#the blue recluse

[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 2

Trist had never been a Tavern-Bard. He’d played at a Cabaret and even then half the time he was playing Host and Call-boy for the nobles who thought they were slumming it in the Row when they were really being pampered by a former noble who -actually- wanted to do some good for those less fortunate, Nestor had adopted him after all in all but writing He and Palehoof were what passed as parents though far too late to instill any confidence in the Wayward Youth that seduced widows and widowers for a bed to sleep in when under the Cabaret Tables didn’t cut it…

So when he awkwardly attempted to step into the recluse he was overwhelmed by the warring dins of the space. Dozens upon dozens of too sweaty and drunken patrons yelling so loud the noble colleague of his was being drowned out entirely from the entry.

While he no longer needed the cloak to keep from being arrested here in Stormwind, Trist knew enough that his distinctive hair would surely alert those in the crowd that knew him and on this mission he truly did not wish to draw attention to himself, or get distracted. He often dismissed the notions that he was some household name, that his presence meant anything, but if he was being entirely honest, his anonymity was a thing of the past. The name he’d always hoped to make for himself -had- been made, and there were likely even pictures in the paper of what everyone’s familiar Pink Haired bard and Blue Haired Fiancé had gotten up to at a beachside. How they’d both taken a familiar celebrity as a lover that they both seemed just as wrapped around as one another. That wasn’t new. People making the assumptions they did in gossip that just because Trist was spending time with someone they were automatically sleeping together… though in fairness in this case…

That wasn’t important, his wandering mind and kindling flames with a certain Starman he’d pined after for years was -not- why he’d come to the Blue Recluse.

He squeezed his way past the press of bodies at the bar to get a better look at the modest stage that the Bard played on. He was a middle aged fellow, well fed and would have been nicely dressed if it wasn’t a few years out of fashion. He leaned back on a new seat that had been given to him after the last braw that had broken out had claimed his old one for a casualty. Trist strode over and dropped a few gold pieces into the Bard’s hat sitting at his feet which made the man’s brows raise.

The performer leaned in and asked, “That’d be a tip fit for a man lookin for more than a song, friend.”

Trist chuckled, “Just a few answers.”

“Yer not a guard are ye?” The large man narrowed his eyes.

“Gods, no they’d never take the likes of me. Been arrested too many times myself.” It was true. More often than not in attempts to stop bullies from being their lovely selves to people.

“Ask away mister ‘hood’ indoors with yer deep pockets.”

“Did you play here when the Lady of the Violet Hour hosted?” Trist asked unphased.

“Once or twice, she’s closed up didn’ ye hear? Was in the papers. Father’s ill.” The musician kept playing and tried to read Trist’s face under the shade of the hood and the dim of the space itself, “Yer also not ‘er type, no time for the void elven folks, Addy’s a good girl.”

“I’m sure she is.” Trist agreed wishing he could be his charming self, but looking as shady as he did certainly was doing him no favors, “I’m actually asking about if… any of the old Violet Hour’s… tables or chairs are still about.”

“Hrumph, not much of the Hour survived the bloody black-flame -death- that was visited on the place and the Park. And since they’ve closed up, there's no reason to keep any of it about.” The Bard was clearly losing interest.

“Y-yes but I was hoping that maybe -something- was left.”

“Ye can go digging through trash if ye want boy but there’s not but ash and broken things left of the Hour, well that and the People, the lot of the staff and the Lady ‘erself.”

“Trash, fine, where?”

That made the Musician do a double take, “Yer an odd duck tossin small fortunes about and askin to dig through trash.”

Trist shrugged, “What can i say, I’m feeling Nostalgic, thanks for the time, Your ‘E’ is a bit out of tune.”

The Bard went red faced for a moment looking like he’d let Trist have a piece of his mind but when he plucked a check on the string, sure enough… Fuming the musician turned one of the lute pegs cursing rich men and their ears. Trist grimaced a bit as he made his way through the busy space slipping away towards the back.

