#honeyteawrites

Cyno: Emotional in a melancholy way. There will be a deep sorrow in his eyes that you almost can’t look away from. No one likes seeing Cyno drunk because it’s unsettling. Fortunately, he doesn’t drink much.

Al-Haitham: Does a bunch of nerd rambling for a while, then he gets sleepy. People will still be partying and he’ll be asleep on a couch or table somewhere. Haitham doesn’t get drunk often. After all, he has plenty of snacks and he’s big.

Kaveh: Emotional af in a bratty sobby way. He’s a messy crier too. A lightweight that says some things that he definitely wouldn’t say sober. You can easily get Kaveh to spill his secrets in this way. (canon)

Tighnari: Has never been seen drunk before? Terrifying tolerance, especially since he’s short. Someone has to take care of the others and drag them back home.

Extra silly scenario, click read more to see the rest! 438 words of Cyno’s embarrassing yearning. (cyhaino flavored because I can’t shut up about them…):

Haitham finishes rambling about a book series that he recently completed before passing out on the tavern table. It’s a rare sight to see him this drunk. His friends only saw moments like this as an annoyance since drunk Haitham wasn’t particularly interesting and someone always had to drag him back home. He begins lightly snoring, cheek pressed against sleek wood. 

Cyno sits across Haitham with his head resting on his arms. He always felt an indescribable sorrow whenever he got drunk. At times like this, he disappears to some corner of the tavern to sulk. Tonight, Haitham somehow managed to find him only to be equally as drunk. Cyno let his dreary thoughts fade into the back of his mind as he listened to Haitham’s book plot analysis.

Comic script maybe? It’s long but I have no idea where I’d put something as silly as this in a fic. Can you tell that Cyno and Kaveh are my favorite 4ggravate friendship? 

@cyhaino-exchange gift fic for @darkchocola​ !! 

click here for the ao3 link!

we know that other languages exist besides Teyvat’s global language, here’s headcanons about the ancient ones that were forgotten by most

Zhongli fondly remembers the sweet tone of Guizhong’s voice. The dialect that she spoke is now long forgotten, but the melodies of the songs that she sang still remain. Every time someone plays a familiar tune, Zhongli is brought back to the times when Guizhong would braid his hair, humming her favorite songs as she wove flowers into his dark locks.

The Travelers have traveled across worlds and heard many languages, but they’ll never forget their mother tongue. They may just be the last two people keeping it alive.

One of Albedo’s earliest memories is Rhinedottir laughing in delight and relief when he was born. His eyesight was blurry at first, but he could make out notes scribbled on the walls and in books sprawled across Rhinedottir’s workshop. The same ancient writing can be found nestled within the snowy mountains of Dragonspine, on the rocks deep within the Chasm, and within other corners of Teyvat.