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❧ aftercare

well.

its certainly something more than a little foreign to rosamaria. emotional intimacy doesn’t have a place in her bed before she opens her heart to another; during her flings and nights of fun, the extent to which she participates in aftercare probably only includes a brief word or two about the tumble in the sheets, and that’s it… assuming it even happens.

her partners dont tend to have much of an interest in staying beyond the actual sex, and rosamaria is quick to leave if the encounter takes place in a location other than her bedroom.  1. to avoid people getting ideas that its more than what it is  2. to hide away any emotional crash after the physical high, which has the potential to happen if she’s seeking bed partners for wrong reasons and 3. simply because she has entered this mindset that the sexual encounter is all partner wants/needs her for, so there’s little reason to linger for anything else. even with all the reassurance in the world from a romantic partner, her first instinct will likely be to leave.

so, she’s got a bit of learning to do in this department, certainly.

a romantic partner would need to be patient, most likely, as she figures all this out. it just doesn’t come naturally to her. much of her interactions with others are borderline transactional and fleeting  in nature, if not blatantly so; emotional intimacy is something she stumbles through in and out of the bedroom. she hasn’t allowed herself to expect it. she doesn’t quite know how to be affectionate and soft in the afterglow, even if she wants to be. she is, at least, most likely open to communication and from there things can improve. once she has figured out what her romantic partner needs and wants from her, she will be obliging, and eventually, will become more automatic and feel more natural to her.

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mercedes has experienced loss profoundly and from before she was even born,

it’s effects have rippled out across her childhood, without a doubt. the loss of her birth father put a strain upon the relationship with her step-father, and when his unkindness and neglect gave cause for unhappiness, she would wonder about him, thinking that if fate had been different, she would have had a kinder childhood. even as a ghost, she doesn’t know him, piecing together the image of a man that her mother will only share bits and pieces of, holding tightly onto the truth that he loved her mother, and loved her, despite never meeting her.

most devastating to memory is the loss of her baby brother emile, it overshadows any anxiety and insecurity that resulted from no longer having a home, from essentially being on the run from her cruel step-father. it is a loss that weighs heavily on her at all times, being fully aware of what kind of life they were leaving him to on his own. for a very long time, her prayers were filled with requests for forgiveness for having failed her brother in doing what a sister must: protecting him. she always carried with her the intention to go back for him, somehow, in some way, but the moments news arrives at the church that house bartels is no more… is another blow of loss that mercedes endures.

and yet again, she loses hoker home, when the clergy of the church is overwhelmed by her adoptive father and is is taken away from what she had known for half her life, taken away from her mother. mercedes is vastly unhappy during this period of time, attempting to reconcile that this must be in the goddess’ plan.

at the monastery, mercedes is happy, surrounded by the familiar and thriving in the freedom she feels in being away from her adoptive father, who views her solely as a commodity, leverage for his own status and position. she feels as if she belongs more to herself, and is able to communicate more frequently with her mother via letters, but then the flames of war break out, and yet another home she has come to love and cherish is destroyed before her eyes, and to make matters worse, the person she suspects to be her brother has a hand in it’s destruction.

♡ annette probably doesnt have another child right away after her first with most of her partners. likely waits until her first child is older than a toddler. but she does want her child to have a sibling because she remembers how lonely she was growing up. ( caspar is an exception, since huck and i have a particular family planned out for them already hehe  —— really this just proves how each ship is unique and things Can Change with plotting/interactions! )

they smile wryly, and lift their glass to rosa slightly. "pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing."

                                               bridgerton sentence prompts // @yarkly​

          Nobles truly do live in a world of their very own making.

          Blissfully ignorant of the battles waging outside of their glamourous balls and soirees. To them the war is so far off in the horizon, something they doubtfully think of much so long as their interests are protected; it’s become like a bizarre fairytale told to children at night. Rosamaria will all too willingly fault them for this too, for she’s been forced to witness the most absurd of behavior, the lengths at which some of the noble women would be willing to go to just to stick their heads into the sand as the stalemate drags on.

          The dancers glide across the ballroom, bathed in the golden candlelight. She watches them idly twisting her wine glass this way and that by it’s stem, delaying the gratification Dom would receive by snagging her attention. His words are as heavy as another ostentatious necklace around her neck, weighted down by the previous jewels.

“ hey, annette! come over and look at this! i finally finished the gift for the kids this year! ” caspar waves her over to see the miniatures set he had made of a town at festival time. the buildings and people pieces were all wooden and a bit crude but all painted to the best of his abilities to give it a more lively, 'caspar' touch. it'd be a struggle to claim it was the winter envoy coming in the dead of night to give it, but oh well. 

“ looks great, doesn't it? boy, would i have loved to get something like this when i was younger. ” while she's busy looking at the homemade toy set, he turns his head and sneaks a kiss from her, grinning from ear to ear as he pulls away. “ and THAT'S me taking MY gift, hehe. hope you don't mind! ” 

                                                                                            // @mautlie​

          Powdered sugar is wiped down from her hands in a hurry, the remaining treats sent over from Mercie quickly abandoned as she approaches. Annette’s eyes glitter with interest as she takes a peek at what has captured her husband’s attention for so long, and she lets out a very excited,   ❝  —— Oh! ❞  

          Standing beside him, she snuggles close with one arm curled around Caspar’s middle. Leaning in, she picks up one of the little treasures ( because that’s exactly what they are in her eyes, little unfinished edges and all ) for further inspection. Her heart is practically all aglow knowing that he’s spent so much time working on this.   ❝  Caspar, these are adorable. I really hope they like them. ❞   She gushes, turning over one of the tiny wooden buildings in her hand in wonder.   ❝ Really? Me too. I used to love seeing these sorts of things while we would go into town and do some window shopping. Does it make me a bad parent if I’m a little jea—— ❞ 

                                          new years kiss for rosa and diluc !

                                                                                     new years kisses !! // @liyuen​

          Songs echo into the night, loud and slightly off-key. Celebrations well on their way to continuing until the light of dawn crested over the roofs of the buildings, no doubt. The curtain had fallen on her part of the night’s entertainment, and she has stepped out to have a moment for herself. 

          Her skin warm and heart are still pirouetting to the tune of the music, partly due to the song and dance still singing in her veins. But it’s the crimson eyes that meet her own a moment later that draws forth a smile to her lips, puts another elegant bounce into her step as she draws close. 

          ❝ Now, this oddly feels like we’re attempting to sneak a few moments alone. Don’t you think someone will notice that both you, ❞  The pad of her fingers tap against his chest,  ❝ and I have stepped out at the very same time? ❞ 

          The crack of a firework coloring the sky is sudden, causes a slight jump of her bare shoulders; so carried away in the moment she had allowed herself to be. Rosamaria’s laughter is light, surprised, a mere whisper against how alive Mondstadt becomes as the new year is greeted, and above all: genuine.  

             Her gaze remains on his, slowly, slowly, she drifts ever closer, taking in his warmth and his scent, rising up to her toes, arms sliding up to wrap loosely around his neck.  ❝ It’s tradition. ... Gift me a kiss? ❞  A small smile, a slight tilt of her chin, lips parted: an invitation.