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[mother-of-aeons]

@frostwoven  {  X  }

Barbeloth  let  out  a  small  hum,  tapping  her  fingers  against  her  cheek.  She  took  a  sip  from  her  drink  before  returning  it  back  down  with  her  magic.

“  If  Little  Klee  had  entrusted  me  with  such  a  concern,  I  would‘ve  been  delighted  to  indulge  in  it.  ”  Barbie  frowned,  she  couldn't  recall  the  last  time  she  had  spoken  with  Jean…  It  must  have  been  a  great  deal  of  time.

“  The  Acting  Grand  Master,  I  hope  she  is  doing  quite  alright  with  Varka  returning.  ”  Barbeloth  mused  aloud,  remembering  that  their  ‘little’  grand  master  had  returned  to  Mondstadt  after  his  latest  expedition  prompted  by  her  scryglass.

[tomoshibi]

@beloven : ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ hmmm white for towa

Thrilling: touching that euphoric feeling of understanding deep in his stomach, Towa allows himself to smile so slow and beautifully — he's been chasing the reaper his whole life, flitting in and out of fits of death throes like some war-torn soldier making his final stand but still, still, born with the need to make art in his heart, the need for a conclusion painted over a canvas in blood... The smile becomes something sinister, and at the same time detached and absent. It's unnerving.

——— ' Careless, ' he admits plainly tapping his lip absently. ' If death will come, I hope he brings a house warming gift. '