#geosis

[bisset2020]

han solo rebellion by geosis

[auco-archive]

@geosis​​ asked: ♗        ( prompt. )

     + bonus zhongli w guizhong’s hair

[fuxian]

        “  what’s so troubling now?  your handsome face will become wrinkled as parchment if you keep frowning like that.  ”

      「 @geosis​​​​​​​​​​​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」

[sonnetos]

they open up their instagram feed only to choke on the glass of wine they’d just poured down their throat. venti shakes his head, holding out his phone & showing the photo in question that startled him to its own poster. ❛    are you out of your mind?    ❜

@geosis​  //  you didn’t ask for this but hi

[pavoleus-archived]

@geosis​ said:

“ memory is more often a curse than a blessing ”

their  past  life  was  nothing  more  of  a  reminder  of  truths  becoming  an  eventual  living  hell.  how  the  legacy  of  their  people  were  reduced  to  nothing  but  a  mere  legend  --  and  the  actions  they  should  have  taken  to  save  their  father.   crepus  was  someone  that  they  saw  as  a  figure  integral  to  their  life  with  his  kindness.  the  acceptance  of  a  child  who  had  appeared  at  the  ragnvindr’s  doorstep,  an  outsider  to  this  foreign  world  that  would  soon  burn  into  ash.  that  is,  if  kaeya  went  forward  with  his  plan.  if  he  chose  to  betray  the  people  he  called  family,  to  cover  up  his  “true  nature”  with  the  deceit  of  his  lies.  it  was  inevitable  that  these  lies  would  soon  collapse,  and  he  would  pay  the  price  of  what  he  would  eventually  do. ❛  that  is  true,  yes.  ❜    a  shift  in  their  posture  is  a  temporary  show  of  weakness  as  they  dart  to  avert  the  mans’  piercing  gaze.  almost  like  ....  he  knew  everything  about  them,  the  past  of  their  people.  ❛  but  they  can  also  contain  memories  full  of  warmth.  ❜  they  slightly  relax,  a  hint  of  a  sad  smile  tugging  away  at  the  solemn  expression  on  their  face.  ❛  memories  that  people  can  treasure,  see  as  a  reason  to  keep  living.  ❜  a  slight  chuckle  escapes  him,  his  guard  being  let  down  just  a  bit.  ❛  that's  what  makes  us  humans  fickle  creatures,  right?  ❜  

[heavenlyprinciples]

liyue harbor is── beautiful, serene in its day to day. furina loves it, loves the feeling of the sea ( a real one? ) 'pon her face, gliding gloved fingers down the wooden rails, trying out new things to eat── the door to her birdcage has opened,  &. she truly feels like a bird set free. she's glad she's come early, just weeks before the lantern rite, to enjoy the city. case in point── her newfound friendships! “ excuse me, ” she singsongs, pushing open the door to the restaurant madame ping had invited her to. then, with a pause, she quiets down with a smile. “ i heard that you wanted to meet with me── you're one of hu tao's colleagues, correct? ” (  𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕  geosis.  )

[iudiex]

@geosis / a kiss after a bite

         𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐧   𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬   -   window   blown   wide   to   lull   in   liyue's   heated   breeze,   and   his   body   wrought   with   pleasure   beneath   the   curl   of   zhongli's   sheets.   tails   tangle   in   adoring   supplication,   white   and   blue   upon   mottled   golden   brown,   the   constant   pulse   of   geo,   the   swell   of   hydro   energy   -   neuvillette   knows   that   if   he   looks,   small   crystals   will   have   formed   about   the   room,   a   semblance   of   their   coupling.   but   that   would,   of   course,   would   require   him   to   glance   away   from   the   alluring   gold   of   zhongli's   eyes,   from   the   beauty   of   his   stone-hewn   features,   and   from   the   want   that   accompanied   them   both.   

         desire   for   dragons   is   a   catching   thing   -   it   could   drive   one   mad,   if   not   dealt   with   orderly   and   properly.   there   were   so   few   of   them,   too,   but   even   if   this   land   had   been   rife   with   dragons   -   he   thinks   he   still   would   have   chosen   zhongli,   and   wonders   if   the   feeling   is   mutual...   if   it   might   be,   judging   by   the   low   groan   that   carries   between   them,   the   swell   of   desire   that   signifies   them   both   being...   ready   to   go.   yet   again.   

