ADVENTURE TIME
[ The winds feel... different than the sea air she was use to in Fontaine. With no tethers to her lands, she can truly live as she has dreamed of for centuries. To travel where freedom calls for her, where sweet songs were said to come from and perhaps even visit the darting mountains in Liyue.
There was plenty of possibility, the kind that brings Furina right to Katheryne where she's patting the table in front of her anxiously. ]
You mean... no one has accepted the offer? The commission has been posted for four hours! I thought this land was full of curious adventurers! That is what the Steambird has stated!
[ However, despite her pout, she isn't rude. Muttering softly to herself, Furina stews: maybe I can find a way to go out myself.
But – she isn't going to give up. ]
W-What if I double payment? Surely, there's someone willing to give tours to weary travelers!
There was plenty of possibility, the kind that brings Furina right to Katheryne where she's patting the table in front of her anxiously. ]
You mean... no one has accepted the offer? The commission has been posted for four hours! I thought this land was full of curious adventurers! That is what the Steambird has stated!
[ However, despite her pout, she isn't rude. Muttering softly to herself, Furina stews: maybe I can find a way to go out myself.
But – she isn't going to give up. ]
W-What if I double payment? Surely, there's someone willing to give tours to weary travelers!
( private - behind closed doors )
[ It was nice to be alone in her office. After hours, when the rest of the Knights are changing duties or going home – Jean can have silence. It's often Lisa or even Klee busting down her door to prattle on about things that make her smile endlessly. It was... nice, but it puts her behind. Hours behind.
Curiously, there is one person who does rarely find her in her office during the day – and that is precisely who will bother her tonight.
Spilled ink on a parchment paper delays her further from getting that paperwork done, to sign off on an upcoming convoy to Liyue – the kind that needs protection. She's already cleaned most of it up but with her papers scattered, she'll need to draft a new request... poor Jean, overworked and never knowing when to quit.
The reality of it was – if not her, who? She believes in the Knights, in their comradery and their strength but... perhaps after seeing what Barbatos had dealt with on a more personal level, she wishes to live up to expectation knowing her own Archon was in the city.
So sad she doesn't live in his honor and end up seated next to the Knights at Angel's Share more often than not. Ah well, back to work. ]
Curiously, there is one person who does rarely find her in her office during the day – and that is precisely who will bother her tonight.
Spilled ink on a parchment paper delays her further from getting that paperwork done, to sign off on an upcoming convoy to Liyue – the kind that needs protection. She's already cleaned most of it up but with her papers scattered, she'll need to draft a new request... poor Jean, overworked and never knowing when to quit.
The reality of it was – if not her, who? She believes in the Knights, in their comradery and their strength but... perhaps after seeing what Barbatos had dealt with on a more personal level, she wishes to live up to expectation knowing her own Archon was in the city.
So sad she doesn't live in his honor and end up seated next to the Knights at Angel's Share more often than not. Ah well, back to work. ]
( private - sealed heart )
[ While good news carries on the wind, so does bad news. It isn't often that he receives something like this. Barbatos does not have spies, does not send sprites or wisps to spy on his neighbors... but - the wind whispers songs that carry over the centuries to those willing to listen.
Barbatos was always willing to listen to affairs with Morax. It was a week since word spread, easily, if not another. Morax may be a buffoon at times with his feelings, but Barbatos does not encroach.
He doesn't come to Morax immediately when word gets over to him of the fractured foundation that Morax was trying to build.
However, Azhdaha was more than a fissure.
The Anemo Archon is wise in how he approaches Morax.
Geo and Anemo do not resonate with one another. He can't sense Geo like a finder, but he knows where he was. Alone, in the cliffs of Mt. Hulao overlooking the golden sunset - that is where he knows he'll find him. He dives fast, swirling clouds with the expanse of his wings as he slows down, a small sack around his waist at his hip. Two aged wines he's buried for special occasions lay bundled away and he doesn't presume Morax would be in the mood to even receive company.
He knows what loss can do to someone, he's seen his people suffer from it -- he's felt it in his own heart. A pleasant breeze kisses against the end of his hair, brushes up to his hood... and finally, the air tastes all the more lighter. ]
Yahoo, Morax! I bring you a gift.
