She  started  to  notice  moment  after  moment  that  Nefer  was  starting  to  stare  at  her  closer  and  closer  —  not  so  lost  or  looking  past  and  through  her.  Furina  wasn’t  certain  how  much  of  her  vision  had  returned,  uncertain  whether  she  could  see  her  in  clarity  or  if  she  wouldn’t  ever  see  clear.  The  two  hadn’t  ventured  too  deeply  into  the  significance  of  her  disability  and  Furina  didn’t  wish  to  step  over  any  possible  boundaries.

That  worry  was  twofold  because  they  weren’t  from  the  same  culture  and  considering  her  second  language,  she  was  already  playing  the  translating  part  enough.

What  if  I  make  a  mistake?  Would  she  forgive  me?  —  Was  a  thought  that  was  constantly  ongoing  in  her  head  and  she  couldn’t  risk  it  nor  want  to.  The  bite  gave  her  shivers  down  her  spine  and  she  struggled  to  reclaim  her  breath  from  the  feeling.

“  Y-You  wanted…  To?  ”  She  whimpered,  she  didn’t  know  if  her  heart  could  handle  such  a  confession.  Butterflies  were  erupting  in  her  chest  and  she  instinctively  retreated  from  the  temptation  of  her  fingers  against  her  skin.  The  co-sovereign  desperately  needed  to  get  distance,  yet  she  couldn’t  pull  herself  from  being  in  her  space.

That  was  until  Nefer  continued  her  advances  and  she  felt  like  the  curator  was  a  shark  that  tasted  blood  in  the  water.  She  gulped  and  she  swore  that  her  head  was  starting  to  spin.

“  I—I…  ”  Furina  blubbered  pathetically  as  her  legs  started  to  shake  and  she  couldn’t  handle  that.  Why  was  she  saying  these  things!?

“  Help…  Me…  I  mean,  um…  ”

Where  did  my  confidence  go,  why  was  it  suddenly  so  hard  to  speak?  She  thought  miserably  as  her  tail  drooped.  She  couldn’t  answer,  no  matter  how  much  her  mouth  traced  the  words  out,  she  felt  lost.

“  Nef…  ”

Oh  how  amusing  it  was  to  see  the  mask  drop  ,  confident  resolve  dropping  to  the  ground  in  one  fell  swoop  ,  Nefer's  face  played  a  smug  smile  ,  though  her  eyes  filled  with  hunger  ,  she  was  not  one  to  just  take  what  she  wanted.  She  wanted  Furina  to  be  willing  ,  and  the  curator  was  reading  signs  of  uncertainty  between  them.

Whimpers  from  the  other  was  light  music  to  her  ears. 

❝  cat  got  your  tongue  ?  ❞  she  mused  playfully  ,  feather  light  touch  as  her  fingers  traced  Furina's  collarbone.  Her  teeth  marks  standing  out  starkly  against  the  sovereigns  pale  complection. 

❝  you're  thinking  too  much  again  ❞  ,  Nefer  whispered  close  to  Furina's  ear  ,  Furina  who  seemed  like  she  was  short  circuiting  in  front  of  her.  ❝  you  really  cannot  name  a  single  thing  you'd  want  from  me  ?  ❞

Nefer  could  practically  hear  the  rate  in  which  the  other's  heart  was  beating  ,  the  tiny  taste  of  her  blood  still  metalic  on  her  tongue.  Nefer  needed  direction  ,  having  never  quite  gotten  this  far  with  Furina  before  ,  the  vampire  wanted  clarity  ,  wanted  to  know  if  the  feelings  that  had  been  building  between  them  were  true  or  not. 

❝  if  that's  the  case  ,  you're  free  to  return  to  what  you  were  doing  ,  I  won't  stop  you  ❞  ,  another  head  tilt  ,  serpantine  as  she  moved  back  into  view. 

"I agree." Candace tears her gaze away from the birds to offer Nefer a rueful smile. "Apologies, this wasn't quite the happy reunion I had in mind." Between the trouble with Irminsul and now this, it feels as though much of the time they could have spent catching up with each other was instead devoted to solving crisis after crisis. The Sands of Time are indeed as unrelenting as ever.

A part of Candace had often wondered about her childhood friend and how she was doing. All alone in the Akademiya by herself at such a young age, traveling into nations and places beyond her wildest imagination. It must have been as difficult as it had been delightful.

Alas, catching up with Nefer will now have to wait.

