#reignsvir

[caelitio]

Stares from underneath the stairs.

the prickling sensation of being watched compels him to keenly observe his surroundings until his void-like gaze falls to the sliver of space between floorboards, directly into carmine eyes staring from underneath. "... —" without wasting his breath, the harbinger continues on his way. he had little time to waste on those exhibiting insolent behavior as a means to garner attention.

[lucreflect-a]

HOW BA-A-AD CAN I BE ???

[stellarismegistus]

Wrap :>

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ DOMESTIC INTIMACY || ACCEPTING !

     The chilled air seeped through the open window of his residency, tingles being sent up her spine, as she sat on the bench in the open room alone in wait of Diluc. The reason why he called her here was unknown to her at the moment, finding herself questioning why she came here to begin with. He never seemed all that interested in knowing her, let alone inviting her to Dawn Winery. Surely, she wasn't the top of his guest list. That was all besides the point though. No sense in wracking her brain with questions that she may not get answers to.

     The sound of footsteps inching closer caught her attention, snapping her out of her thoughts. Mona looked up and she saw Diluc towering over her, his red hair immediately catching her eye, along with a blanket? The kind gesture was unexpected, but appreciated. She gave a faint smile, as she held out her hand to grab the warm cloth that she very much needed, but it didn't happen that way. In the next moment, a quick "here.." was said from him, as he unfolded the blanket and proceeded to wrap it around her. The proximity between them was the closest there had been before, his scent was all she could smell, as he carefully placed the blanket around her cold body. Mona felt oddly embarrassed by his actions, holding onto the blanket that engulfed her, as she looked down at the ground.

      ❝ Thank you, but why the sudden kindness? Is there something you need? ❞

[cindrelle]

        “  for the damages,  i apologize.  ”  the man eyes the split - in - two table & the obnoxious drunk that he’d lifted by the  ‘  scruff  ’  of their neck and slammed against the wooden surface.  dainsleif had been doing his best to ignore them,  but they’d strayed too close,  slinging an arm around him with faux camaraderie.  his skin had felt like it was boiling and then one thing had led to another and ...

        “  how much will it cost ?  ”  he’s already reaching for his pouch.

@reignsvir​ // starter call.​

[archivedprncples]

@reignsvir​​  are  you  happy  now

“    𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰,    𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦  to  be  a  fan  of  the  knights.    ”    there’s  a  lilt  to  vincent’s  voice,    breezy    &.    cheerful,    that  does  wonders  to  prove  the  opposite.    perched  on  the  counter  of  the  bar,    he  nods  his  head  over  at  to  the  group  in  question,    chin  in  hand,   as  gloved  fingers  tap  thoughtfully  against  the  side  of  his  drink.    but  he  does  little  else  with  it──    instead,    he  smiles  at  the  bartender  with  a  low  chuckle,    glass  in  hand  completely  forgotten.    “    i  don’t  think  i  ever  see  you  in  here  when  they  aren’t.    ” 

[melodicbreeze]

@reignsvir​ replied to your post:

help I thought this was going to link to cala’s blog or smth

THAT WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH FUNNIER-

[oniyare]

@reignsvir​ chose violence:  "... Love ?" As if it would work. The overgrowth of yearning that distance would incite would put a strain on a bond that had yet to repair. Why muddle things with romance ? Why put a heaviness on shoulders when both of them could never depart from their places of origin ? We both have obligations, hjarta mitt. Could you leave for me ? I couldn't for you. It'd be selfish to uproot another who's finally grown warm in his home. Head tips upwards as he looks at him. He was deserving of this at least, the gaze. "I'm sorry, I do not think I feel the same way."

    ❛                        oh  ❜ enthusiasm dies upon his tongue , broken in the span of eleven tiny words. he thinks... he thinks. was it all just in his head ? the lingering gazes, the gentle ; teasing smiles. private laughs as gloved fingers curl around his own. it was all so familiar - like a dream come true. how itto had ached to feel his touch again, to feel his warmth pressed against him ; so much so that his traitorous heart had welcomed the redhead right back in his life even though he left him behind once before. abandoned him, casted him away just like everyone else had. just a dirty street brat - itto had carried that disappointment with him, tucked away deep inside his heart ; a bitter reminder in the gift he never managed to throw away - only to forget it all the moment he´d met diluc again years later. stupid, stupid, stupid. what made you think this time would be different ? that diluc actually cared about him just as much as itto did for him? after all, diluc hadn´t come back to inazuma for him. it was mere coincidence that they met again in the markets of inazuma that day. luck  -  no. misfortune. 

