#inavagrant

[hitokageisei]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧? . . .    surely  no  matter  what  universe,  he  should  be  capable  of  taking  care  of  himself,  no?  so  why  such  feelings  all  of  a  sudden?  Scaramouche  rises  his  brow  in  utter  confusion.  almost  all  his  life,  he  was  alone.  company  doesn’t  mean  a  thing  when  those  around  you  don’t  care.  Beelzebub,  Miko,  Niwa,  Katsuragi,  Nagamasa . . .  all  of  them,  while  physically  present,  left  him  with  nothing  but  more  yearning.  they  introduced  the  puppet  to  care  &&  love,  something  he  didn’t  know  he  wanted  &&  needed . . .  then  abandoned.  gods,  humans,  in-between  ——  all  treating  him  nothing  like  a  person,  only  a  temporary  vessel  for  their  own  selfish  needs . . .  he  was  never  allowed  to  feel  alone.  𝘴𝘰  𝘸𝘩𝘺  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘧  𝘩𝘪𝘮,  𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺  𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴?

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 . . .  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐧𝐨𝐰  Scaramouche  is  unsure  how  to  identify  the  wanderer.  the  tendrils  &&  the  eyes  give  a  different  impression.  he  could  see  very  well  the  same  features  they  both  carry,  but  that  scent?  fresh  &&  elemental.  peaceful,  soft  but  feisty  ——  traits  of  Anemo  present.  but  how  could  that  be?  the  Vision  on  his  chest?  how  did  it  manifest? . . .  Celestia?  no,  that  cannot  be.  unless  proven,  Scaramouche  will  not  jump  the  gun  this  time.  having  a  potential  ally  may  turn  out  rewarding  in  the  future . . .  but  then,  it  could  be  Il  Dottore’s  doing  too  ——  a  segment,  but  of  the  puppet  himself.  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘵  𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.

❝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.  why  the  feeling  of  solitude?  ❞  if  anything,  a  worthy  ally  could  make  you  secure.  so  Scaramouche  is  only  gaining  more  questions.  is  the  girl  simply  not  useful  to  the  segment?  ❝  if  you  are  me,  &&  I  am  you,  then  we  share  the  experience.  you  shouldn’t  lack  anything  I  have.  I  don’t  understand  your  words,  so  explain  yourself.  ❞  a  harsh  request,  but  then  the  matter  is  as  nagging  as  it  is  fascinating.  is  this  what  Dottore  feels  when  working  on  his  ‘perception  of  time’?  afterwards . . .  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩  𝘮𝘢𝘺  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵  𝘩𝘪𝘮  𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘪𝘵.

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[vixlenxe]

@inavagrant​ said:

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“Better tell me what it is first.”

Untrusting of everyone? Even ‘himself’? More likely then you think!

[dochttore]

❝ wake up. you aren't dead, not yet. ❞ the doctor informed, standing before the now immobilized boy. he made sure that the outcome would not be that final. the dose of the narcotic he injected into the doll's system was lethal to humans, but it would not be lethal to him. the syringe he used slid back inside into the depths of his sleeve now that it was emptied out. ❝ your body may not listen to your orders for a while, but i assure you that is only temporary. ❞ this peace between them would be a fleeting moment that would no doubt be lost in time, so it was essential.

@inavagrant

[grislyintentions]

Starter for: @inavagrant

The leaves of the trees within the pavilion bore the same shade of red that adorns the skies in her plane of Euthymia. Each measured step causes the floorboards to creak, decades of neglect weakening it's very structure. Were one to stumble across the Almighty Shogun in what remains of the Shakkei Pavillion, they would most likely be compelled to pinch at themselves in an attempt to seek confirmation of reality.

Yet, against all odds, it was indeed she that currently occupied this space. At least for the time being.

The sun has long since set when she departs. With only the luminous glow of plants to light the way, there exists both a quiet beauty and devastation to what was Tataratsuna now. To think of the extent in which the Fatui had been able to exploit the rigid thinking of her Shogun puppet to this extent, to manipulate her decisions through falsified information and redirecting her attention to quashing the rebellion...it leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth. Never again will they have the opportunity to do so. Never again.

As she rounds the edge of the clearing, Ei pauses. "The darkness does not conceal your presence nearly as much as you think. State your intentions."

[theoneandonii]

@inavagrant asked “Why do you let them talk to you like that?” | sentence starter (accepting)

A stray bean falls from the Oni's hair as he quickly turns toward the owner of the voice. Seeing someone witness him in this sorry state, he laughs nervously and gets up from the floor. "Oh-- you saw that, huh?" Itto clears his throat, which is closing just slightly from his bean allergy, and he sighs. It's fair to assume the other witnessed everything, so there isn't any point in trying to mask the bean-throwing ritual as anything but a hateful act. "I got used to it. Don't worry about it, dude."

[stellavis]

“  it’s  the  golden  rule             if  i  offer  advice..   then  my  fate  may  become  entangled  with  yours.    let  me  recall  for  a  moment            such  connections  are  to  be  avoided..  yes?  ”   exceptions  could  be  made,  depending  on  the  circumstance    &    to  which  fates  were  meant  to  be  connected;  but  mona  was  unsure  ;  unsure  of  his  wandering  soul  and  inner  starlight.

the  scry  a  bit  distorted,  fate  trying  it’s  best  to  project  an  image  of  clarity           an  astute  mage  fighting  the  urge  to  speak  freely  without  the  spirit  of  the  old  hag  looming  close  behind.    perseverance  worked  with  mona’s  limited  patience,  careful  to  not  jinx  her  craft.   glitter  eyeshadow  sparkles  with  what  moonlight  offers  the  two  catalyst  souls.  fingers  massage  her  own  temples,    trying  to  find  the  precise  words  to  admit  time  is  far  from  wasted  whence  in  adored  company.          “ ugh... lets           just..  enjoy  the  view.  nevermind  my  rant.   ”     dramatically,  mona’s  body  falls  against  the  roofside  of  her  mondstat  rental.  sitting  above  the  night  bustle,  her  nightly  routine  of  stargazing.     ✦  𝚜𝚌  /  @inavagrant​

[cryostar]

" excuse you !! give that back. " her glasses, snatched from her very own face - leaves the tiny yet mighty cryo starcaller seeing nothing but blurred images. she knows the wanderer, and isn't afraid to send him swimming in the deep galaxy. " if we were in snezhnaya - i'd cut your hands off for stealing from me. " small hands clench with knuckles showing white against already pale flesh. she's quick to anger. / @inavagrant