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@maljefe / unprompted / loni & ash

there's an eerie silence on her end, as if she was waiting to ensure no one was around. "ash..." his name sounds beautiful on her tongue. as if it were a holy word and she the preacher. "i, um..." a bang jolts her and a shuffling is heard before several people begin yelling. "don't come looking for me...! please! ash please don't... I'll come back! shi- GET BACK!" a grunt and scream follows as the sound of a bone snapping echoes. "i won't be me... it won't be me when i come back! but please give me time! i'll be okay. i'm always okay!" someone hollers out for help and it's only then that the phone goes flying across the floor.

"this bitch! how did she have this we took her phone i thought!"

"it doesn't matter get rid of it before they track it!"

a scuffle can be heard along with the sound of a gun going off followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground. "... ash... i lov... you... please... be safe..." after that the message cuts off and the phone dead.

❛ be safe? huh. ❜ he asks, hand limply holding the phone before it sinks down to his side heavily, dangles there for a solid few moments before he clenches his hand, barely has to exert pressure to have the entire thing broken in his hand. he wants to think losing loni has driven him to insanity, but he’s been insane before. this didn’t feel like it. maybe he’s finally grown sane. his other hand barely moves, twists when he feels blood spray over his face. oops. arteries. right. ❛ you hear that, pal? she wants me to be safe. ❜ the only response he gets to that is a sickening gurgle and he feels like laughing. perhaps, at a much later date, he’d feel guilty. technically the only crime this guy committed was owning the very best equipment for tracking someone down in town - well, right after the government. but ash is neither in the mood nor does he have the time to deal with the feds. he’s playing nice, though. doesn’t draw it out and simply uses the opening to plunge his hand into the mans chest to rip it out. it’s a swift death, one of the fastest he’s ever granted. especially when he gives the organ the same treatment as he had his phone. blood smears over his face, but the most he bothers to do is kneel down almost casually, one arm resting over his knee.

the other rummages through the mans pockets, finds his keys. good. he’s stolen the blueprints before and it took little more than two glances to find out where exactly he’s stashed his equipment. the rest of it, that is. ash is anything but a fool; he’s already hooked up his phone to the mans pc the moment he entered the mansion. before the man even knew he was here. he lets out an amused chuckle, feels the same flash of anger he did when he finally decided that enough was enough. that his torment in the lab was to be over. except this time it is much, much more personal to him. more important. maybe the simple program on a more public pc wasn’t enough to properly track the call, but it was enough to give him a decently less large circle of possible locations. still big, but much less than half the damn world. good thing he trusts loni, else he might not have anticipated her to find a way to call him. but if he knows anyone as stubborn as can be it’s her and that alone carried him through preparations in hopes of hearing her call him. be safe, huh ... bold words, given that the only reason he stayed alive had been ripped away from him. and where he had been angry at the loss of his freedom, the loss of loni was much more bitter, fiery. if it meant taking apart the whole country so be it. he’d walk over mountains of corpses if it meant he got to find her. bring her back. matters of his morality where an entirely different thing. if she would hate him for all the things he was doing & going to do, so be it. but she could hate him after she was safely back home.

❛ good thing ash isn’t the one looking for you, then. ❜ he mutters, tracing a finger over the broken pieces of his phone, smile turning just a little more cruel. yes... ash was gone, for now at least. gone the moment he’d found out about lonis disappearance. if she didn’t want ash to look for her, fine. then ck 01-2931 would have to get the job done. good. fine with him.

#you: *sends this*#ash: haha time to go batshit crazy :)#Anyways JESUS FU CKC HE'S GONNA GET ONLY WORSE FROM HERE :)#murder /#heart /#blood /#ask to tag.#jkflgjldfkgjödkfgjl JESUS CHRIST JAZZY #REPLY TBT .#ASH TBT .#also you know shits about to go down when ash WILLINGLY uses his laboratory assigned identification #:'))))))

@solaoccasum / emotional prompts / kaeya & diluc

“ just… tell me how to fix this. ”

❛ fix what, kaeya? ❜ he hisses the others name as if it burns his tongue when he speaks. and perhaps it does, perhaps it burns him more than any wildfire or vision. it holds so many memories, good and bad alike and the winery owner can’t help all the emotions that surge up in his chest, threaten to rip into his heart with all of their sharp claws and create a cavity in his chest. fix this, fix that. they couldn’t do that, they both knew it. their relationship was nothing to mend, to fix. it was something that at best, they could clean up like the shards of a broken glass. and just like that very broken glass they’d never be able to fix anything, they could only replace what has been lost. at best. he wants to say that, wants to offer this branch. instead he recoils as if he’s been dowsed in boiling water, all snarl and anger in his expression when really he feels like crying. it’s the cavalry captain himself that brings him back from his little hissy fit. expression of raw, unadulterated sorrow that flashes across his brothers face. he relaxes, realized he’s tensed up as if ready to fight. sighs, heavy and tired and pinches the bridge of his nose. of course ... kaeya had been a bright eyed, hopeful child when they were young. back when the weight of his fate had been a little less heavier on his shoulders. back when they still quarreled as brothers rather than fight as adults. his voice is void of any bite and malice he might have carried in it before like a sharpened blade ready to cut, instead there is years of hopelessness that all burn through his words in the way his exhaustion carries itself in his tone. ❛ this isn’t something either of us can fix. all we could do is ... is ... ❜

