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[indeliblepromise-a]

꒰১ ✦ : ˚ʚ 【 @prodigiousvisions / March 7th 】 ɞ˚ : ✦ ໒꒱

╰ ꒰১ cont. from 「 X 」

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 were in the Reverie Hotel that the woman could possibly be interesting. Most of what made the Reverie Hotel interesting was not the hotel itself but rather, the Dream Pools that served as the gateway to the Sweet Dream. Reverie Hotel was MAGNIFICENTㅤ—ㅤbut certainly not the grand centerpiece of Penacony.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWell, The Family puts the most emphasis on the Sweet Dreamㅤ—ㅤbut I guess there's SOME interesting things in the Reverie ! There's the VIP Lounge and the bar. The banquet hall is usually used for parties but I guess I can show you that ! We also have some other commodities like libraries, small gift shops, indoor pools, and other things of that sort. Other than that, it's just storage rooms, utility rooms, and break rooms !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤMost of those features didn't get much traffic however. Everyone was far too eager to reach the other side of Penacony than to dwell in the Reverie for too long. If Miss March 7th wanted to explore the area though, than he would be happy to guide her. She just couldn't go into the off - limits areas like the storages or the utilities without him getting PERMISSION.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThere's actually FORTY - EIGHT sectors in the Reverie Hotel so we could be here all day if you'd like !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNow that he said those words out loud, it was a miracle he always got ALL of his work done.

[scarletooyoroi]

"Thoma, you're burning up." Gloved palms are pressed to the side of his face in studious observation, Thoma leaning down in earnest to allow her the proximity, magenta pouring into his own eyes. "Your face - it's hot to the touch," fact; nail struck by the hammer of her tone as heat crosses the boundary of the fabric dividing the contact from his cheeks and warms her fingers. An odd sensation, all things considered. Displaced by her uncomfortable position of standing on tip-toes, she instead pulls him further down to her height as she continues to observe his state.

"What's the matter with you?"

Did she realize how it's the very realm her grasp introduces him to that's the cause? Souls like them are both brave and vigilant, details if known are always etched into their ideas. In this moment, that fiery disposition finds itself brimming with life fashioned in ways never seen before. The fact she openly voices it with that stark and studious tone certainly provided no favors.

In truth? Thoma found himself entranced by beauty that runs well beyond the skin. Comfort finds itself intertwined with struggle, peace with the 'chaos' enriched by her presence. Somehow it leads to a peaceful void that feels compelled to thrive and expand in order to bring a state of tranquility for this moment. Feelings unspoken always had a way of leaving such a burgeoning precipice. "I.. Yeah, being attuned to the Flames of Teyvat.." The topic finds itself being a decent distraction from the billowing cloak of steam heating his mind.

Keqing wasn't asking about the details however. What she asked was about him in essence.

Thoma is so painfully conscious of that answer. Standing as a blockade of shadow, even now, was the constructed idea of how she'd react to it all. Would this face etched with genuine concern find itself changing? Growing modest or distant if he allowed the passions of his heart to forge a confession? It's such a contrasting intensity as unconsciously, he'd lean into that touch, welcoming his weight to her security as a soft sigh spills from him.

Arching down further by her request after a sight that flutters between adorable and endearing, it's this closing of distinct that ignites the pulse. Details such as the way her eyes found themselves rivaling the vibrant, prideful lances of Electro. On another hand, as she spoke, how soft her lips found themselves looking as her native tongue wove her thoughts together. That same intoning part of her often being in the eye of his imagination, of pictured scenarios where their lips met with passion.

Settled within the mind of the Fixer, countless scenarios of a more romantic inclination danced within his mind, his own heart trying to turn the heartfelt emotion into acidic traces instead. The warnings of change had to be promoted despite the tenderness of such a crossing.

..But why?

Without truly realizing it, a need to connect, to close more of this distance by the truth led to his hand gently reaching forth. To secure a portion in her forearm in a careful grip as a means of support. Finally allowing those eyes to peer open, there's a certain earnest nature that burns vividly within jade.

"Keqing? There's something.. Important that I have to share with you. May I have a moment of your time to appropriately express this?"

@prodigiousvisions

[erabundus]

it's  a  bit  DEMEANING  having  the  traveler  push  him  on  someone,  as  if  he's  an  unruly  brat  who  needs  supervising  at  all  times.  if  they're  so  concerned  with  giving  this  particular  human  a  hand,  why  don't  they  do  it  themself?  (  as opposed to  forcing  him  to  shoulder  the  BURDEN  in  their  stead.  )  it's  irritating  enough  that  he's  being  made  to  socialize  at  all  —  everyone  around  him  seems  to  treat  being  left  to  his  own  devices  as  a  crime. 

yet  a  debt  is  a  debt,  and  ren  feels  obligated  to  honor  it  —  in  spite  of  his  many  (  many  )  grievances. they'll need to do more than fix his sorry mistakes if they want him to keep his mouth shut while he does so, however.

❝  i  thought  the  lantern  rite  festival  wasn't  for  a  few  months.  ❞  the  wanderer  says  aloud,  arching  a  thin  brow.  he's  staring  down  at  a  clump  of  PAPERWORK  in  his  hands,  and  while  he  surely  possesses  the  intellect and  experience  to  make  sense  of  it  all,  that  doesn't  mean  he  wants  to.   ❝  are  you  telling  me  preparations  are  necessary  THIS  FAR  in  advance?  ❞

@prodigiousvisions &&. liked for a STARTER.