Eventually, hiding in plain sight, Trist made it to the back alley behind the Recluse startling two servers who had clearly come out for a smoke and a bicker, they dropped their cigars and ground their ashes under boots before hurrying in assuming they’d been caught at something they shouldn’t have been, leaving Trist alone with a pile of waterlogged shipping pallets and broken barrels.

Anyone else would have seen it as a dead end but Trist carefully sorted through it all. He found an old Barrel that had lost a fight with an axe and retrieved the patch that bore the violet hour’s brand… and sighed, it wasn’t exactly what he’d been looking for but it was something.

Just as he turned to retreat he saw a large oddly shaped board, it was stained and smelled of mold having been in the back under a gutter, but with a push he was able to push was turned out to be an old Sign off the brick walls it had been tucked against and behind the dumpster set to be emptied some time never.

‘The Violet Hour’ The sign read in what once had been a vivid gold leafed paint that had been stripped and scrapped for what was considered valuable, the purple paint of the field the words were on had bubbled and peeled on its own but as he read the sign that detailed the specials for meals from day to day his eyes lit with delight reading near the bottom, ‘Live music Performed by Ithilios Starstrider & gues-’ The words had been cracked off and burnt but Trist’s smile was impossible to shake now.

He carefully knelt beside the sign and with great reverence and care, so as not to risk destroying already rotting wood, to extract The name off the sign retrieving the panel it was carved into.

Trist tucked the salvaged sign close to his chest just as rain started to patter on his hood and a few displeased strays and denizens skittered down the Alley. Taking their que, the beaming bard humming his way down the cobbles and puddles walked through the rain to his next stop.

#roleplay #moon guard #world of warcraft #leo #warcraft rp #wow oc #music #the violet hour #tavern rp #the blue recluse #bard

[themidnightleo]

Tavern Scout

Another day, another coin.

Ithilios was wandering the roads and alleys of Stormwind as usual, observing the citizens and their daily squander. He thought about who would be the next victim to his charm.  Perhaps the simple human woman walking in the canal with a basket full of flowers?

No, she was trying to make an honest living.

Or perhaps the draenei man sitting at the Lion’s Rest with nothing better to do than to chit-chat and waste his day away dressed in noble garb with a fat coin purse wrapped at his belt?

Yes, him.  He was perfect.

Leo casually walked over, scanning the area for any good spots for hiding: shadows or bushes.  Anything that would allow him to blend in which he did so masterfully and almost effortlessly.  Finding his place, he snuck in and waited like a predator stalking its prey.  It was important to pay close attention.

Were there passer-bys? 

Were there guards?

Would the target possibly move?

Prediction, stealth, silence, and agility all played a key function in his day-to-day role.  Snagging the coin purse, he casually walked away and continued strolling through the city for his next target. 

This was going to be his day.

He found himself inside a tavern.   The Blue Recluse. Yet, it went by a different name during certain hours.  A woman by the name of Adelinde Lindgren owned The Violet Hour, a tavern which ran within The Blue Recluse on certain days at certain times with the owner’s permission.  Leo walked the premises with interest.  He had never taken interest in taverns before.  Drinking wasn’t something he did and food, well... wasn’t something he he came by often.  And so he watched the success of the small tavern boom, the people coming in and out, sitting at the tables eating and drinking and being merry.

“This spot must have some good coin,” he thought to himself.  As he observed his potentially new target, the biggest one yet, another character was looking around and seemed... shady.  She was thin and purple of hair.  She noticed him as well.  He was approached by her before he could act. “This is -my- target,” she said with authority. Leo blinked, “I’m sorry?” “I see you looking around.  This is my spot.  Get out.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Leo perked a brow, “You are mistaken.  I do believe I was here first.  It is you who must excuse herself.  The exit is over yonder.”

After a back and forth banter, the thief known as Sindrisa agreed to join forces with Ithilios to do a heist on the tavern.

