neptune.exe

He hates to admit it, but a mysteriously unopened cologne that sits on his shelf is one given by diluc on his twentieth birthday. his eyes never fail to catch the gleaming teal it reflects under the sunlight, hands itching with hesitation to open it before he decides against it and reaches for his usual bottle.

D i l u c .

smells like fiery determination, hidden in the domains and crevices, beyond the walls of the city of Mondstadt for the never ending pursuit of duty and protection. At the tavern, knights joke that he smells like a walking winery.

He has a habit of applying one spray of fragrance before his shifts, featuring a subtle base of fig and plum, with notes of crisp Honduras rosewood and cedar.

lead guitarist.

Wriothesley being a charmer is an understatement. Popular with not only fans but also metal enthusiasts, he is known for his technicality in shredding, especially during solos. Often found arching his back in unholy angles during sweeps and tapping when he is basking underneath the spotlight so the press can get good photos of him.

Has an awful habit of breaking his guitars from swinging them dramatically mid performance. Recently, the three month old wireless guitar system fell victim to his antics. His newest sixth stringed guitar is black, as expected, in a lightning bolt silhouette from ESP (LTD SD2).

Paints his nails black (which always chips after a show) and keeps Neuvilette’s white and blue pick snug on his guitar head and strings to his bandmate’s dismay.

rhythmic guitarist.

Lohen is the band’s newest raging recruit, as the rhythmic guitarist. Rumoured to have played with the Wanderer in his previous band but was kicked out with mysterious reasons. Some fans are concerned with his reputation and how it may affect his new bandmates but gossip are not whole truths.

Plays the seven stringed guitar and as their roadie Aether claims, “plays the guitar like a madman”. His relentless play style enhances the brooding tones of certain songs, and is sometimes seen playing a duo with Wriothesley as though in competition.

Stylish in turtlenecks and chained jewellery, his ears and lips are pierced with a smallest peek of a tattoo around his waist. Makes the most intense eye contact and unsettling expressions whilst playing to engages with the audience. At the end of each show, he never forgets to throw his picks out to the crowd to feed his ego before dramatically bowing.

the bassist.

Out of all the members, Durin appears the most intimidating, yet arguably to Aether and other roadies, he’s the most approachable out of all members. He’s always the first to arrive at rehearsals and can be seen cleaning his purple Jackson five stringed bass.

Prefers finger style playing over pick and hangs his bass below his hip for speed and because it looks cool. Most of the backup vocals and growls are done by Durin, but his specialty lies in slap bass which the composer purposefully adds in many of their discography.

Organises the setlist for each show to make sure the crowd experiences a vastly different show whilst highlighting their diverse discography.

the drummer.

Varka is also the leader of the band. The glue who keeps the team together. Perceptive as he is, after a long rehearsal he cracks jokes to lighten up the mood to ensure there’s no bad blood between the guys (cue to everyone looking at Lohen and Wrio).

He claims to be the composer and mixer for many of their songs, but Aether is still waiting to listen to Varka’s demos or see him open any audio workstation software. Ghost writers are very common in this industry after all…

The Iudex isn’t particularly a fond of parfum user, but understands the formality associated with it, especially as a public facing figure.

W r i o t h e s l e y .

always wears cologne. People in the Fortress of Meropide agree that he smells intense with quiet determination, alike the way he runs the place. His signature cologne features strong notes of leather, musk and cardamom, its grittiness is a reminder of his past. Yet the melusines catch a mellow cinnamon undertone many fail to notice.

“what’s so inappropriate for me, your lover, to brush your hair?” you quickly interjected as you shuffled closer till your shoulders touched.

he tears his eyes away from you, eyes lowering, a habit you seemed to find out quite quickly in your relationship whenever he was embarrassed.

grabbing him by the wrist and his eyes dart back to meet yours. “please?”

his eyes of purple and pink wavers, like he always does whenever you ask him for a harmless favour, corners of his sharp ears tinge with pink. surrendering, “go ahead, although i don’t seem to understand the intention behind it. is this what humans deem as affection?”

“oh neuvillette, you’ll soon understand.” with a sneaky grin. you’ve won this time.

the comb runs smoothly down his soft hair (but you don’t tell him how it feels like an arm workout). the silence is comforting as he focuses on the lingering touch of your fingers running through his hair. humming as he leaned back, it makes him realise he enjoyed it more than expected.