The Guardian stands still. Head tilted at an angle, she listens to the wind. Soon, they seem to whisper. Soon.

"Sandstorm's coming. Big one."

Soon, the golden eye of the Sun will be hidden from view by clouds of dust and sand. And along with that will come the monsters. Candace turns her attention towards her friend and gestures with her chin towards the village briefly.

"Let's go. We should help make preparations and ride out the storm."

Heterochromatic eyes gleamed in slight mischief.

"Looks like you and I will be having a sleepover tonight."

❝  no  apologies  needed  ❞  ,  it  wasn't  like  Candace  controlled  the  weather  ,  if  anything  the  storm  was  approaching  in  spite  of  Nefer  ,  a  reminder  that  she's  a  traitor  to  the  lands  for  leaving. 

Clawed  fingers  bit  into  Nefer's  forearms  as  she  held  her  arms  tightly  crossed  ,  causing  herself  slight  silent  pain  to  keep  herself  grounded  in  this  moment  ,  she'd  ridden  out  sandstorm's  before  ,  what  was  one  more.  She  wasn't  as  well  seasoned  to  the  desert  any  more  ,  and  any  lead  from  Candace  was  quite  appreciated.  As  someone  who  repressed  her  emotions  ,  Nefer  was  feeling  an  uncomfortable  level  of  raising  anxiety.  Declaration  that  it  was  in  fact  a  big  storm  incoming  did  not  help  matters.

❝  I  take  it  Aaru  is  safe  during  these  storms  ?  ❞  they  must  still  occur  as  often  as  they  used  to  ,  Candace  didn't  seem  panicked  on  the  outside  ,  it  was  mildly  reassuring  that  Nefer  was  in  good  hands. 

A  groan  however  is  heard  at  the  idea  of  a  sleepover  ,  it  was  already  mid  afternoon  ,  and  with  the  storm  incoming  it  was  the  only  option.

❝  somehow  that  sentiment  is  far  less  exciting  now  ,  I  preferred  the  idea  when  we  were  kids.  ❞

Eyes twitch in utter annoyance at the way she tries to deflect help.

Sometimes, he wonders if they all do this on purpose, find enjoyment in being babysat from sheer stubborness. Its no wonder his Captain has gotten such a loud temper when no one listens.

In an instant, all the paperwork floats for the ceiling, stick to it like hot glue over the fact Lohen possess the means to do that as a nonhuman.

''No'', promptly the tray is set down in front of Jean, the stew splashing a little but it was not that scalding hot.

''Eat and go to bed'', he left some standard relieving pills on the tray and spawned a literal bed in the office, if she was going too stubborn to even leave this confining space to begin with & go home.

He really was not playing around it seems.

Neck  strains  as  she  lifts  her  aching  head  to  follow  the  paperwork  as  it  moves  to  the  high  ceilings  of  her  office  ,  only  to  be  startled  back  to  reality  by  the  clattering  of  cuttlery  upon  the  tray  now  in  front  of  her.  She'd  never  seen  the  desk  so  empty  ,  no  she  couldn't  think  like  that  ,  this  was  an  even  larger  inconvenience  than  getting  sick  in  the  first  place. 

❝  I  really  don't  have  time  for  games  Lohen  ❞  she  sighed  ,  resting  her  head  against  her  hand  ,  elbow  against  the  desk.  The  stew  surprisingly  looked  apetising  for  what  it  was  worth.  ❝  when  that  comes  down  from  the  ceiling  it  better  be  ordered  exactly  as  I  had  it  ❞.  Even  the  thought  of  reorganising  all  that  paperwork  was  making  the  acting  grand  masters  head  spin. 

She  could  tell  he  was  in  no  mood  for  her  dismisal  ,  and  he  had  the  upper  hand  here  ,  watching  the  bed  spawn  out  of  thin  air  drew  her  eyes  wider.

❝  you're  not  taking  no  for  an  answer  ,  are  you  ?  ❞

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As far as things went by Aether's standards, today's events were turning out to be rather STARTLING at face value, but otherwise unremarkable once he came to scrutinise the figurative meat of it. He'd been - for the most part - minding his own business, going about the erratic despondency of a rather monotonous afternoon when the cobbles beneath his feet had given way. In a heartbeat, he'd found himself sat upon a rather comfortable chair, the bustle of Port Ormos giving way to a quiet isle and a horizon embroidered with clouds that seemed to stretch on to infinity.

