#zuishi

[kammic]

*   ——   a thread... ft. @zuishi​ [ ID: NÓTT ].

even a demon demands affection. almost pathetic, inscribed that way, but xiao isn’t one to deny himself of such pleasures when he knows it tastes... good. gluttony is a sin committed, a sin indulged. he drinks in the sight of his lover from afar as nótt fends off the monster from the border, this dead zone a reminiscent thought away from the karmic hell. thinks of it this way: the further nótt is astray, the further xiao is askew. and with the aggregated components of his tilted more, he’s rendered full. this is how he consumes. love, by proxy, is a determinant for his survival instincts. after all, what’s there to not love about nótt’s persistence regardless of how close to the carnage he is? xiao adores that. this is the essence of a feast; so, he thrives on it.

still, as much as he’d like to savour the view presented, he also hungers for a fight. the itch around his fists needs a cure, and so, he plunges into the white-cloaked terrain, the snow a cold welcome to his presence. he smirks as he puts on the mask of yaksha, the aura around him darkening in folds. the double-edged jade spear spells out the primordial force that he wields, the sheer utterance of it colouring the battlefield with ferocity of his own. “missed me?” he asks as he ceases for a moment, glancing at nótt. he doesn’t wait for an answer, launching himself into a leap as he thrusts the jagged edges of his dual weapons into the cruxes of these beasts. the shrieks a hue of flavours as xiao inhales, the pained sounds emitted the overture of avarice as he executes the dance of the adeptus, his signature moves a demonic rendition to the rhythmic nostalgia. while mortals did not live to see the fleshed xiao’s fights back in the past, mortals could live to see this... rapture when this demon willed it to be done. after all, where’s the beauty when there’s no terror? it is the garnish to his food, after all, the trepidation that hangs in the atmosphere whenever the mortals linger to see the blood-stained battles.

yet, nótt isn’t one. even until today, xiao isn’t certain of nótt true nature, but he cares none for it. there’s some mirth lining the seams of this enigma, so he basks in that. with that kept in mind, xiao throws his spear into one enemy’s chest, the puncture blooming into an open wound once he travels through the shadow to rive the rest of its body. the being perishes with a shriek, a true piece of music as xiao sharply breathes in the stench. “mm,” he hums in the wafts of grievance, the monsters one by one fallen. the victims to their violent desires. he lets nótt finishes the fight prior to closing the gap between them within several strides. “i ate well.” the announcement is followed by the vanishing mask, revealing the adorning smile, almost too soft for his own liking. “it has been almost three months in liyue. mortals are so... strange.” he takes the liberty to place a hand on nótt’s cheek, caressing the fissure. “and how are you coping, my love? is a hot spring an idea you’d entertain at the moment?”

[aentrophi]

        “ you’re from the dead zone. ” it’s more statement than question and any cheer that had been present within aether’s features is gone in a flash, replaced by cold command. his attention is ever on matters of the surface, never much paying attention to the containment of those from the abyss. really, they’d have succeeded in their plan by now if any of those abyssal beings were just set loose --- but that’s not really on the table, is it ? “ what’s your mission ? ”

@zuishi​ liked for a starter !

[sir-huffman]

💯

Behind Closed Doors [ ACCEPTING ]

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

He is content with anything his date wishes to do.

Huffman has no preference by default, but that is just his inner Favonius Knight talking. If one should ask him what he would want to do and insist/demand they do what he desired...he’d want to spend it inside and away from the public.

As a knight, he is prone to be pulled away from his date (even if he’s “off duty”) should something happen or someone recognizes him and asks for help. To avoid this and not come across as rude or avoiding his duty as a knight...he’d prefer just to cook dinner and just be in each other’s company. Anything they can do in the comfort of his home (or theirs) is fine with him as home is where he can completely relax and have no obligations.

[sir-huffman]

@zuishi​ received a kiss on the hand from huffman

✧ ー lips part ever so slightly at the knight’s initial kiss, placed upon the abyssal’s hand in such a DELICATE manner. it seemed as though huffman feared he would break if touched in a harsher way. truthfully, he is more so used to being roughed around rather than… HANDLED WITH CARE. it’s something that he has become used to. something that he may even DESIRE from time to time. ❝ i don’t understand.. ❞ nótt mumbles, words of confusion falling, tone soft as ever as he gazes down at the other. he did not deserve to be treated in such a way by a mere human. he existed to SERVE THEM. not to be doted on by them. free hand grabs onto the other’s wrist to pull him back up, firmness in his grasp. other hand then lifts to cup the other’s curve of his neck, pressing his frame closer with the human’s. mask hides his thirst evident in now RED hues as he comes closer to warm skin, the mere scent of the surface being enough to drive him INSANE. ❝ you should go.. before i.. ❞

Dulled blue eyes watched carefully as his lips stayed pressed to the other’s hand, observing their every move: expression, body language...Huffman watched as Nótt seemed to be in confliction with himself. But, that was a passing thought as the knight was guided pulled to his feet. A body was pressed against his, closing the space.

There was an instinct to run when a hand graced his neck, a chill ran down his spine at the intimacy, yet Huffman did not move. No. Even if his body told him to run, he would not. As a knight he was trained to suppress his instincts and instead stay and protect others - and in this moment...stay.

                                   “Before you what?”

