#starfallenwishes

[fcreststridcr]

**~ A Frosty Encounter ~**

@starfallenwishes​

Tighnari was glad that his clothing was warm enough for the terrain that he found himself lost in as everything around him was frosty and covered in a thick blanket of snow, completely different than the hot climate of Sumeru, his long ears twitched and tail swayed as he ventured onward. 

His mind raced with endless questions and possibilities, wondering what forms of life thrived in these dangerous parts of Teyvat. 

[celcstialls]

starter for @starfallenwishes​ w/ alhaitham    |   feat. kaveh

How many nights in a row was this now? Stumbling himself to the door of Alhaitham's apartment, drunk. Again. He checks his pockets, blindly searching for the key Alhaitham so kindly got made for him-- but nothing. Not a key in sight. Kaveh hiccuped, slumping his side against the front door with a groan. "..Haitham!!!" He yelled out against the wood, voice muffled slightly by his cheek pressed up against the grain. "Al-Hai-Tham!" Knowing his luck the Scribe would be sound asleep.. Serves him right for spending what little money he had left for the week on drinks with some sweet talking merchants. Frustrated, the architect smacked his head a few times against the door before finally giving up and just slumping to the floor with a grunt.        "Ugh stupid.. Good sleep schedule.. Snobby little know it all."

[fcreststridcr]

Ahh, so this was one of the ones that assisted in saving Lesser Lord Kusanali. His long ears perk up before he would speak to the one known as Alhaitham, curious of the device they wear covering their ears as his long tail sways back and forth.

"I apologize for the sudden intrusion but I didn't have a moment to thank you for your assistance in saving Sumeru's Archon, my name is Tighnari, a forest watcher from Avidya Forest, you are Alhaitham correct?"

He politely speaks, holding out his right hand in greeting to them.

@starfallenwishes

[al-hazen]

       “If we take the positioning of… the last star… and…” As the girl mumbled, her head could be seen falling forward. She was sitting out on the overlook in front of the Akademiya, not too far off from the entrance. Perhaps in hindsight she shouldn’t have decided to do her usual star mapping here in the city as opposed to where she usually does it. However, after one too many times waking up in the middle of nowhere, she found it might be best to at least be closer to people when she decides to doze off. Maybe they could help rouse her from her sleep walking spells. At least, that had been the hope. However the lights bleeding out from the buildings made it far too difficult to see the stars, so she had adjusted her position further away and in less lighting. A mistake on her part as now she had started to drift out of consciousness. It wouldn’t be long until she slipped out of the chair she’d dragged out from the library and onto the ground. 

     “A-Ah…” She blinked, shaking her head before grabbing her star map and pulling it into her lap. She attempted to continue her task, but within no time she was falling asleep again. 

@starfallenwishes from here.

Admittedly, there would always be a part of Al-Haytham that was always fond of his former alma mater. Although it had been centuries since he'd graduated, he couldn't help but like to do business in this Darshan whenever he could, the cobalts and blues of the architecture making him nostalgic when he once more the uniform that hadn't changed much in the centuries since. To no one's surprise, in one of the avenues that led to their entrance within the House of Daena, one of its more infamous students moments away from passing out as she seemed wont. Al-Haytham hadn't met Layla before this, but seeing the younger elf close to falling from her chair caused the Scribe to almost speed to her rescue, all before realizing it was needless. It wasn't uncommon to see students draped over the tables and furniture in various stages of sleep--usually moments away from being interrupted by one of the Matra who didn't condone such behavior, however benign--but Layla was a special case when her fugue states led to fantastical feats of scholastics... and even athletics, if the rumors were true.

"I'm not one of the Matra, if that's what you're worried about," he stated with thoughtfully folded arms, considering the Rtawahist in amusement. "So, once you fall asleep, when do the incredible feats begin? One hour in, two?"