he pauses, hesitates. this was make or break. either he could offer out a hand to the brother he lost, clearly in anguish as much as he was, or he could cut ties once and for all. make kaeya hate him. could try to make kaeya hate him. he’s not quite sure if someone who so foolishly cares when he shouldn’t could actually hate him. it’s been one of the others flaws since they were children. his big heart. his kindness. even if at this point he hid it well, carried it in his sleeve as if it would be hidden from the world there when all that did was carry the threat of it falling out of its hiding spot to reveal itself for all of teyvat to see. he relents, hesitant, struggling. the words cost him so much more than just his energy. drain him of so many things all at once ‘til diluc doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to feel now. ❛ ... try to clean this mess up. ... find a way past it rather than through it. ❜

#REPLY TBT .#DILUC TBT .#nobody talk to me i am emotional #anyways diluc's trying!!!!! HE WANTS TO JUST ACCEPT KAEYA AGAIN AND YET HE JUST!!!!!!#ITS SO HARD ON HIM BY E IM SO EMOTIONAL HE REALLY WANTS TO

@solaoccasum / emotional prompts / yae & antoine

“ i love you. ”

even with his memories back to haunt him on the daily he can’t remember the last time he’s heard those words from anyone else. perhaps his father had whispered them to him when he was sick, shivering and crying out for his own parents in the dead of night after his mother and sister had already passed on. perhaps his mother had whispered them into his hair affectionately when she’d held him as a toddler or infant. perhaps someone has said them to him from a point in time he can’t remember. he hopes someone has; otherwise he might just have to convince himself that he’s somehow fooled the smartest person he knows, and that was a can of worms he didn’t want to open. his expression is somber, none of his usual bravado and cockiness to be found when the slightest tint of red burns his cheeks, when his eyes turn almost thoughtful and his lips press together into a fine line. he glances to the side, at where his other arm is supposed to be and inhales heavily. perhaps basile loved him, like a brother. he did lose an eye just to save him, after all. but he’d never said that, whether it was because antoine read a brotherly relationship into what wasn’t there or because he was scared of considering someone family again after all he’s been through, he wasn’t sure. he looks to his feet, thinks. perhaps for the first time he has some clarity to his thoughts and it makes his heart heavy. yae ... wasn’t like anyone he has ever met. she didn’t ask for much, wanted much less than anyone else ever demanded of him. sometimes he wondered why. what exactly made him the person worthy of her attention. and he knows he can never return all the things she’s given him; the emotions, the love, the hope. all he can offer is his life, all of it for whatever it’s worth. just that and the hopes that it’s enough.

he lifts his hand, scarred and rough with reminders of who he was and who he is not etched into every part of him. his touch is gentle, so much more than he is used to, when he carefully rests it against the side of her face, thumb brushing over her cheek when he offers a soft, tremulous smile. he’s just a human, one who up until a short while ago didn’t even have his own name. and then ended up burying said name to embrace the one he’s been given by someone else. it’s such a heavy realization that he wonders if that’s what she feels like more often than he might ever. if that’s the price that came with having a brilliant mind. if it is, then he’s almost glad to be a fool. because at least he’s a fool so hopelessly enarmored with someone else that anything else mattered little to him. ❛ and i love you. for all of this life 'n the ones after that. ❜ he doesn’t even know if there’s a life after this one, but he likes to think so. he can’t remember his own mothers face. does not remember what his father looked like other than when he found him dead & strung up. sometimes he worries he might forget basile one day, too. but her ... even he knows that a thousand life times could pass and he’d always remember yae. that if there was a way to come back after he’s passed, he would. stubbornly so. and he’d make sure to find her, to return to the only person that ever made him feel at home. finally, he lifts his gaze off the ground, looks at the kitsune and feels his heart swell in his chest. for as much of an idiot as he could be, he’s glad to know that even he knows what love feels like, in all its tender, painful glory. and he’s all the more glad to be able to say that no matter what happens, no matter what any other person in his life or past might have said; there was at least one person in this world that cared about him. that didn’t think any less of him for all of his flaws.