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AFTER A STRAINED FEW YEARS STRETCHED TOO THIN,  the return of the Grand Master has brought with it a new found chance to breathe. There is less pressure on minimal resources, less demand to ration and reorganise to get through a bleak proverbial winter. In fact, you could argue it’s almost the opposite. Varka’s return has sparked the first shoots of spring, of growth and recovery in a way that the Knights haven’t seen since long before she joined their ranks. It feels almost ready for a point of change, for a chance to return to the glory days of everything the Order of Favonius had been intended to represent. 

It’s a thought that has weighed heavily on Jean’s mind since her superior’s return, but not in the same way as her other demands have. This weight is comforting, persistent and inspiring and just addictive enough to have lured her from her desk to the lush green fields of her homeland to seek out the last remaining Outrider. She didn’t have to look too far to find the brunette, Amber was always fairly good like that - a prominent dose of sunshine that left a never ending sea of happy faces in her wake.

In this case, the first glimpse of the archer is coming in to land - a notable faux pas, given her outstanding gliding violations, but given the circumstance, the dandelion knight will exercise her executive judgement to turn a blind eye. She certainly doesn’t want to sour what could potentially be a huge opportunity for the young knight. 

HEADCANON ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌kaeya alberich.              emotional damage magpie.

absolutely steals bits & pieces from the lives of the people he wants to feel close to. they’re as personal as they are mundane; truly just a piece of their day to day — but one kept on their person unless he’s still in the process of acquiring one like that :eyes: yes he will tide himself over with Lesser Treasures - which are most likely to be returned as soon as the other is in his possession.           see: kaeya attempting to keep the hairtie(?) he’s stolen straight out of @galactia​ zhongli’s hair without blushing. no he will never mention the thing again. yes zhongli knows he did it there was no hiding it whatsoever.

diluc’s vision was a part of that collection in a more complicated way, of course, but he has luc’s favourite pajamas tucked away in his own drawers. among his own, so as to not appear to be the treasure it is to any fellow thieves going through his belongings.

he also definitely prefers to steal it off them within plain sight ( diluc’s jammies he nicked when the man had left ofc but then, he’d fear ReTRibuTIoN otherwise )—because it makes it all the sweeter when they inevitably surrender it to his dogged refusal to let go of the ball.         c:

rosaria called him the fuck out on exactly what he was doing, but hasn’t demanded he return the remainder of her smushed, misshapen, partially singed tin of cigarettes - just that he buy her a fresh one. which he did c: hers is a permanent fixture in that one kitchen drawer with all the miscellaneous items.        in his shoddy kitchen cabinet sits a mug with the dregs of jean’s favourite coffee; this one gets swapped out fairly regularly to avoid mould & the like lmao. jean doesn’t really give a shit especially since he returns it clean.        amber will have to remake her fiery ribbon- this one is, ah, harder to explain away. kaeya does not keep a drawer of trophies from conquests, but for the sake of this keepsake he’ll suffer the appearance of one. he does have one of the pairs of @bunnyshot​’s panties that he cut up for easy access tho, lmao. but it’s kept somewhere a lil more private- like his pocket during working hours to bully her with glimpses at it— c: completely private. invisible to all the world.         lisa tried to give him a preserved rose & like thanks ma’am but we nabbed a satchel of your fave self-made tea outta ur skirt too haha bye- nyoom to avoid the zippyzaps.

NOTE: that you’re extremely unlikely to catch him toting these things unless it is to keep the items looking replaceable. if you do catch him with them separate from this situation... he is supremely, supremely miserable. it soothes the lonely, obviously. he’ll curl up in bed in the middle of his few treasures it’s actually so miserable in like an endearing way but holy shit he’s pathetic like that. anyway-

PINNED AGAINST THE WALL ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌@bunnyshot​.           accepting.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body. - hah . Hah Iess?

