whispers of the wind

nai || 19

[thewindanditslover]

🍎 requests are open! (for hq, genshin & mha!!!)

🍎 im looking forward to getting into writing and sharing it :P

see you soon :)

[flowercanopy]

i think despite (rather, because) having lived for so long, flins and zhongli would be the kind of lovers who would appreciate your birthday even more.

for the rare lantern fae or an ancient dragon, your age suggests that you were still a tiny little fae sprite or an itty bitty hatchling. nevertheless, it is precious to see— that is, the way you change over the course of your birthdays. the time you spend with them may be fleeting in their eyes, and yet the fact that it spans for more than half of your life makes the bittersweet reality more bearable to them. if they could give you happiness and engrave their existences in your heart, so you’ll remember them when you eventually leave them, perhaps that thought could be their anchor to remember you fondly on your future birthdays. for even when you can’t celebrate the anniversary of your existence with them anymore, it doesn’t mean they can’t do so in remembrance of your love.

and perhaps one day, once your soul re-emerges from the leylines, there will be one more birthday to add to his long calendar.

[c4tifangs]

once more, i have lost found my heart.

[thewindanditslover]

The soft sounds of metal scrapping paper and flipping pages fills the study room. You and Alhaitham sit across from each other at a table. Books, papers and pens scatter across the expanse of the table–the result from the all nighter the two of you were pulling. With exams piling up, the only way to fully get into studying was with each other of course–except in Alhaitham’s case, you tend to distract him from his books.

Alhaitham can’t exactly remember the day you suddenly turned his world around. Perhaps it was when you grabbed the same book he was looking at in the library and unwillingly gave it to him, or maybe it was when the ‘once in a lifetime library study time’ became a weekly thing–Alhaitham can’t remember. You’re harder to read than the thousands of words he indulges in everyday; harder to understand than any abstract algebra problem. How can he describe how your face makes his heart pound just a little bit harder–his blood rushing through its cycle quicker than before–without sounding strange.

He doesn’t mean to watch you, you’re just a bit… captivating? Must there be a gravitational pull around you where his eyes and body can’t help but turn towards you–there must be some scientific reasoning to why he’s so attracted to you. When he catches your eye from above the book he’s holding in front of him, a teasing look is on your face, and he can’t help but furrow his eyebrows and purse his lips–unwilling to lose ‘focus.’ There was zero chance that Alhaitham was so captivated by one of his peers. A single look from you causes him to lose his composure, the thing he’s been so good at since he was a child. How strange–how unlike him.

[thewindanditslover]

about nai !!

꒱ intro; nai, 18+, queer, they/them

likes

꒱ anime, art, music, yaoi :P

favs!

꒱ lads; all !!! (caleb based LOL)

꒱ jjk; yuuta, itadori, megumi, geto, noritoshi, toge

꒱ hq; hinata, semi, kiyoomi, yaku

꒱ genshin; kuni, albedo, heizou, diluc, thoma :3

꒱ hsr; gepard, jingyuan, danheng, luocha

꒱ mha; shinso, sero, izuku

꒱ csm; denji :)

꒱ tr; rindou, shinichiro, chifuyu, mikey, mitsuya, draken,

꒱ bllk; chigiri, sae, nagi, kurona, hiori, reo, isagi, rin

see you so soon 🍎

[thewindanditslover]

For as long as the wind blows Kaedehara Kazuha will love you. The wind carries songs passed down from generations, conversations whispered beneath yumemiru trees meant for one person’s ears only, and lastly memories. The wind dances to and from nations–between houses, cities and towns. It knows the secrets told in between secluded walls, and Kazuha’s biggest secret is that he loves you–the headstrong, sturdy anchor of Beidou’s ship. A complex person who seemingly enjoys pretty words disguised as poetry and silence just as much as he does.

When he closes his eyes he can imagine you: the image of you burned onto his eyelids–the wind blowing through your hair as the two of you sit against the sails to watch the morning sun rise; sleep still clouding your eyes, features softened as quietness fills your soul during the early hours, but Kazuha could be less tired–there’s an eagerness to see you in this state, to see a part of you that only the ship, the sun and sky get to revel in. There’s always an untold conversation held between the two of you–bruises still pressed onto your skin from last night, warm whispers still dance in the limited space between your bodies.

The wind dances and messes up your hair, allowing a path for Kazuha to cup your face between his hands and brush strands away from your face–promptly brushing his thumb under your eye. Kazuha could only wish that the aggressive adoration he holds for you would phase through his palms into your skin for you to bear the burden of his love. If the anemo vision granted to him from Lord Barbatos meant he was granted powers of the wind, then you must be the winds’ lover. It beckons you back to him, the wind flows everywhere–your love is everywhere. His love is like the cool mist that rises over the top of the ocean, it dances against the hot beams of the sun and cools the coast.

Kazuha holds you dear to his chest, you fill his lungs, sweep him off of his feet and make him want to float away with you forever.

Yet when he opens his eyes, it’s a reminder that he has to leave again. A wandering samurai far who’s too pleased with pretty words and with many secrets left untold–the wind will lead him back to you. Forever and always it carries your laughter and whispers it into his ears, a quick thought to urge his travels quickly to return to you. Your untold conversations caught by the ocean breeze finds its way back to him, catches his clothes and brushes against his face, leaving him with a smile.

The wind carves a place for him to go back to a word he’s forgotten and left in his past–a home.