#offers u this

[sanoism]

❛ you smile a lot more since we’ve met. ❜

“ Yeah — ? ” He kicks a stone into the wide expanse of the sea watching it bounce to the horizon until it sinks with a plop. It isn’t like Shibuya out here , the world stretches as far as you can see , endless blue that goes on and on like forever actually exists. He wonders if one day he can take Wen Kexing with him back to his own home. Would he curse at honking cars , would his eyes go wide at the towering buildings , would he go insane with the need to purchase the more skin-revealing fashions of the city? Mikey doesn’t know , but he’s laughing at the thought —  a little piece of his life in exchange for the little bit that’s been shared with him.

In truth, he hadn’t notice that little piece of happiness nestled in the crevices of his heart. There’s something wrong with him as of late , like something he should be holding onto is slipping between his fingertips. Still , he throws back his head a smile written on his face. 

He stomps over comically , leaning into Wen Kexing’s space , bumping his shoulder into him. “ I guess its cause I finally know how it feels to have distant relatives. Family away from home. Don’t go dying on me  — kay ? ”

[circusglass]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ~

kissu, kissu, ( closed ): @winterfollows​

Watching Haleir run a brush through his hair is as intimate as it is soothing, which is a strange conclusion to come to when Molly’s walked in on him undressing in the past. Must be the lateness of the hour that brings with it comfort feathered at its edges, the close quarters of the painted vardo, the unnecessary lamp light that makes his white hair flicker a warm parchment yellow. Maybe it’s only rare to catch all that hair down.

Molly doesn’t normally have trouble sleeping at night, but Yasha’s absence felt huge in their shared tent despite the fact that she was only on watch. Haleir, to his credit, didn’t call him out on this after the tiefling invited himself into the wagon, only scoffed when Molly opened with, you know what they say, I’m either lonely or in love, and settled on the cushioned bench beneath the ox-eye window to observe.

Haleir doesn’t pay him much mind, which is fine. It’s too late for conversation above a murmur and he’s used to being watched, used to Molly being the one watching at this point. His hair is gathered and pulled over a graceful shoulder, lays across his lap in a long coil. He’d started from the ends, worked his way up in sections, until the teeth of his brush could pull through a lock from crown to tip without hindrance. It looks like a length of silk, twice as soft.

Molly’s hands itch to bury themselves in all that hair, so he claps his palms lightly against his thighs and hops to his feet.

“Yasha must be finishing up by now,” he announces, voice pitched low. He flashes a grin at him through the mirror, its edges blunting margin by margin the longer he stares. Molly indulges himself by catching a lock of white hair to twist between his fingers, then relinquishes it behind one of his ears; that hand slips to his shoulder. Molly means to say thank you, just as he means to bend to kiss Haleir’s cheek, but he does neither, fingers fanning up the soft curve of his pale throat as he bows to brush his lips along the curve of one long ear.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he murmurs, and thumps his way down the vardo steps.

[khimerism]

a summoning from @parashu​​:  pin / straddle reverse bc she looks good pathetic / violent muse reaction prompts

there was an aching need, an emptiness in its stomach. chittering and hissing echoed into the room as an all consuming ravenous, uncontrollable hunger overwhelmed it. sharp pincer teeth and black sclera on display, unable to be hidden due to the lack of aether within her system. it’d been an age since she fed — too caught up in artifact hunting to realise the passing of time and now she was starving.

the temple taunted her, it felt like. a turn here only to be back where she came from. twisting designs, a labyrinth that it could see no end to. designs laced with traps that did not allow the use of warping — designed to stop voidsent ( admittedly, ones like she’d become ) and mages from stealing the treasures hidden within with ease. 

the clack of a rock hitting a wall, ozone filling the air, the measured pace of footfalls upon the temple floor. it had to be hallucinating, surely? there couldn’t be another within these ruins, and yet, and yet —

the other turned the corner only to be slammed to the ground by the chimera. khoridae perched above, maw opened wide as pupils dilated, taking in the other as she prepared to ravage, to consume. a pause, a blink,

❝ karigan ? aw puppy, i thought you didn’t ever want to see me again ? ❞ leaning down, the chimera buried its face in karigan’s neck, delighting in the smell of divinity, pure and sweet. a tease to itself before she dug in. ❝ did you come to be my next meal ? how kind of you. ❞

[caobengen]

UNPROMPTED ./ @wise-innocence​

For starters, finding Ku Shen was a bit harder than anticipated. Yanfei searched around Liyue Harbor for at least half an hour before spotting her newly found friend, calling his name from afar. She figured it would be best to get his attention before overwhelming him with her enthusiastic presence- it couldn't be help, the young woman had bounds of energy. The warning was needed considering she was quite literally jumping in front of him within seconds of calling out.

