#geobrought

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The other being all the way up in Dragonspine was even more concerning.

     hands are folded together within kokomi’s lap as she keeps her gaze fixated upon the distance beyond them ; eloquent as ever , even as she finds herself stewing over his question . she would be lying were she to say that this question never passed her own mind in times past -- how far was she willing to go for victory ? how many more lives had to be lost in the midst of conflict ? she may have been born for this , but it was never easy . so many decisions & paths lay within the palms of her hands .      she turns to face the young man next to her , a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips -- no offense is outright taken by his inquiry . an outsider could never truly understand , anyway . kokomi can tell by the glint in his eyes that he is a curious soul & figures that he , in this moment , deserves an honest answer -- as honest as she can be right now , anyway .

”Ah... pardon my intrusion, I didn’t expect to see anyone around here...” Mistakes were part of the journey, surely... but that didn’t mean Kazuha wasn’t regretting not making further preparations ahead of time. In his defense, however, he didn’t expect Dragonspine to be this bad, hardly familiar with this sort of weather. His own curiosity really had the better of him this time, just a tab too eager to give into his wandering urges and explore the unknown region. “I was... merely searching for some warmth... is it alright?”

[ x | accepting ] cala introduces you to his other genshin ocs instead of doing what hes supposed to be doing

       “ WHAT IS A GOD, TO A NON-BELIEVER ? ”

              You choke on the invisible scent of burn and ash; A sting in your nose and your lungs hot like coals and embers. Here in this realm, there’s is no discrimination between plant and earth, sky and land- There is merely that which burns and that which does not. And which are you?

      “ DECABRIAN’S ANSWER WAS DEAD .          AS HAS THE SENTIMENT BEEN ECHOED          IN THE STUNT PULLED BY THE GOD          FORMERLY KNOW AS MORAX. TO BEND          TO THE REALITY OF ANTS . ”

              Admist a sea of flame, of ash, of burn and boil and sear and stain stands a man. Taller than any human has any right to be- But that itself is not your first hint that he is not human. All that burns shall, and the flames that lick at his legs, at his waist, catch neither on fabric nor exposed skin. They catch not on the shock of red and orange hair that flows forth in wind that drives choking ash and the lung-burning stench of endless burning. 

      “ TO ASK WHAT A GOD IS TO A NON-BELIEVER ,          HOWEVER , IS TO ASK THE WRONG QUESTION . ”

              Graceful are the movements of the being the stands before you; The lift of a hand, palm open towards the sky, the dance of the flame that follows it up, up, up. Warmth drawn to warmth drawn to warmth as it circles, envelopes, caresses the burnt claws of the beast that stands in the ever-burning field. 

       “ WHAT IS A NON-BELIEVER TO A GOD ?           AN ANT TO BE QUASHED . A CHILD TO BE           PUNISHED .  AND WHAT , TO THAT GOD ,           IS THE WILL OF THE GODS WHO HAVE           BENT AND BROKEN ? NOTHING MORE           THAN THE BREEZE ON THE AIR THROUGH           WHICH EMBERS OF WILDFIRE WILL FLY . ”

[ x | accepting ] Cala doodles your muse in MSpaint | @geobrought

I DON’T NEED MY MEDS, SUCROSE

"... is it, now...?"

Kazuha doesn't sound convinced.

He knew fear almost like a close friend, it had carried his steps for far too long, ever since the hunt had been declared. It was something he had grown scarily used to, by now.

Fear was what had kept him alive, when her judgement struck. It was what had pushed him to act, not on logic and rational thoughts, but on instinct alone, what made him run instead of doing something-

If only he hadn't been afraid back then, then maybe he could have saved him. Maybe he wouldn't have left with a dead vision, a target on his back and more wounds and scars than he could count.

"I... may have to disagree. As far as my own experience goes, there are many things fear hasn't been able to help with."

Next time, he would do better, that was what he kept telling himself.