#reallyrandomtj

Biting Blade for any reason in any form is a quick way to get 'railed', likely in a public place, Eden. XD

"You're dragging down my mood by taking Knight business to my tavern." Again. It's almost as if this happens all the time and Diluc picks and chooses when to act annoyed about it. In truth, he's resigned himself to Kaeya and quite a few other Knights treating the Angel's Share as some sort of outside office. At least it means Diluc often overhears talk about such things as patrol schedules that he can use for his own benefit.

@reallyrandomtj and himeko! - smol starter!

It was the same nightmare again... the familiar scenes of a past history he wished he could just forget—and perhaps made him have some pity for the mara-struck in the end. He sat in the carriage, soaking in the silence of the dim light and breathing slowly. Some things were just too hard to forget... 

"Dr. Veritas Ratio of the Intelligentsia Guild, correct?" Argenti hopes that speaking the others full name was acceptable on his approach; if not the Knight of Beauty will use the preferred identification if the doctor corrects him. "You have a truly beautiful mind if the reputation I have heard is from reliable sources... even your reputation as a teacher fascinates me." He added, a slight bow of his head and a hand upon his heart as a former greeting. [ Yeets Dr. Ratio a compliment from Argenti. If he accepts it is on the doc ~ ]

Being addressed so formally is of little consequence to one Dr. Ratio, so he doesn't bother to address it. His attention is much more focused on examining the one approaching him instead. There is... many attributes of this person calling for attention, from his incredibly bright and long red hair, to the ornately decorated plates of armor covering his entire body- save for his head, of course.

It's a rather ironic contrast to the good doctor, whose head is the only feature obscured by his alabaster bust.

She'd almost called him something else, and Cyno could hear it in that pause. Even his mind had filled in the blank - exactly with Lisa's voice, too. It hadn't changed at all - in a way believable enough to summon a mild sense of fluster regardless, which the young man pushed down with a clear of his throat.

"If only Mondstadt was close enough to make that a habit." He sighed quietly, letting his eyes space over the cozy, warm-looking shelves that covered every wall and nook of the library of which his former senior was now the custodian. He tried to picture her daily life around here. What did Lisa do, all alone with her thoughts now? Without the incessant prattle of their mentor, or that of admirers looking up to the best student the Spantamad Darshan had in the past 200 years, always asking for her counsel or a good word for a quicker graduation. He'd never seen it work.

"To be honest, these days I get to see the library only for work-related matters anyway. With the Terminals out of service, everyone is relying on books again. And with that, issues previously gone unnoticed are coming to the surface. Vandalized pictures... torn pages..."

A pause, in which Cyno crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes still avoiding hers.

She snorted. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. I wasn't planning on carrying you all the way back just because you had to go and use that form." Sera waved aside, not really minding his arm around her. There was no need to strain himself like this when they could have plenty of fun with his vision and delusion forms. Plus, he'd be out of order for unnecessarily long after; it just wasn't worth it in her eyes.

The kiss that followed, made her blink though. What was that for now? Was he that excited about their match? "Is kissing your comrades a shneznayan thing or a tartaglia thing?", she teased with a small grin.

⠀⠀──── ✶ yes, for a brief moment, it was like the physical pain of his body & his mental strain had eased . it was, in theory, a much - needed respite from the daily aches, the yearning of a body pushed well beyond its limit . but that meant nothing in hindsight as Anaxagoras comes to find that this came with a price, the price of someone meddling in his head . even if Sunday had good intentions, the mere thought of someone slipping inside his mind makes Anaxa turn quite sour quite quickly .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ do NOT go through my mind again . i don't care if you're trying to help me . i don't need your ' help ' even if i were lying bloody on the pavement . ❜ he's retaliating with excessive force, but of all things, his mind was his prized possession, something he keeps sacred, & though Sunday means well, he would sooner come tinue to endure his pain than be so disturbingly vulnerable .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * part of his mind, maybe not even his own voice pipes up for a moment, though . how nice it had been that brief moment of relief from his chronic pain . how nice it would be to be free from the shackles of such a thing . but he was stubborn & hair - trigger, & the principle remains that his mind was off - limits .

Blade... that is all. XD