𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#PROPHETUM.    ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCARRD.      ✦      PROMPTS.      ✦      HEADCANONS.

                           ⸻   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑.                              𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘,                             &  𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. ⸻                               𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐈  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄.    twilight   sword.   knight-captain   of   khaenri'ah.   self-proclaimed   prophet.   a   great   sinner.   private   &&.   selective   dainsleif,   the   bough   keeper,   of   hoyoverse's   genpact.   nsfw   will   be   prevalent.   trigger   warnings   apply.   minors   &.   personals,   absolutely   do   not   interact   !   not   spoiler   free,   but   spoilers   tagged.   penned   with   care   by   finch   (   30   /   she+   they   /   cst   ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘   𝐇𝐀𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘…

ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ   ᴡɪᴛʜ: @pavocelus , @caelune , @omencome

         𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡'𝐬   𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐚   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞   𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥   through   the   window,   rattling   the   windchimes   that   hang   near   the   door   on   the   outside   of   the   small   home.   stars   -   fake,   endless   stars,   stretch   across   the   fontaine   night   sky,   and   from   this   angle   he   cannot   see   it   -   that   place   of   horror,   that   lofty   throne   of   sin,   and   for   that,   he   is   thankful.   what   he   can   see,   however,   is   the   spill   of   blue   across   his   pale   chest,   mingling   into   the   dark   abyssal-taint   of   his   arm.   he   can   see   the   flush   of   dark   skin   against   his   own,   the   steady   rise   and   fall   of   a   broad   back.   what   he   can   feel   -   is   even   more   important.   his   own   coldness,   chased   away   by   a   cryo   allogenes   of   all   things...   the   steady   puff   of   warm   breath   of   his   clavicle...   and   the   weight,   of   something   real.

         clawed   fingertips   cannot   resist,   caressing   gently   through   silken   splendor   with   the   utmost   reverence   for   allowing   the   alberich   his   rest.   twin   hues   -   bright   as   the   clear   blue   sky   -   peer   down   through   blond   lashes,   and   even   dainsleif   cannot   help   but   allow   the   slightest   twitch   of   kiss-stained   lips,   as   cavalry   captain   stirs   and   nuzzles   closer   (   as   if   he   wasn't   already   blanketing   the   twilight   sword   ).   oh,   how   beautiful   is   he.   in   moments   like   this   -   dainsleif   can   forget   that   he's   meant   to   be   keeping   an   eye   on   this   man,   that   despite   their   shared   heritage   -   he   is   dangerous.   a   sinner.   

                           but   dainsleif   is   already   damned.

         resplendent   claws   smooth   away   bangs   from   sculpted   features,   careful   not   to   prick   flesh,   as   his   good   arm   raises   to   wrap   around   the   other   khaenri'ahn.   closer,   dainsleif   pulls   him   (   if   possible   ),   a   press   of   forlorn   lips   to   the   crown   of   a   blue   mane,   and   a   wistful   sigh   follow   suit.   ❝   go   back   to   sleep,   kaeya.   ❞   he   murmurs,   and   casts   his   gaze   towards   the   open   window   again   -   to   where   he   knew   celestia   waited.   one   day,   perhaps,   he'd   find   himself   there   -   sword   in   hand,   vengeance   on   his   tongue   and   in   his   veins   for   their   people,   but   for   now...   he   was   content,   with   keeping   vigil   over   the   being   in   his   embrace.

still laughing at how i accidentally gave dain kaeya's birthday. oopsie.

@pavocelus sent me this song in relation to khaenri'ah and it has been living in my head rent free for like 3 days.

