#cryocapt

The distant hum of music is almost eerie how it floats across the distance on the warmth of the summer night. It’s almost as if it comes from another world, one where they just see the cusp of small vibrations and the glow of tavern lights. Boots kick lightly at the stone beneath where they dangle, head tilting back to crane and look at the voice that had addressed him. Tonight was to be as mundane and dull as any other on guard duty could be, strolling back and forth along the wall around Mondstadt until your feet created a groove in the rocks so the infinite forever would know your suffering as long as the wall stood.

At least Huffman’s words provided something curious to hold onto for the rest of the evening, a blue brow quirking in amusement as a smirk drifted onto his face with the gentle gusting of the wind. “And will the evils of the Abyss not climb the walls the moment we turn our backs?” Kaeya swung his weight from the edge of the wall to pull his legs to the otherside, crossing them at the ankles. He allows his eyes to fall shut for a moment, craning to hear the steady beat of the instruments on the other side of the city, beginning to hum finally when the beat becomes familiar.

The Knight rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of the other, offering his hands upwards for the other to take. “Here I didn’t think you’d forget your duties for a little bit of guilty pleasures?” With the steady pressure of the other man’s hands in his own grasp he pulled their persons closer together, leading Huffman in a slow waltz of sorts, shuffling their feet quietly as they moved steps in a short arching circle. Still, it felt as if their spot on the wall was in it’s own distant world, untouchable from the reality just beneath them. “Should I be worried about your, Herr Huffman? Not off to die tomorrow some heroic death that you need the hands of a beautiful man on you to think fondly of as the life drains from your sacrificial wounds?” The smile he displays hardly matches the macabre words that are directed to the Knight, watching him curiously with their close proximity an excuse to see the smallest of twitches on his face of a reaction.

❝ 𝐀𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞...𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬, ❞ Huffman said simply, even though they both know that it was the motto of the Adventurer's Guild rather than the Knights of Favonius. But it was still a unique statement, one that reached for both the starry sea above them and the depths of the abyss. One that should not fear but rather embrace the danger and the 'duty' of those who must face the unknown. It was what a knight had to do as well, even if they did no seek danger...they had to face it as it came to them.

❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨? ❞ he smiled as he kept a hand on the other's body, holding the captain's hand gently as they waltzed. After all, even if they were both in their small little world, both of them knew they were both prepared for anything that may happen - but as on edge as the two might have been...it most likely would not happen. Most likely. Huffman wouldn't rule out the possibility. ❝ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. ❞

Huffman sighed, eyes glancing out of the corner of his eyes - as they would continue should an attack actually happen.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, ❞  Huffman assured the other. Tilting his head as he looked back into the other's eyes, giving that same soft smile that Huffman always gave people, it was something that came all too easily onto his face having done this for years and years. And of course in this moment, with his attention focused on his captain, his eye color shifted down into that same shade of blue the other held. A reflection, a mirror image in tone, or rather an imitation.

❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐬. ❞

Huffman was no charmer by any means, no he wasn't that kind of person. Perhaps he was a bit too direct, perhaps he was a bit too blunt, perhaps he was a bit too truthful. Eyes strained as he knew that such words could be taken as an insult, but in his mind Kaeya wasn't one to let a few words hurt him - but that was just what Huffman thought. And what could a poor old knight think in this world?

‘Anything for you traveler’

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‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

                           —    ❝ N-noooot helping. ❞

 The  annoyance  swells  in  Aether’s  voice,  wincing  where  he’s  fallen  on  his  bottom  against  the  snow  of  Dragonspine.  Everything  is  cold–  including  the  large  6  foot  icicle  lodged  in  the  frozen  earth  between  his  knees.  He  swallows  hard,  scrambling  to  get  up  and  out  of  the  snow–  and  very  far  away  from  that  pillar  of  ice.  His  arms  wrap  around  his  middle,  a  shiver  rippling  through  his  body  as  he  aims  a  very  flat  stare  over  to  the  Cavalry  Captain.

