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[viisiond]

@wxnedad​ said: “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” to Diluc (wxnedad) Protective Starters // Accepting!

         “I know.” Despite it being his father, and that he WAS alive and well, Diluc still felt a need to close himself off from others- including him. And as much as he did indeed love Crepus- some things were better off left in the dark.

   “And you don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine.”

                                A bold faced lie.

          Of course, he wasn’t done but he didn’t want the conversation to stay focused on him... he’d rather talk about something else. So he just... let it die out in silence while going back to performing inventory on their wine, tapping his pen on his notes before sighing.

              Barbatos above, silence could be deafening. He just didn’t know how to fill it after that... So from his work back to his father, his eyes began darting only to stay focused on what he was doing before hand.

                  “hm...short on some, I’ll have to make more...”

[darkdawned]

    His eyes fell upon the gift cradled in his father’s weathered hands. Perhaps he stared for too long. He most certainly forgot to pull the muscles of his face into any sort of expression. Why had his father’s generosity surprised him? Had it really been so long since he had been given a present? His mind wandered to the last gift he had received. A foul taste suddenly coating his tongue at the memory, he passed his neatly wrapped package over ( a marble angel statuette within ) and took his father’s. 

    “I was about to tell you the same. Perhaps it’s simply -” in the family was too broad, “ - genetic.” 

@wxnedad {sc.}

[darkdawned]

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜ (wxnedad)

     How painful the concern of his father was, though this was not the first time he had asked this question and as much as Diluc attempted to hide his wounds from him, it was likely to be the last. Four years he spent on his vengeful crusade. Four years that now heavied his stomach with shame. As for those years, Diluc could not bring himself to look at his father’s face as he teetered between life and death. To see his lengthy suffering drove his mind to the most reprehensible urges. So he fled to attain some bloody atonement, knowing that when he returned his father might have passed. As he had come to learn, it had taken mere months for him to heal. His shame did not pass. He suspected that perhaps it never would. 

       Clasping the front of his nightshirt in some vain attempt to hide the scarring that littered his skin. “I’m quite alright. They’re old. You should return to bed.” He responded curtly. Perhaps too curt. He tired to soften but all that came was a tired dullness in his eyes. “It’s rather late . . . I think we could both use the rest.” 

@wxnedad

[kinships]

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.” To Camilla (Wxnedad)

“I know, Master Crepus, but I know I can do this. Just, let me keep trying, please. “ She was determined to master this move, if she could, it would enhance all of her shows. Unfortunately, it was causing a slight pain in her leg, but she didn’t want to give up.

“I promise. I’ll rest when I can do it.”

[carelessadventurer]

@wxnedad​ gets a starter because tumblr deleted the ask.

Otto had removed the more obvious trappings of the Snezhnayan style of clothing. The mask had been put away and the coat which was frankly almost sweltering in this region was put away. The clothing he had on was more akin to what would be worn in the region. Though he was fairly certain that everyone here still recognized him as a stranger. Otto sighed as he wandered through the street of Mondstadt on his way to the Tavern he had heard about. While business was going well according to the other Fatui diplomats though their underhanded methods of diplomacy never sat well with him. It reminded him too much of worlds far distant from this one. 

Otto looked up at the sign before opening the door to the tavern. The entire building was nearly packed full of people and the rowdy crowd seemed to not even take note of his presence. He was surprised to see that there was still a seat at the bar considering the crowd. He made his way over to sit on a stool. Though as he approached the bar in question he realized he was not quite sure what to do. Going out had never really been his thing and neither was drinking if he were to be honest. He had a look of confusion on his face as he looked to the bartender, “Ah sorry... I’ll have whatever you suggest.” He paused after realizing he did not even know if the man had spoken, “Sorry...”

[foxicleader]

@wxnedad

        ❝ あなたは死のようなにおいがします。❞                      « You smell like death. »

Not that Kyuma has any room to talk about horrible smells, since he’s always seen with some sort of tobacco product. However, if there’s any scent that he was particularly wary of, it’s of those who had almost met their untimely demise. That scent lingers... for a long time.

        ❝ I suppose I’m not surprised that Mondstadt has somehow gotten worse about it’s residents, but I’m disappointed nonetheless. ❞