Barbatos was always willing to listen to affairs with Morax. It was a week since word spread, easily, if not another. Morax may be a buffoon at times with his feelings, but Barbatos does not encroach.
He doesn't come to Morax immediately when word gets over to him of the fractured foundation that Morax was trying to build.
However, Azhdaha was more than a fissure.
The Anemo Archon is wise in how he approaches Morax.
Geo and Anemo do not resonate with one another. He can't sense Geo like a finder, but he knows where he was. Alone, in the cliffs of Mt. Hulao overlooking the golden sunset - that is where he knows he'll find him. He dives fast, swirling clouds with the expanse of his wings as he slows down, a small sack around his waist at his hip. Two aged wines he's buried for special occasions lay bundled away and he doesn't presume Morax would be in the mood to even receive company.
He knows what loss can do to someone, he's seen his people suffer from it -- he's felt it in his own heart. A pleasant breeze kisses against the end of his hair, brushes up to his hood... and finally, the air tastes all the more lighter. ]
Yahoo, Morax! I bring you a gift.
[closed] @meteorder | borders
[ Mondstadt's winds carry far, traveling the world during times of rebellion and growth. Once freed, once able – they carry secrets and stories back to the free nation in Teyvat. Through the time after the Archon War, many things remain the same. Travelers began to fill the roads, trades resumed and the nations of Liyue and Mondstadt had a somewhat calm connection.
The sun was particularly strong today, even as Barbatos sails on a slow breeze past Dragonspine. His wings sprawled out, tingling with the warmth, was nothing compared to the kiss of heat his bare back and stomach felt. Lazy as he was, he floats through behind schedule with a leisurely stride. Akin to literally laying in some lazy river and being carried – Barbatos makes no effort to rush his trip to Liyue's Stone Gate. Only a small basket dangles from his hand – a gift to an old ally.
Did he take a nap on the way?
Possibly.
But, as the smell of sunsiettas grow less notable, he smells more earthiness. He's in Liyue by the time he rolls into a normal flying posture, descending from the heavens to his destination. If all goes well, Morax won't have a meteor ready for him. Despite how good it was to travel, he knows the nature was not merely recreational.
Archons still had responsibility, even if Barbatos was in the mind to help guide (not lead) his people. So, he arrives fashionably late – what else was new? ]
The sun was particularly strong today, even as Barbatos sails on a slow breeze past Dragonspine. His wings sprawled out, tingling with the warmth, was nothing compared to the kiss of heat his bare back and stomach felt. Lazy as he was, he floats through behind schedule with a leisurely stride. Akin to literally laying in some lazy river and being carried – Barbatos makes no effort to rush his trip to Liyue's Stone Gate. Only a small basket dangles from his hand – a gift to an old ally.
Did he take a nap on the way?
Possibly.
But, as the smell of sunsiettas grow less notable, he smells more earthiness. He's in Liyue by the time he rolls into a normal flying posture, descending from the heavens to his destination. If all goes well, Morax won't have a meteor ready for him. Despite how good it was to travel, he knows the nature was not merely recreational.
Archons still had responsibility, even if Barbatos was in the mind to help guide (not lead) his people. So, he arrives fashionably late – what else was new? ]
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solidifier2022-04-10 07:34 pmfloat onward
( from here )
[ The thought makes him laugh – loudly, at that. A stray thought wonders if he could be heard from the Jade Chamber. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were tight, his grin falling flat once his hand reaches for another flower. ]
We do. An hour or so, I believe. They take their best shows once night spreads across the lands. Shadows from a lantern's glow add to their performance, personally.
Ah. But, nothing so crass. The Director would be more inclined to incite a festival. Part of this tradition merely feels like a homecoming.
[ The thought makes him laugh – loudly, at that. A stray thought wonders if he could be heard from the Jade Chamber. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were tight, his grin falling flat once his hand reaches for another flower. ]
We do. An hour or so, I believe. They take their best shows once night spreads across the lands. Shadows from a lantern's glow add to their performance, personally.
Ah. But, nothing so crass. The Director would be more inclined to incite a festival. Part of this tradition merely feels like a homecoming.
solidifier2022-03-26 08:48 pmof earth & stars
( from here )
Speculate or find oneself reaching for something always out of grasp? The notions are distinctly different, but so easily confused.
