#traevaler

[dcndrohime]

Sentence Starters. // Accepting.

@traevaler - ''it was boring just wandering around by myself''.

Boring.

It was quite the revelation coming from someone who moves so much.

Much more than her atleast.

However, maybe to hear that wasn't all too unusual. The streets of Inazuma tends to be very slow paced, in the colder seasons especially.

''Well, have you eaten yet?, i can share some snacks i have on hands''. This was just about the only thing that came to mind.

Hinamori was not sure how to cure away that sensation of boredom. Maybe because she would always try and find something to do, however small & insignificant.

[huntersoatharchive]

An extensive list of tasks had been bestowed upon her by the illustrious Lady Furina-- that is, various errands that the Archon herself couldn't be bothered to run. Though her duties primarily consisted of maintaining her post as a bodyguard, Clorinde found herself unable to protest too much when Furina asked a favor of her. As a result, she found herself in this rather inconvenient position in the center of Hotel Debord... fetching none other than the various confections that gained Furina's approval. The Champion Duelist quickly excused herself from the forming line once her 'target' had been acquired, opting to ignore the whispers and comments questioning why she was here. It was something she had become accustomed to, thankfully, and the gossip rolled off of her shoulders quite effortlessly. Stepping out into the blazing sun was quite the welcome change, and her indigo eyes squinted in an attempt to adjust to the light. As she did, a familiar mop of blonde hair caught her attention-- none other than the nation's 'hero', a renowned figure in Fontaine's recent history. "Traveler? I had assumed you left Fontaine long ago. It's good to see you again." Clorinde spoke in a quiet tone, falling into place beside them.

@traevaler

[sciamachys]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  ,   the lingering traces of battle carved are into his skin  .    it is familiar  :    the sting which burns alike liquid fire  ,    the dysequilibrium when adrenaline abandons him  .    the pathway of a warrior is not made of flowers  .    or  ,    perhaps  ,    this is destiny of a madman with no prospects but perpetual conflict  .   childe sighs into the starry night  ,    lazily wrapping a layer of ivory gauze around the smudges of crimson  ;    there is no need for sight  ,    when the body knows the traipse  .    𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  ,    to recognize the shape materializing beside him  .        ❛❛        comrade  ,    it has been a while  .    turns  out  ,    you have the uncanny ability to find me like this  .    i wish we would meet under different circumstances  .        ❜❜

[  ☾  ]      a starter , @traevaler

[wcrden]

@traevaler liked for a starter !

❛  what  fortune  indeed,  running  into  you  like  this,  ❜  the  warden  greets,  a  hand  raised  along  with  those  words  as  he  approached  the  traveller,  a  smallish  box  from  café  lutece  in  his  other  hand.  ❛  i've  got  some  slices  of  cake  to  share;  seems  the  esteemed  chief  justice  isn't  one  for  dry  pastries.  ❜

[apprehensivities]

@traevaler // (Late) Valentine's Day Starter

There's a certain amount of anxiety that comes with a blind date of sorts - especially when it's on that one oh-so-romantic day of the year. It also probably doesn't help that poor ol' Fritz has a particularly bad habit of getting into his own head and overthinking things like no other. Is there a word for being painfully normal? Boring, maybe, but there are worse things to be than just normal, aren't there? Yeah.

...Probably.

Regardless of his status of being boring or not, Fritz found himself agreeing to go out of his comfort zone with a particular someone who he met on one of those dating sites. It's, uh.. Maybe it's a little bit of a gamble, but he's been meaning to do more things than simply drowning himself in his work and music.

Fritz drums his fingers on the table in front of him, simply waiting on his date for the time being. Sure, he knows the general appearance of him - golden, blonde hair and amber eyes to match - but he's never really seen him, really.

That is, until someone who matches that description walks on in, and- ...Oh, dear. Maybe this was a mistake, because Fritz wasn't quite expecting a vigilante to be his Valentine's Day date.

Suffice to say, his anxiety is absolutely going off of the rails.

[gonguji]

[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand

why,    the    gongūji    certainly    hadn't    expected    a    gesture    this    gallant!   straight    out    Mondstadtian    fairytales.    though    not    a    common    greeting    in    Inazuma,    Kabukimono    is    more    than    happy    to    indulge    &&    accept    it. smiles    even    with    fulfilment!    in    moments    like    these,    he    feels    like    a    human    &&    it    makes    him    happy.         ❛   hello    to    you    too,    Traveler.    how    are    you    fairing?    have    you    been    sleeping    well?    eating    &&    hydrating    regularly?    Creator    along    with    Gūji    Yae    are    pretty    busy    lately    but    if    you're    in    need    of    help,    I    am    here.    as    your    local    aid,    hehe .   ❜

[heavenlyprinciples-a]

“ ... is there something you need? ” she looks ready to hide, with the door between them ready to close at any point. her hand trembles on the doorknob, her blank gaze contrary to the pitter-patter of her heart. “ i── i have nothing else to hide. ” ( 𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕ traevaler. )

[al-hazen]

@traevaler -- ;

"Do you miss it? Traveling to other planets, I mean."

They sat over a table dizzy with die and cards, Genius Invokation a game he found easy to make conversation over. Though it had a reputation as being dismissed for children, there was enough complication to keep his mind focused but less that he couldn't engage in deeper conversation in tandem. The traveler had been preoccupied of late, especially since Nahida had essentially guided them in the direction of their next quandary.

"I'm sure you have experiences few could match, too."