#temperateskies 01

[blackmagi]

@temperateskies​

The only thing preventing is body from freezing was the odd costume coat Reines had bought him. Interesting tribute from a to-be-queen. It was ‘decent’, even if the hat was dumb beyond words. But it was worse than nothing. His light silk garments were quite useless against that weather.

He kind of missed the warm frilly kimonos he wore as a child. Winter in Kou was... 

“Eh,” he pulled the nearest door, careless if it was a home or a shop. It gave in, making him grin. 

The door clicked behind him, closed once more.  

It was one of those coffee shops, just like the one Reines had. Good. This assured free food and a warm place until he got bored and blasting the place became a necessity. 

“Yo,” he greeted, careless who was there, a hand rose nonchalantly. “This is my domain now”. 

[fangsmyth]

@temperateskies liked for a starter!

lanque has never been picky about who he flirts with. if someone looks like they’re at least a 6, he’s... probably drunk and going to crank that up to a 10 anyways. but the night is much too young, the sun is only now beginning to set.

ichimokuren is practically heavenly, and lanque is just sober enough to tell. maybe he doesn’t have to waste his time mingling at a club after all... ( even though the fact that his target isn’t drunk is going to make it that much harder to achieve. ) still, he digs in his pocket and pops a pill to make sure that his confidence is high as ever.

while they’re going in opposite directions on the sidewalk, lanque deliberately switches gears to walk with him. “ heading home already? the city’s just about to wake up. ”

[shengzu]

        “  is this the norm here?  decorating trees?  though,  i suppose liyue has similar traditions this time of year holding the lantern rite.  ”

     「 @temperateskies​​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」

[schweifend]

➼ @temperateskies​

  Another day, another semi-successful attempts at spreading the mirth of music while building up a small savings that would wind up immediately spent on a dubious pastime the very moment dusk took to the skies. With a bit of daylight to still enjoy, the bard would find himself skipping through the streets of another new area he’d yet to adventure through. Lyre tucked carefully beneath his arm, as the same hand pinched a small bag of cookies that someone had gifted him for his musical services. A kind gesture, and something that would fend well with his future plans to himself. 

 A lot of the island had proven to be far more unique and different than that of Celestia or Teyvat, which is understatement. Other places were more kind to his comprehension than others, but was all still so wonderful to take in. If not for the mysterious circumstances around this sudden move, he may have considered this more of a vacation. So many new people, so many new cultures to learn and sing about! 

 As fate would have it though, his next big interaction and potential hymn would be close to “home”. A brisk walk brought to a hault right outside the building, at a nearby place for tea. The entity reminded him almost a bit too much of a certain blockhead in the way he held himself and that tea cup, but so much more reached out to the Anemo God about them. Perhaps a new friend? 

 “Say, don’t you think that tea would be better in company?” it’s a coy question, banter added on in the weight of the beforementioned small bag of cookies placed on the table,”You’re lucky, I just came prepared with some sweets to go along with it-!”

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @TEMPERATESKIES // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| WHATEVER this is, it is fascinating. He should be afraid, or at the very least NERVOUS by the changes the city has undergone, but his eyes are lit up, lilacs blooming in his unrestrained curiosity and want. Crouched down upon the mirrored surface, he's chipping away at diamond with a small sliver grasped between two fingers. He's not an expert on geology — far from it! — but if this could help him survive, Siebren would continue to do so. He hums to himself, brushing a finger over his work, feeling the rough contusions against the pad of his glove. ❝FASCINATING …. I wonder if this means I can acquire a weapon … ❞

[airofhigherplaces]

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“I’m not five, I know the difference between a break and a sprain!” Kyo wiggled his fingers to demonstrate. “Look, see? Not broken. Geez, why is everyone so concerned with me today?!”

[oborozukiyuki-blog]

@temperateskies

It's been some time since Yuki Douji recieved his sword, Yubashiri. His chest felt comfortably full again, and he cherished the feeling of it's weight inside of him once more. Before coming to this city, he never imagined that he would part with it, the sword being like an organ to him. He must not take it for granted again, he thought.

While he often avoided using the sword, to fight with monsters is much different than fighting people. People, humans, youkai, and animals had hearts, and for that fact alone he found it so wrong, so unthinkable to pull out his sword. But monsters like these, driven only by the instinct to battle and devour had no heart to acknowledge. They would harm anyone, everyone without care, feeling no sadness when they kill, steal--Yuki Douji had no problem slaying such evil.

One down, two down, three. From the corner of his eye he saw another--rushing towards a person. He has to get there, quickly. Pushing himself up by a foot, then flying once he got into the air; in a flash, he sliced down that monster before any harm came. He flipped himself upright, and looked back at the person. It was a face he found familiar, one he's seen before, back at Abe no Seimei's place.

"Ichimokuren-sama, dragon-sama, are you alright?" he spoke.