#gnosticvision

@gnosticvision​ : 🍺🍺🍺 {{ Albedo }}

Foul Legacy Tartaglia opens his mouth and every monster fucker in a 1000 mile vicinity rises ]] 

Monster fuckers, come get y’all’s juice

@gnosticvision said: (Combo time!) Actions: 17, 15, 14 with Xiao [with any quote you wanna to use. surprise me]

Bonus round: You could add in #9 if you so choose.

“You’re not fine. And you don’t have to pretend that you are with me.”

The insistence that he could put her down, that she could walk, fell abruptly silent, the vulnerability she had hoped had would go unnoticed by keen eyes utterly exposed, a face devoid of emotion crumbling away, replaced a look of pure misery that was quickly hidden away in the crook of the yaksha’s neck, the fabric stained by the tears that silently ran down her face.

Movements lighter than air, the pathway to the cavern she called home smooth - she had never wanted anyone to see her in such a state; it had been too familiar, hit too close to home - combat was another language she was fluent in, but everyone had their Achilles heel, and the Fatui Agents she had locked horns with was in possession of one of hers, rendering her entirely immobile and helpless to stop them from attempting to haul her off, the words ‘research material’ tossed so casually and inspiring blind, screaming terror in her as the flow of electro through her system kept her paralyzed on the ground, powerless to escape.

Her mind had screamed for help with a fervor her voice had been incapable of, and apparently...it had been loud enough for Xiao to hear; she hadn’t even seen the state of them men before the adeptus had her gathered in his arms and had taken off into the air, several silent moments before she recovered enough to insist he could set her down, only to be quieted by those two short sentences, breaking down in his embrace, the temperature shift once entering the hollow within the mountainside barely felt and she clung to him.

“They were...they were going to experiment on me - they...I...can’t handle going through that again.” her voice was raw in the moment, exposed like a nerve, unable to look at him in that moment, “That...what he...that’s how they kept me immobile so they could...” words failed her - she couldn’t say it, pulling away just enough to unfasten her clasp at her throat and chest, parting the fabric to air the largest scar on her body to both open air, and those amber eyes, the implication of what remained unspoken clear - that the energy the Fatui Vanguard employed was what had been implemented to leave her prone while she was repeatedly flayed open and tortured.

They certainly were odd creatures, Whopperflowers, the way they moved through the soil with such ease, almost as if teleporting - the only thing that led her to know better was the debris kicked up when they emerged; she sat idly by, observing them quietly, legs dangling idly over the edge of a cliff when one of the pyro variety burst out of the earth beside her, sending a spray of dirt and rock across her lap.

“Careful now.” scarred hands swept away the loam, the sun’s rays refracting off of something amid the sod, making her pause, lifting the marl and brushing it away to reveal an oddly smooth, round stone...it’s color, rather unique; despite wanting to keep her new clothing clean, she used the fabric of her pants to wipe away the dirt, holding it up to the light - her family had been in the jewelry business for hundreds of years, but still...she had never seen a stone of this quality before...

...but it was the hue it took when the light shone through it that held her attention - where had she seen it before?