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reginrokkr · 6 hours

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𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈. No one really asked directly but here I am having all the feels for Dain after just comparing him to an Inteyvat. The environment in Khaenri'ah was in such a way that no life is possible unless it's artificial as it had to be via the Art of Khemia, and yet this beautiful flower would bloom for two weeks against all odds. In a similar vibe, in a place that feels so grim and dark Dain was called Twilight Sword, he was a light there.

Like the Inteyvat itself when it's plucked and taken away from Khaenri'ah, Dain can't pass away due to the curse as the flower hardens and won't wither. Except Dain does wither in more ways than one, be it time factor, life experiences, corruption and curse. By some miracle he hasn't lost his sense of consciousness like other Black Serpent Knights or Hilichurls did, but just like the flower if it were to return to Khaenri'ah, he's bound to wither, turn to ashes and fade unless there is another miracle in store for him to at least pass away in a peaceful way and not due to this corroding curse.

#◟༺✦༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊#gently brings this back #because I can't stop thinking #about that new Dain artwork #with the inteyvat in his hand #I think this was written before it was confirmed #that he suffers from erosion #but making the allusion to withering instead #because of the flower #as a plausible synonym makes it all the better

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reginrokkr · 2 days

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someone please hold me, after nearly 4 years Dain is finally getting an official artwork

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#I'm still in disbelief #my man finally made it #between this and the 4.7 patch featuring him #I'm eating so well #look how flawless he looks #how majestic with the way his cape parts #and the lil Inteyvat in his hand 🥺#now if they would make this extra big and high quality #I'd thank H.YV 8ever

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reginrokkr · 4 days

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Half of the training time is complete with only five more weeks to go until they end! Recently I've been feeling more energized after coming back home from the pharmacy, so I might begin to be more proactive with IC content even if it's during my lunch break. Thank you peeps for your patience ♥︎

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#expect me to begin to ramble a little bit from tomorrow onward #about pre-installment things that are released ahead of time #if I find anything that makes my mind go brrr #and that I can't wait until its proper release #it'll be poster under cut of course #my excitement with certain topics is over the moon #and so is Dain's coming for 4.7 #I have high hopes that what little was commented about his quest plot #goes the way I think #because it'll be great if it is #despite the pain #anyway! time to retreat to bed #hope you peeps have been doing well #and that you have a splendid beginning of week ♥︎

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reginrokkr · 4 days

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To the wise, only few words are needed in order to comprehend a more intricate matter that would require more extensive explanations. This stands true to the descendant of skeptics chosen by Greater Lord Rhukkadevata, whom ultimately decided to follow him. If the tendency of this line of skeptics remains in the silver-haired, Dáinsleif would've expected him to rouse more questions before choosing to follow him into the deepest part of the rainforests. Every ounce of curiosity this blooms within him is kept tucked in with cautious patience for the string of questions to emerge, and emerge they do.

◜Indeed.◞ Twilight Sword remains silent thereafter and listens to the information he has about them, retold more like something he has heard or read rather than having witnessed them firsthand. Truth be told, he wouldn't be surprised if the other hasn't seen them before. Most of the times, Aranara only appear to those whom still harbor innocence in their heart. In the scrutinizing eyes of a descendant of skeptics, those little things may be sooner feel intimidated except the sternest and wisest among them than coaxed to show before him. But perhaps soon that is bound to end, should the silver-haired desire to continue this expedition with him. ◜It would seem that the tales you heard of them lack the full extent of understanding of their nature.◞

One exchange of information for the next. As they have before with questions.

Bough Keeper turns on his heels to face the descendant of skeptics, strong arms crossing over his chest. ◜Beyond being benevolent guides to humans and children the most, as the ones whom still possess sufficient innocence to make it easier to see them... Aranara are naught short of guardians of the rainforest.◞ Glacial sapphire gaze rises to the trees above them in an exercise of reminiscence, clear azure skies turn red with no sun or moon to crown them, black rain falls from his eye memory. ◜They used to fight alongside humans during the Cataclysm and together, they restored a contraption of Greater Lord Rhukkadevata's making by the name of Varuna, located deep in the Apam Woods, among other feats that led them to the rejuvenation of Sumeru.◞

With the Varuna Contraption restoration came the coming of sweet rain instead of the black one filled with defilement that hit Sumeru for numberless moons. ◜As their true calling suggests, the Aranara have a master over foliage that the rest lack, lest they choose to brute-force their way to no avail or cause unnecessary harm to the forests.◞

Ah, so the mind of a skeptic in all its splendor shines at long last with the most curiosity-inducing of all.

Dáinsleif's arms fall by his sides when the first question ensues, a minute moment of quiescence follows. ◜Would you describe a matter as this as mere stories, should you have been witness of some?◞ Of some, not all, of course. Far be it for him to be there when Greater Lord Rhukkadevata engendered the little Aranara, despite possessing such knowledge. ◜As you may deduce by what I said, I can confirm that we... have a shared story.◞ At the mention, he can feel a few heads emerging from foliage around them, cautious, intrigued. As if making sure if their eyes aren't deceiving them to those who reminisce, or elucidate if that is the person that, unbeknownst of him, received praises for many moons to follow just so they can learn about times when their kind and humans fought together.