KAEYA  the warm weight of a bunny knocks into his abruptly lax frame & there are 2 reflexes that follow this:  1, he’s got her - wrapped up in one arm taut with tension as her fire singes it / squeezing her into his lanky nooks & crannies so they’ll mostly both fit this side of the shield. 2, he / into the city wall — its stone rams in turn into his shoulders. ( the cold filigree of the past skitters through scar tissue & skin— ) & is chased outward, out across the should-be funeral pyre of her heat to chase what sets its bet on an escape-

            tp,.. tp, t-tptp tp—       ...hm.

frost creeps along his forearm to soothe the sting. it fizzles out of the shape its held / flexes— tptptp, & the little shit still hasn’t run out of sight —& reshapes into a shield. this’ll have to be done differently. “there you go,” a low murmur wanton in its violence & warning. his palm keeps her face to his chest, furthest from the heat.     tp, t-tp— “ahhg-” & a yelp it shouldn’t have uttered...

“thank you.” thumb & forefinger rub, heavy, along the base of her skull. there’s not enough smoke to warrant knocking her out & she’d feel him do it anyway- “i think i can do something about those burns.” instead, the unblinking pale of his eye watches a body stiffen too soon as the cold takes all its fluids / watches it lift, silent as the grave it won’t receive, & slide somewhere left. around the corner... know these streets, but- ah, what exactly were the planters like... hrgn.              ...amber probably knows what he’s done. his jaws ache.

      “will you let me?”

THE DIRTY KIND OF TEASING ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌ @bunnyshot​.        accepting

[ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.** reversed! 🐰 Amber is being frisky- also just annoying- both? Both c:< 

KAEYA  “amber―” a quiet roll of sound, stilted this murmur - for it is of protest, & to voice as much openly feels n u d e.            thank whatever dictates her nature that amber is impatient. as far as teasing goes, there is an expiration date in place; the question is how far he can allow her to go before that... becomes embarrassing.

soft & round in all the right places―the right place: his lap. the cradle of his thighs is a thing taut with tension. the curve of her rear, is...        kaeya’s teeth grit & grind. he can handle this. this, is- he can do this. there’s no fucking question about it. he can do this. all the little bunny’s gunning for is a chance to be on top - & he can definitely...

that kissable mouth is painted smug- her best colour -but it vanishes from view. might as well squeeze his eye shut then. ( the dark brown of her hair tickles along his cheek & jaw. ) fuck, but it’s―( & rather than afford him the opportunity to bite, she gifts that pretty mouth to his pulse )―agh, dammit.

             “amber.”

raw with the strain of it. how she makes him want... the seat creaks / his fingers ache in their grip on it. “that’s enough,” gasped out more for her than him- let her know it. oh, let her know--

       the swell of his cock aches up against her heated almost.

thankfully the office chair has a high back; its cushion is all that keeps the back of his head from grinding painfully / his body is a tight arch that smarts toward a snapping.

& when he opens an eye bleary, it is to that wretched wonderful view of her: so, so smug―so insufferably self-satisfied. her pretty mouth a warm curl, her gaze so― she’s so-              she’s his, & he is weak.

             the chair is a creaking seat & a back that stutters against the floor / wood on lacquered wood. apologies groan along her throat. “next time-” next time, perhaps, he’ll be able to behave.

but certainly not this time.

@bunnyshot: ❝ Please, allow me to escort you! I know you're familiar with Mondstadt by now, but It's still the duty of a Knight to make sure our special guests leave safe and sound! ❞ And, maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to leave Lumine's side so soon; the disappointment on her face when hearing about her departure was evident, even if she quickly shook it off, clearing her throat and making sure to offer the expected hospitality. Ignore the fact her bunny ears ribbon faltered momentarily.

“ look at me. “ - except she's gently cupping Kaeya's face && so very fondly scanning him from her concerned yet steady gaze. Whatever has happened, she's doing this to pull him out of his own head rn c: and getting him to focus on her.

KAEYA  “oh- come now, bunny.   do i look that stressed?” teeth are bared        around his own wound; locked safe & sound between jaws that ache for a kill or be killed. the chair squeaks as it is forced farther onto its hind legs. there is more safety to be found: in the absence of her in one’s line of sight. not her red & not her softness. just the ceiling.               just the lack.

...thought rattles around all the louder for it.

              i let “you read me like a book, huh?”

"Not for long."

Counting down from three with her fingers, the whine of arrows and hiss of elemental attacks from the odd Vision-bearer among the brigands' ranks thumped against the radius of the wide trunk the two women were sheltered behind, the collapse of the canopy following suit with a crashing cacophony of snapping tree boughs as explosions detonated and the screams of their would-be pursuers became largely subdued, even silent.