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Its been 80 years.
@hitokageisei - @gonguji
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@hitokageisei sent : ❝ are you two planning a ceremony? ❞ Kuni-kuzushi ojiichan is very blunt. / unprompted (always accepting)
the ronin can take a hint — but he has never cared to HIDE HIS AFFECTION and as prying a question it might be , the answer comes to him easily. “ our relationship has never been in accordance with tradition. ” in fact , they have probably had enough thespian level declarations of love to last him more than a lifetime — but yes , it is something he liked to think about. “ if tomo wished it i would certainly do my best to make him happy , though i wouldn’t expect anything overly ceremonial. calling him mine is enough. ” perhaps in another life THE EXTRAVAGANT WEDDING was meant for kazuha : in this one , it would feel like a performance. they are content just to be , any officiation would have to reflect that. “ why? was there a gift in it for me? ”
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|| @hitokageisei replied ! scara vc: so, i heard someone wants to kill dottore and i'm here to join
"" nobody is killing dottore . "" a pause , "" . . . but nothing i can do if , let's say , you do it quickly and quietly - and i don't hear anything of it . ""
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scara vc : and where are my 10 boxes of tea?
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Oh this does look bad, give ten boxes of tea to a friend, a handmade ladle to the traveler but nothing for your mate....well.
"Looks like I need to go back to that salesmen and purchase more."
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❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 agree to an offspring? won’t they be mortal && 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬? ❞
It is a bold endeavor to inquire something such lack of compassion, especially when he is holding the subject in question in his very arms. To say that he took it as a jab would be a misleading statement, in fact Tetsuya didn't expect anything less for he too is the same way. "If you believe I had anything planned then you are sorely mistaken." He admits of so without shame, in fact when the news initially dropped it really was news to him that he can apparently make such a thing happen. For a small moment he ignores the other and pays attention to his son, rocking him gently amidst his arms as he peacefully slumbers away, ensnared and trapped in his deep sleep that not even the conversation taking place between him and Scaramouche seems to bother him. The dream must be a pleasant one. It is of an unsettling sort that he can be this gentle, why he almost forgot that he could, that it's still within his capacity. To be this mindful. He is reminded of ghost days, days lost in time, days snatched by fate. A beautiful and pristine puppet who's joints have yet to fully fade, his fascination with the children in the village, his awe with a child born only weeks ago. There was awe in his eyes as he watched the child's mother rock him back and forth as he slept just like this and how the itch to try was apparently so obvious that she asked him if he wanted to try.
In his excitement he agreed immediately, nodding his head like he just got offered his favorite snack. Katsuragi was there with him then and even now Tetsuya remembers that kindhearted young man's words as he supervised the exchange: This is a baby, he had said, they're fragile and defenseless, the most pure and innocent. Be gentle, Kabukimono. The information intimidated Kabukimono, having already seen and experienced for himself just how much strength he had compared to those who were human around him. But, he went through with it, it was odd, though it roused concern, his body seemingly knew how to be gentle it seemed. How to be mindful, almost like he was designed to know how to be just that. And the child had snuggled comfortably then and it made Kabukimono's face light up.
The question Scaramouche presents is a sound one, it is one that Tetsuya acknowledges and yet. "Mortal or not, those details do not matter to me... not as much as I thought they would." He confesses, looking back at him. It's peculiar really, though the question itself is one he has asked in concerns to his mortality, it is not one that vexes him so, one that affects him. Besides, if he's honest, he does question if his son is even mortal at all, he has his doubts based on what he has seen thus far, but he can not come up with his own conclusion with that little information... at least not yet. Perhaps time will tell eventually.
"Mona wished to keep the child, who am I to tell her what to do with her body when she's the one carrying it?" Tetsuya shrugs his shoulders slightly. "That was a decision she took and though I had my... reservations, I can't say all of that wasn't worth it." Mona has shown to be a fierce woman during her pregnancy, has seen sides of her he has not seen before, but in that same coin, he has also seen her at her most vulnerable and that will be something he will be the only one to ever see and experience.
"His name is Henri," yes Mona got to name the child, she was adamant... and quite fierce about it, which Tetsuya had no mind in that. She had informed him that the name is native to Fontaine. "Would you like to hold him?"
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@hitokageisei replied to this post: ❝ this is a splendid idea! I'm sure she will be thrilled. ❞
"I'm so glad that you agree. I also believe that she will be thrilled." It is a honor to be able to spend the rest of one's life with him after all.
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arlecchino 🤝 scaramouche
having an interest in bird-coded co-workers who could kill them at any time
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breaking the news after bonding by killing the pyro regisvine @hitokageisei @kangai
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@erabundus: you have his attention. who has to (die) be taken care of?
points to scaramouche. "that one. that one right there."
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❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
ㅤㅤㅤ @hitokageiseiㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤDIALOGUE PROMPTSㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤaccepting!
ㅤㅤ“and since when do you wear any underwear with me?”