[ He could comment on it – on how the last time their paths cross so, wine was dumped against him or the music Venti provided calmed a rage worthy of a dragon. Zhongli is almost nervous to see if his words were truthful, for history does have a habit of repeating itself unless someone intervenes.
The fact cannot be denied: Venti is still on his way, whether his state is favorable or not. Bickering like children would do no good, so Zhongli simply takes his jabs. Gently, with a spear sharp, apparently! Venti deserved some ribbing. ]
That isn't the word I'd use to describe your presence, but that is good to know. The world would miss your songs and the wind's blow.
Speculate or find oneself reaching for something always out of grasp? The notions are distinctly different, but so easily confused.
[ He could comment on it – on how the last time their paths cross so, wine was dumped against him or the music Venti provided calmed a rage worthy of a dragon. Zhongli is almost nervous to see if his words were truthful, for history does have a habit of repeating itself unless someone intervenes.
The fact cannot be denied: Venti is still on his way, whether his state is favorable or not. Bickering like children would do no good, so Zhongli simply takes his jabs. Gently, with a spear sharp, apparently! Venti deserved some ribbing. ]
That isn't the word I'd use to describe your presence, but that is good to know. The world would miss your songs and the wind's blow.
differences and divides [closed]
[ Mondstadt was beautiful this time of year.
They don't get many tourists, they were too pooped from making the journey to Liyue for the Lantern Rite. It was still a middleway point between national celebrations, the festivals growing far and few between until they hit spring. It was of no shame that Venti knows every visitor that steps past the city walls.
So when one arrives one morning during a farmer's market – he can recognize a fine Liyue attire enough to keep eyes on this faraway friend. Venti doesn't stop what he was doing. Playing his lyre on the steps leading up to the Church. A gathering of small kids sing along with the bard as if it was a song passed on through the ages. Each strum of his lyre brings another child to the fray, seated and paying attention to the tales of birds, flight, and wonder. Of heroes and villains. Of brandished swords and shields. Venti is an impeccable storyteller, after all. ]
So yes, little ones, keep your heads high,
And one day you may be the apple of Barbatos' eye.
[ If the Liyue visitor hears the finish of the song and thunderous applause from the youngins, so be it. But, Venti doesn't quite engage – if only because he wants to ensure he doesn't disturb this woman who visits from a land he recalls fondly. ]
They don't get many tourists, they were too pooped from making the journey to Liyue for the Lantern Rite. It was still a middleway point between national celebrations, the festivals growing far and few between until they hit spring. It was of no shame that Venti knows every visitor that steps past the city walls.
So when one arrives one morning during a farmer's market – he can recognize a fine Liyue attire enough to keep eyes on this faraway friend. Venti doesn't stop what he was doing. Playing his lyre on the steps leading up to the Church. A gathering of small kids sing along with the bard as if it was a song passed on through the ages. Each strum of his lyre brings another child to the fray, seated and paying attention to the tales of birds, flight, and wonder. Of heroes and villains. Of brandished swords and shields. Venti is an impeccable storyteller, after all. ]
So yes, little ones, keep your heads high,
And one day you may be the apple of Barbatos' eye.
[ If the Liyue visitor hears the finish of the song and thunderous applause from the youngins, so be it. But, Venti doesn't quite engage – if only because he wants to ensure he doesn't disturb this woman who visits from a land he recalls fondly. ]
geophysics2022-01-23 09:02 pmweekend at zhongli’s 🕶
( continuation of {HERE}.
it’s strange, having any sort of guest in the usually quiet apartment he has learned to call his own. occasionally, he’ll visit what remains of his old domains scattered throughout liyue; now, they are overrun with plant life and monsters and zhongli thinks back to when they were filled with laughter and love, if he dares to even call it that.
nowadays, he resigns himself to the mortal way of living: paying rent for a humble one bedroom apartment close to his place of employment. while he does have a second bedroom, he also has a spare futon that was imported in from inazuma back before the trading embargo really heated up. it’s never served the purpose of what it’s meant to, of course, with his only overnight guest ever being hu tao who had come over to work through some files and then passed out in the guest room from sheer exhaustion.
this is different.
