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   her smirk remains , and that glint in her teal eyes does too ——— just as a small chuckle can be heard from her as she steps into the light , arms crossed .

   "" why , thank you ——— had to do some modifications to it so it would fit my liking , but i'm glad you enjoy it . "" her voice is one of tease , one of playing ; because that's what she did best , wasn't it ?

   yelan doesn't even care for the stares the man's security might give her as she comes closer , even daring to fix his robe on him .

   "" dinner at 8pm , usual place ? ""

"Am I that easy to read?" the fox ears flick playfully at the accusation that he's far from home by the cavalry captain. "My daughter's here for the festival. I can't rightfully let a teenager wander through the roads alone, can I?" he shifts his weight, and the pyro vision at his side glints against the clear and joyful sunlight above. "Your reputation precedes you, Captain. It's a pleasure to meet you."

@lorendiel - “can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. best watch the shadows.” // from the regrator to freminet :’) \ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑: ASTARION EDITION

( 🔧 )     LUCKILY ENOUGH FOR   the shark hybrid   . .   his sight was a bit better in the darkness   (   even better   underwater   but he digresses   . .   )   but he felt that wouldn't save him right now.   the diver taking a step backward   ,   eyes wide as he looks around then up to the harbinger watching from up high   —   why was he doing this   ?   what'd he   done wrong   ?

HIS CLAYMORE MATERALIZES   within his grasp   ,   claws tight around the hilt as his focus returned to the darkness ahead.   ❝   . .   W   . .   WHAT ARE YOU   trying to prove ?   has my loyalty to Father not been satisfactory enough ?   ❞   wonder sets in his thoughts that   this   was what lyney had been worried about.   was this a part of   . .  whatever the project Father had mentioned  ?

'interesting' is certainly one way of phrasing it. perhaps his way of downplaying the reality of the situation , convincing himself nothing is wrong. but they see what most others do not.

" hm... you think so? " adrian smiles , amused and more than happy to take the compliment. " or perhaps it's more like i just so happen to know you very well by now , mr. kaeya. " the same cannot be said for the various criminals running about mondstadt unfortunately , so they'll have to decline such a tempting offer to play detective. expression softens , footsteps carrying them forward to close the distance.

the doctor will go from behind, gently placing wine in front of the other before gently bringing his nose up to neck : senses are heightened and it takes ALL not to press lips against the others’ lightly perfumed neck. hannibal takes a small breath, inhaling the others’ scent before smiling to himself—

“ hmm—- delightful. ”

/ ٩( 'ω' )و

@lorendiel || ٩( 'ω' )و aggressively back at you

It's become a game, this. One in which Vincent's willingly involved himself . . . and so he can't complain.

(Does he want to, truly? Should he? More so with Hannibal than ever, he finds himself in constant battle with those questions of want and need— Despicably horrifying.)

For here he sits again, astutely aware of the man's approaching footsteps, aware of the absurd effect his closeness brings, but despite all that . . . there's no effort to lean away. He feels that presence like an all-consuming shadow over his frame: alarming, but alluring. A comfort and a risk. A strike of panic and a strike of exhilaration. And even before that exhale brands heat all the way down to his shoulder blades, Vincent's holding his breath.

Again with him. Again with this man.

He minutely shivers, hand twitching closer to his wine glass, though not yet trusting himself to claim it steadily. A turn of his head, enough to catch the other out of the corner of his eye, and that same side of his mouth quirks as he breathes again. “You noticed . . . ? Yes, it's new.” Vincent speaks of the fragrance, of course. He ignores the ridiculous thrum in his chest, gathers the will to pick up his drink and oh-so-casually swirl the contents.

“Perceptive as always.” Only then, riding that burst of willpower, Vincent turns fully, practically shrugging the doctor away from him to meet his eye. “Had enough?”

a letter with golden lettering is found, addressed to: SCARAMOUCHE.

ㅤㅤ" Tch. Another one ? "

ㅤㅤHe'd narrowly escaped the last event, which meant there would be NO getting out of this one. With any luck, he could tuck himself away somewhere after the initial formalities were done with. Greet some pompous prick or two just so that someone could attest he was there. Why they bothered to demand his presence was beyond him. Everyone knew the Balladeer was not meant for social gatherings.

A letter with gold lettering can be found addressed to, SIGNORA.

unprompted.

( 🦢 )    ALL HARBINGERS HM ?

WELL SHE DIDN'T have much choice in attending with the tsaritsa gathering them all for some archons damned event hosted by the regrator. if anything she could enjoy be a fly on the wall while it no doubt would devolve into passive aggressive interplay.

SIGHING , THE FAIR lady lowered the invite to get up and prepare for the festivities that she was contracted to attend.   better be worth her while and at the very least entertaining.

" tell me of it. . . " he places his hand on chin, deep in thought before adding,

" the abyss, i mean. "

ㅤㅤ❛❛    the  abyss  ,  huh  ?   ❜❜   that  gets  a  sigh  out  of  them  ,  the  abyss  wasn't  something  they  liked  talking  about  ,  it  was  something  that  reminded  them  of  who  they  used  to  be  ,  that  drug  trauma  up  that  they  continued  to  try  and  push  away  so  they  could  pretend  that  they  had  some  form  of  normalcy  in  their  life.

ㅤㅤnot  that  normal  was  really  something  they  could  strive  for  anymore  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛   it's  …  hard  to  explain  ,  because  ..  when  i  was  younger,  it  was  terrifying  ,  dark  ,  the  unknown  around  every  corner  .  ❜❜   they  reach  out  to  take  the  glass  of  wine  -  staring  down  into  it  as  they  attempt  to  gather  their  thoughts  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛   now  ?  it  almost  feels  like  home  ,  it's  still  terrifying  ,  lonely  -  almost  suffocating  .  you  could  get  lost  so  easily  because  you  can  never  truly  tell  what  direction  you're  going  in  .  i  don't  really  know  how  else  to  explain  it  .  i  don't  …  other  than  cold  and  suffocating  ..  yet  somehow  feeling  like  home  .  ❜❜