#foulwaters

[deificdeceit-a2]

@foulwaters asked:

it has been a task in itself to even get him alone -- house full, busy and loud between day's activities. there are always things that need to be done, conversations to be had, food to be cooked. the brief reprieve is him catching the other harbinger's wrist, ducking just beyond tonia's searching gaze as they slide into a cool, quiet room.

the sky outside is dark and cold. he can't see in here, but he presses close anyway, marvels in zhongli's warmth with shameless, flirtatious laughter.

"did you think i would forget?" like an accusation, undercut by the press of his lips to a warm throat. he thinks about biting, but doesn't, out of pure saintliness. yeah, that's it. "happy birthday, zhongli." his tongue curls around the syllables of his name like a warm ember -- flirting. "i didn't get you a present, so i hope i will suffice."

      He assumed he was doing well. Helping assist when needed. Keeping the children distracted with tales about Liyues New Year and when they tend to celebrate it. Avoiding Childe when possible. Not wishing to open the door to his 'birthday'. A date he gave years a go. A date he hasn't revealed to his family as he simply did not wish for them to go to the bother of trying to celebrate it.

      Yet, he finds a strong grip on his wrist when he has a moment to himself. A grip strong and determined. Taking him away from the hustle and bustle of the evening. Away from the prying eyes and curious questions of his family. 

      Cor Lapis eyes almost glow in the darkness. Able to see the younger man with ease thanks to his senses (he'd never be able to hide in the dark from him. not when he is a dragon). Hands trail down a toned body, sigh escaping his lips as he's kissed. Bracing himself for it to escalate. But it didn't. (a shame) He'd rather not have to answer his question but it seems he has no choice now.

      "...No..." Is the honest response. No malice or taunting laced in his tone. Nothing but a small sigh followed by a explination. "It was foolish of me to believe I could have gotten away with nothing occuring today." He truely did want the other the simply... Forget. Forget the date even existed (a foolish want to have)

      And he leans down, lips curled into a smile as he speaks low to his head. "Mhmm. I'd rather wait until this evening. Once everyone's asleep so I can take my time unwrapping my gift." Voice is soft, yet a purr can be heard deep in his throat. Teeth nipping at the shell of his ear and pulling as he himself pulls back. Letting go of soft flesh as he looks at the one he once betrayed. 

      "I can suffice with this small tease however. I hope my gift entertains me well tonight. Otherwise I might have to request a do over if I don't believe I've been entertained thoroughly." 

[tartalias-a]

@foulwaters​  asked:

"you aren't me. you'll never be me."   a voice wavering thin through the darkness. he sits, shattered; a chord, a spine, a spleen, the gore of unmaking and unmasking. in snezhnaya, they have a word for the ghosts of the drowned   [the abyss had been like the ocean / dark, dark, darker / until all light had been subsumed].   he can't remember it any longer.   "do you think you'll fool them?"

familial ache: their faces looking upon their living son the same way they looked on his funeral. closed-casket. the tsaritsa does not tell them why.

"they'll take one look at you and know the truth."

           viscera  dripping  from  mouth;          always  like  this,    always,    gore  and  horror  and  hunger  and  then  regret.    what  benefit  does  this  have,    swallowing  oneself  whole  ?        it  brings  no  satisfaction  but-----thick  iron  glides  down  throat  and  nothing  has  ever  tasted  better.      gaping  maw  turns  to  gaping  teeth,    and  vomit  replaces  the  grin,    what  was  the  abyssal  beast  returned  to  just  a  pathetic  little  wretch.    foul  legacy        /      fouler  being.

           they  won’t  look  at  me.    are  you  kidding  ?    they  never  look  at  me.    i’ll  always  be  you,    and  even  if  i  wasn’t,    they’d  never  know.    you  don’t  even  know.          i  don’t  even  know.          you  want  them  to  look  so  badly  but------------

           and  it  nearly  vomits  again,    dim  eyes  tearing  up  and  choking  on  sobs  made  into  gags.    parasitic  thing  inside  its  chest  feeds  on  this  discomfort.    the  cannibalisation  of  one’s  self  makes  its  stomach  turn  inside  out,    then  settle,    and    tartaglia    knows  they’ll  never  get  caught  with  the  wounds.  

         it  hacks  out  a  choked  laugh,    hysteric.    there  is  a  void  inside  of  it  that  keeps  swirling  and  twisting,    and  the  world  is  too  much.    why  do  you  always  deny  me?    aren’t  you  lonely?    oh,    seven,    i’m        so  lonely.