And so it began, Leo, The Violet Hour’s silent and mysterious bard who played in a dark corner everyday from opening til closing, gaining favor of the owner, Adelinde Lindgren and her patrons. That was, until the day of the heist in which he stole all the coin from the tavern, knowing they could recover from the loss easily due to its popularity, and ran off with Sindrisa, who became something more than just a partner in crime.

#thebluerecluse #theviolethour #the violet hour #moonguard #roleplay #wow #worldofwarcraft #world of warcraft #the blue recluse #moon guard #themidnightleo #the midnight leo

[ugh-my-back]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, vps, artworks, fanfics, anything) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

These from Halloween because i loved making the poses and how they turned out!

this one at the Heavy Hearts Club cause that was the day i figured out how to get Otis Dof to work properly with help from @barbecutie :3. I also just reallly love the vibe i captured in it too

and another pic of @drunkchasind's Faye, cause i'm always inspired when i take pics of her! she's so GorgeouSSSSssssssss, how can i not be??

<3333

#thank you for this! #trying not to be reclusive and catching up on tag games etc but issss hoooord #vivian rosette #mr blue eyes #faye valo

[hoperays-song]

Rynny Ship Diagram Pt. 2

#sing 2 #sing ryan #sing johnny #sing rynny #rynny #johnny x ryan #i love these two #look at them they're adorable #ryan's the outgoing extrovert to johnny's reclusive introvert #they are red blue gays. like seriously look at their outfits in the movie. they are red blue gays #ryan's birthday is in September and both movies are set in the summer? #why? because i said so #also i already wrote it into stuff and am too lazy to change it #so he's like four months older than johnny who's birthday is in January #sing headcanons

[autisticarachnid]

drew my spider oc, blue recluse again !! + an older piece of them unmasked :)

- anyways gO WATCH ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE RIGHT NOW !!

#spidersona #my art #spidersona oc #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #blue recluse

[poligraf]

« Hermit · Mysterious Old Man » by Nicholas Roerich

#tempera painting #tempera paintings #canvas #tempera on canvas #Nicholas Roerich #roerich #art #artwork #painting #paintings #landscapes #landscape #landscape art #mountainscapes #mountainscape #mountains #nature #human figure #dwelling #sitting #hermit #seclusion #recluse #colourful #colorful #blues #yellows #whites #pinks

[beautyqueenproblems]

Hey so…I’m sorry, but I really hate answering messages. Even to people I know and love already. Please don’t get offended when I don’t respond.

It just isn’t my thing. Enjoy the blog, but don’t expect much in the way of getting a return message. God bless💗

#me #personal #sorry but also not sorry #I yam who I yam #I probably won’t ever get better at it #I’m honestly a huge recluse #even my best friends see me like once in a blue super moon #kindly and respectfully fuck outta my DMs 💗 #love you 😘

[some-greatreward]

..

#imagine being depressed and reclusive and thinking that you must be unloveable #and then someone appears in your life out of the blue who not only can stand your presence but somehow thinks you’re a fucking genius??? #and they believe in you more than you believe in yourself #and it feels like. like your souls are somehow perfectly aligned - at least for those few precious years #and when you two put your heads together to make art - you create magic every single time #like bitch i’d be in love too!!! #this makes perfect sense to me #aka when i close my eyes instead of letting me sleep my brain starts writing fucking fanfiction #ffs

[primarydumbass]

Hello! I am new(ish) to Tumblr, and to posting things in general! Please accept this offering of my favorite Sun and Moon creations I've made!

(Ps, I have no clue what I'm doing with social media, even at nearly 20yrs old, pls be gentle)

#fnaf #art #security breach #sorry if i tagged wrong #im so socially reclusive that i barely even know how to use social media #let alone talk to an actual person lmao #lmk if i should tag anything else #also i obvioulsy love sun and moon if you could tell #they are so silly #also ik my art style is all over the place #blame my indecisiveness and mental illness lmao #sundrop #moondrop #blue moon #blue giant

[kumalooks]

#gaia online #anko #reclusive #purple #peritwinkle #blue #tarnished #gold #ivory #offblack #mute #cryogenic

[jerek]