"Ku Shen! I have a surprise for you! It's Yanfei by the way! Are you busy right now? Probably not- anyway, hold out your hand for me. I promise it's nothing to be afraid of, I made you a gift!" She explained while impatiently waiting for him to offer his hand, giving it a moment before placing a string of jade beads into his palm. There was very little time to even process what was given before Yanfei had begun to explain them excitedly.

"So I did a little research on this one. Jade represents several values such as nobility, bravery, wisdom, luck; immortality. Figured I should give you something since you're someone I look up to now... I'm unsure if you're one for jewelry, but you can also tie it around your spear if that's more comfortable for you? Or hell, you could get rid of it if you wanted-- But wait until I leave if you do!"

       Trying to adjust to a somewhat more modern life was certainly a task and a half. There was not just the struggle after all of remembering how to communicate with the humans-- But also the mere struggle of tying to get used to the... well... everything else going on around him at the same time. Beyond the deaths and disappearances of loved ones, of course, for that was a whole other beast he could not for the moment hope to begin taming-- No, he meant far more the overwhelming variety of sounds and smells that assaulted him the moment he came close to the habor. 

       How was he supposed to listen to Zhongli prattle on when there were four different storyteller on the street alone, the clinking of dozens of cups, the scrape of a chair, shop keepers peddling wares, citizens passing by with their day-to-day conversations, the sound of the ocean waves never far from mind? To a man who’d spent the past 1800 years in the quiet confines of an utterly peaceful and human-less forest, surrounded by little more than the smell of rain and grass, the harbor was... a bit difficult. 

       And so the weasel-- Or man, in this case-- had taken to lingering at the outskirts of the city. Trying to ease himself into the place further and further without necessary reason. And so that is where Yanfei finds him-- Laying upon a stone ( seemingly ) without a care in the world. In hearing her call his name dose he open his eyes, sitting up and gazing off in her direction. A voice he recognizes... ah, but putting a name to these things is always a dangerous game. The embarrassment of using the wrong name, after all, would surely haunt him-- and so within the first sentence is he already picking things apart, trying to use the context clues, and--

       .... Yanfei! Ah. The tension falls immediately, replaced by a genuinely relaxed smile on the adepti’s face. “Don’t worry, kid, I’m not busy. Not a whole lot of responsibilities for a hermit like me to tend to,” he chirps quickly, offering out his hand to accept this gift, immediately taking to trying to figure out what it is by feel alone-- some sort of beads? They were smooth and cool... 

       Ears prick up as the girl begins to explain, curiosity replaced with a momentary expression of surprise. Noble, brave, wise... “You think far too highly of me!” he quips, joking with a little laugh. Nonetheless, the gift is one he appreciations-- adores, even, though Ku Shen would hardly ever use such extravagant words for his own feelings. “Glad you thought of me, though,” he admits in affectionate tone, holding the beads firmly in hand. Get rid of them? Never. Congrats Yanfei, your gift has now taken the top spot for most emotionally valuable item he owns! ...Not that he owns a lot of items, but the point still stands!

       Pushing himself up and off the rock, Ku Shen takes a moment to stretch out his sore muscles-- before casting another smile in Yanfeis general direction.

       “You got the time for a little walk around the harbor?”

[melodicfae-blog]

@notyetbrokcn

           “Did you need help with finding something?” There’s a gentle smile she             offers to him, pausing the weaving of fake flowers that she had been             doing at her spot behind the counter. It wasn’t meant to come off as              rude, a simple greeting, as he was someone she hadn’t seen before.