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seraphiism · 1 year

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hello!!! i’m kinda new to this so i hope i’m doing it right haha. i would love to see dreamscape event: dawn, ⭐️childe, pear blossom c: if i may suggest anything, i would like for it not to end with death of either of the characters 😅

hope you have a wonderful day/night!!!!

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

( when i tell you all shall be well, i don't mean that life won't bring you tragedy. )

chara : childe fandom : genshin impact quote cr : sue monk kidd a/n : thank you so much !! i hope you enjoy and have a good day as well c: !!

・❥・[ dreamscape event ] ༊*·˚ ⌛ angst • ⭐️ childe • 💐 pear blossom : lasting friendship

i. they say growing up is the most difficult of all, ignorance turned to knowledge better left unknown, change after change, pace upon pace. they told you that you should cherish youth while you still had it, but you never quite understood the sentiment ; you weren't meant to, mind much too young and oblivious, so you didn't think much of it.

you still don't, not really, but that seed of doubt and childlike curiosity was planted years ago, and as time passes, you recall those words more than you'd like.

you are a child of snezhnaya, the frightening cold clashing so violently with the warmth of your heart. it always has, ajax thinks, watching as you shiver from the frigid winds that envelop your body.

"what would you do without me?" he asks you, wrapping his scarf around your neck. it's the most natural thing, but something about it makes your pulse quicken, makes your face heat up. "childhood friend and knight in shining armor, your one and only ajax."

he laughs at your sharp glance, nods in acknowledgement at your word of thanks before you walk side by side. the whistle of the wind fills the silence between you two and your thoughts begin to drift once more, recollections of that conversation surfacing.

"hey," you speak up, unsure of what words will escape from parted lips, "we're gonna be friends forever, right?"

your fingertips dance along the fabric, grasping it so tightly that your hand begins to ache. he raises a brow at such a question before a gentle smile settles on his lips, and just as he always has in years past, adjusts the scarf until it's snug and secure to shield you from the winter air.

"where else would i go? i'm hard to get rid of, you know."

( they say growing up is the most difficult of all, that you should cherish your youth while you still had it, but you never quite understood the sentiment. you will learn what they meant in years to come, and you will not be able to brace your heart for the breaking it will endure. )

ii. they say you never really know what you have until it's lost, the things held so dearly slipping through your fingers, further and further until it is gone entirely. you're older now, sentiment understood, but you did not think of such things until recently.

you don't remember that conversation with ajax, the discussions of everlasting left behind. you don't remember talking about being friends forever until--

you clench your jaw, slow your breathing. he sits before you, wounds and scars adorning his back. you watch as he tenses as you tend to him, touch hesitant for all the wrong reasons.

you don't remember that conversation until he came back from the abyss. not before-- not when he disappeared, but when he returned as someone you did not know.

he told you of the tales, the months he endured, survived. no-- your hold on the washcloth tightens and your movements halt. he looks over his shoulder, brilliant blues watching you with intrigue.

"you didn't survive." is what you tell him, and you know you should shut up, say something else. you should tell him that you're glad he's back, glad that he's alright, but that's a lie and you both know it. something in him changed, innocence tainted and replaced with an underlying madness that festers and gnaws at his humanity.

"you didn't survive, ajax." you should stop now. the words lodge themselves in your throat. "you thrived there, in the abyss, didn't you?"

he faces forward, stays quiet for a long while. your hands are numb, shaking. you cannot think, so you continue to dress his wounds as if distraction will keep everything at bay.

"time flies, doesn't it?" the wounds hurt more than they should. he is aching. "remember the days where we said we'd be friends forever?"

this grief feels so heavy. how are you supposed to handle this? the loss of a friend, a death, a bitter reunion, and the knowing that he continues to be at your side despite it all. you feel something warm trail down your cheek, choke back a sob. he feels a sudden weight rest against him, and how painful it is, the memories of how he used to carry you on his back when you were young and so naive to the destruction of the world.

he does not turn around. he smiles, shuts his eyes, and hopes this will not be the last time he will feel you so close.

( they say you never really know what you have until it's lost, that growing up is the most difficult of all. you didn't understand it back then, didn't think about how much you would feel it.

you understand it all now ; your heart shattered, melded into cryo and chaos, his drowned in the depths of the abyss. )

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #ajax x reader #.: event!fic.dream of me 🌿

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deliverance-the-game · 1 year

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My heart has been struck

I just went and got stuck

On the sight of him

That I approached on a whim

That has my heart fluttering

While he's being mothering

I just played this and I adore you, Yi-feng. You deserve so much! And thank you for sharing your IF to the world. Greetings from the Philippines!

And if you don't mind, I was wondering what would the ROs do if the Messenger was corrupted? Are they willing to vanquish them for the greater good? Since I think I read somewhere along those lines in the story speculating this possibility of people being corrupted? (I wonder if I worded it right). I hope you can indulge this question if it's alright 😅

Oh thank you so much for the poem, it’s so lovely! Thank you for your love and greetings!

Corruption is an interesting way to see it. During one particular trial, you can let yourself be influenced by strange forces that seeks to sway you from the ‘good’ path. But that was a self-contained setting rather than an ongoing phenomenon. There are little choices along the way where you can choose to be more selfish or unkind.

Still, it’s an interesting idea to have the Messenger go down the path of corruption, i.e. willing to cause harm if it benefits themselves, doing whatever it takes to complete the quest.

Ishraq

He would not approve of their actions. Ishraq would try to dissuade them from doing harm and call out to the compassionate part of them, whatever that is left in them. If the Messenger still does not listen, he will emotionally disconnect from them even if it breaks his heart to do so. He would have left if he didn’t have a world-saving quest to see through.

Ishraq would not be unkind to them, but he would be strangely apathetic towards them and actively stop them whenever they do something he deems morally wrong. It hurts him to see them like this and be helpless to this change.

Deva

Deva would be worried for them. If the Messenger crosses a point of no return, they might cause unimaginable harm and jeopardise everything. Such extremes is not necessary, she thinks. She is all for thinking outside the box, but there come to a point where it goes too far.

She’d express her disapproval and doubt whenever they do something questionable - surely they could have found another way instead of resorting to, whatever it was. But she would not actively stop them unless they truly become a threat. If a push comes to a shove, she will find a way to finish this quest without them.

Yi-feng

Unless harm is done to him, Yi-feng isn’t too fazed by them as long as it gets the job done, which is to save the lands. He understands that sometimes survival calls for unconventional, perhaps even immoral, measures.

If the Messenger is to do something, driven by decadent motivations, he will watch closely and chip in if he feels it will help with their quest. But, he will give them a word of warning to not let themselves be swept away by their corruption and lose sight of what is most important.

Yeshe

Yeshe will be conflicted, especially if the Messenger’s actions help to move them along their quest. The mission is of utmost priority but they believe one must not lose themselves in the process.

They will get philosophical and introspective with the Messenger, trying to understand why they have gone down this path and plant seeds of contemplation in them. Yeshe believes one can be self-oriented without losing one’s values, and hopes to nudge the Messenger towards this road instead of letting them spiral down a path of no return.

#re-read your poem several times because it's so nice #so interesting to see my characters be perceived and written by someone else #and what an intriguing ask #ask #characters #interactive fiction #deliverance the game

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