         “    nobody  watches.    it  was  middle  child  ,    then  missing  child.    back,    but  i  was  dead  at  the  same  time.    different  already,    nobody  knew.    i  changed  years  before  i  fell,    you  know  ?        but  nobody  saw  it,    not  really.    we  pushed  them  all  out  before  they  could,    except  her,    but  even  she---she  put  us  back  here,    once  she  really  saw  us.    even  skirk  didn’t  want  us.    

       “    just  like  everyone  else.    but  i  do.    i  want  you,    to  be  you,    and  i  am,    and  i  want  them  to  look  so  badly,    isn’t  that  what  you  want  too  ?    we  can  help  each  other.    but  you  have  to  stop  running,    ajax.    please.    “

       what  a  sick  plea  from  something  so  broken,    with  its  crooked  smile  that’s  still  dripping.

       “      we’re  already  at  rock  bottom.    what  else  is  there  to  lose  ?      “

[deificdeceit-a]

why arent u holding my hand rn :c

Because I'm just so busy

Admiring dat ass

[marsmonger]

hey lynx a reminder ^_^

motherfucker I will kill us both.

[decthe-a]

@foulwaters​​ sent:

🧍 about tag rn

Thought Meme - Accepting  

      “You mean Childe?” There’s a chuckle. “Perhaps I should start referring to him as Tartaglia. He seems to have a dislike for me using ‘Childe’. Old habits die hard I suppose. But his annoyance over a name I use is... Amusing...” 

       He smiles... As if reminiscing a fond memory of the past. Yet, the smile quickly turns strained and filled with sharp teeth. (is that a sign of guilt Morax?)

      “He became a pawn in a plan related to end The Geo Archons life and test Liyue. Naïve when it comes to believing that he has the ability to scheme within the Fatui. He couldn’t do it effectively if he tried. He was never designed to scheme, just to be a loyal dog at the Tsaritsas beck and call... Yet even when he willingly does that... Surprisingly there’s still good in him...” 

      There’s a small sigh as he tilts his head, smile still in place. “Shame how things ended between us. I liked him. He was far too good to me... I didn’t deserve him.” (you never did deserve to have him in your life)  

      “Now he hates me. Do I care? No!” (l i e s) “It happens in this line of work. You can’t afford to make attachments, it’s for the best that we’re no longer deemed as... friends. It will do more harm than good in the end.” 

                                          Why can’t you admit you miss him?

[sungracd]

prompt  ♡  @foulwaters​ :  i won’t cause you any more trouble . ( <- lying )

“  just  like  you  wouldn’t  cause  anymore  trouble  in  springvale ?  or  wolvendom ?  or  stormterror’s  lair ?  and  now  albert  has  suddenly  gone  missing  which,  admittedly,  is  about  the  least  terrible  thing  you’ve  done  since  you’ve  arrived  in  mondstadt  ...  ”    considering  the  many  times  that  creep  has  stuck  around  the  church  despite  adrian’s  many  threats  to  drive  him  off.    “  but  the  point  is  you  will  always  cause  trouble  and  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  knights  are  on  a  manhunt  for  tartaglia  the  fatui  harbinger.  and  i,  for one,  will  not  be  his  accomplice  nor  will  i  be  harboring  any  fugitives,  so  get  out  of  my  house !!  ”

[dandilaens]

