#ever-winter

The ancient cookie looks around as it seems that he was no longer in the world of Earthbread, he gulped a little as the eye on his vanilla orchid staff focuses on certain things like shapes and such.

He needs to be careful as everything around him looked so much bigger, just like the Witches that created him and the others just to be consumed.

He hears noises and searches for a place to hide, he moves behind some jars and stays completely still as well as quiet.

He didn't know who or what was also here with him so best to remain cautious and be at the ready in case things get messy, the eye on his staff now focusing to see what was happening.

@ever-winter asked: 036, a masquerade ball. - Dottore set the scene - always accepting

A grand masquerade in honor of the Tsaritsa. Miran stood since hours close to the drinks, rather than mingling with the people who ever had came here. Had she not wished to visit it after all. However, she could not leave her older sister alone - at least if she heeded the words of their father. Her gaze searched for the other, slightly taller woman. However, she had already lost sight of her as soon as they had entered the grand ballroom, running off to some people she disclaimed she knew. However, with how little they went outside, Miran liked to question such a thing in her mind.

Were they after all only here, so the older one could perhaps somebody who’d catch her eye. A suitor, that would one day ask for her hand. The blonde grimaced at such thought. Though in age herself and therefore knowing that she would one day have to face the same fate, she did not wish to do so. Marrying, bearing somebody’s children one day? No. It did not appeal to her at all.

The blonde took a sip of the glass she had taken from the table that now stood behind her, after taking a step forward. She watched silently, until there was movement beside her. Nothing unusual, as many came here - mostly with friends, their partner or whoever. Men and women alike sometimes also were alone, sent to bring drinks to the group they stood at and talked with. However, something caught her attention there.

“Am I standing in the way?”, she asked, her tone a tad too impolite for her own taste, when it had been her who should be sneered at after all. She was the one blocking some of the glasses after all. However, the fact that she had to look up so high to see the man’s face - he was way too tall - was upsetting to her. Why couldn’t she have grown as tall as her sister?

"...why did you have to bring them into this?" Talk about a foul move. He dares bring up the Forest Rangers into this?

The follow-up question seemed particularly random, but Xiao could put two and two together to figure out what Seiko was really asking. Could Xiao get sick from eating snow off of the ground like this? Could he get sick at all?? Seiko wasn't human, much like Xiao, but he didn't seem to be organic either. Xiao still needed to eat to survive, but it was less important than a human's need to eat. Seiko, however, didn't need to eat at all.

"Not exactly," he answered as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't catch diseases like humans do, and human illnesses have no effect on me. Much like how a dog most likely won't catch the illness its owner has." Different bodies had different capabilities, and pathogens had no use for an Adeptus' body. There was no nourishment for them to derive.

dottore vc - This is simply hell

     Liyue was still abuzz with preperations for the Rite of Descension when she’d left it under the meager cover of darkness. The harbour was never quite dark enough to completely conceal her but Esmé had a job to do, a journey to make to and probably from Snezhnaya; the latter depending entirely on her following orders.

     Snezhnaya is frigid, more so than usual with the raging month-long blizzard that makes her wannothing more than to sink in a steaming bath. It’s not too long that she has to bear the glacial winds but the short duration nearly chills her to the bone so that she’s nothing but thankful when the ginormous gates shut behind her. 

     And, as much as she’d love to drown herself in that hot bath storming her thoughts, she asks Childe’s whereabouts from the first persons he sees and trudges up the flights of stairs and into whichever room she’d been told he was in, ghost-quiet. For a moment she says nothing, just watches him, wondering if he’d noticed her presence at all. Who’s she kidding? Of coure, he’d know if there was another person in the same room. He’s a harbinger, for Archons’ sake. Heck, the man’s probably as good or better than a few archons.

     “Looking at you, it’s like looking at my entire life,” Her lips pull in a little grimace, “’M trying to decide if that’s good or bad.”

    “The Rite of Descension is about a week from now, Yujing Terrace. I have added the funds you entrusted me with to the Northland Bank as well. Anything else you require of me?”

@ever-winter​​​​​ inquired: "Stop pretending that you care" - Dottore / Idia

Unprompted (I think..??)—Always Accepting!!

Pretending that he cares.?? The boy didn’t understand. Idia had no one but his brother to be happy with. His parents didn’t care much about him at all, only when it came to his duties as heir. So, Idia spent all of his time around his brother. Playing with him, laughing with him, simply enjoying the beauty of childhood. And even that was so harshly taken away from him.

Yellow hues were red and puffy from all of the tears he has shed, the teen staring at his father with a horrified expression. Parents were supposed to bring comfort when disaster comes. However… Not Idia’s parents. Was his father trying to say that he was faking about how he missed about his brother.?? Idia worked for years trying to recreate his brother, and he finally succeeded. He didn’t do it to try and create new technology. He just wanted his brother back. Idia has always known that his father didn’t think in the same way as he did, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized just corrupt the man was.

“N...No...” He held the raggedy robot close to his chest--hardly even a prototype, but his design was growing rapidly into something genius. But he didn’t want his robot to be used for the sake of STYX. He didn’t want his parents to take it away. Idia’s eyes watered more and tears fell down his cheeks, but this wasn’t from sadness anymore. The tears were burning hot...the edges of his hair sparked orange here and there. “You can’t have him.!! He isn’t some robot to use!! I do care about him!! Y-You don’t understand, he isn’t just a machine!!” Idia squeezed his eyes shut as he tightly held the metal to his chest, blue locks bursting into red flames. He hated him. He hated this man for seeing this creation as just some robot. They were never a family, so he would never understand.

@ever-winter​​​​​ inquired: ❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ - Columbina / Childe

200 Random Dialogue—No Longer Accepting

Columbina was so strange... It was eerie how she acted, all gentle and “holy” despite being a Fatui Harbinger. She was the third strongest of their ranks... That had to be for a reason, despite the fact that this woman looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly. There was a weird feeling to her as well... Like she wasn’t entirely there in the head. Creepy... He’d rather avoid her, if he could help it, at least until he was stronger. But that was, of course, impossible. 

Regardless, he didn’t trust her one bit. Maybe her loyalty to the Tsaritsa was unwavering but what was keeping her from doing something to him..?? Closing your eyes and holding out your hands was a sign of trust. Tartaglia didn’t have that much trust to give her. Even so, she was his superior and he didn’t know how she would react to him refusing her request. She was unpredictable, that’s for sure. So, against his better judgement, the redhead sighed and closed his eyes before holding out his hands.