His voice was soft, innocent, demanding know seeing how he was trapped here. Not that he would fight. A hand was raised to nudge Nótt’s chin up with a brush of his knuckle, urging them to look up (despite the covering of their eyes). Huffman’s blue eyes narrowed, deciphering, observing, yet he gave a silent question...one he did not speak as he waited for the boy to answer:

                                                     ( tell me, good sir, what are you hiding                                                                   ...are you a threat or...? )

[ignitiae]

[ ... ] A THREAD. featuring @zuishi​ [ ID: NÓTT ].

the tangles of feelings are undone upon having their fates intertwined with the culture of this monster... a dragon, elusive in nature, but the indigo scales remind diluc so much of the one in that decisive night that befell his family. he doesn’t know how to keep his feet upright when his knees feel like succumbing to the weight of fears, not from the bestial nature, but instead, from the weighing memories. with the abyssal soldier next to him, however, he cannot let nótt fight it alone, so he props himself up, mounting the nostalgia away for the time being just as he’s been locking it in his mind for years and years that have passed. and so, after the fight is over, followed by the thundering downpour that seems to rivet accordingly as they’re closer to barren lands and endless seas instead of mondstadt. diluc hasn’t heard himself mumble in a desperate plea disguised as another quiet demand, wondering if the cave they’re about to sprint past would be okay for a temporary shelter.

when nótt agrees, he nearly scurries to safety, just so that it’s not out of the conformity of his own impression, for him to simply curl in the corner. the tremors that surge in his body are foreign, but he’s certain that it’s not the cold that induces it into him. his marrows are infested by the secondhand thoughts, so parasitic he thinks he’s shattering. he curls in a corner when nótt asks if he’s okay. he realises that he’s on the verge of tears, but the dripping rainwater from his scarlet strands helps cloak it. he clears his throat awkwardly, the display of onslaught something so... unnatural of him. and so, when nótt settles on the spot next to him, diluc flinches. he cannot prevent himself from the further damage embedded in his being, but he doesn’t know if nótt would like to even care about it. after all, even when they have known and fought alongside each other for a stretch of timespan, he doesn’t believe in sharing his vulnerability with someone so... far.

“i’m fine,” he brusquely says, even when the slight shiver in his tone betrays the very illusion that he’d like to paint at the moment. he doesn’t meet nótt’s gaze even when he can feel the concern dripping from his comrade’s voice. still, he is slightly startled when nótt takes off his mask, revealing the fissured face in full. that’s when diluc turns his head, realising he himself has been swallowed in the vortex of his own trepidation as he hugs his legs so closely against his torso. his tears well up when he meets nótt’s eyes, cerulean that punctures. he sighs, shaking his head. “just... stupid thoughts. i’ll be okay in a bit. do you... need anything?”

[sakuradrops]

@zuishi​ said: “ i bet you think i’m terrible . ”

❝ㅤnow what would give you that impression?ㅤ❞ㅤthere's an allusion of 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 interlaced with solicitude, applied as gently within her tone as the sensation of fingertips upon skin that scarcely knows touch. the soft 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄 of her eyes invites solace in sentiments best conveyed quietly via prolonged gazes & idle whispers. ❝ㅤdo not be misguided by the cruelties of your own perception. what i mean to say is― ...have faith in me. i am aware that such notions will not subside overnight, but my sincerity will not fail you.ㅤ❞

[royalstorm]

‘ you awake? ‘  /  question starters (accepting) .

Keqing practically bores holes into her phone upon opening the text. It’d been a while since she and Nótt had contacted one another ... she can’t, for the life of her, remember the exact amount of time that had elapsed — just that it’s substantial enough for her to question what it is he wants from her.

Violet eyes glaze over to the corner of her screen: 3:42 AM. Here, a breathy sigh catches in her throat. She lifts a hand to shamefully smack the upper half of her face.

He’s still familiar with her habits. Then again, they’re both night owls. Birds of a feather flock together.

She shifts in her seat a couple of times, as if her posture would aid in conjuring up a reply ... and to her surprise, it ... sort of did? Or perhaps she was simply too exhausted to overthink. Didn’t matter. With bated breath, Keqing begins to compose a message back:

                                                   Nótt

<(     you awake?

                   hahaha, all this time and you still know me so well.     )>

                   what’s got you up??     )>

@zuishi​ .

[ignitiae]

[ ... ] A THREAD. featuring @zuishi [ ID: NÓTT ].

nowadays, mind plagued by the weight of incessant thoughts has been none if not normative. he finds the tasks at the tavern a toll even when he typically indulges in it, the figurative jaws of the sharpened teeth fastening around his neck more and more. he believes that in this state of psyche, he’s not good for any battles, although that must go on. his dedication, devotion towards mondstadt is not a bargained duty. it is a vow, still, and for that, he’s about to head back to the tavern when the greyed skies hung overcast beyond the winery’s tall windows. the ornate instruments of war strapped to his being, he’s about to carve his path back to the core of mondstadt via the teleport waypoints when he spots a presence in front of the winery. not quite foreign for diluc, but definitely foreign on the winery’s soil. all-black from head-to-toe, the mask covering half of the supposed stranger’s face not cloaking the recognition dawning on diluc.

the growl of thunder jolts diluc awake, the downpour a sight to behold. in the safe confines of his winery, he believes that the tavern can wait another day... there’s a form of gravity that tethers him to the man, but he is uncertain as to what. the splitting thunders swallow the man, then. gone from his line of peripheral view, diluc knows better than to think that the man is gone amidst the thunderstorms. and so, he hurries out. the man is there, seated on the porch of the winery. diluc stands behind him, arms crossed. “it’s you,” a statement to grab the man’s attention. “we haven’t... got acquainted last time. if you’d like, you can come in, waiting for the storms to recede before you continue with your trip.”