the breath hitches in the oni´s throat as he takes a step back, surprised at the bitter sting in his eyes. he hadn´t cried in years, not even back then. the harsh wind of the ocean night had beaten against his face, whipped his hair into knots and froze his fingers stiff against the plates of yakitori he´d bartered for the two of them, but he hadn´t cried. the night his parents had withered away, itto had screamed - trashed, cursed at the people who so easily destroyed their lives - but he hadn´t cried. beaten down at the side of the road, bleeding and alone in a world that hated and feared him - that just wanted him dead and gone ; he hadn´t cried.  things had been different with diluc. the first one to extend his hand towards him, the first one to look at his horns and not care. being with him had given him a taste of a normal life - as normal as hunting down a pack of foreign villains could be. sitting around a campfire, roasting their dinner and sharing stories, legends. regrets. their days had been filled with adventure and for the first time itto had felt free. freedom that cracked on the docks, that shattered as he now looks down at the burning crimson. he´s such an idiot. ( if only you´d have asked, back then. itto would have said yes. would´ve hopped right onto that ship with you - the two of us against the world. ) a tear slips down his cheek and he clamps down, wiping it away with a fist and a sniff. stop, stop it right now. you´ve embarrassed yourself enough.  ❛   right. yeah. ❜   leave, get away - go before he can see ; he clears his throat, straightens up, balancing on the edge of a cliff with the waves treacherous underneath ; beckoning him to fall and drown.   ❛   goodnight, diluc. ❜  and the oni leaves his steps echoing loudly in the halls of the winery. he doesn´t stay the night, can´t bring himself to - not with the possibility of diluc leaving him behind one last time. leaving him waiting, sending him away through his servants. no. itto refuses to be crushed again.  no. this time, it´ll be him. he sets down his comb on the bedside table ; a beautiful, simple thing - not made to last but he´d taken good care of it and against all odds, it held strong. the first gift he´d ever received. both a precious and devastating reminder. not anymore. maybe it was finally time to move on. itto turns his back and walks away into the dead of night, alone.

he feels lighter than he had in years. 

[zorkaya-moved]

“  you don’t get a choice this time.  i’m helping you.  ”

@reignsvir

It takes control to not slap his hand away, but it takes the man’s courage to grab onto her hand. For a moment, she does not hear Diluc’s voice but sees red - blood, fire, screams, her hands, Yaroslav, Derek, Matthew, Svetlana, Andrea, Evgenia, Hae-Won, blood in the snow and blood in her mouth; she was choking on it then as she was falling down from the cliff. All red, all blurry, her side hurting. No, this is all in the past and Diluc's presence brings her back when he grabs her hand and leads her forward, out of this place. The scent of blood is real just like his scarlet hair, his eyes are flaring just as brightly as the torches in this cave where bandits made their lair. She could’ve taken them all by herself, but it seemed like the hero had to make his appearance right before the chains around her neck were broken and the monster was unleashed. 

You don’t have a choice... That’s what life told me by bringing me back, Zarina thinks to herself as eyes stare at his back. Their footsteps echo in the cave, the bodies of knocked out or even killed bandits lay there without the ability to get in their way. The marks of Diluc’s Pyro vision are seen and it makes her taste bitter ash in her mouth, she feels the void suck out all of her emotions once again: empty, hungry, bored. 

His salvation will be within flames, either burning himself for someone or choosing self-destruction. Those who live to save others before themselves die first, she knows it all too well. The memory of Svetlana putting herself in harm's way to protect several of their teammates, the army falling down at the betrayal, stabs in the back making the strongest warriors fall down and succumb to their wounds. Sokolova feels the same while looking at Diluc now, his determination making her remember Victor's stubbornness when he told her he'll protect her and he'll help her. Her brother, her family, her last light. It makes her wonder if people like Ragnvindr were there, would she not be in this situation? Zarina remembered his inquiry about salvation, being saved has never been one of her checks on the list. When was the last time someone was so stubborn and so warm to reach another? Hah, as if it would change anything now.

“ Diluc, ” she has been obedient, following him and not saying anything against his offer of help. He has already gotten ridden of those who were in the way out and she knows he is a skilled warrior. She noticed it before, in the way he walks and in the way he dresses, in the way he talks and in the way he glances around, in the way he reacts and in the way he listens. He is a skilled one, it makes her wonder how he would’ve survived in Snezhnaya where bandits like these are simple pests and where fish is so much bigger and far more monsters lurk around. Would he be a welcoming presence? Would his embrace be warm? Would he smell like fireplace back home? She wants to test it out. It takes a second for her to abruptly stop once they’re out, grab his hand tighter and yank him towards her, proving that she is not as weak as it might be seen. Once he was facing her does she let go and steps forward, wrapping her hands around the other and hiding her face in the fur of his jacket. He smells like dawn and fire, like warmth and home, but it’s not her home. “ Thank you. ” She doesn’t mean it, but it would make sense to say it in this situation. Unknown to the hero, the villain’s eyes are hollow and cold when he doesn’t see, she clings to this sense of warmth to remind herself of her own humanity. For now, she’ll think of him as a tool to remain a human, a string she’ll attach to him to not get lost in the abyss of winter’s nightmares.

“ Stay with me today... Help me. Please. ” Make herself look vulnerable and tired, make it seem as if she’d dropped her mask to showcase herself as a person, not a beast hiding within the beauty. Nay, she makes the beauty’s mask work its magic as her voice trembles. The ever-confident, smiling and seductive Sokolova does this with full understanding of what possibilities such acting can open. Mayhaps, she does not wish to admit she wants to long closer to this warmth and this light, masking it all under the guise of usage. Who knows? It depends on the hero who he’ll tug that string she attached, cutting it away or dragging her closer? It all depends on the hero’s flames that must melt the glacier that is her existence. Burn her until there is only a frozen flower left. “ Even if you have to pretend... can you be my home for tonight? ” Somehow, the deepest desire comes out with her voice’s tremble, honesty can be noticed and Zarina has to bite her lower lip to not allow such “nonsense” to come out. She must stop thinking about what ifs that will become burdensome in the future. Her goal is one and only, her life is everything but long. “ If I have no choice, then take responsibility for extending your warmth to me. ” She’s so cold, so terribly cold.