ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫ TO THE DEPARTED

♥ LUNATRICS ━━━ an independent, private and highly selective multimuse for canon and original character's from various series including genshin impact, demon slayer, fire emblem, naruto, yu yu hakusho, and more. not minor friendly. nsfw themes will apply. mun is twenty four. written by gwyn.

rules are that I don't follow minor muns and I am extremely selective with who I choose to follow and the content I choose to engage in. I have absolutely no time for online drama because I'm an adult and have bills to pay. Individual muses will have their own information with writing although they all follow the same basic style.

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ timezone is gmt+8 and my activity is based around evenings 7pm onward.

♡ ⋆｡ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ. ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡ. ˢʰⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃˡˡ. ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ. ᵗᵃᵍ ˡⁱˢᵗ.

Lumine has had countless encounters during her travels; however, in Teyvat, it all feels different given her current state and circumstances. Her bonds after deeper, her feelings mean more, and rather then feeling no different then the distance stars, she's right in the middle of life in Teyvat. Because of this, she cares so much more that intimacy feels more vulnerable.

She isn't someone who is exclusive; once again, given her circumstance, the title of dating or being someones partner is foreign. She finds the bonds she shares with someone is all that is needed.

LUMINE WON'T SAY I LOVE YOU in a romantic sense. She can't. Lumine knows she is not long for this world, and that one day she will depart, never to see them again - if she came back to visit, she knows generations would pass by for them. It's also to avoid her own feelings that too will change once she returns to her natural state. She is a journey, an experience, and can never be kept in one place.

To tell her to stay is futile, she will keep you silent. To say that you love her, she will tell you not to say it; to just live as they are now, and enjoy the time they have together.

ℒ ╱ 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 • accepting ⋰ prompt​ ♡ ⋆ @fallesto ⤹ ❝ you save everyone, but who saves you? ” (Douma to Shinobu)

The voice echoes a question she'd once asked herself countless times, but the sound is horrid, disgusting, when spoken through his mouth, piercing her ears like chalk screeching on a board. A flash of emotion, and she's back kneeling by her sister's dying side, hands covered in her blood as she cries desperately, begging, screaming, to any god to save her; met with nothing but her sister's smile that slowly sunk hollow, the light draining from her eyes, body, spirit ... then, silence.

Who saved them? Nothing. Absolutely no one. It brings a joyless smile to her lips. It makes her want to laugh. She wonders what's more agonising; that fact, or that the demon pretends he wants a serious answer to that question? He has no right, after all, to dare say anything. A bitter pill to swallow, yet she does it with a fine grace. Her shoulders loosen, eyes open with a flutter so reminiscent of the flapping of a butterflies wings, and out from the shadows which covered her gaze.

ℒ ╱ 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 • accepting ⋰ prompt​ ♡ ⋆ @spoopysin ⤹ ❝ 9. (receiver) finally gets to yell about all their frustration to/about (sender) // for la signora or lumine? whoever ur feeling up to more! :3c

She burns cold, for one with a heart encased in frozen misery -- threatening to spill with amidst a raged inferno. He should have held his tongue, for the Fair Lady was in no mood to humour either of them. A well carved mask snaps , the façade of stability and poise tears away with a piercing stare and pulls lips, sneering, furrowed; it was always him.

The delusion's sheathe can only hold so much. For memories of forgotten past to dare try and resurface, with a name kept shackled in the depth of her heart. Sacred to only a scarce few. Had he spoken the name, she'd of frozen his tongue off. But she's over exerted herself. Left in a state of unwanted recollection -- and flames, burning flesh, the agonising sensations and sickening smell; always leaving her in a sour mood.

Yet, he dares disturb her. Dares to be in her presence. Had he not seen the signs of incompetent roaches who'd come before him; of ice which speared the very halls, of careless fatuus who approached, a clear path of Signora's uncontrolled fury.

❝ Do you enjoy getting on my nerves? Aw, Is someone still upset at me? Bite it. I'm in no mood to play nice with you. ❞ She pauses, a glint in her fixated gaze. On second thought, stay. Signora perks up, approaches him with each clacked step, and let's the temperature drop. The heat in her veins was overbearing. What a perfect opportunity to let out some steam.

❝ But oh, Childe. Is someone forgetting how little they are when faced with a true harbingers? Coming in here like you own the place, such a pest. ❞ Filled with a scorn she keeps behind a sinister smile and mocking words; now, he doesn't get the decency for any amusement she'd find in these taunts, only a still bitterness, and a disgusted glare.

jealousy. jealousy. jealousy.

Signora stops in front of him, a gloved hand gripping his cheeks with thumb and index, as if dotting on him. Hah. That's right. She was far superior, so don't think otherwise. Never will she fall for anything or anyone but her Tsaritsa. All can see her as a monster, and watch her relish in it. Never to be afraid or cast away again.

❝ Don't go thinking you have any power here, or you'll make me laugh. Hah, it's almost endearing! If you weren't on my last nerve. ❞

She's tired; migraines threaten to consume her with thoughts, and memories, and burning feelings that should be enthralled with numbness. If he wanted to catch her on a bad day, then he'd done just that.

So her name follows her to the edges of Dragonspine as well. No surprises there. Still, what an unnecessary conversation. Eula huffs. Eyes remain fixated on her, she can feel the glares trying to burn her on the spot. She's kept Kaeya waiting long enough, having taken the reigns to converse with the men in hopes of gathering more intel ... how troublesome. Arms fold across her chest as she swiftly turns to face him.