[archivedprncples]

for  @prodigiousvisions:    a  once  in a  while  opportunity.

dropping  by  is  easy  enough;  even  with  the  way  keqing  travels  through  liyue  for  her  work,    finding  his  to  one  of  the  seven  stars  of  liyue  is  simple  for  an  accomplished  captain  like  himself.    “    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆,    ”    beidou  calls  out,    a  triumphant  grin  on  his  face    &.    a  carefully  wrapped  bundle  between  his  hands.    oh,    he  knows  exactly  what  he’s  doing.    “    oy,    keqing──     i  think  you  dropped  something  near  the  stone  forest!    or  was  it  from  the  jade  chamber  crashing  down    [ ... ]    ?    ”

from:    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥,    accepting.

[worldartspics]

The Ste Chapelle of Paris ⛪🤩

[inkblccd]

@prodigiousvisions​ said:

“  i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile  ” | Annette to Felix!

     “ why bother? it’s not important. ” felix doesn’t often ease his harshness, but annette is a bit of a unique circumstance. he so often lashes out, all cutting words and venomous barbs, but when it comes to annette, it’s somehow easier just to speak instead of snap. she avoids triggering his grieving bitterness in a way that no one else has managed to figure out and he’s grateful for it, albeit silently.

but that doesn’t mean he’ll smile simply because she asks him to. felix is nothing if not honest and he’d rather spit blood than put on a false face. to smile, there needs to be happiness...and felix hasn’t felt truly happy in a long time.

“  don’t feel too bad, you aren’t the only one. who knows, maybe i smile all the time and you all just constantly miss it. ”

    ( fire emblem: three houses starters // accepting )

[reflectionbound]

→ unprompted. not asked for. how dare. ← @prodigiousvisions​ said: "It's a shame you fight with such preservation." Towering stature looms over the battered woman lying before him. She fought well, but it simply wasn't enough. "Tell me, do you have family? Are you fighting carefully on their behalf? Maybe you could have scathed my neck if you were a little bolder." Rainbow hues feigning delight deceive his genuine disinterest. "Ahh, to reach such a bitter fall with little to show for it. There's no way you feel good about it. I pity you." | Douma to Kanae :)

     Blood stains her lips as he hovers above her. The space between them displays the gap in power. If she can not defeat him, she fears for her family. She will not answer his question; better her than them. Kanae will not offer insight as to where he may claw next. Another demon who will never be a friend. He seems like someone who never had friends, even as a human.

     The raw pain within her chest makes it difficult to breathe, and she coughs and gasps for air. The sun will rise; she only needs to last until then. Kanae’s eyes look to Douma with pity. There are few demons she’s ever seen who look as broken as this one. However, her gazes hardens as doubt strikes her. Sorrow is not what breaks him. Friends would never enjoy a moment like this. A shame she will die never having known her dream’s fulfillment.

       “ I will rest knowing you... Koff. ” Another cough, sharp and burning. Her lungs must be punctured. She won’t make it past dawn without help... “ You will only know misery. ” However, the words waver as her sword falls from her hand and clangs against the ground. “ I was hoping... we could be friends... ” She only speaks of her family to her friends.

[abyssent]

@prodigiousvisions​ said: ♛ | Alastor!

♛ — A time when mercy was requested but not provided

Almost immediately, he knew which story to tell. Just the thought of this particular prey twisted a furious knot in his stomach, and his grip on his microphone tightened ever so slightly. Sheer rage bubbled up within him upon recalling the memory, though it was nigh impossible to tell with the deadly grin that permanently remained on his face.

“Oh, most all of them have begged for mercy, even some of the loathsome sinners here in Hell! In fact—ha! There is one kill in particular that will stick with me for decades to come. Most wouldn’t believe it if you told them, but I do have a moral code of sorts, and there are some sins so heinous to me that I cannot overlook their perpetrators. This particular one was....personal to me, in a way. Do allow me to set the scene!”

A snap of his fingers, and a pair of shadows rose up on a nearby wall, a spotlight shining on them as if the two were little more than shadow puppets—and indeed they were, for Alastor. One resembled the infamous Radio Demon, and the other, his wretched victim. The click-click-click and whirring of an old- fashioned movie projector filled the space, and thus the tale began.

“He wasn’t the easiest to find, with only a name to go by at first, but I do have my resources and connections! I knew from the start that he was to die a final death, with no chance at returning to the afterlife by the time I was through with my work. I captured him, bound him so he couldn’t escape, and began my fun. The wonderful thing about having a denizen of Hell for prey is that they can’t actually die unless I take extra care to make sure they never return, so his death wasn’t permanent at first. Oh, I must have killed him....fifteen times, I think! I kept it achingly slow sometimes, and sometimes just a touch quicker, for variety of course!”

“I lost count of how many times I fed off of him; how many times I stabbed him with a knife or ran him through with one of the tendrils under my command. He saw things, felt things that were horrors beyond that of Hell’s darkest corners. Oh, he screamed and screamed—the fresh vocal chords each time he revived made so much lovely music! But eventually I began to grow bored, so I proposed a little game—rigged, mind you. I showed him a revolver in my possession, and you should have seen the look on his face when I explained what I had in mind! You know, he actually thought he had a chance! How hilarious, haha! We took turns pulling the trigger, and I let him sweat it out for a few turns. Would there be a bullet in the chamber, or would he breathe just a few seconds more? Sadly, every good game must come to a close, and I made sure he lost. The only downside was that angelic bullets leave such a mess to clean up!”