Ah. So that explained the buzzing in his ears.

Aether regarded her with his arms crossed and his expression set somewhere between mildly unimpressed and attentive. Dealing with any member of the Hexenzirkel was akin to being dealt a WILD CARD. So far, those he'd met were often of the tendency to provide aid. However, Aether knew better than to trust so blindly, especially when the members of the organization who were acting as benefactors possessed power enough to elevate them above even the threads of fate that seemed to govern all the rest of Teyvat.

"I was busy, you know." It was a halfhearted attempt at expressing a PERFUNCTORY recalcitrance that lingered in his throat like the aftertaste of soil from rainwater - performative at best, completely unconvincing ( though the Harra Fruit he'd been eyeing had looked somewhat promising ) at worst. Aether reached over and dumped five sugar cubes and what was likely half a cream pitcher of milk into his tea.

He should've been well accustomed to Alice's whimsy by now, perhaps he only had himself to blame. This wasn't the first time she'd sought him out, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. At the very least, her present request sounded BENIGN enough.

She  too  helped  herself  to  sugar  and  milk  ,  rotating  her  finger  in  circles  ,  the  teaspoon  in  her  cup  can  been  seen  to  be  spinning  at  the  same  speed.  Watching  with  pure  amusement  as  the  traveller  half  emptied  her  sugar  bowl.  ❝  All  that  sugar  ,  theres  no  wonder  as  to  why  you're  so  sweet  ❞.   A  simple  chance  at  flattery  ,  Alice  herself  though  three  sugars  was  a  lot  ,  but  seeing  five  disappear  into  the  teacup  was  a  wonderful  surprise. 

❝  Now  ,  I'm  sorry  to  have  snatched  you  away  so  abruptly  ,  I  thought  it'd  be  easier  than  trying  to  arrange  a  time  and  a  date  ,  considering  I  was  free  right  now  and  you  seemed  awfully  bored  wandering  the  Sumerun  paths  ❞.  She  was  doing  him  a  justice  ,  offering  a  fine  spread  as  a  surprise. 

Taking  a  sip  of  her  tea  ,  delightful  as  always  she  turned  to  Aether  with  a  bright  smile  once  more.  Thinking  about  Klee's  birthday  made  her  even  more  giddy  that  usual  ,  Alice  loved  any  chance  to  celebrate  but  when  it  came  to  her  own  daughter  ,  it  had  to  be  special.

❝  don't  sound  too  excited  ❞  teasing  ,  she  knew  she  had  a  devious  streak  ,  never  harmful  intent  however.  ❝  well  to  begin  ,  I  need  help  figuring  out  exactly  what  I  want  to  do  ,  as  creative  as  I  am  dare  I  say  I  have  been  met  with  an  awful  creators  block  ❞  she  sighed  ,  ❝  such  awful  timing  ,  I  just  want  my  little  Klee  to  have  the  best  day  ,  I  don't  want  to  disapoint  her  ❞. 

That  adorable  ‘hmph’  only  made  Arlecchino’s  smile  grow  wider.  She  shook  her  head,  stepping  closer  rather  than  farther  away.  Her  blackened  fingers  reaching  out  to  take  Sandrone's  chin  in  her  hand  and  tilt  her  head  upward.

“  This  view,  hmm?  ”  Sandrone  was  much  too  talented  in  her  blunt  obliviousness  that  Arle  wondered  she  was  the  one  unable  to  take  a  hint.  Which  one  of  them  was  the  one  unable  to  notice  the  other  in  that  way?

It  wasn't  unlike  the  knave  to  be  this  forward  with  her  ,  but  the  small  gasp  that  leaves  the  marionettes  lips  as  her  chin  is  tilted  upwards  was  far  from  purposeful.  No  ,  she'd  been  caught  by  suprise. 

Was  it  wrong  of  her  to  have  such  human  desires  ,  to  feel  such  emotions  of  grief  and  lust. 

❝  so  you  demand  my  gaze  ,  insistent  on  attention  ❞.  She  could  think  of  worse  distractions  ,  yet  was  this  one  she  was  ready  to  commit  to.  Sandrone  didn't  know  ,  hadn't  let  herself  ponder  that  far. 

The  marionette's  gloved  hand  reaches  for  the  knave  ,  trailing  the  chizzled  jaw  bone  with  minimal  touch. 

To  what  would  it  cost  her  to  give  in…  perhaps  everything.