         ❝   ⸻   please.   ❞   he   finds   himself   breathing,   dark   talons   gentle   as   they   comb   the   ex-archon's   muscled   back,   biting   lightly   into   flesh   and   giving   testament   to   his   want.   svelte   hips   roll   downwards   -   a   shameless   rut   against   the   warmth   of   the   elder's   thigh   -   at   the   same   moment   that   neuvillette   nuzzles   his   cheek,   because   zhongli   has   spent   far   too   long   with   his   face   buried   in   the   pale   column   of   his   throat,   fangs   mapping   out   skin   and   desires.   ❝   please,   morax-   ❞   cruel,   wicked   dragon.   the   white   of   his   tail   lashes   impatiently,   beautiful   face   tossed   to   the   side,   more   neck   and   throat   exposed   -   already   so   bruised,   blossoming   beneath   draconic   affections...

                  the   sting   is   sharp,   but   it   has   neuvillette   keening.

         something   primordial   rockets   through   him,   some   long   dead   inhuman   instinct   that   has   his   body   arching   up   and   towards   his   partner,   nails   digging   in   just   lightly.   he   goes   taught   as   a   bowstring,   tail   coiled   tight   around   him,   before   collapsing   back   on   the   bed.   small,   climatic   shivers   shake   his   naked   frame,   but   his   eyes   have   lidded,   blush   adorning   the   blue   scales   at   his   cheek.   it's   clear   then,   clear   as   day,   the   utter   -   blissful   submission   that   flows   through   him   in   the   wake   of   those   sharp,   dangerous   teeth.   oh,   it   felt   divine.

         when   zhongli   raises   himself   from   the   sovereign's   neck,   neuvillette   can   only   hum   -   an   ache   having   long   since   settled   along   the   side   of   his   throat   where   the   claim   lay.   yet   it   pleases   him,   makes   his   toes   and   tail   curl   -   so   he's   reaching   outwards,   taloned   fingers   cupping   lightly   at   the   elder's   cheek   to   pull   him   in.   serpentine   tongue   laps   lazily   over   the   ex-archon's   lips,   and   when   neuvillette   is   allowed   entrance,   his   kiss   is   slow   and   sweet   -   a   lazy   thrust   of   muscle   along   those   flesh   tearing   fangs,   along   the   warmth   of   zhongli's   mouth   -   before   he   pulls   back   with   a   tender,   blissful   sigh.   fingers   card   through   the   elder's   dark   hair   -   and   he   simply   stares   through   blue   and   black   eyelashes,   gaze   adoring...   serene.   something   bestial   in   him   had   been   satiated.   for   now.   

                                    ❝   kiss   me   again.   ❞

[iudiex]

@geosis: he gently wipes the chief justice's tears away, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, ❝ it's alright — i'm here. ❞

         𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧   𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬   𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   window   panes   of   his   private   abode,   a   vicious   storm   that   stirs   the   loch   outside   and   drives   fontaine's   people   from   her   streets.   in   here   -   he   is   safe   and   warm,   yet   that   does   not   stop   the   cursed   tears   from   drifting   down   his   features,   from   staining   his   perfect   pallor   with   crystalline   impurity.   how   hard   it   is,   for   this   sovereign   to   wrangle   his   emotions,   especially   as   he   peers   up   into   the   amber   hues   of   the   elder   before   him.   despite   the   mortal   trappings   -   the   clothes,   the   human   flesh,   vishap   lilac   and   the   hue   of   cor   lapis   are   ensconced   in   something   primal,   something   delicate,   and   it   only   makes   neuvillette   crumble   further   when   warm   lips   brush   his   skin.   

         ❝   ⸻   morax,   please.   ❞   there   is   a   hint   of   shake   to   his   normally   steady   voice,   and   the   chief   justice   drifts   closer,   finally   allowing   his   forehead   to   fall   upon   the   broad   expanse   of   a   strong   shoulder,   and   his   body   to   shudder   in   response   when   he   pulls   them   flush.   were   his   tail   out,   surely   it   would've   been   curled   about   the   elder   by   now   -   but   such   demonstrations   were   most   improper.   yet   even   as   his   tears   quell   slightly,   and   the   rain   shifts   from   a   roar   to   a   dull   patter,   it's   the   sovereign's   gaze   that   beseeches   him   -   hungry   for   answers,   and   for   an   embrace   to   feel   of   home   again.   ❝   i   thought   you   were   dead,   and   there   are   so   few   of   us   left.   ❞