#suender

" oh, gaia, y-y-you— y-you d-didn't have to get me a-anything! " but the faerie gratefully accepts the figurine anyway, sitting it in the palm of her hand. she studies it closely; the smoothness of the stone, the finely carved details, it was really quite beautiful. no one's ever made anything for her before and upon realizing this, she feels her heart skip a beat as tears brim her eyes. agatha isn't sure why such a gift has caught her off guard. it's just a little rose quartz figurine. gaia could've easily found this in a store that would sell such things, yet... she carved it with her in mind.

“ it doesn’t? well, then there must be somethin’ seriously wrong with ya.” he blinked; the voice in which he spoke devoid of most emotions. it was only after a few seconds that he realized how it must have sounded! a muffled but equally as shocked squeal burst through taut lips; accompanied by an apologetic look plastered all over his features. the cursed specimen truly had perfected the ‘kicked puppy’-look. “ ah, god. i’m sorry! i really am! i’m…just so bad with words.” a sigh, left hand disappearing in the bundle of red locks whilst scratching at his scalp. alas, the male would perk up at the proposition of getting water together; he rarely spent time with other people than his sister. well, there was selene but she was family, too, so it didn’t count. 

 a bright smile manifested itself upon his lips, eradicating the former frown completely. “oh, really? that does sound really nice. and…i probably didn’t drink that much water myself.”  a confession which led fiery brows to furrow for a split second; he rarely cared about such details. “so, yeah! let’s go! i know a good spot with an amazing vending machine; the water’s always cold!” it didn’t sound as inviting as he made it out to be & yet, li wei remained enthusiastic whilst tugging her in the direction of it. 

love languages meme // accepting!!

The boar's silence was never good news. It wasn't often that he remained so quiet, visibly lost in his thoughts, his expression hidden under his boar mask. Even the animal's blue eyes seemed to have lost a certain sparkle they usually carried.

That gloominess was chased away in an instant, as a strong hand set upon his bare shoulder. Inosuke looked up, feeling a great warmth radiate from that hand, all the way to his chest. A comforting presence. The dark thoughts were immediately chased away, a ray of light parting the clouds that had invaded his mind.

A shudder shook the boar's frame, as he suddenly snapped out of his daze. He wasn't supposed to show any weakness! He was the King of the Mountain!"

there are times when falan's actions happened to make her heart want to jump out of her chest. like now, when his tongue drags across the corner of her mouth, and the teasing but sweet kiss that follows only has her cheeks flushing. what was it about this hellhound that flusters her so easily ? with an aborted gasp, she covers her face , screaming silently as she tries to calm herself. ❝ ━ y-you could've just said i had icin' there, y'know ? ❞ because honestly, now she's thinking about that tongue somewhere else, and it's just rude.

@suender

Bankers, merchants, actors, politicians. What did all of them were good at? Pretending, keeping a low profile, lying like they breathed (naturally). It fits him, it fits every single Harbinger aside from Tartaglia perhaps. The way they have to hide away the truth of their dangerousness, but Zarina isn’t a fool either. Her loss as the rebellion’s leader was a lesson learned and underestimating anyone would simply cost her life, not even her plan. Though, she still had things to do instead of just dying. Stubbornly, she would continue to push forward and not back down and let her life slip away. It’s already limited, it’s already shorter than anyone’s, it’s already ticking away with each second. Pantalone’s presence is one that cannot be discarded, but she isn’t here as the “Ashen Hawk” or as the “Beast of Snezhnaya”. Does he even recognize her? Does he even know whos he is? Her sources told her who he is, but what did he know about who she is? It was fun to guess and play around, not letting another step be taken on the wrong path. Thus, she remains the ever-vigilant and charismatic secretary of the theater in Mondstadt and current as the representative of a union for her friend was unable to make it. Hah, more like they put her in this uncomfortable position. Maybe they were a traitor and she needed to keep them on a tighter leash. 

“ Why should I? You’ve been in business long enough to know how it all works, don’t you? People like you and I are the ones one cannot underestimate no matter how innocent of a sheep you might look, but, ah... Are you not a snake? ” The woman chuckles as she leans back against the back of the couch. In one hand she holds a cigar, already lighted up by one of the attending servants. They quickly do what is asked of them, taught very well and working without missing a beat. The smell of smoke and mint fills the air around her as she brings the cigar to herself, breathing in the smoke and letting it dance upon exhale when she was done. Being surrounded in this grey dissipating smoke, with eyes shining gold and her luxurious yet still pragmatic clothes that hid away her body type aside from her height, Sokolova smiled as she continues, professionalism standing upfront. “ Just like all of us here, if you’ve been able to climb so high, you cannot be underestimated at any cost, dear friend. We are all here to prosper, aren’t we? Even if it means breaking a few spines on our ascension towards enlightenment within the sphere of prosperity. ”

Meaningfully, she looks at him and smirks without any hint of showing what she was feeling. This was a game she could play as any other. The woman who felt Death’s kiss and still remained alive. Death no longer scared her, no limitations were forcing her to remain a human and to look back, life now was just how many more things she could turn more chaotic so it would surely flip upside down. The Harbingers were a unique, terrifying bunch. They were chosen for a reason. Pantalone was one of Tsaritsa’s trusted generals, she’d be a fucking dumbass to underestimate him at any point. Even if he didn’t know who she was or even if he knew whos he was. No matter what, underestimating him would cost a few heads. A sacrifice she isn’t willing to make on her side, but the one who forced her here? Oh, he could lose those few heads for being a coward. After all, who was sitting before her if not one of the most poisonous snakes in all of Teyvat just like Ningguang? This smile, this attitude, this strength of eyes, this posture. Everything about his spoke of how well he held himself and who is she to deny seeing such obvious showcases of pure strength and power? Authority was seeping through his polite cracks, the smile was that one crack that let the blood drip through. Metaphorically, of course.