@pavocelus: though rare, on nights when the burdensome loneliness could only be soothed with the alluring promise of alcohol, kaeya had been known to drink himself into a near unintelligible state. he couldn't quite remember what had triggered it ; a fight with diluc, some abyss correspondence, maybe it had been too much reminiscing over old burned, and storm soaked letters, but he had woken the next morning with a pounding headache. strange though ; no recollection of charles asking rosaria or venti to escort him home, no memory of who'd shed his outer layers, removed his boots and tucked him in, nor who'd left the water by his bedside table until dainsleif appeared. sucking in a sharp breath, suddenly so painfully sober, kaeya became aware of his bedhead, the drool at the corner of his mouth, how much of an asinine mess he might have made of himself last night and panicked. this was not the carefully constructed image he'd wanted to portray to the former twilight sword. wide blue - gold eyes would stare at dainsleif in something akin to shock, before dramatically diving under the covers with a dramatic fwip of the sheets. followed then by a an amused and faux mortified " don't look at me ! i'm hideous. " maybe he could still salvage this yet.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬   𝐢𝐭   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   (   not   that   he   believed   in   that   ),   that   had   brought   dainsleif   back   to   haunting   mondstadt's   locale.   divine   intervention,   still,   that   had   struck   him   with   the   urge   to   check   in   on   the   other   khaenri'ahn   that   night.   and   once   more,   divine   intervention   (   because   undoubtedly   celestia   was   laughing   at   him   )   when   he'd   found   the   other   man   piss   drunk   and   so   utterly,   wakingly   depressive   that   even   he,   dainsleif,   had   felt   bad   for   him.   oh,   what   a   sight   kaeya   had   been   -   beautiful,   as   always,   but   with   sorrow   in   one   revealed   eye   and   a   flush   on   the   bare   plain   of   his   chest   that   dainsleif   had   tried   very,   very   hard   to   ignore.   only   when   the   alberich   had   become...   too   lost,   did   the   twilight   sword   offer   to   take   him   home   -   and   what   a   feat   that   was,   weedling   the   man   from   beneath   that   obnoxious   bartender's   nose   with   more   clandestine   effort   than   he'd   care   to   admit.   

ㅤㅤㅤdainsleif   has   tried   for   the   past   six   or   so   hours   to   blatantly   ignore   how   it'd   felt   to   cart   kaeya   across   the   threshold,   cryo   body   cool   against   the   heat   of   his   tainted   arm.   he   also   continued   to   try   to   ignore   the   way   the   alberich   had   looked   up   at   him,   through   pretty   dark   lashes,   soft   lips   parted,   chasing   the   twilight   sword's   gloved   fingers   when   he'd   gently   removed   his   eyepatch,   his   coat...   oh,   the   poor   bough   keeper,   riddled   with   his   desires   and   instead   forced   into   the   vestiges   of   painful,   painful   propriety.   fortunately,   he'd   passed   out   quickly.   

ㅤㅤㅤdainsleif   had   taken   the   living   room,   but   not   before   untying   kaeya's   hair,   and   laying   the   warmth   of   his   cape   across   the   spread   of   the   younger's   bed.   he   barely   slept,   of   course,   and   spent   most   of   the   night   peering   through   the   ajar   doorframe,   watching   the   steady   rise   and   fall   of   the   sinner   that   lay   beneath   those   sheets,   so   sad,   so   lonely...   morning   came   quickly.   he   spent   it   preparing   a   simple   breakfast,   always   pleased   by   subtle   mondstadt   fare   with   the   lieu   of   sumeru   spices,   allowing   him   to   craft   a   dish   that   reminded   him   of...   home.   coffee   was   brewed,   set   aside   in   two   mugs,   and   only   then   with   one   in   hand   did   he   go   to   check   on   the   cavalry   captain,   and   well...

ㅤㅤㅤit   was   a   comedy   of   epic   proportions.   there   stood   the   twilight   sword,   cursed   claws   clutching   a   steaming   porcelain   mug,   at   the   bedside   of   a   very   sleep-addled,   but   breathlessly   beautiful   kaeya   alberich.   he   stared   at   kaeya.   kaeya   stared   at   him.   they   stared   at   each   other.   and   then   not   a   moment   later   -   there   the   captain   went,   beneath   the   blankets,   and   blatantly   missing   the   soft   and   amused   grin   that   tugged   at   the   twilight   sword's   lips.   ❝   i   beg   to   differ.   ❞   he   murmurs   quietly.   once   more,   kaeya   misses   the   softening   of   sky   blue   hues,   before   there   is   the   clink   of   porcelain   to   wood,   and   he   tugs   lightly   at   the   bedsheets   with   one   clawed   hand,   ❝   rise   and   shine,   sir   alberich.   i   made   breakfast.   and   that   drool   isn't   going   to   wipe   itself,   you   know.   ❞

something hilarious to me about me working on drafts for dain with the barbie soundtrack on repeat.

dainsleif vc: i'm coming for you

giggles cutely.

i'm about to slither away to my parents to dogsit for a few hours but i finally have made my carrd... presentable. it's not ENTIRELY filled out but the important info (like the rules) is there!