what. what the fuck, actually. part of him is wishing he had just kept his damn mouth shut, maybe just take a hike ten minutes down the road ‘til he found something. from the self-five to the random spurt complimenting his tattoos, this one was a difficult one to follow. he blinks once, twice, and takes a breath to give him some time.

“... it’s outa juice, obviously,” he scoffs in reply, brow ticking upwards in... annoyance? confusion? but... she was offering to help. might as well...

mun related.     /     accepting.

eventually the storm gods parted cloud and conflict gave way to sunshine and smooth sailing. quick banding upon wounds concealed the gashes lined with ice to keep the blood free from infection. he was careful about his ability to harness ice, as these were foreign waters, and he’d yet to see anyone else with a vision such as his own.     “     this crew fights like nothing i’ve ever seen before   !   you’re leagues above the men in mondstadt.     ”     he feigned astonishment, a wide - eyed whimsey belayed by an almost child - like sense of excitement. to some extent he was, that is, excited. no one knew him here, and there was no ‘ handsome, and charming captain kaeya ’ to live up to among the ranks of fellow pirates   ...   still he had a job to do, focus now, on the pirate he’d overheard addressed as ‘ jo. ’     “     the navigator told me we’re heading due east to the next trade port but that’s not for a few days.   what are the chances of more skirmishes between then   ?     ”

          @myriod​​ sent:   “ is there really nothing i could do that would scare you away from me? ” sweet @ violet           just more misc memes / accepting.

      “Nope, nothing.”  Violet had replied without hesitation, simply smiling up at Sweet. She reached up to move some of his hair out of his face and chuckled softly.

      While she was still alive, her mother used to affectionately tease Violet and say 'empathy is your power my dear'; sometimes with a hug. She always had a habit of checking on others, doing what she could to make them smile. Violet wasn't one to force things on anyone, when she felt an indescribable pull towards someone- she did what she could to interact with them, make sure they were doing okay. Sometimes it ended up in friendships that were incredible (much like her friendship with Ashley) and others… 

      Well. We don't talk about that. 

      Ever since she met Sweet, Violet felt that kind of pull. Similar to the indescribable one, but different. She couldn't put it into words- but a part of her felt like… we, like he might have needed her. Their relationship wasn't something she ever expected- she just thought that he needed a friend. But she wasn't complaining. 

          @myriod​ sent:   ❝  i’m afraid to need you.  ❞  sweet @ violet           its from a meme i deleted shhhh

      Violet reached over, gently placing her hand onto Sweet's cheek. She smiled softly at him. "There's nothing wrong with needing someone. We all need someone, I think that's a part of what makes us human." 

      She was well aware of what things were like for him- what he hadn't told her, Ashley had implied; she had warned her about how his family had a certain way of dealing with things, asking her to be careful, while also admitting that Sweet had always been the nicer one between him and Eklund. But as the two got closer, Violet really couldn't help but develop feelings for him; for better or for worse. So she reasoned with herself to be his solace- give him somewhere he could feel safe and at home. Even if that was just with her in her bedroom. She wouldn't ever pressure him to open up to her- that would be up to him. They could just lay there in silence and she would be okay with that- if it was what he wanted.

      "You wanna know something kind of funny?”  A smile was on Dahlia’s face as she put the finishing touches on a flower crown. She was sprawled across Rez’s lap as a movie had played mindlessly in the background. She leaned against him, a beaming smile on her face. 

      "...you know, the last time I actually seriously played piano was in high school. Don't think I've really thought about it much since then. I... haven’t really had much of a reason to. Baking’s my passion, not... music." 

      Violet let out a sigh, a permanently soft smile on her face. As painful as it had been for her to think about, her mother was her driving force for learning and playing as long as she had. High school was a messy time, meaning piano was the least of her thoughts. But as of late, she'd been thinking about it- fingers mindlessly typing out the keys to songs long since unplayed. It had caught the attention of those around her; Sweet included. Maybe she should consider getting a keyboard for her room? That might not be a bad idea.

      “What’s with the looks, huh? Haven’t you ever seen a mess of a girl running to her usual cafe and making even more of a mess? I need caffeine to function right now, my day’s just that shitty. Mind your own buisness!” 

      Hapi was unable to stop the words from coming out the moment she began speaking. Was it because she was that tired, or because she was trying to prevent any possible issues? She didn’t know for sure. She DID know that she had, accidentally, stayed up way too late streaming a horror game last night on her channel. Which, in turn, made her sleep in and that caused her to miss her first class for the day. Luckily, she only had one more in-person class that day. Unluckily, however; that wasn’t for another two hours and she wasn’t close to the apartment she shared with her friends to take a nap. So coffee it is. 

      But it seemed like her luck was just no good that day. The moment she rushed into the cafe, her messenger bag got caught in the door and all of her things for classes went spilling over the floor. When people gave her looks of concern, she felt seeds of anxiety in her chest. The first reaction she had with her lack of sleep was to snap. Maybe if it was a better day she would have just quietly picked up her things- but instead, she just snapped at half of the patrons in line. 

      Moments after her statement they, finally, moved their gazes away from her. Hapi let out a sigh of relief as she straightened her books and began shoving them back into her bag. When it came to her pencil case, she bit back a groan of frustration when she noticed it broke, sending her pens, pencils and erasers scattered.

      “ay dios mio, why me?”