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a machine does not feel agony. 

just as it does not feel the warmth of the sun or the cold of rain, this too is nothing more than a dull, quiet, passage of time. pleasant moments only exists for humans, not machines.

not here | accepting

‘ they make it difficult to want to stick around, ‘ kaeya hums teasingly. mirth leaves his face as his lone star eye lowers to his hands; chains dig deep into his wrists, tying the sinner to the heart of the city. what does it mean for them to remain here? duty & obligation revolve around the prince turned spy but for someone like rosaria… this could be home.

even as aloof as she is, there are people who enjoy her company. barbara might be her biggest advocate & he finds that hilarious. it doesn’t stop her from putting in the effort to truly protect this city despite complaining about it being bothersome. this isn’t the worst place for rosaria to find herself in. staying might mean so much more than she knows.

it’s what she deserves after the hundreds of years she’s spent walking teyvat.

kaeya only wishes it would stay like this but unfortunately his duty to khaenri’ah will always be at the back of his mind. if his cold, frost covered heart would stop yearning, then maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult. each beat cracks the layers of ice he created to protect himself. his mind is torn; who could blame him when he was merely a child dropped off in an unknown land. the words ‘you are our last hope’ forever echo. unlike rosaria, he knows what it means for him to stay & nothing good will come of it.

                  his senses are on high-alert, but the unease settles just a little when he hears a familiar voice. barbara. he knows barbara. she has treated his wounds before. she brings him soup and tells him stories of barbatos. she is nice. he’s obviously still breathing so she must have had something to do with making sure that he stayed alive. still, everything hurts, and if he wanted to get up and move, he couldn’t. 

                 he does manage to turn his head, some. enough to glance over to barbara where she comes closer to his bedside. his vision doubles at first, forcing wolfkin to focus more until her two faces settle into just one. 

                “you help?” he asks for clarification, red eyes glancing down at his own person; he cant see much, but bandages poke out from underneath blankets that wrap his chest in a tight compression, “i ambushed. had to protect lupical.”

                 there’s nothing more painful than seeing the ones she loves in pain. her healing can only do so much & she’s incredibly grateful to see him awake; barbatos has heard her prayers. these weren’t the typical injuries barbara comes across daily so the pain may still linger. the salves & medicines should at least alleviate whatever her songs cannot sooth.

                 she tries not to giggle despite the hurt in her heart; razor might just rival bennett in how many injuries they can get in a week. this certainly is the worst she’s seen so far. barbara blinks back the forming tears. never would she have thought she might not have heard his voice again was she not around.

Her body turned with their’s, following the path they started on. There was a small tilt of her head at their remark, a small and soft smile tugging at her lips. “How have you been, Zhongli? I know it’s been … A while … Since I have found my way to these parts.” Let alone had the time to simply relax. People often wondered if she even knew the meaning of relax. So, needless to say, this was long over due. And, good company made the experience all the more better.

When they arrived to the location Zhongli was leading her to, there was a pause in her step. Eyes widen with awe and she can’t help but rush forward to get a better look at the view before them. “How have I not found this place yet?” She wondered, mostly to herself, before she looked back at them.

“It’s perfect.”

“I’ve been well. I’m better now that I know you are too.” Talk of her travels across Liyue tend to reach back to them someway or another. It should be no surprise they’d much rather spend the time talking about her than their own trivialities. Their life now is not nearly as exciting. Not to mention they find Rex Lapis to be an unfortunately favorable topic of discussion around them. It’s rather ironic.

continued. – @rcprobate

┈     Hana smiled, a smile she felt was genuine this time. She reached up to grab Leon’s hand that brushed her hair away and she squeezed it. “And you have me.” Her heart started beating faster in her chest as she leaned on her elbow once more and hovered Leon. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before laying back her head on her pillow, feeling her face becoming red. Hopefully, the dark room would hide it a little.

     She shook her head slightly, releasing Leon’s hand as she kept hers close to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “I-I don’t know why I…” 

    She’ll have to forgive him- He’s not used to depending on others. There’s been far too many times where he’s been betrayed, a sharp knife slammed into his back, as they leave him to bleed out. He has to keep himself this way instead. If it saves what’s left of his fragile heart then-

    The kiss pulls him from his thoughts yet Leon doesn’t reel back, merely feeling the heat on his cheek from where her lips touched. Eyes widen slightly. Clearly neither of them were expecting Hana’s action & he coughs nervously.