Kazuha Kaedehara

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

she looks at the glass of water and tries her darnedest to sit up. her back aches at every second she peels herself away from the floor, but she manages to take the glass and drink from it. it tastes good, and it's never a good sign for her when water tastes good.

“ honestly? i prefer lying down. ”

“Even in here?” they raised an eyebrow, “I’ve always preferred sitting. Preferably higher up but, well, the last time I decided to sleep overnight, the rain decided to bless us fortuitously.”

To save them the embarrassment from another cold, he’d decided not to do that again. And because it was somewhat quieter below than above.

What had she been up to…?

Though the concern doesn’t leave his expression, he chose to humour her. Ill timed as it was. 

“Hmm, that depends on our Captain, I suppose.” A pause to get her a glass of water (and for the dramatics). “Perhaps, she will have a change of heart and we’ll depart within the hour.” 

Indeed, ‘we’. Including the sick woman currently resting on the Crux. He placed the glass of water on a table nearby. 

“Are you well enough to sit down?”

Suffice to say, the festival held a soft place in their heart. Perhaps, if he were truly fortunate, fate would allow him to see the festival in all its pleasure. On his walk, it seemed their arrival had been quick to be noticed, if the appearance of Shirasagi Himegimi was anything to go off of. Pleasant greetings made, they were about to inquire how she was doing when—

She seemed close to fainting. He felt the warning in the air before he saw her fall. Fortunately, it was enough warning to catch her before she hurt herself. He kept a suitable distance as she steadied herself on the rock though concern knitted his brows. They shook their head. “It is quite alright. Take your time, my lady, we are in no rush.”

Even as he said that, it was rather clear she had something on her mind. Something she wished to say but did not for whatever reason. In hopes of reassuring her, they smiled, gently. Though, as she spoke again, he surveyed the other for a second. The head of the Kamisato clan would likely wish to hear about this but, it was a request… hm.

“I can, though, you’ll have to promise to take care of yourself as well. I’m sure the preparations can wait until after your break, would you be amenable to that?”

“A few travelers along the road. They showed it to me and, well, without a companion like Paimon, travelling can get very quiet.”

Too quiet in the more desolate areas. When even nature itself couldn’t comfort them. 

“Honing that skill became a good pastime, as did learning many of the songs of each region. I am no bard, myself, but it is nice. Like an echo of a past adventure.”

“ interesting. is sake a kind of wine? ” because it's rosaria. of course she needs to learn about the drink menu before she sets foot on any new land. “ i suppose we are not the only nation that has deep appreciation for the art of brew. did you know that the best homebrews are made during thunderstorms? if you soak the barrel in rain, the wine will receive a heavenly taste. if you're lucky enough to be struck by lightning, ” whether she means the person or the barrel, she does not specify, “ you have a chance at a legendary brew. some believe that thunderstorms are the combined blessings of three archons: anemo, hydro and electro. i wonder what wine made from such powerful collective would taste like. ”

He shook his head lightly. “Not a wine, exactly, it is an alcoholic drink, though. I prefer it over wine, myself, but do let me know should you feel the same or otherwise if you ever try it.”

From Anemo, Hydro and Electro, hm? He listened closely, as if her words held any truth to them. His gaze drifted to those running amok around the city.

“ it is a custom of ours. this plant we smoke is sacred. when we offer it, it's as much a blessing as it is a ritual. ” for a vowess, she sure likes to lie. committing to the bit, she reaches over to kazuha and presses her palm against his forehead. “ by barbatos's will, may you pass through stormterror's domain unharmed. may your cup be filled with rewards. ”

He stood perfectly still, playing the model (nonexistent) participant in this ritual. “What a strange ritual, though I cannot say it isn’t familiar.” It was his turn to spread falsehoods. “In Inazuma, we have a similar ritual but for sake. It is a shame there isn’t any here.”

He quickly took the empty cup from the table to use as a prop in this exchange of theirs. “You would typically take a cup of sake, like so, and we make a prayer to the Raiden Shogun. Then, we take a few drops and place it upon our foreheads. Finally, we recite: ‘by the will of eternity, may our lives run through the passage of time as this sake has to fall into our cups, an ever growing river until lightning strikes our end’.”

for starters, the real ‘A’'s attention was just as capricious and lethal as that of ‘R’. (motherhood had softened her, the latter had offhandedly mentioned to him once, and albedo's gaze had only fallen to the floor.)

if this new witch's reach extended to teyvat’s borders, then surely there would be more fuss in his immediate vicinity—albedo’s, surely, of all the people to rope in. no; he supposed he would never hear the end of something like that.

and as such he had deemed there to be little cause for concern. allergies were an odd thing, for he had none upon creation and surmised he would never know any if the past four or five centuries were indicative enough. he differed from most lifeforms already; at the same time, it was lord barbatos, almighty god of anemo, who first came to mind when the topic was brought up. did this only mean venti's suffering had recently doubled, albedo wondered?

no matter. it was not among the most pressing of his duties, but albedo took it upon himself to at least look into the matter before alice herself rolled in to make life more chaotic. he almost shuddered at the thought.

the trail had not gone cold just yet, but he could feel its decline with each stop. time was worth its weight in gold to one such as albedo, however. two hours later, right as he was about to fold and leave the ordeal to the true mages, pandemonium be damned, his investigation had taken him to the riverside where he spotted a familiar style of clothing. when he had once spent ages painting a commission inspired by its likeness, how could he forget?

Of course, it was not as if they would stay away from that which they adored. He simply had to find a different part of it to appreciate. The riverside seemed like a good start. Mostly due to the barely apparent breeze. Less likely for allergies to strike with that—that and his scarf did plenty to shield him. 

Right about now they would consider using a leaf as their instrument but… it might not be the wisest of things. So for now, they settled upon thinking up some new haikus. May as well with what time they had. Were he on the Crux, they would not have such concern over pollinated areas. The sea would be all that remained as far as the eye could see. 

Still, rest was always welcome to them—hm? Oh, someone was approaching. The footsteps gave the other away and the winds told them he was familiar. It was when they heard his voice that things began to click. Crimson eyes flickered to his side where Albedo (the painter) stood. 

The very same warmth swirled in Kazuha’s eyes, spilling into their voice. “It’s good to see you as well, Albedo.” A slight bow to further cement the greeting. Humming, their gaze returned to the water only a couple steps away. I suppose haikus will have to await another time. “Well, the winds of freedom are hard to evade, I’m afraid. When the wind calls, it’s near impossible to refuse it. And yourself? Did you come to paint our surroundings?” 

“ should've asked you first. my bad. ” some may argue she is a ‘sorry’ away from remorse, but parsing her words invites more trouble than closure. a long drag later, she asks, “ do you smoke? ”

Even saying that, it didn’t stop them from standing beside her. “I am open to it, however. My vices tend to be a bit more plant-related or so Paimon would say.” Was she right in that assessment? Something for someone else to figure out. 

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