ㅤㅤno amount of kisses could wipe that stupid smug smile off the harbinger’s face, it seemed. no matter if they had decorated each other’s skins with purple marks of scratches, power playing and fighting with blood-starved blades. rather, the balladeer seemed to quite enjoy whenever aether would bite him down in place. curses and threats transformed into not-so-silent invitations over time, hoarse voices turning into earful purrs. aren’t you lonely? / aren’t you tired? / is that despise in your eyes, pity or desire? / why does it matter? / we’re not so different. / yes, we are. come, let me show you. annoying. infuriating. vexing. there were so many synonyms to properly describe the headache that scaramouche was in the traveller’s life—and yet black gloved tips tickled the inside of his shorts and loosened shirt still, admiring the sculpted soft surface in constrained famish. what was he looking for? did he have what it took to satiate the thirst in his throat? perhaps that’s what truly irritated him. to look for warmth with an enemy, to have your claws and fangs itching for something most humans cannot comprehend nor offer. to not need to be gentle, to vent in violence mixed with just a sum of mutual understanding. they enjoyed punishing each other with ‘what-could’ve-beens’. mercy/revenge, heroism/wickedness, prayer/god-hater.
ㅤㅤ“it’s almost as if you’re always expecting this.” and both of them did, didn’t they? it was inscribed in their whole beings; chaos (thunder) and order (stardust), makers of entropy. divine creatures with mortal whims. hunger, dissatisfaction, rage. the continuous search for something that resembled love in a wrathful embrace; and that’s why he grabbed the fatuus fiercely by the hips, bringing him closer so his fangs would drill into porcelain-like texture, uncaring of the groans he received as a response. it was aether’s turn to smile smugly, licking his fangs off. “who’s the one eating who now, huh?” icarus was what scaramouche had called him. but didn’t he know he was the own sun itself? maybe it was about time he learned it, the hard way.
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@hitokageisei asked: Scaramouche casually waiting for Childe to give him some tasty pierogi from granny. ๑(◕‿◕)๑
a direct conflict against his responsibilities as fatui and his insatiable wanderlust, there are few opportunities available for childe to return home. it’s a far trek from the palace to the quaint house in the rural outskirts of the city, one that requires hours of commute by car. but childe has always made space in his hectic schedule to visit his family before his next departure, always filled with new chatter of his adventures for his younger siblings to tune in to. here in this home, it is a space to be ajax: son, brother, toymaker, and devotee. here, the fatui and the tsaritsa cannot reach them, a brief respite before bearing his warrior’s teeth once more.
ajax made sure to use those teeth and rip apart childe and ajax from one other. it’s an equilibrium he’s honed and maintained for years, both facets knowing that this was best for his family. and for the first time in quite a while, he feels that stability dangerously tipped over as he eyes the balladeer with confusion. they sit across each other, already surrounded by teucer and the twins in a blink the moment scaramouche took his seat. they’re insistent on asking him about his creations, his ideas, how he’s helping CEO ajax with the craft.
albeit the occasional quirk of the other’s lips with both amusement and annoyance ( targeted blatantly for childe ), the atmosphere is... peaceful, despite the chatter of the zakharov household filling the house. grandmama’s delectable meals waft in the air with warmth as she passes the serving dish to ajax. go on, pass it on to your friend, child. he barely manages to hide the twitch of his eye before he locks eyes with scaramouche again.
ajax isn’t quite sure how they arrived in this strange scenario, but as long as the kids are entertained... and besides, he can surely make use of this setting to create his own amusement.
ajax musters a comically large smile, heaping dumplings on scaramouche’s empty plate. “here you go, my buddy-pal-friend scara.” he doesn’t miss the way the edge of scaramouche’s mouth twitches at the endearment. “and make sure you finish it all! grandma scolds kids who don't finish their meal with her mighty slipper.”
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@hitokageisei is one of the sweetest and most talented people i've met in all my years of roleplaying. i'm really lucky to write with them and i think they deserve all the love! thanks for being such a joy in people's days, wrath/umbra. you're absolutely inspiring! :D
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kazuha already knew... that his boyfriend was attractive at any given moment. and it was good others saw that to. BUT they can watch....only.
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seele protection allience when
It's okay Umbra, these tasteless sirens know not what they speak of. We of good taste always prevail. sEELE HAS GOT US SO SHE CAN'T LOSE HOMIE. WE WILL PREVAIL IN THIS WAR AGAINST THE TYRANNY OF BAD TAKES AND HORRIBLE TASTE NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE. WE AIN'T LOSING, I AIN'T EVEN WORRIED.
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hitokageisei: be honest. does sex makes Tomo overload
snowtombedstar: only if they want it to (according to Tem’s experience)
❝ . . . . . ❞ NO COMMENT. Next question.
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♫ !!!
five songs i associate with our muses / no longer accepting
01. void - the neighbourhood
02. him & i - g-eazy & halsey
03. terrible thing - ag
04. pretty when you cry - lana del rey
05. daddy issues - the neighbourhood
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