He wasn’t supposed to be here- he wasn’t supposed to return to Inazuma, not yet- ( not ever )

But the Fatui would hardly consider his own conflicting feelings that he kept so carefully under wraps and to himself. He was the one to know Inazuma so well, rivalling even the sixth, one of the many results of the wanderer’s life he missed.

He’d just have to make it quick and leave while no one knew he was there. Regardless of how foreign it felt to step back into what had once been his home, how he wasn’t even entirely sure of what the situation was there anymore. It was fine- he could handle this. It wouldn’t be any worse than what he had already gone through the last few... recently.

And here Kazuha was now, once again in the beach that had once been a battlefield and a reunion, taking a seat on the remains of a ship, huddling in his own coat against the night breeze. He knew already that sleep wouldn’t come to him that night- at least he could try to take in some of the home he had been longing for before having to leave it all behind again.

For what felt like far too long, that was all Kazuha did, mission be damned. Sitting there in silence, letting the breeze carry the essence of the sea all around him, feel the cold and the salt in the air. It felt right, in its own way. It only lasted until the faint sound of footsteps reached him through the wind, sand crunching under feet- Kazuha just reached for his hood on instinct, tugging it hard until every lock of pale hair and fierce red eyes was hidden under fabric and shadows, back on his feet and on high alert, a hand reaching for a dagger already. (swords weren’t safe, someone was bound to recognize him-)

Carefully, he looked around, trying to spot whoever was approaching- until he caught on the familiar scent, finally spotted the one that perhaps he was dreading to face the most. Kazuha’s heart sank, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

He admired Gorou’s strength and will, his honesty and how open he always was- and now here he was, trying to hide like a coward and avoid what he knew would have to happen sooner or later, as if his mere stepping foot in his homeland once again wasn’t condemning him on its own.

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Upon seeing the harbinger infront of her, for the first time Yanfei found herself conflicted between her duty and feeling like she needed to help him. The man looked to be already quite annoyed, his body language was easy to read. "Well normally I wouldn't find myself entangled with the likes of the Fatui, but I never turn down a challenge. Due to the destruction of property cause by your recent activity, and under Liyue Property Law Article 54, section 6 you owe an outstanding amount of Mora to Liyue"

He looked at Thoma as he asked the question. “I honestly lost track of how long I’ve been watching you... hoping you’d steal a glance my way while you’d bring Ayaka tea or a meal. Imagined what I’d do if we were alone in a room, imagine what you’d taste like... your lips, the feeling of your hands against my chest.” His words were soft and he couldn’t help himself get lost in the idea of the two of them.

He cleared his throat after some time. “Please forgive me, Thoma, but I can’t get you out of my head and I...” He trailed off sighing. “If you’d allow me to, I’d quite like to be a little selfish just this once.”

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--- “You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?” (Thoma at Kazuha)

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A quiet huff sounded from the ronin as arms folded where he sat by the fire,  trying to keep Thoma from seeing the faint flush of colour to his cheeks.  Was the retainer just messing with him ?  At least that was what he guessed,  but if he were wrong ...  No,  there was no way.

--- “ Do you not have to watch over Kamisato - san ? ”

It was a genuine question,  but that didn’t stop him from thinking ...  It might be nice to spend a night curled up in the arms of another ...

It was strange to be in Mondstadt again - well inside the city - even if this wasn’t the same as all those years ago, just being able to walk around and listen to the sounds around you, to see the sky so brightly watching over those below, there was something to it that he could quite put into words. But as much as he wished that he was simply here to take in the scenery, he’d somehow already ran into who he was looking for - or maybe he shouldn’t have been too surprised to find him near the huge statue that was made in his name. Narcissistic much?

             it was her first time boarding a ship in a long while , the traveling astrologist seeking the guidance of a clear night sky overseas as a perfect moment to commune with her tarot . the eve was still young , the maiden onboard stood on the side of the crux fleet's siding , leaning over to watch the waves of the calm sea clash upon sailing . it was a churning foam , calm — adhering to the whim of the boat .

             mona need not look up to sense kazuha's approach , assumably to get to know their strange passenger . it was as the stars foretold , a light would appear as her savior , someone she could trust . poetic , if not ironic with how she could barely see his reflection upon turbulent ripples underfoot the crux . though naturally charismatic , as she tries to find the right words to string together , a hand splays down towards the sea bed .

“     This area is off limits,     “    The agent stepped forward, blocking the other’s path. However, as her amber haze settled upon the male, she could not help but stare. Never before did she feel so grateful to the half-mask that now obscured her visage from view. She had spoken out more out of instinct than anything else, merely following the orders she had been given. But as her attention fully settled upon the male, she couldn’t help but do a double take upon him; had she not known any better ...     “     If you’re lost, I can direct you as needed.    “