Well don't we all want to get Bread] by a [Tough Hunk

#i am forcibly removed from the blue recluse

[wolhuddle]

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv #dumi #Blue Recluse

[postpendulum]

Damian's new classmate was what most people would deem as strange, Damian however could not see him as anything other than suspicious. Daniel Knight had joined in the midst of the school year, claiming to have moved here with his father Fredric Knight (first area of suspicion, a parent willingly moving both them and their child to Gotham) for a new start following his fathers divorce. The boy was reclusive when not spoken to directly, however he would not stop talking when a topic of his interest would come up. After searching further into his past (as he does with all his classmates) Damian found a relatively normal past, the only outstanding things being a noticeable drop in grades at the beginnings of freshman year relating to an undisclosed accident resulting in lichtenberg scarring starting from Daniels palm, and presumably up his arm being hidden by his sleeve. Apparently this accident left Daniel with irregular tremors and, every once in a blue moon, seizures. Damian had thought about taking this suspicious blockage of information to Tim or the Bat Computer to be bypassed, however the idea of sharing Daniel this cases existence with the rest of his family for some unexplained reason bothered him greatly, so Damian has come to the decision to figure out Knight’s true intentions on his own.

Meanwhile Danny’s just trying to live his new, semi-normal life in peace. After a reveal gone wrong results in some good old vivisection, Jazz Sam and Tucker recruit the help of Clockwork to find Danny a new home, where he can heal from both the physical and mental wounds. Clockwork ends up dumping Danny into the DC universe alongside Fright Knight, who was insistent on going with him, feeling responsible in helping to protect his young prince now since he feels he failed the first time. So with a bit of spacetime razzle dazzle, Tucker messing with stuff he probably shouldn't have messed with and a very tearful goodbye with promises to check in every day, Danny goes off to start his new life as Daniel Knight. It was going ok so far, he took half the year to himself, focusing on healing. Also so Frighty could adjust to the whole pretending to be human thing. Danny doesn't have any friends yet, and to be honest hasn't made the effort to make any (Jazz would be disappointed if she knew that), but there's this one boy in Danny's class who might be even weirder than him. Danny can feel Damian's eyes on him, knows how he follows him around without a sound (Danny really shouldn't be able to tell, he only knows because he isn't fully human(and in a weird way, Danny thinks that's kinda cool)), and whenever they do make eye contact Danny can see and feel the boy fluster and shy away.

Maybe he just needs a friend too.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny came up with the name fredric for fright knight #definitely not because that was the first name that came to the author's head #and they were to lazy to come up with anything else #dead serious #damian wayne x danny fenton #dead serious ship #there isnt enough of them #in my humble opinion #they're the whole reason this prompt exist #danny sensing damian literally spying on him: oh he just needs a friend like i do :) #damian realising this: im afrid theres been an error in my judgement #damians down bad nut denys it #like bitch wdym you dont wanna share 🤨 #kinda gay #i say as if im not the one who wrote this #first dp x dc prompt after ive been lurking in the fandom for like #at least half a year now #hope you like 🙏🏼

[autisticarachnid]

you are not immune to me redoing my spiderverse oc in honor of the trailer releasing

#my art #traditional sketch #traditional art #traditional drawing #traditional artwork #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderverse oc #into the spiderverse oc #spidersona #spiderverse oc art #blue recluse

[poligraf]

« Song of Shambhala » by Nicholas Roerich

#art #artwork #painting #paintings #canvas #tempera painting #tempera on canvas #tempera #mountains #mountain #sky #skies #pinks #blues #colourful #colorful #recluse #hermit #meditation #sitting #shambhala #clouds #nicholas roerich #roerich #seclusion

[iceunhie]

“and i can go anywhere i want just not home” : genshin men

premise. home is where the heart is—perhaps it's why they feel so empty whenever they're away from you. or, what it's like when they miss you while they're/you're away.

featuring: kazuha, lyney, wanderer, neuvillette.

