#dehvours

   Klee is very lucky that she never stumbled upon the baddie, during her exploration! Instead, today she accidentally injured a quiet man passing by, and Klee is not a bad girl, so she apologized and gave him many of her bandaids even when he looked mostly fine. He had this reeeeeeeeally cool black and white cape and nice white hair, very pretty and shiny under the moonlight. He must have been recovering from some injuries, which is why Klee left him all of her bandaids, because he was covered in bandages. She kind of wonders-

@dehvours: Childe walks up to Kaeya and thrusts a raw fish at him. A gift!

kaeya looks at the fish in his hands, blinking a couple of times before looking at tha proud harbinger and he chuckles softly.

@dehvours - [ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort. // @ la signora. \ SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP

( 🦢 ) THE WITCH OF embers had been in the middle of sewing some sequence back onto the lace that would often cover the side of her face that held burn scarring from before her time of being a harbinger. her face rose when she noted the footsteps entering her room , lips parting to question why childe was here but having little chance with how quickly it found itself into her lap. placing the lace item and the point of the needle to the side she sighs , manicured fingers beginning to brush through its hair.

❛ SOMETHING HAPPEN , süßer Fuchs ? ❜ if her little fox declined to answer her question she would endevour to simply soothe it ; having dealt with silence from the usually talkative eleventh in the past.

      a sigh leaves her lips just as she closes her eyes ; another paparazzi taking her photo from afar , as she simply drinks her afternoon coffee . ' this is getting beyond bothersome ' , she thinks , purple eyes opening and trying to decide to stay blissfully unaware of the camera towards her . even then , when another someone approaches her , she can't help but roll her eyes as she looks up .

   "" may i help you ? ""

He, in all likelihood, was lost.

Dan Heng didn't feel fear or trepidation at this fact, but merely accepted it and kept wandering through the gloam. An orb sustained by Cloudhymn magic bobbed beside him and he checked his phone which currently had no signal. In his readings of the former prison colony, there were absolute fringes of the Dreamscape that dwelt outside of the golden paradise and instead maintained a lurking horror once said to reflect the minds of prisoners and plunge them into a waking nightmare.

As if Dan Heng hadn't spent the majority of his life living in one horror to the other.

Dusty storefronts once occupied by pleasant dreams stood vacant, the derelict street dusted with colorless snowfall that lacked cold. Distantly, he wondered if anyone else might still remain, but it didn't matter.

Despite being a victim of her role as the Hydro Archon, Furina made it her duty to right the wrongs it had brought. Childe's involvement had undoubtedly aided in their path to victory when the prophecy had come to full swing. Nevertheless, it did not go past the prima donna that he too was an innocent bystander. Along with the gifts, flowers, and offers to pay for his medical expenses after battling the All-Devouring Narwhal, she asked Childe to visit Fontaine whenever he fully recovered to soothe the situation and personally apologize.

   When he steps out of his portal, when he seeks the Lightkeeper out, one must think that he's come to bite. Like a rabid dog, gritted teeth under the bandages, he should come for vengeance. If he could choose between being forced to swallow a particulary sharp piece of quartz and open his mouth, he'd pick the former in an heartbeat. Each step upwards the cemetery hill seems filled with great pain, until the fae comes into view.

   '' Lightkeeper. '' He drawls out, but the fire dims almost immediately.

   '' I need... a favor. From you. ''

   Out of his flowing cape comes a small brown pouch. When he shakes it ever so slightly, as if to entice him, the sound that comes from inside is the musical sound of Mora. Biting every word with sharp teeth, he starts with a tone that tries not to be filled with seething anger. '' The Moon Maiden, '' Her name, her real name, is only for Rerir's ears to hear, and for his mouth to speak. The next few words lose a bit of bite, making him sound almost troubled.

   '' ...She does not speak outright, but she talks about bread more often, now. I would get it for her myself- but I suppose the weak hearts of this city might be delivered their final blow, if I was to simply stroll to the counter of a grocery shop. No matter how inane the request. '' A scoff. He knows that much to be true. '' This, regrettably, leaves you as our last option to buy the treat she wants in silence. Or will you be a disappointment, and force me to handle it myself? ''

@dehvours - you did ruin my night. // @ kaeya (can't a guy just violently kill some monsters in peace around here 😔) \ TASKMASTER SEASON 17

( ✨ ) HE SCOFFS , PUSHING off the tree he'd been leaning against after idly giving a bored glance toward his nails. causing issues for the harbinger who was in his own neck of the woods was not his problem - at least not yet it wasn't. he shrugs a shoulder , crossing his arms as he looks to the dead mitachurl in question 'fore flicking his lone gaze back up to tartaglia after a beat.

❝ GOOD. MAYBE THEN you could answer my questions -- why are you in mondstadt. from what the traveler tells me . . you aren't stationed here. another one of you lot usually is. ❞