hosting venti, his oldest living friend, seems to make him hyper aware of how little he has to offer as a host. liyue harbor is rich in history and activities, but his apartment itself is bleak. to some degree, he suspects, venti won’t be surprised - zhongli is an old man, after all. a blockhead. his boring apartment, with traditional liyue fixtures and kettles, speaks to that. he supposes venti won’t be spending too much time in it, but it still makes zhongli aware of how mortal they are, now, even as retired gods in name.
so when morning comes, after he’s certain venti is comfortably suited, zhongli can’t stop thinking of how soft venti’s hair was when he touched and how much zhongli wanted to stay up all night with him counting stars and recounting old tales until venti fell asleep, perhaps leaned against him, and zhongli could ensure he slept safely.
he almost burns his hand on the stove as he prepares them breakfast, zoning out like this. his hair is pulled back as usual and he’s wearing something much more casual than his suit - simple house clothes that are a single layer each, that still cover most of his skin but make him look younger. )
it’s strange, having any sort of guest in the usually quiet apartment he has learned to call his own. occasionally, he’ll visit what remains of his old domains scattered throughout liyue; now, they are overrun with plant life and monsters and zhongli thinks back to when they were filled with laughter and love, if he dares to even call it that.
nowadays, he resigns himself to the mortal way of living: paying rent for a humble one bedroom apartment close to his place of employment. while he does have a second bedroom, he also has a spare futon that was imported in from inazuma back before the trading embargo really heated up. it’s never served the purpose of what it’s meant to, of course, with his only overnight guest ever being hu tao who had come over to work through some files and then passed out in the guest room from sheer exhaustion.
this is different.
hosting venti, his oldest living friend, seems to make him hyper aware of how little he has to offer as a host. liyue harbor is rich in history and activities, but his apartment itself is bleak. to some degree, he suspects, venti won’t be surprised - zhongli is an old man, after all. a blockhead. his boring apartment, with traditional liyue fixtures and kettles, speaks to that. he supposes venti won’t be spending too much time in it, but it still makes zhongli aware of how mortal they are, now, even as retired gods in name.
so when morning comes, after he’s certain venti is comfortably suited, zhongli can’t stop thinking of how soft venti’s hair was when he touched and how much zhongli wanted to stay up all night with him counting stars and recounting old tales until venti fell asleep, perhaps leaned against him, and zhongli could ensure he slept safely.
he almost burns his hand on the stove as he prepares them breakfast, zoning out like this. his hair is pulled back as usual and he’s wearing something much more casual than his suit - simple house clothes that are a single layer each, that still cover most of his skin but make him look younger. )
muses
venti / windblume
lisa /minci
rosaria /spinea
jean /favonian
ningguang /wealthiness
kokomi /kokomi
amber /outrode
mona /steambird
baal /beelzebul
ganyu /sinae
beidou /tidecalling
eula /spindrifted
kujou /kaburaya
ayaka /frost
yae miko /publishings
hu tao /charontis
gorou /whimpered
zhongli /solidifier
kaeya /frostgnawing
shenhe /shenhe
yelan /yelan B)
lumine /inteyvats
fischl /evernights
nilou /padisarah
dehya /dehya
kusanali /nahida
candace /redcrest
collei /cervarius
kaveh /budgeted
faruzan /faruzan
layla /dreamspheres
lyney /ovations
lynette /phantomeow
tighnari /nilotpala
furina /focalors
neuv / @
navia /gunbrella
skirk /skirk im fuckin WEAK
arlecchino /balemoon
windblumelisa /
mincirosaria /
spineajean /
favonianningguang /
wealthinesskokomi /
kokomiamber /
outrodemona /
steambirdbaal /
beelzebulganyu /
sinaebeidou /
tidecallingeula /
spindriftedkujou /
kaburayaayaka /
frostyae miko /
publishingshu tao /
charontisgorou /
whimperedzhongli /
solidifierkaeya /
frostgnawingshenhe /
shenheyelan /
yelan B)lumine /
inteyvatsfischl /
evernightsnilou /
padisarahdehya /
dehyakusanali /
nahidacandace /
redcrestcollei /
cervariuskaveh /
budgetedfaruzan /
faruzanlayla /
dreamsphereslyney /
ovationslynette /
phantomeowtighnari /
nilotpalafurina /
focalorsneuv / @
navia /
gunbrellaskirk /
skirk im fuckin WEAKarlecchino /
balemoon