@foulwaters​​​​​ sought:   " aw, c'mon, grand master. " cajoling, arm braced to worn wooded tables through the din of the crowd, he slides one welcome hand of cards. there's certainly nothing in his smile that's worth trusting, but whether he's up to mischief or that's just a normal resting state? well, left for interpretation. " it's just a game of cards. what could it hurt? "

sigh  falls  soft  from  turned  down  lips  subtle  at  the  corners,  masked  by  the  press  of  each,  twisting  displeased  chord  to  a  gentler  tune,  a  delicate  hum  uttered  in  its  initial  place.  she  regards  him  impassively,  hands  quietly  perched  ‘pon  lap  folded  over  one  another  in  their  place,  comfortable,  and  unmoving.  calm  gaze  as  cool  as  steel  flicker  ‘tween  the  stack  of  cards  in  palm  and  that  ever  distrustful  smile  she’d  read  from  a  mile  off  (  truly,  she  wasn’t  one  to  scorn  an  individual  for  their  diplomatic  position,  and  yet  she  knew  far  too  well  the  fatui  were  far  from  trustworthy  :  a  harbinger,  no  less  );  it  was  there  she  found  herself  in  the  unfortunate  position  of  reconsidering  his  offer.  

she,  far  too  observant  of  the  eyes  befallen  ‘pon  them.  the  stage  that  he  drug  up  effortlessly  much  to  her  chagrin  offered  little  in  the  way  of  relaxation  (  not  that  she’d  expected  any  less,  public  affairs  were  oft  like  this,  not  the  sort  of  environment  to  grow  lax  in  and  she  was  prepared  as  such  /  as  always,  but  the  suddenness  of  it  all  left  nothing  short  of  a  bad  taste  in  her  mouth  ),  and  it’s  with  this  that  she  opts  to  brush  summer  sun  bangs  to  the  side  with  a  practiced  movements,  and  allows  for  a  kinder  expression  to  take  form;  leaning  forward  as  she  does  so,  in  spite  of  her  prior  reluctance  to  engage  in  such  a  charade.  it  was  all  a  matter  of  public  image,  such  were  the  affairs  of  diplomacy  /  a  clever  masquerade  and  she,  strategic  she,  was  never  quite  the  sort  to  back  down  from  any  proposition  lest  it  compromised  her  or  mondstadt  and  its  people.  a  card  game  was  what  he  wanted  ?  simple.  she  was  no  less  acquainted  to  the  art  of  strategy  as  he  was,  and  card  games  were  certainly  within  her  repertoire  (  countless  childhood  eves  lost  practicing,  perfecting,  with  grace  /  with  ease,  for  mondstadt  /  for  the  gunnhildrs  ).

❝   you’re  quite  persistent,  aren’t  you  ?  not  that  there  is  anything  wrong  about  that,  per say,  but  it  is  a  rather  curious  way  of  acquainting  yourself  with  one  unfamiliar.  fatui  charm,  perhaps  ?   ❞,  there’s  a  delicacy  in  the  way  she  chooses  her  words,  voice  as  courteous  as  always,  lighthearted,  and  yet  if  one  could  read  ‘tween  the  soft  words  she  spoke,  they’d  meet  the  slightest  sparks  of  derision  /  underhanded  comment  intertwined  so  pleasantly,  one  would  hardly  assume  anything  less  than  polite  etiquette  and  yet  it  was  there  lingering  at  the  edges.

❝   though,  i  can’t  say  i’m  opposed  to  a  fair  game    —    it  has  been  a  while,  do  forgive  me  if  i  blunder,  but  do  not  hold  back  on  my  account.   ❞,  she  places  a  subtle  emphasis  on  the  word  ‘  fair  ‘  she  was  certain  he  wouldn’t  miss,  gesturing  with  digits  tapping  the  worn  wood  in  front  of  her  gently,  a  silent  call  for  the  game  to  begin.

❝   —    and,  please,  do  refer  to  me  as  the  ‘  acting  grand  master  ‘  or,  if  you’d  prefer,  jean.  i  am  merely  a  stand  in  for  grand  master  varka,  it  would  be  rather  rude  of  me  to  steal  his  title  altogether.  now,  shall  we  begin  ?     ❞

[rosafulmen-a]

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