❝  willing  and  wanting  are  not  the  same  thing  ,  Arlechinno.  ❞

eyes flicker to the silent plea, a gesture reserved between the pair when eyes do not seek them. something shared just between the two, as it has been for centuries. the kitsune stepped closer, lifting their held hands to brush lips affectionately across the back of the shogun's hand. her response : i shall stay as long as you will have me. words never necessary in the way they interact. they can have a full conversation with just gazes and gestures alone; something that koju sara still was trying to decipher even now. yae miko would never stray too far from ei. her heart and loyalties belonged at this woman's side, this woman trapped by her own eternity maze.

free hand came to brush knuckles along her jaw slowly, teasing smile curving along lips. " since when did eloquent words evade you, shogun? " even the words have a playful lilt to them, eyes of pink flare with it even. yae miko stepped fully closer, hand now coming to rest upon the raiden's throat gingerly. " do you need a reminder, ei? of my devotion to you? "

Eyes  widen  as  they  track  the  Guuji's  movement  ,  the  gentleness  of  the  kiss  bared  upon  her  so  tender  and  soft  ,  causing  butterflies  to  form  in  the  shogun's  stomach.  This  was  not  something  Ei  felt  as  though  she  deserved  ,  yet  something  she  craved  nevertheless.  Miko  was  the  only  thing  she  had  left  ,  beyond  that  the  sacred  sakura  where  she'd  said  her  final  goodbye  to  Makoto. 

Weak  was  the  shogun  when  it  came  to  her  lady  Guuji. 

❝  when  was  the  last  time  I  was  able  to  share  such  …  inimacy  ❞  question  open  between  them  ,  throat  bobbing  as  the  others  hand  rests  upon  the  sensitive  skin.  ❝  Miko..  ❞  almost  a  whine  ,  enough  to  suggest  she's  desperate.  ❝  please…  ❞

hallen’s  own  wings  flutter  softly,  sweetly.  how  strange.  lauma  had  never  had  someone  tell  her  that?  that  sounded  strange  to  her.  but  lauma  has  been  so  honest  with  her  and  she  doesn’t  doubt  her  for  a  second.  “it’s  alright.”  hallen  realizes  her  own  face  is  warm,  her  wings  gently  hiding  her  cheeks.  “then,  you  wouldn’t  mind  if  i  said  it  more  often  then?”

Lauma  smiled  in  response  ,  gentle  reaching  out  to  brush  the  others  cheek  with  the  pad  of  her  thumb.  ❝  It's  something  I  could  get  used  to  ❞  ,  though  it  may  take  some  time  for  her  to  react  in  a  calmer  manner.  The  rate  in  which  her  heart  was  beating  in  her  chest  was  something  new.  Excitement  mixed  with  anxiety  ,  letting  someone  in  through  choice  ,  deeper  than  the  external  walls  and  offerings  she  gave  to  all  the  met  her  upon  hiisi  island.  @ulfis

❝  as  long  as  youre  amenable  to  receiving  in  return  ?  ❞

the conversation is suddenly dead, suffocating in jean's shift of tone. rosaria wonders if this is the right time to leave; no, if she got up now, jean would be left to her own devices. however, rosaria isn't going to ask; prying is mostly reserved for spying activities. outside of that, she prefers to stay detached to everyone in mondstadt, sometimes even the ones closest to her.

so she does what she is good at: staying quiet. she leans back into her chair, zoning out as well, retreating to the safe confines of her mind. she wonders how long it would take the others to give up on the party; she wonders if they would come looking for her.

She  let  the  quiet  consume  her  ,  the  noise  of  other  customers  fading  out  as  she  retreated  inward  ,  enveloped  by  the  anxiety  of  having  to  perform.  She  wasn't  one  for  attention  ,  Jean  even  as  a  child  had  liked  to  stand  back  and  watch  as  Barbara  sung  and  danced  around  the  house  during  make  believe  shows. 

The  acting  grandmaster's  confidence  was  a  complicated  matter  ,  she  could  be  authoritive  and  give  orders  ,  even  speaches  when  it  came  to  Mondstadt  as  a  whole  ,  because  that  was  her  role.  Tonight  she  was  expected  to  just  be  Jean  ,  and  she  wasn't  quite  sure  who  that  was  anymore.  Nor  was  it  a  side  of  her  she  wanted  to  put  out  to  anyone  else. 