notes: gn!reader (you/your pronouns), welcome to the depths of my drafts, you can tell where i got lazy and when i got motivated tbh 💀 an attempt at humor (i am unfunny) reblogs are appreciated! like usual, might make a part 2 idk

...alternative title: 3 twinks and a dragon

NEUVILETTE: wait, why's it raining so hard?! 😱 “oh, it's just the monsieur sulking ^^”

neuvilette finds that one of the most inconvenient things granted in his power is the fact that his emotions can be broadcasted live over fontaine at any given moment.

subsequently, it's pouring; buckets of rain that clearly weren't on the daily weather report yesterday. he can see parents ushering children into their homes, the melusines providing umbrellas to those who had the unfortunate problem of not bringing one at the side.

all in all, fontaine is as is, but neuvilette feels even emptier than before.

it's probably because of you. it's definitely because of you. as fleeting as the rain on a summer day, you'd come and went, wishing him well before you'd leave for liyue for a short vacation.

2 weeks....

(the rain showers even more, heavily pouring over the nation.)

his shoulders tighten uncharacteristically, and if you were to see him, you'd tell him he'd resemble a sad fontainian otter with its seashell taken away.

. . . .

BONUS:

"i'm back- GAH! why are the streets flooded?!"

"oh, mx. [name]! welcome back! i'll tell monsieur neuvillette that you're back now!"

two hours later, the sun shines back again as if it hadn't poured consistently during the entire duration of 2 weeks. the people of fontaine rejoice.

KAZUHA: like a bird longing for the sun to shine again (the most normal) 😭

kazuha isn't the type to brood. he isn't, because he knows he has nothing to brood about. well, most of the time, anyway.

this, however, is partly because you're usually with him, you in all your glory, nourishing him with affectionate kisses and letting him feel the breath of fresh air he desperately needs after a long, enduring trip on the crux.

the days you aren't there however are the days he finds himself most appreciative of his reclusive nature. as the rock of the ship against gentle waters make it sway, kazuha thinks of you.

you, you. were you at liyue, doing well as he hopes you always are, trudging away as you work wonders in the kitchen, preparing meals and watching day turn to night, waiting for time to pass, missing him too?

he hopes you are. (he feels like every time you're gone, a part of him can't erase the sense of homesickness. even if liyue wasn't his home, you are the closest to it.)

"you look a bit blue these days, kazuha. missing a certain someone?" a certain captain guffaws, to which the white haired vagrant can only smile to, though the smile betrays his rather dour mood. beidou's tease is only indicative of his longing.

he does miss you. a whole lot. he misses the way you run up to him as he finally steps off the crux's arms, embracing you with fervor and inhaling the cool scent of your hair. only then, kazuha thinks, he could really feel at home. "only a fool wouldn't miss the one they hold most dear to them."

beidou pats him on the back, sympathetic of his plight. he feels a bit embarrassed. beidou always saw through him. "gotta tough it out, kid. just a few more days and we'll be back to liyue in no time."

he wasn't a kid—beidou knows this, but she felt the need to emphasize so, what when kazuha looked akin to a kicked puppy waiting for its owner in the rain. "I'm well aware."

and so she's gone, warbling an old sailor's tune, leaving kazuha to deal with the ache of you behind.

he also misses a lot of things about you whenever you're gone. though temporary as his wanderlust may be, because he promised you—"i will always return to you"—this has brought him to associate everything he sees in your likeness.

is it the poet in him? perhaps. but loving you is as natural as him taking in the sights of nature, as lovely as the moonlit nights he spends, alone, and without you.

tough it out, as beidou says. that's difficult.

watching as the moon seems ever perpetual in the sky, kazuha only hopes he can tough it out well.

(when he comes back, he's thinking of running towards you this time.)

. . . .

"welcome back, kazu-" you don't even make it to the harbor's docks before you're being tackled and literally thrown off your feet. "what the fuck are you doing?!"

or should you say, swept off your feet? you feel every ounce of shame right now, and burying your head in the crook of kazuha's neck. profanity aside, it's hard not to be ashamed when almost every person with a pair of working eyes can see you being carried by your lover.

you can hear the playful whistles and cheers of the crux crew from behind, and beidou's knowing, knowing smile.

