self-indulgence at its finest

I'm a (mostly) nonsharing selfshipper, but it depends on the character!

My current focus is Il Dottore (Genshin Impact) : heavily selective ← doesn't really matter in a fandom context, so feel free to ignore!

No specific DNI. I can't control who interacts with me, but I block liberally to curate my space. Proshippers aren't welcome here.

Other blogs:

@caelumsanctum : reblog sideblog

@lovinglin : old selfship blog (archived)

personal blog : mutuals only

"Let me treat you to some proper entertainment" they said. "It'll be fun" they said.

The fallen vigil could only look upon their friend in confusion at first, cocking their head slightly to the side as their wings followed. Although the smile they wore never once faltered, it's overall demeanor seems to show it's hesitation at the offer still—the gears in their head turning to process such words.

"...Are you flirting with me?" Was its first response, earning itself a boisterous laugh from its devilish companion—seemingly unable to hold back their amusement this time around.

"Interpret it in any way you want," was their answer in turn—vague yet carrying that same playful charm, emphasized by the lilt in their voice. It only served to make the tilt of the vigil's head grow further, gears working overtime to understand the implications it may hold. Another laugh was earned in response, albeit much softer as a hand came up to halfheartedly stifle it.

"You have such a way with words," the vigil finally spoke after a moment, straightening its head as it reached its hand out to them. An acceptance of the invitation. "If I hadn't known any better, I'd say you'd make for a far more interesting observation than humans."

Footsteps echoed throughout the mostly empty theater as the vigil let themselves be eagerly led by their friend. It wasn't long before they both reached the similarly empty stage, curtains already drawn to the side for viewing—yet no play took place.

Stepping into the spotlight, the vigil shields their eyes momentarily before their vision could adjust at the newfound lighting.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be the performer on stage?" Their hooded friend mused, making the vigil glance over just in time to see the relaxed posture they had as they took slow steps around the expanse of the stage.

It hummed, their wings twitching in thought. "Not really," they answered simply.

"Would you like to know?"

That makes the vigil pause despite their already still posture as they stood in place. They don't answer immediately, opting to watch their companion in silence as they take a few more steps around the stage before halting right in front of them. They offer up a hand in invitation once more, and after a beat of hesitation—the vigil accepts once again, an indication of their answer.

It soon becomes obvious they were hardly built for this kind of thing.

The first few steps they take, as they're led into a silent dance, were clumsy. It was akin to a newborn fawn stumbling on its own legs at the attempt to walk for the first time, or a person with two left feet attempting to dance.

The vigil was thankful enough their friend was patient and understanding during this learning process, muttering occasionally apologies to them when its footing was all wrong. Although it did send them a playful glare or two when they chuckled in response to a misstep.

It wouldn't take long before their steps flow more smoothly with their companion, soon finding themselves moving in sync more easily with them. With each other's hands intertwined together, they dance to a nonexistent beat that only they seem to know.