#lyriccl

[escalaregalia]

“You failed, what exactly?”

[iiroiiros]

❣ ( For Zhongli, Dan Heng, and Capitano? )

weigh the pros and cons

Zhongli

Pros

big time snuggler

passionate in all things

will give you the best things

Cons

big time spender

possessive (can be seen as a pro)

will ramble for ages

Dan Heng

Pros

also a big time cuddler

loves reading quietly with you

very protective

Cons

will often shut himself in his room, without you

hates leaving the express

deadpan supreme

Capitano

Pros

he's the captain

will be extremely loyal to you

buys nice things for you

Cons

he's the captain

is actually an abyssal beast in human clothing (could also be seen as a pro)

prone to self doubt and self hatred

[xamassed]

⟬ @lyriccl / starter call ⟭

"What the hell do kids like? One second, they're spendin' all their time lookin' at their phones, and the next they're wantin' some weird-ass board game with weird rules."

His complaint was half unwarranted given the little girl he was vaguely in charge of didn't have a phone. She was too young, but in his confusion and uncertainty, he didn't know what else to complain about.

"Do ya think she'll like this?" He had picked up a small doll, her shape human and boring but cute, he supposed. Human Realm toy stores weren't all that different from the ones in the Devildom, but he still felt the need to ask.

[ardenssolis]

@lyriccl said (inbox):

She absolutely agrees with dramatic room entry. Strut your stuff, Pharaoh!

      HEH, SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS! A king must always be seen by the masses, and so was it not true that they should have a presence long before they so much as stepped out of the doorway? Heads should be turning to gaze upon them in awe or in trepidation!

[taichxu]

@lyriccl / continued from here

This was utterly unacceptable to him. He knows from experience that such an injury only came from a very specific kind of weapon-some small blade, likely a knife. Emma was more likely to have something else if she really had a training accident. Even so, Capitano wasn't mad at her for lying about the cause; no, whomever was the cause was the source of his ire.

"...Emma." He eventually sighed and took a few deep breaths in and out, his lower eyes shutting and the main ones returning to normal, before he continued. "I want you to be honest with me. Was it really just from a training accident? That cut looks too precise and deliberate." He steps closer to her, an ache settling in by the way his beloved tried to lie to him, and then couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

"I won't be mad at you, I promise." He tried to make his voice take on a softer tone, as he lifted his hand up to gently take Emma's cheek, making her look back up at him. But he needed to find the person responsible for her cut...nobody was allowed to hurt his love.

[eeroeeros]

[ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. ( for Capitano! )

desires

He never expected to finally share the truth behind his strength and experience with anyone else beside the Tsaritsa or the other Harbingers. Much less with someone who wasn't even part of the Fatui, either. But Emma had certainly snuck her way into his life and made a spot there for herself, before even the Captain could realize it. When he did tell her all about his past before falling into the Abyss and what happened while he was in there, Capitano was pretty sure that, like many who'd heard the rumors about him, Emma would feel fear or disgust towards him. Most certainly not for her to come in to hug him, surprising him so much that he didn't do anything in response at first. Then...she confessed to still liking him-loving him, even, and well, that's what lead to what was happening now.

The both of them were mostly undressed, just with at least the lower halves of their clothes off to do what they were doing at the moment. He was just grateful that even with him exposing so much about himself to her, Emma allowed the Harbinger to keep his helmet on. "Are you still sure about this?" He asked, rubbing his sizeable dick between her folds. It was a ribbed, dark, monstrous thing, even when he was appearing human. But Emma only nodded, her lips pursed tightly as though trying to hold back any noises that were bubbling up in her throat. He's not sure why, but her nodding her consent to moving forward has the Harbinger hum, as he pulled back enough so he could place the head of his cock up against her entrance. "Well then...I hope you're ready."

[tomoshibi]

@lyriccl .

' I doubt there's anything I can do, can't you ask someone else? '

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

A text sent to Beelzebub read, "I found your jacket in my room! Come grab it! ❤️" Upon arrival, he would find Emma on her bed, facing away from the door. The large jacket was around her, one side loosely hanging off an otherwise naked shoulder. She turned, showing the only thing on her body was the jacket. She coyly winks at him, purring out, "Hey big guy, your jacket is really comfy. I like how it feels on me."

Sweet, naïve Beelzebub sensed nothing wrong with the messages sent to him. In fact, he was thrilled when she claimed she had found his jacket in her room. He had been searching for it longer than he would have liked, and it seemed his search was finally over.

He send her back an excitable sticker, reminded her that she was the best then told her he would be on his way. It would only take him a few seconds to get to her room, but it would take much longer for him to process what he saw once he slipped through her door.

"Uh. . ."

The sixth-born had anticipated finding the jacket tossed over the edge of the bed, a chair, even dangling from her hand. He didn't expect to find to sagging around her, the worn material falling down to touch gentle at bare thighs. The open front left very little to the imagination, the shape of her bare chest especially noticeable when the fur around the collar reached so low.

Simple-mindedness made him wonder if she was cold, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. He couldn't bring himself to do much of anything, truthfully. Breaths came shallow and shaky, his mind was in a warm fog, and he found his gut churning with a hunger that only she could bring out in him.

"It looks good on you." He finally managed to speak, and he found the willpower to move forward.

With only a hint of bashfulness, he slipped a hand into the jacket she wore and pushed it open a fraction more, allowing himself more to admire. Trembling fingertips grazed along her side, shifted around to her back and flattened out so he could smoothly pull her closer.

"I want to take it off."