𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍.

independent writing blog for childe/tartaglia from genshin impact. written by v,   she/her,   21+.   private.  subject to randomized activity and mostly friends-only.   i don't have a card and i don't plan on making one, so here’s a few rules below the cut.

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My favourite colleague the 11th of the 4 Fatui Harbingers

she coalesces from unrelenting cold and the birth of ardor freezing over, misted into the phantasmagoria that ghosts the space before the eleventh. the ease with which he finds himself before the throne of permafrost is practiced and lofty, tartaglia firmly in his element when he takes a bow. the snow does not displace him, it doesn't make him violent in among glistening ivory; he finds that he's right at home in front of her, and his loyalty placates him and affords his comfortability in her presence as he rises from his custom. his coat is a familiar weight on his shoulders, cementing him to the ground. he is a man of darkened profundity smeared across a starless sky like a blot of ink, designated @tsaritsan's weapon of war, and as such she's always one of the last to see him off.

the balladeer is the consequence of creation, the remnant of a calcified cadaver with the echoes of a will. if tartaglia knew this about him and had it in him to provide any empathy, perhaps he would feel a little sorry for him; alas, he's in the same predicament, a waning emblem of surrendered life in a sea of dark, and his care doesn't extend to the sixth harbinger. his loyalties are surrendered to the crowning of dusk and bitter cold, and when their gazes cross it isn't anything polite, it's acrid and bitter like everything else that ever tumbles out of scaramouche's mouth.

tartaglia operates on imperatives. in a world of absolutes, all he knows are the means by which he anchors himself in this house of demands, and the orders that bring him here to the ragnvindr estate are some of those essentials by which he's required to bend. his fingers hold a delicate letter addressed to a diluc, and he extends it to the gentleman in front of him accordingly. @darkbets in turn sees the empty glint to his gaze and appears to scowl at him; in response, childe's lips curve up into a smile, vacant and light and otherwise indiscernible. to those who know better, this should be considered an omen.

not to christen this blog with a fresh ooc post that nobody asked for or anything but because my rules are short af and i didn't post any other information, i kinda wanted to get this out of the way as an introduction so we're all on the same page