"i'm home." kazuha's breath is close to your nape, and you feel the soft press of his lips to your neck. you flush. face him, and you see his dreamy, lovesick eyes.

if he was looking like that, how could you be ashamed? you laugh, even if you see people side eye you into oblivion. brush your noses together, and close your eyes.

"welcome home, kazuha."

he smiles. the day is bright today.

BONUS:

"kazuha?"

"mm, what is it, love?"

"if you do that ever again i will literally drop dead on the floor from the shame, so don't make it a habit."

"haha, i wouldn't dream of it."

(one voyage later, you find out kazuha is a liar.)

LYNEY: 😐 'insufferably insufferable,' given by lynette

if lynette could choose between smelling every perfume in emilie's shop (and put herself through an attack to her very delicate senses) and seeing her brother mope like a deflated balloon over his absence in fontaine, she'd pick the first option.

you are to blame. rather, maybe it's her brother's utter lack of propriety, proclaiming just how much he misses you with almost enough talk to make her want to rip her cat ears out.

or maybe she'd actually claw at him. lyney was just that infuriating. is this what they mean by love changes a person?

(if so, then lynette reckons her twin has changed for the worse.)

okay, she was exaggerating a bit, because she loved you very much and considered you family as well—but she would gladly dropkick lyney any time. they'd been stationed at poisson for a while, set by father. it was cleanup for the remnants of the prophecy, but it provided them sufficient time away from the court of fontaine, away from distractions.

and, in lyney's mind, it also means he's away from you. in lynette's opinion, he should've stayed. that way, she won't get to listen to him prattle on and on about—

"do you think [name] will still love me even if i've been away from them for far too long? ahh, and lynette, these rainbow flowers, do they need a bouquet matching their eyes instead?"

and of course, her brother being the drop-dead love-drunk fool he is (bless your heart for being able to tolerate her sappy and corny brother) has not. stopped. talking. about. you.

you'd probably accept a bouquet with a dead fish in it if it meant lyney gave it to you, but lynette doesn't voice it out. in a corner of her mind, she wonders if she should just actually become a clockwork meka so she could voluntarily tune herself to tune out lyney's voice.

she crosses her arms, putting her (4th) dessert aside. "they'll like anything you give them. and there's no way they'd get sick of you just because we're away for a week, lyney."

her brother sighs, dreamily looking away at the sky. probably thinking about the flutter of your eyelashes and your smile that makes a magician want to bottle it up and never let it show to anyone else—

blergh, she was beginning to let lyney get to her.

"a week is far too long for me." lyney sulks. lynette resists the urge to roll her eyes. you and me both, brother.

"what if they might be in danger somewhere I can't reach?"

but because she's such an amazing sister (factual), she lets go of her temporary reprieve and comforts her utterly hopeless (factual?) brother.

(for your sake too. because lyney has changed. though she may say it's for the worse, that's not true at all. in fact, it's the opposite.)

"relax, lyney." her tone is sincere this time, that in which always gets lyney to look up to her. they're children again, and lynette is facing her older brother, and they're hand in hand together. "[name] will be fine. as long as it's from the heart, you know that they will cherish anything you give them."

because it's you, someone that accepted them, every part of them. lynette doesnt show it much, but it's one of the reasons why she's so fond of you. she grateful, really, that you love her brother.

thankfully, (to her great relief) it seems the hint that you'd rather have him home without anything than not be home at all, has gotten through lyney's mind. he goes silent, and lynette takes it as a successful mission success. another lovesick crisis averted, her brother's relationship with you stabilized.

at last, peace.....

. . . .

"alright then!" lyney says enthusiastically, with an unhappy lynette and a sheepish freminet in tow.

"let's commence operation steal their heart the moment we finish this mission!"

"the what now?"

lynette facepalms. she shouldn't have said anything....

BONUS:

"uh, lynette, what's that?"

"headphones."

"why?"

