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𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐖𝐎𝐎 | multimuse sideblog to @.sir-huffman written by Duke

about/rules carrd | updated 07.12.2022

This is a very low maintenance sideblog that will just be a hub for all the small muses I am semi invested in. As such they will mostly be Mondstadt focused because I’m an Mondstadt simp.

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Lord Barbatos

il Capitalism Cappachino Capitano

Venti’s laughter seemed to mix with the notes of music, leading the captain through old steps of a dance he had learned. Steps that were taught to be by a citizen with brilliant red hair. “You flatter me, but love and freedom have always been drawn to each other. It’s natural for people to create such gifts!”   He hummed allowing himself to be spun free so only his the tips of his fingers kept them locked. Few dared to separate the bard from his partner of the night. The precise steps of a noble contrasting to his  own flighty ones.  How long had it been since he danced with a citizen of ice and snow?   He let himself be pulled till he could stare up at the helm that hid the face. The air in the small tavern feeling so much more like the ones at Windblume or even Ludi Harpastum. “I’m surprised you took such an offer to dance with us.” Sky colored eyes flickered back towards agents who chattered to freely about their own travels to citizens. Topics kept light and inviting, a night of calm.  “It’s takes a wise captain to lead his soldiers through a peaceful moment.” He complimented back. Venti had run into a few more unsavory agents who had chased the bards till they sat back at the edge of town. A vexing moment for the fresh faced bards who only sought to perform. He stumbled a bit in his steps hands shooting out to grip the thick material of the coat.  “Do.. You travel as well?” 

Although it was hard to tell, the captain held his breath as his muscles stiffened upon hearing those words. The bard was correct that love and freedom tend to come together - or perhaps those words resonated with his wandering soul a little too much. Capitano was but a lost wanderer despite his status as a soldier.

But he had no time to dwell on such things, not when his dance partner seemed to be stumbling a little bit. Slowing down their movements, he slowly made their way back towards his original seating area and politely gestured for the bard to sit down. The tavern was lively enough that the merriment of the music could continue even with the lead singer’s absence.

❝ Frequently. ❞ 

He gave a simple nod of the head. The answer seemed too obvious, but he knew that the bard was making small talk - just like he was doing. And Capitano was glad that the other was willing to engage in conversation even for a few moments.

A quick glance towards the barkeep, and the captain had ordered them both each a glass to drink. But his gaze quickly returned to the bard, making sure he sat down safely before even taking a seat himself.

@narvvhale​ asked:

Arms fold across chest ever thoughtfully while stare burns into the Captain. While the stronger man still hardly paid the younger the time of day, hard to deny at this moment after events unfoiled with the resting place of the Fair Lady they were presently stuck with each other's unpleasant company. Lips folded in a small frown as dull hues burned into the darkness of that pointed helm. Jingle of chain a murmur to eardrums.

Well, no time like the present to get their attention. Tartaglia raises a hand toward the larger man's head, almost a whole foot taller than him for that matter. Gloved digits pass into the unknown cavity. Was it a black hole? A blank expanse? He wanted to find out out of sheer curiosity.

Eyes behind the black veil of his mask had already kept a sharp eye on all his fellow Harbingers so it should not be surprising that his gaze was directly on Tartaglia. Although he had made no motion to suggested he had acknowledged the other’s presence, there was also an invasion of personal space that the youth was violating.

Capitano simply raised his hand, stopping the other’s gloved finger to get too close to his mask. And should the other persist, Capitano wouldn’t hesitate to grasp the other’s wrist.

❝ Tartaglia. ❞

The stillness of the air in the moment the captain held him. He swore one could cut it with a knife. Some merchants looked at the main weary suddenly, he knew they wouldn’t risk their trade for one bard’s missteps. The words made Venti smile up at the man letting himself be steady. He watched the retreating back of the Captain. His tone tickled a far off memory of his younger days.  Lifiting his hands the bard clapped the beat back into tempo.  “Fill the glasses one more time And never heed the empty bottle Turn the water into wine” 

His voice carried through the bar easing the tensions back into it’s playful nature. Though as a the song approached its end a new one stirred at the tips. Venti’s eyes venturing over to the towering form that remained well hidden among his men. Merchants and fellow bards gestured for Venti to take their hand, lifting him back on to the table turned stage. His eyes looked at the man, lyre coming into hand.   The gentle melody filled the bar, an old one that coiled around hearts of any who lived in Mondstat. Closing his eyes, the bard pictured the lush fields that were once hidden under mounds of snow. Cutting winds who coiled around each citizen offering them solace when they strayed so far from home. The gentle clap of the merchants was so joined by the some curious villagers.  “’‘Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, Do b’ é ár gcreach thú bheith i ngéibheann, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.”  The old tongue came so naturally from his lips. Eyes opened looking around the bar, painfully aware of the boring eyes that watched his steps. They moved into old forgotten steps. Something lost between the folds of time. His feet moved across the table not heeding the calls of people who moved chairs and tables to make room to dance themselves.  “Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.  He let his lyre vanish once the other bards took over the melody once more. Instead stepping down to dance with other patrons. Venti allowed the steps to change with each patron who took him up as a dancing partner. Still his eyes peeked over their shoulder to look at the Harbinger.  Something about them drew Venti’s attention. He wanted to pull the towering man up and into a dance. To see if his hulking form could keep pace with the airy dance steps of Mondstadt.  Citizens who were now pulling drunk agents up and into the dance as best they could. Their chattering laughter and smiles caused the winds to rattle as though the wind was asking to be let in to play. To bring the snow in to dance with the patrons of the bar as well.   Venti spun out of one patrons grip his fingers stretching out towards the Captain. “Ehe, won’t you come and dance with us?”  

