#ofruin

To surmise, time moves in a bizarre fashion, and I apologize to my audience of three people for my laxness of punctuality. To surmise further, always listen to birds.

enemies to lovers but one is injured (accepting.) // @ofruin

@ofruin​ sent: Albedo isn't the best on what to do for people's birthdays, xe often is unsure and second-guesses what gifts to get. ( And third, fourth, fifth.... )  But now xe holds a bag to Childe, blue eyes staring up to him and the faintest smile on xyr lips.

The bag itself is simple, a grey bag with white tissue paper that serves no other purpose than simplicity. There are two boxes in it, containing two different gifts. The smaller box containing a simple necklace with a vial that's little more than ink and glitter both colored gold.  The second is a bit larger, a custom knife that has varunada lazurite made into the handle.

"Happy birthday, beloved."

Birthday Asks

Childe didn’t expect his boyfriend to get him anything; xyr presence in his life was more than enough of a gift for him. He catches the smile as xe holds the grey bag out to him and he takes it for himself, reassured by the tiny expression.

He makes a note to himself that he should try to get Albedo to emote some more; xe’s gorgeous when xe smiles, after all.

The larger box comes out first, curiosity tugging at his mind, and Childe removes the lid to find the knife inside. Blue eyes find themselves attracted to their mirror, raking over the sight of Varunada Lazurite with the darker blue of the Hydro symbol. Gloved thumb runs over the handle before his hand plucks it out of the box to test the knife’s weight. It’s perfect for decoration and he thinks, with a little tweaking of his garments, he would be able to hold it in the strap around his leg.

Knife returned to box for safe keeping, the Harbinger turns his attention to the smaller box. Eyes flick upwards toward beautiful morning blue before he opens its lid to reveal a lovely necklace that reminds him of his partner. Pulling it out of its box, Childe returns the box to the bag and observes the vial as the mini-concoction swirls around.

Without wasting any more time, the man fastens it around his neck and watches as it comes to rest upon the fold of his jacket. Its colour matches his other golden accessories and if his opinion were to be asked, he would only have high praises for the gift.

Albedo catches his attention and feels the look he gives xem is swollen with admiration, particularly as his lips separate into a soft open mouthed smile.        Xe has amazing taste in gifts.

          @ofruin​     /     unprompted starter.

          after the so many months of sarcastic bickering he’d been surprised nothing had come of it sooner. an accident on his part, leant too close in to one of albedo’s research papers trying to get on xyr nerves. a minute shift of their heads halfway through one of the alchemist’s reprimands and then — a brush of lips, innocent, chaste pressure but enough to freeze them both solid until kaeya recovered enough to pull away. however gracefully kaeya had tried to laugh off the situation, it didn’t change the outcome. easy talk and sarcastic insults dwindled, bodily threats and witty responses became far too difficult by diamond eyes slipping down ever slightly from albedo’s eyes down to xyr lips.

          imagine, captain alberich’s infamous silver tongue stopped in it’s tracks by pathetic teenage pining.

          one such evening waiting for jean to finish her shift in the mond library opposite the alchemist proved difficult. diamond eye rising from the book in front of him, words blurring together as his attention moved over the pages to albedo on the opposite side of the table. the uncharacteristically soft gaze would linger far longer than intended many a time before once again attempting to read, even sumeri history paled in comparison to watching the diamonds under albedo’s cheeks reflect off lamplight. only when caught staring would kaeya’s gaze dart down, cheeks flushed, would force himself to read the words properly. it was far too difficult to focus over the deafening sound of his own thundering heart beat.

gone / albedo :3c

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

🔥     —     an odd sense of déjà vu settled over diluc as he pulled his blade from albedo’s chest, watching as the shimmering liquid pooled and bubbled from the deep wound. he knew xe couldn’t feel the pain, but that didn’t mean this end was any less brutal. they’d planned for this, prepared for it. albedo had known the corruption would overwhelm xem at some point, and that in order to protect those xe loved, xe would need to end xyr own life. xe’d had this conversation with diluc again recently, and together they’d decided that diluc would be the one to do it, if the time came. when the time came.

❝ it’s okay, i’ve got you, ❞ scarlet eyes brimmed over with tears as dawn cradled the alchemist to his chest, staining himself with rose gold blood. he bit down into the finger of one soaked glove to pull it from his hand, and dropped the glove to his side, reaching up to brush his fingers through albedo’s hair with as much gentleness as he could muster. diluc swallowed thickly, listening to the labored, shallow breaths that came from his dying partner. ❝ i love you, ❞ he whispered, leaning down to press a shaky kiss to xyr forehead, ❝ i love you, albedo. ❞ tears flowed freely now as diluc cradled the other’s face in his hand, once bright eyes staring back at him with an eerie emptiness. resting his forehead against xyr own, he whispered, ❝ rest now. ❞

⤪ @ofruin​ ⊳ sexual tension ⊳ accepting ⤨

--- [ BRUSH ] : your muse reaches forward to brush a strand of my muse's hair from their eyes. ( albedo and childe uwu )

     ⊳ can be continued / reblogged

How could just a light touch send his heart fluttering like that ?  It was unfair how much command the alchemist had over him,  how easily just looking into xyr eyes was enough to have the harbinger feeling like some lovesick fool  -  but that was exactly what he had become.  Catching hold of Albedo’s hand Childe turned his head,  lips pressing a kiss against xyr palm as deep azure met breath - taking teal.  Gods,  xe was ...  Gorgeous.

                                                            @ofruin ,   albedo.

the calla lilies of the abyss were nothing like teyvat’s. archon’s blessed, bountiful with water and sunlight, that the prince found comfort in an ideal so scarce in their homeland felt ... undeserving, in a way. he shouldn’t have been enjoying the sunlight when so many of his people still suffered under celestia’s tyrannical curse. small comforts such as these ; soft summer breeze scented with dandelions and the crisp ocean air, to be able to carve his hand through water and see beneath pools that weren’t made of inky darkness — sometimes it seemed to good to be true. one starlit eye would rove over the expanse of the painting, imagining the precise stroke of albedo’s brush as it dragged the colour against a plain white canvas. something from nothing, hands so capable of destruction compelled to create over and over and over again. their fates were unkind, their fates were not beautiful.

this temporary haven, where kaeya could indulge, where the worst of his problems was tracking down the next rogue thief, this was indulgence unlike any other. how could he know a home other than this one, where even the details of a simple pond would coax forth childhood memories ; tadpoles, and innocent children pushing each other into muddy waters, the cicada song, and evening fireflies. he wanted it to stay like this forever.

deft fingers moved over the strokes, swirling azure and green, red pollen stems vibrant against the crisp white of petals. it was a simple scene. he was sure that albedo hadn’t meant to invoke such nostalgia, such longing. if xe had only meant to make kaeya smile, xe’d done so much and more. paintings by albedo were sought after, marvelled at for an almost ... mechanical accuracy of the subject, an almost inhuman ability to capture light and shadow perfectly, as one would a camera. they seemed to be changing though, slowly, after all, the most personable of xyr pieces have always been that in the throws of creative drive, or, those on the brink of a block, when a dam of compulsion would urge xem to create, create, create. kaeya loved that about xem, how human they were without realising it, with their fear of acknowledging it.

when next he met the alchemist, arms would come to wrap around xem, pressing to xyr back affectionately as seeking lips trailed over the back of xyr neck.

          ‘   thank you for the painting,   beloved.   ’

and after a moment, a cheeky smirk.

          ‘   your self portraits are getting better and better.   ’