[sumeruarchitect]

❝ Say that again. I dare you. ❞ (Cause you know Alhaitham has to start something.)

instigation starters

"Oh? What do your ears no longer? Or you do you only listen when it centers around you." Kaveh smirked crossing his arms. "You heard me, your knowledge of architecture is only because of me. Thanks to myyyy lectures! So thank your senior for sharing knowledge." He holds his hand out. "Now, give me my key. Honestly, I didn't track you all through Sumeru for that."

[al-hazen]

❝ I care about you. ❞ ( -Kaveh, not being a brat for once )

They couldn't always be antagonistic, that he knew. Through shrouds of drudgery and sameness that could come through every ordinary day, Kaveh was... an alarm clock. Not nearly as irritating as he imagined he was, especially juxtaposed to the several centuries Al-Haytham had been alive, but more energetic and spunky than he was usually prepared to handle. Supping in one of the palace's courtyards usually was a private affair where the architect preferred to live it up at the nearest bar or tavern in Port Ormos proper, but that evening had been spent sedately. Likely an enormous undertaking that demanded the blond commandeer every inch of his massive library and study for whatever use that might beget.

So, color him surprised when Kaveh not only joined him, but partook in the Ful Mudammas he'd prepared mostly for himself. Something about his cooking being poison to one who was as much a gourmet as he was an architect or artisan. A cool zephyr crested the high walls that contained the courtyard, Al-Haytham's gaze speculative and wondering on Kaveh who spoke so suddenly in what had otherwise been a reasonably tame debate betwixt them.

"Without, you'd no longer have access to my tab for your exorbitant drinking splurges, among other indulgences. Hm, eat your Lokum if you're going to insist on staying here. And there's certainly no need for such strange lines of conversation."

[al-hazen]

❝ I can’t believe you did that. ❞ (From Kaveh)

"You find everything I do to be problematic. Enlighten me: what, specifically, has outraged your sensibilities this time?"

At the time, allowing Kaveh residence in his home seemed like a good compromise. Aspects of Al-Haytham's life were a sham, his home a hollow shell rarely lived in when work and interest took him across Sumeru and abroad. Having someone who could fill the gaps despite being none the wiser about the enigmatic Scribe and his true occupation felt like an alibi. Sometimes, people came close; he never removed his earpieces, even in peacetime, and his presence in his manse was sporadic at best. The blond was broke, and largely granted free rein. Any compromising secrets on Al-Haytham's end had turned to ashes generations ago, posing no risk.

No, not when all that mattered was Nahida and securing her freedom.

Idly did he turn the page of but one of many slews of documents he leafed through, most too old to have been entered into the Akasha System at the time of their transcription. As he waited for Kaveh's litany of complaints, Al-Haytham remained fixated on the trowel of words.

"Well? I don't have all day."

[tearsofrosa]

‘ You know what your problem is? I'm too good looking. ’ (I saw this and could not resist the urge to have Marius be a little shit)

that 70s show starters - accepting

deep breaths, and resisting the urge to rub her temple. she could do without a headache today.

she honestly could not decide if he was saying this to annoy her, truly believed his words, or if it was a mixture of both. in all likelihood, it was both. there was no denying he was good-looking, but she saw no need to inflate his ego further and play right into his hand. no way.

bright smile on her features, she tilted her head to look at him and calmly said, “too good looking? whatever gave you that idea? i suppose beauty IS a subjective thing, and is in the eye of the beholder…” but she offered no opinion on the subject herself. let him take from that what he will.

she almost instantly regretted taking the bait and rising to his words, however. soon would come those puppy dog eyes and she would be begging for forgiveness. she hadn’t even been harsh, just a little teasing, but she’d still fall for his act. there were some things she had no defences for.

“i wish i had that problem,” she said quickly, cutting in before he could say anything. and look at her in that way of his. “i ate way too much leftover halloween candy, i think it’s pretty much gone straight to my cheeks,” she said, mostly joking, as she put her hands to her face and gently squished her cheeks for a second.