were by his side. Snezhnaya is such a cold and unforgiving place.

[ one Fatui lil birdie coming right up :3c ]

The room sits in crystalline silence, ice and frost in perfect stillness. For hours and eons, the Tsaritsa could remain seated upon her throne, as unmoving and unfeeling as a statue with her eyes falling closed and her thoughts continuing unheard.

But that is not the true reality of things, not forever, never forever, and so, eventually -

"You have been to Nod-Krai." It is not a question. Her Harbingers had all briefed her on the ongoings of that distant, disputed territory - the trials and tribulations, the beginning and the ending, who and what and where and why and how. "I thus offer my compliments to your efficiency and productivity - for every part has their role to play, and it would appear you have done well in yours."

A pause. It lingers long and heavy - and ends only when the Archon opens her eyes, finally gazing down at the young man before her.

"...And it is from that, that you have met the qualifications."

She rises - slow, careful yet imposing in the movement. "Despite the name, the Fatui are not fools. Ergo, neither are you. You are no doubt aware of what your fellow brother-in-arms is being prepared for in the coming years." The Tsaritsa turns her gaze to the side, idly watching the sights outside through the long row of windows that adorn the hall. "Of the duty—and the capability—to bear the weight of what shall come. The seat of the Fourth."

"Though Arlecchino shall remain for the long foreseeable future - in truth, no future is predictable, and neither must it be destined." She turns back to Illuga, watching him with no clear scrutiny or intent - but watching, nonetheless. "You are among the possibilities submitted to me. And so, your measure must be taken - in every way that this seat warrants."

The air in the room seems to shift with her words - becoming colder and heavier, every breath weighed down with snowflakes and hail crystallizing within the lungs in an instant. Yet, there is no malice to any of this.

No darkness, no emotion, no motives. Just the ice, just the Tsaritsa, approaching as a blizzard in nature would - simply, plainly.

"Child of my hearth. Tell me—" Her voice is quiet, her gaze distant. "What does your tomorrow look like?"

[abyssmalice]

Stares expectantly with her big empty shiny (in the sense that they're like smooth rocks; dark, flat, smooth brain indicator) eyes. @drolliic will address her with the proper respect and decorum (and sense of amusing defeat), yes?

"Junior Hat Guy... You're not going to be a total meanie to me, right? I did study at the Akademiya for two years before you, you know..."

[reamare]

"i believe you promised me you'd lay low." voice soft and gentle, not a trace of accusation in it, but rather... Concern tinted by a hint of amusement. How long has it been since they've last seen each other? More than enough, and the relief that floods Robin hits stronger than she thought it would. It's good to see the Sunday is doing well even though the circumstances for their reunion could have been better. [ I miss my precious angel SO. Them crossing paths in Planarcardia 🤔 ]

following the dissolution of the order within penacony, sunday had lost a great many things. none of them had even come close to comparing to separating from his twin sister without the reassurance of a guaranteed reunion; not even for a moment. losing robin’s presence at his side had been 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 ⸻ painful, a wound that continues to ache even long after it has supposedly been healed & left in the not so distant past.

truthfully, a part of him had hoped that they would not cross paths again so he would not have to bear the guilt that lays in his stomach like a lead ball, heavy & sickening. he is the reason for their predicament ⸻ he is the one who had caused her pain.

even now, amongst the overstimulating streets of planarcadia, the halovian recognises her voice in an instant; picks her right out of a crowd.

❝ i also promised to aid the express crew on their journey whilst traveling with them, ❞ he explains, swallowing thickly. wings twitch; a nervous tic from their childhood. ❝ it’s easy enough to blend in here. easier still to vanish amongst the bustle ⸻ even for someone like me. ❞

[wise-innocence]

There is now a weary Traveller napping in a quiet corner of her teapot. [ Kirby vc: hiiiiii~ \ o / ]

Unprompted Asks (Tea Party lol) // Accepting! → @drolliic

Fine – can't really complain about this one since he's not disrupting her poor garden. Well, she will complain a little before bringing him a blanket to keep warm.

"Alright... Four is definitely a crowd but this should be fine."

[vicefifths]

@drolliic replied: Illuga's looking. Quietly, out the corner of his eye. The sweater is pulled slightly higher though it does little to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks.

𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, the corners of his mouth turning up in the slightest grin — smug as ever. lohen shifts in his seat, pats his lap once. twice. come on then, little nightingale.

[lightricks]

One step forward, two steps back. Elegant pirouette that allows Lohen to easily evade incoming attack just to push himself forward in an arc with his own swing. A familiar dance by now, their combined footwork so good and beautiful, they truly do look like two pieces slotted together perfectly -- not dissimilar to the Fontainian mek he's heard about dancing together near the opera.

"'Til death do us apart'? Yeah, no, as if I'm letting you go that easily!" and laughter, manic, bordering on something more. Teeth barred to show tiny fangs on full display, pupils blown out. To say that he's enjoying sparring with Childe is putting it lightly.

[ [ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver. ]

@drolliic.

he hates, hates the fact that the way lohen attacked was more artistry than violence, how what would have been a fatalistic blow to a lesser man instead only stunned childe into something like a stupor. whatever footwork stopped momentary, the musical number of clashing blades in their heads coming to a discordant stop as harbinger’s hand lowered to his abdomen, feeling the warm pooling blood soak his glove before ever feeling fiery sting as it began to coarse through the rest of his body. blood wretches from the harbinger’s mouth, viscera streaking across palid skin as he moved to wipe it away and stalk back to his assailant with dizzying determination.

the legacy would not allow its host to die, it barely allotted childe time to rest before blood was demanded for blood. whatever healing salve upon the blade only doubled his remarkable healing progress, flesh and muscle knitting together before childe had any chance to treat it. this was the might of the eleventh harbinger. but he had to admit, it had been some time before an opponent had landed such a precise, beautiful strike. shock turns to elation, the feral gleam in his eye reflecting a foreboding attack.

          “   is that the best you can do, knight of favonius ?   ”

his words came out a gleeful sneer, as the dance between blades resumed, frostbitten metal and riptide blades moving as if in harmonic sync despite the damage they continued to inflict upon the battlefield ; water, drenching and cutting. ice, sharp and deadly in its wake. gods, he was having the time of his life against this vice captain. each alternate vocal a mix between barely restrained laughter, and a short lived cry of triumph. one more hit, one more strike. block, parry, counter attack. childe didn’t have to move anymore, he moved with the knight as if on pure instinct.

it only took one lucky strike to gain the upper hand. wrist pinned, dagger locked in a battle of sheer strength as childe’s hydro blade pressed down more and more force, crushing lohen to the abandoned ruin’s brick lay.

          “   should have slid that knife deeper.   ”   voice a breathy rasp, eyes dark and intense.   “   should have dug it in and twisted, caught it on my insides.   ”

non-verbal prompts.