He  begins  trudging  forward,  shoulders  hunched  as  he  clenches  his  jaw  to  prevent  his  teeth  from  chattering.

             flush as deep as the crimsons of rose petals , mona found herself awkwardly stuck in a rock &&. a hard place . vowed to never charge for her vision , mona often found herself trying to bargain strangers for goods , sometimes by playing that of a fleeting heartbreaker . however — it was that ice cool voice , sang upon stained glass like a choir , that rung through her skull — when cavalry captain cooed that megistus found her step falter , able body peeking out timidly from store corner .

             the twinkle of his eyes , mocking moonlight donned upon metallic stars canvasing her physique , captured her gaze instantly ; with heart aflutter in her chest mona felt weak under his flirtatious scrutiny . form clung to wall as her hip presses upon building , hiding half her perkish nature behind a veil to keep away from prying eyes . ( less he catch on just how unbecoming of herself was unwinding from his mere words . )

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11. for what would your character give their life? crucial muse development questions.  

Viktor is most likely to give his life for something he feels his greater than him... which is most likely the Fatui cause... and nothing else. And even then, he’d have to know that in this particular instance, if he sacrificed himself, the result would be substantial and won’t blindly throw his life away in some random altercation. Because Viktor is a very self-centered person.

In extremely rare instances, Viktor might sacrifice himself for someone he finds has more value than him and particularly like. Which is even rarer than extremely rare, because not only does Viktor like very few people, but he’d throw his life away for even fewer of them. He is a cynic who doesn’t see any value in dying for someone else : shit happens, you grieve, you move on, as much as it hurts, because the world is simply life this, you can only pray to not be unlucky.

“ So pessimistic for a cavalry captain! It seems like you given all hope the moment I gave you the inquiry! ” He let out a half-hearted chuckle before lifting the knight’s chin gently. His scarlet hues met with the other singular azure eye intently—

“ I can make you so much more that you truly deserve, the gods have forsaken you long enough so why submit to defeat again? What else they can strip away from you? First it was your home then the family that grew to cared for you. Their gift was a vision just for being miserable like you were their jester. ” His grip tightens after each sentence grew closer to the other male— the lack of distance felt suffocating and the fact he refused to break eye contact made matters worse.

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How long Kaeya had been waiting for the Traveler to return to the serenitea pot was anyone's guess, but the meal he had prepared for him was half eaten and an array of candles set across the main room were burnt down to the end of their wicks. And the Captain himself was passed out on the sofa.

       There was weight in those shoulders, everything felt so heavy to the Traveler. A beam of perpetual sunlight bleeds across the floorboards as he pushes open one of the doors with a light creaking. He drags his feet as he enters, letting the doors shut on their own behind him. It takes him several seconds before he notices he’s not alone. His eyes catching sight of the cold food on the table, one seating untouched, the other half-eaten. melted candles-- and no scent of them lingering still. A small wrinkle appears between his brows at the sight, confusion bubbling up within him as he turns his head to look around. Past a few chairs and over by the fireplace, laying sprawled over one of the sofas-- is where Aether finds Kaeya, fast asleep.                                 His favorite Favonius knight. 

Something clenches within his chest, gloved hand lifting to squeeze against the harden leather of his chest plate. Kaeya had done all this for him? Something one might consider very little, just some food and a few candles-- but to Aether it was monumental. He wasn’t often the object of such niceties. Not for a lack of caring from others of course. Aether was just constantly on the move, from point A to point B then to M then Z then back to A again. He walks closer, leaning over the back of the sofa with a guided hand. Fingers ever so softly delve against the deep dark blue hair, gently moving it from Kaeya’s sleeping face. The blond leans against one of his elbows as the tips of his fingers ghost along the edge of the knight’s jaw.              He admires him in the soft silence surrounding them.              Quietly he whispers to the sleeping form,