The hand offered to him came to a surprise, not only for the entire tavern but to Capitano himself as well. There were few that dared to approach him and even fewer to desired him to partake in such leisurely events. But, despite his exterior and his pragmatic nature...he was not one to decline an offer.

Moments of contemplation ended as he gave a simple nod, accepting the bard's hand so that he did not leave Venti hanging. A firm grasp and a small yank, the captain reigned the bard towards him. It was all in an effort to help himself stand up as well as to spin the lad in a small twirl - keeping up the festivities on this cold night.

Although he was not lively in his dance, not with his heavy coat that kept him warm in the frozen tundra in the north, he would be a good contrast to the young bard. A solid foundation. Elegant and noble, as he moved just enough to let the bard dance as he pleased, following Venti around the tavern and always making sure to pull the bard back in so that he wouldn't lose his dance partner for the night.

And like a pack of wolves, the soldiers who had followed him relaxed and took the opportunity to get up and join the dancing as well. A moment of peace and true Mondstadt festivity that could melt winter snows into cooling springs just like their Anemo Archon they cherish so much - a gift Capitano can admire.

However, it would only be when he had moments of privacy within the bustling chatter of the crowd would he speak directly towards Venti.

❝ It takes a talented bard to join our people together like this. ❞

Oh how warm the bar was. In the small town that sat so close to the edge of the boarder of Snezhnaya. His melodies had been welcomed so openly, the drinks pouring so freely he barely noticed the agents that had tossed their masks onto to the table. His hands reached up clapping out a melody of old, his hands changing his lyre for various instruments.  A melodious laughter filled the bar when he was lifted by a patron. Placed table he smiled summoning his lyre plucking out a tune of Mondstadt that few bards sang anymore. In a flourish his cape was tossed into a corner, the melody catching the ear of an old violist who echoed the bards tunes.  “ Tell me that the night is long Tell me that the moon is glowing Fill my glass I’ll sing a song And will start the music flowing”  

HIs voice filled the room quelling the rowdy crowd and rousing a few from drunken slumber. Venti danced across the table, his lyre vanishing in favor of singing. Eyes warm as spring flittered along the crowd. How long had it been since he last played with anyone outside of his home.   “Never mind the rising light There’s no sign of day or dawning In my heart it’s still the night And we’ll stay here till the morning”  His dancing increased in speed, getting lost in the melody and thrall of the bar. How he loved humans and their songs. He adored their dances and laughter that chased away the storms of world. A slip of footing and the Bard found himself looking up at figure who’s crest he was much to acquainted  with.   

Taverns were always one of the busiest places at night. Bustling with locals and foreigners, travelers and soldiers alike, they were home to wanderers and those looking to drown painful memories away. As for a captain like himself, it was simply a place to kill some time and settle his need for some activity. Having trekked through the icy terrain that melted into meadows of spring, Capitano and his men were attracted to the vibrant melodies. They heard the music from miles away and as they approached the small village they found that the rest of their men had also taken refuge in the taverns that night.

Ah...but it wasn't only the Fatui who had taken up the seats of the tavern. There were Mondstadt folk as well. However, it wasn't so bad as the simple folk were the ones who brought such liveliness to such a gloomy village on the outskirts.

Just by entering the facilities, Capitano could see the clear divide between the two neighboring inhabitants. Even inebriated, his subordinates retained their dignity. Although masks were thrown aside, they were crowded around the tables and simply watching the bumbling Mondstadtian fools dance the night away. Speaking of...

...the captain's focus was on one particular bard that seem to have captivated the hearts and souls of the patrons. The bard's melodic voice rung as vibrantly as their green fabric. Any onlooker would have thought that halt in the harbinger's steps and stiffness in the shoulders meant that the mysterious bard had also captured his heart, but that was far from the truth.

No. The bard was advancing towards him, twirling and shuffling to the tune of the song they were singing and at any moment the harbinger was sure they would collide. Did Capitano move? No. He was an observer and wanted to see how drunk the little man was, but his curiosity was answered as the bard tripped and landed into his arms.

How wonderful.

Silence filled the room as quickly as the night's chilling air. The tavern's singer was being held by a Fatui Harbinger, and anyone who knew of the tension between the two nations...it was only right that everyone was on the edge of their seat. Eyes were all watching the pair to see what the Captain would do next.

But the captain gazed down at the lofty bard, simply holding the man steady to make sure he didn't fall to the ground.

❝ Be careful. ❞

That was all that needed to be said as the harbinger steadied the bard back onto his feet and proceeded to move further into the tavern. Fatui quickly moved aside, making room for their superior to sit, and the captain sat down alone on a small table - ordering but a simple drink.