Rosaria's  voice  cut  through  her  thoughts  ,  a  place  to  hide  sounded  cowardess  ,  what  was  worse  ,  she  was  actually  considering  it. 

❝  some  people  just  don't  like  suprises  ,  that's  normal  ,  right  ?  ❞

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He has ever been a slave to curiosity, a fact that, upon occasion, has led to some rather... troubling incidents throughout his life. Yet it is something he cannot help, a vice he cannot control, and the source of his current curiosity is far too tempting a target to ignore. She, who claimed the favour of his Scribe, who wields a portion of his power. She, who had answered his questions and broken the seal that allowed his Three Pillars to be free once more.

Oh, yes. He was very curious about her.

He has watched her for some time, getting steadily closer and closer in small increments until he can be sure she has noticed. It didn't take her long to spot him, perhaps a little quicker than even he had anticipated - she is certainly good at what she does. Well, that is to be expected. She was clever enough to crack his code, after all. So, it is no surprise to him when she at last addresses him. "I was led to believe those within your line of business do not deal in assumptions." A small grin of his own is offered in turn. "What makes you think I wished to be discrete?"

Though a part of him wishes to, he does not turn to face her directly. He remains at her back, arms folding across his chest as he stands in the middle of the market - standing as tall as he does, it would be hard not to spot him. He is at least a head and shoulders above the majority of the crowd. "But I am curious - what tells you I am not with the Eremites?"

His  challenge  piques  a  smug  smile  upon  her  lips  ,  how  interesting.  ❝  you  know  of  me  then  ❞.  A  raised  brow  ,  not  that  he  could  see.  She  curious  to  uncover  just  how  much  information  he'd  manage  to  gather.  She'd  guessed  there  was  something  ,  the  other  wouldn't  have  been  watching  her  without  reason.  Nefer  may  not  be  local  to  the  land  anymore  ,  but  she  didn't  stick  out  like  too  much  of  a  sore  thumb. 

❝  If  my  attention  is  what  you  desired  ,  why  not  approach  me  directly  ❞  ,  she  had  been  named  as  one  of  the  people  who  helped  Sumeru  after  all  ,  many  whom  were  celebrating  the  nations  safety  had  thanked  her  for  the  part  she  played  ,  along  side  that  of  her  comrads  ,  it  wouldn't  have  been  too  out  of  the  ordinary  to  approach  her.  ❝  but  you're  right  about  one  thing  ,  I  do  enjoy  the  facts  ❞.  A  head  tilt  as  she  raked  her  eyes  over  the  stall  before  her  once  more.

It's  his  next  question  that  awards  an  audible  scoff  ,  ❝  the  vessle  you  bare  may  fit  the  role  of  an  eremite  ,  though  to  succeed  in  my  line  of  work  it  takes  vigulance  and  attention  to  detail  ❞.  A  different  body  was  the  same  as  changing  clothes  ,  still  the  same  soul  underneath. 

❝  you're  stuck  in  the  past  are  you  not  ,  i've  watched  you  since  you  arrived  ,  hardly  the  loud  and  overbaring  type  it  takes  to  survive  as  a  successful  eremite  ❞  ,  though  even  she'd  played  those  types  against  each  other  in  the  past  to.  ❝  we  shouldn't  continue  this  conversation  here  ❞.  Eyes  were  on  them  for  acting  strangely. 

           ' Hmm.... would you give me a pair of shoes, then? ' it's not like she has many pairs to spare. Only the ones that eventually were given to her, usually to attend to events. The maiden would never mind wearing them or not, in the end, doing so for mere convention.

           But the idea of trying some of Sandrone's shoes sounded... appealing.

The  Marionette  let  out  an  agitated  sigh  ,  ❝  this  is  not  yet  another  opportunity  for  you  to  play  dress  up  in  my  wardrobe  ❞.  It  was  left  in  a  complete  mess  the  last  time  ,  Sandrone  liked  her  clothes  in  a  particular  order. 

Thinking  about  it  ,  she  supposed  there  were  some  things  she  didn't  wear  ,  Sandrone  had  tried  to  wear  white  once  ,  not  at  all  practical  for  an  engineer.  The  dress  was  splattered  in  machine  oil  by  lunch  time.  ❝  If  you  must  be  a  charity  case  ,  I  guess  I  could  spare  you  one  of  my  old  pairs.  ❞  She  was  never  going  to  wear  them  again.