𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒.

#𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄      ,      private & independent 𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘝𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘈 from genshin impact. this blog is low activity + mutuals only. crossover, OC, & AU friendly. dni if you proship / are a minor. spoilers abound for the luna update series ⸻ onward & are appropriately tagged for two weeks. read everything before you interact. i am unaffiliated with hoyoverse / the fandom at large.

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𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑆  :   @solaurous, @steorrans, @lovesfolly, tba.

@visvivae : "uncle varka, uncle varka! look at this cool move that big sis taught me!" gepard runs up to the towering man, beaming proudly before launching himself at varka's stomach, headbutting it evilly. (sorry hes in his smol rowdy kid era)

      oh, what foul magic has befallen him?! a once highly - decorated warrior — he who was as unyielding as belobog's foundations, found himself suddenly sitting on the couch! how can this be? even with gepard's timely warning, varka let out an ' oof ' when his nephew headbutted him : inspiring the behemoth of a man to fall down like a vanquished beast, &. now he had a comfortable seat ( &. an aching stomach ). after a few minutes, he leaned forward to ruffle gepard's hair ⸻ flashing a toothy grin at the kid.

@endaether : The sun dips below the horizon before them, their legs dangle over the edge, a steep greeting them should they lean too far forward. As citrus rays brighten their features, Clive feels himself dip into melancholy. Ease shifts to dread. Suddenly, he is glad to share this moment with Varka. If anyone understood his agony, it was his dear friend, who felt an even deeper connection to nature than he. Where once the warriors sat side-by-side, the leader leans to close the small gap between them, pressing the edge of his shoulder to the apex of the others bicep. ❛ I wonder how many more of these sunsets we have left, ❜ Clive mourns, pressing closer if only to further comfort his companion. Shuffling now, their arms fully pressed together, a steeled hand laying over Varka's in support. ❛ This is why the mother crystals must meet their end, before we all do. ❜

      𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋. warmth blanketed the swordsman like a shroud, & he slouched forward as if taking a long - deserved nap. unbound to any location, varka's presence was like the wind : fickle / unpredictable. guilt sunk its venomous talons into his very soul when he learned of the hideaway's original base ⸻ countless lives lost . . . & no time to grieve. his breath trembled as he lets go of it, watching an invisible cloud of mist tumble into the waters below. even if lithification wrestled his remaining arm ( armor encased the right ; mechanisms in place to force it to move ), he would have fought. that is the sole meaning to a dominant's life, right ?

piercing blues glance to a shadow beside him. he need not look at them fully to know it was clive. ❛ need an escape as well ? ❜ he asked with that signature rumble : the sound low & friendly. the kind that someone does when they are desperately holding their sorrow back. when his companion spoke of their limited time & the mother crystals, varka's gaze flits to the hand laid over his right one. ❛ to be quite honest, i'm pretty damn lucky i even lasted this long. ❜ unless a dominant extended their life via unnatural means, they seldom lived long. despite how it hurts, he turned his half - petrified hand palm - up.

patron saint of heartbreak. not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart & there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter & break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to ' open your heart ' to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.