"....noise cancellation."

freminet looks at lyney, who's pacing around the room, muttering to himself as his grip on the rainbow flower-marcotte bouquet tightens.

"oh." lynette nods at him wearily.

WANDERER: warning! ⚠️do not approach, he bites (scowls) 😨

there are many times when wanderer wants to bash his hat and let it squash the traveller's flying companion, and today was one of those times.

"hey, hat guy! why are you looking even more scary than usual? your scowl can be seen from miles away!"

he can hear her irritatingly cheery voice in the distance, undoubtly exposing him to the eyes of others. damn it.

"paimon, shh...!" aether silently prays to whichever god may hear (hopefully nahida), because for someone so small, wanderer was emitting a very ominous aura not akin to an aura of death.

"quit your nonsense, you-" wanderer barks back, insult at the tip of his tongue, but he tempers his temper (heh), going quiet instead. "forget it. i don't want be pissed off even more from that disgustingly chatty pet of yours."

"what did you just say to me?! urgh, you, you- ugh, paimon can't think of an ugly nickname! help out here, traveller...!"

"i think you should just let it be this time, paimon..."

he ignores the chatter of the two—mortals—thumbing at his vision, and then tenderly at the little doll he's sewed in his likeness, as well as.... your doll.

(you gave it to him once as a keepsake, in exchange for him sewing you the mini him he painstakingly made. when you got your wish, you made the two dolls kiss, saying something so ridiculous as, "that's us now!" his face burned the entire way back home.)

instead, he finds his thoughts lingering to you. you'd seen him off, staying back at sumeru city with nahida as company, leaving him to escort the traveller and paimon to the desert to clear out some ancient ruins. how boring.

you kissed him breathless back there— much to his chagrin at seeing nahida's knowing smile; but he finds himself longing for your voice and your hands in his hair more than ever. at least then he'd be able to solve the ringing in his ears from paimon's voice.

he's long stopped denying his erratic, tumultuous feelings, but he misses you. unbearably, because at least you were better than the two he's forced to babysit accompany.

and he also misses how you would take shelter in his hat in the sweltering desert heat, kissing his cheek when he flew you around to explore the pyramids, and when you would hold his hand as you complained about how long you two would be walking up, all sand and sweaty.

(he'd tease you about leaving you for dead, but was always the first to worry whenever you get dizzy from heat. a walking contradiction, this one.)

"hey, wanderer, you there?"

"you're a little red. are you overheating?woah, so puppets really can do that.... ah, you're spacing out, too!"

ugh. "what am i, a tea kettle?" he scowls, crossing his arms.

he's already counting the days he can finally return to your arms.

paimon stomps her feet at the nonexistent ground, "we're just a tiny bit worried, you know!"

"yeah? well you should do me a favor and shut your mouth a little. otherwise you'll end up overheating from the amount of nonsensical words you spit out."

"this guy's a real piece of work, only being kind to [name], jeez..." to his glee, the pixie mutters angrily. something about being a meanie and insufferable. well deserved.

aether watches the exchange with the soul drained from his body. 800,000 mora, 800,000 mora.....

. . . .

"uh... wanderer?" you chuckle nervously, not knowing where to place your hands as he buries his face head-first into your chest the moment he's home, allowing you to gently caress the soft strands of his hair.

"..."

"so are you gonna talk about it, or?"

"just let me hold you, will you?" he bites, but there's no bite at all. you kiss the top of his head as his ginormous hat is taken off his head completely. he nuzzles deeper into you. "....i missed you."

that shut you up real quick. you try to hide the giddy smile you have, but he lifts his face up to see it anyway.

"i missed you too."

BONUS:

"[name], is that an insect bite on your neck?"

"huh?!"

aether squints at you, "what kind of insect leaves that big of a bite-" his eyes pop out. turns red. "oh."

you look away. one less pure soul in the world.... sorry, aether.

(in a corner of the house of daena, wanderer sneezes.)

more hsr content soon, also for very important reasons: do you think sunday would let you bite the wings by his ears yes or no

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