#auberich

@auberich​ //  corrupted  starter // unplotted

Barbatos,   floated  with   grace   as   he   played  with  the  half  empty  wine  glasses   that  he  held  in  place.    Mondstadt   had   been  driven  into  a   dark  shamble   and   yet   who  would  have   thought   that   ,   even  in  it’s   darkest   hours,  there’s  still    people   who  plans   to  put  them  further   in  shambles. 

One  lone  khaenri'ahan   descendant  mingled   with   his  people,  playing  the   innocent   act ,  loving   and   being  loved   but   when  the   night  is   at  it’s  peak,  he   would  plan  a  course  of  action  to   his   revenge   for   his  people,  and  the  Lost  God  could   only   laugh ,   such  deceit   makes   his   cruelty   lust  upon.   How  many  heart  aches  could  this  man  even  create   once   his   facade   had   been  liberate? 

@auberich​​ said ;  “ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ” / sentence starters !

           ❝ ... —Ghosts? I didn´t know you were the type to believe in those sort of things ❞ He retorted with amusement and a matching chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest, performing in this way, a perfect display of confidence, an act he has faked for so long that it now became almost like a thick barrier between him and his past self. Not that Tartaglia himself would admit it, of course — afterall, that ´version´ his past self has been burried that day the earth swallowed him.

Truth be told, It would have been a lie if he claimed that ghosts didn´t scare him back when he was a child, well—  everything scared him back then, yet those were matters of the past, and Tartaglia has now become a man who no longer held a special place for emotions such as fear; he has now become frivolous and confident, acting as if the world revolved around him, and if things such as ghosts existed, then that would only serve to give him another chance to fight against a new kind of opponent. And hopefully this time, conqueer one of his past fears.

Uncrossing his arms from his chest, the harbinger´s gaze returned back from the dark forest in front of them, to the cavalry captain; 

Kaeya vc: u might have a bird but last I checked u;re anything but cool,