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Oh no, stern mother tone and the look of I'm not upset just disappointed.

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frozen. a dragon caught in headlights. despite being one of himeko's favourites, it seemed he was not excempt from the devastatingly humbling accusation. and what had he been accused of exactly ? maybe allowing stelle to drag him down to her level of bickering.

DAMN, sent straight to timeout because i was being a good friend to my buddy dan heng and his burning passions

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There is a creature of legend revered by the Xianzhou; a bird painted in all manner of colors, with magnificent flowing tail feathers and eyes that blaze like twin suns. It is said to symbolize grace and virtue, and it seems whenever I catch a glimpse of its depiction upon a tapestry or carved into stone–

10. what do you think about poly ships? would you play any?

Poly ships in general are perfectly fine in my book! The real question would be is how much I'd come to get involved with them. Since i'll lay it out right now that I'm horribly inexperienced with the premise. Like if it's one that gets the working of multiple muns in the motion, it'd need a mix of appropriate communication and also just an adventurous direction set for it if I'll take part. These criteria at least from my experience would be the trickiest to find and line up.

Since if there's one thing I do not want to do is have things be uneven to eventually having any ill feelings stir up, which I'd proceed to go and put things to a pause then and there. Though if I'm being real I feel like for this perspective it may be tricky/a touch unfair considering that I have Het muses to begin with.

37. how does your muse handle breakups?

I'll put this in Caelus' camp because it can be so hilariously depressing. Yes he would cry, yes he'd drink himself into a stunned sense of mind, and likely wake up two days later on some foreign planet as he comes to get his life together.

If things were to actively get deep and that's when it'd come being not good. Not in the sense as if he'd become a toxic partner, but that sense of separation while being an experience is the sort that can strike deep depending on how things broke apart. He's however aware that the nature of being a Nameless can bring difficulties the means of a successful love life. It's admittedly easier to have people who can be all over Space as consistently and swiftly as he can be.

Breaking up is new territory for him, especially as someone who hosts no old memories and if it was a longer term committed relationship. He'd genuinely come to need the support of people to help keep him afloat, to help mold his own reasoning and intent. Though! Given how the nature of ships are extremely nebulous as it depends on the muses in question, there can even be discoveries I'd come to never expect myself.

38. how easily does your muse get crushes?

I wouldn't say-- easily, like the man loves life, but finding love in life is akin to a surface break, the snap realization that he can put shape to the emotions that he feels. Since for Caelus it'll always be a bit more than a crush, given the nature that he often finds himself falling for fiery spirited women, powerful women, and likely entities that can outright annihilate him too. (Look at what he's surrounded by! How could this not wind up being one of his catches?)

If he's in the process of actively getting a crush on someone, 9 times out of 10 this is becoming the scale of genuine emotion he wants to devote to them. Like for instance even between the elements of lust and love, there's a distinctness that would be prevalent as fwb lifestyle could fall into the cards of a chaotic situation he can get into, yet that still just meets a mark of personal comfort around them compared to actually wanting to nurture a relationship.

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Ack!

No! No..! You can't do this to her! She's trying so hard to play it cool! She's trying so hard to look confident and powerful! Don't you dare try to shatter this illusion !!

Agh, no use.. trying to pretend to be pouty or miffed that she was being shown affection would serve no purpose other than continued efforts to pepper her with that affection.

" Stoooop... not while they're looking! " But alas, she's already been seen. She resigns to her defeat..

Light steps, practised with the ease of a dancer yet the confidence of a predator on are not warning enough. As to be expected if her. Should the Acting Grandmaster of the Ordo Favonius not hear the door pressed shut, then she will not hear the icy waves of a woman that takes in her figure and allows her face to darken like the night. It is only upon speech does the Rolling Rime allows herself to alert Jean.

"You make for an unsightly image, Gunnhildr." Blue leather bound fingers echoes the routine, Eula's fingers dancing upon wood and parchment alike as she continues scathing review. "Have you not the home to go to? You desk despite the quality of its make hardly befits the head laid upon it."

It is s mess through and through. " A king does not await its subjects to retire, I shan't begin to humour the thought." A mixture of forms and request anew that make her sneer grow in their mundanity. At the sheer audacity that the sheep request it's shephard.

"So why are you so determined to await my return, time and time again Grandmaster?"

EVEN WHEN SUNLIGHT FADES THE DAY IS NOT YET DONE. There will always be one more task to demand her attention. One more map that must be scrutinised, one more letter that needs to be responded to, and one more report that must be poured over and committed to memory. There was paperwork for days; bureaucracy and economics, all underpinned by policy and protocol and that was without factoring in the day to day eventualities of security, commerce and foreign intelligence.

Perhaps Grand Master Varka had been able to shoulder all of these tasks alone, but Jean had long since taken to delegating what she could. To put her trust and faith in the knights to do the work that she herself could not. Was it really so wrong to worry about them, when out in the field? To want to make sure every person was safely accounted for; well fed, equipped and rested after day after day out in the wilds of Teyvat? All of this she wished to say to Eula. To reinforce the sentiment behind the heart that beat in her chest each and every day for the people she considered her kin. But pride had tempered her tongue; or perhaps it was exhaustion. 

❝The Ordo is my home as well you know.❞ Bleary eyed she raises her head from it’s dormant recline, blond tendrils sticking to her temples as she sought the face of her most devoted critic. Granted, the Gunnhildr manor would always be important to her, but Jean’s home was formed of people not bricks and mortar. It was her family; her friends; her bonds of blood and duty and honour - and maybe, just a flicker of something else too. Something far more sacred and seldom uttered, that would linger now and forever, in the spaces between shared words and quick witted barbs. 

❝But a king would await the return of a queen though, no?❞ Neither subject nor subordinate, but equals in every way that mattered. Was it so wrong to think that she worried about her? That she would sleep far more soundly knowing that the ice maiden herself had seen fit to stare death and danger in the face and once again return to the sanctuary afforded to those that bore the sigils of Favonius? 

It’s because I care. Jean almost says it. Almost puts thought to word and lets sentimentality topple forth from the chest in which it had been entombed. But that would only complicate things. Would only muddy this quagmire of uncertainty and tenuous alliance that had sat so readily between them for years. Instead she levels her gaze, placid blue searching for the mirror in her companion’s gaze. 

❝What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment that does so enjoy these critiques of my work ethic.❞ Dry humour flows freely instead, an acknowledgment given to the truth that lies between salted words. Eula should know however, what drives her to suffer as she does. What keeps that world weary head cemented to her desk until each and every person she loves cares for is safely accounted for.