As for the Bough Keeper, sentient as he is to creatures with high affinity to Irminsul due to their connection with their mother, he turns his head in their general direction and thus they immediately retreat, only to peek betwixt blades of grass anew, timid. His azure gaze returns to the scholar that accompanied him thereafter. ◜The brewing crisis you sensed is connected with the deeds that have been done in the past to stall the Cataclysm from Sumeru lands and should be taken just as seriously.◞ Ultimately, he turns to face the verdant contraption. ◜This is the moment to decide if you wish to keep pressing forward or leave. Whatever you choose is not of my import or I mind— I will continue.◞

Hardly do people ever surprise the scribe - count today as one of a few rare exceptions. Silver brow rises to mark his surprise at the stranger's confidence, that he has a distinct feeling is not usurped. Al-Haitham has been acquainted with too many self-important scholars convinced that they held the key to the truth of existence itself (or at least the key knowledge to their field of expertise, which, for too many, is about the same thing) to not recognise this particular light of arrogance that shines in the eyes of those who claim to know what they truly know nothing about. This man has no such light in his eyes. He claims to know what is happening in these woods - and if believing would be too strong of a word for as cautious a mind as al-Haitham's, perhaps intrigued will suffice.

Cautiously, the scribe follows his newly appointed guide into the clearing a little further ahead, Deshret-branded eyes taking in the sight of the most peculiar vegetal construct - like two tree trunks sprouting from the soil and forming... he would have suggested a gate, but what kind of gate stands on its own and leads to nowhere? His gaze follows the stranger's to the other curious construct, the shape of which resonates with nothing he is familiar with. Alright. He'll bite. This man certainly seems to know more than he does - and that alone makes the endeavour worthwhile.

"I don't recall ever seeing those constructs, but I do recall folk stories about creatures supposedly inhabiting these woods, away from the prying eyes of humans." Al-Haitham muses, arms crossed over his chest as he looks back to his interlocutor. "You're talking about the aranara, aren't you?"

It wouldn't be all that far-fetched. The legends are older than the city itself, and as old as the rainforest, as far as he knows; and if the answer to his questions or the solution to find them were simple, he would have found them already. So, why not, for a moment, humour the possibility laid out before his eyes? "The dendro Archon has been absent for so long, not many people give much thought to her influence or the legends associated with her name, except for children and a few artists and merchants down at the Grand Bazaar. But, if my memory serves me right..." If there is any hint of truth hidden in the stories his grandmother, wise enough to only share meaningful tales with her grandson. " ... the former dendro Archon, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, created the aranara from the essence of dreams and wisdom themselves. Some tales even have them serve as benevolent guides for lost humans in search of their way home or answers to their questions. Which, incidentally, begs two of them."

Head tilts to the side, curious, inquisitive. "Firstly, do you truly believe those stories to be true; and secondly... how did you come about such knowledge? For an outlander, you certainly seem very well informed."

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊advent of ragnarök.┊

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reginrokkr · 4 days

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Imagine being so detached from society and fossil that when you try to speak to someone else you think you're being highly respectful of them and even honoring them but instead you come off as pejorative instead.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#it's just funny to me #Dain be using the term 'kisama' in the JP voice acting #when referring to 'you'#to be respectful #but turns out that it developed into being colloquial and pejorative #what a fossil smh #but in a way it's great #because I adore to be creative with more archaic terms #and I can afford going fancy with his speech for that reason

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reginrokkr · 4 days

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But what if in a few decades down the river of time, something causes the remnants of defilement yet to dissolve completely in the fountain of all waters flare again? As if reacting to his sliver of doubt, images that don't match with the scenery before him play within sapphire irises. People who seek to manifest Elynas back to life again, a fight within a dimension he cannot describe as another thing but the beast's interior— far from one would expect if they were to imagine directly a monster's bowels. Not to his surprise, truth be said, for Rhinedottir's creations proved to be magnificent in their own right and bizarre all the same.

Dáinsleif snaps out of his brief reverie in time to offer gratitude in ways that a noble man would as a result of a successful cooperation. Tokens of gratitude that to the other's misfortune, would go to waste if projected to his person. These exact thoughts manifest through a gentle shake of his head first, not without feeling gratitude for his sentiment, regardless. ◜I am undeserving of your kindness.◞ Since when did the Dragon show compassion to him, when it all started as reasonable skepticism and lingering doubts that what he said to initiate their cooperation would play out that way? ◜But if it helps, know that the trust you deposited on me that I do not seek to be hostile to your very existence and that I would commit to my part of the cooperation is more than enough.◞

Sovereign's next words leave Twilight Sword at a loss that reflects in quivering star-shaped pupils. Is that the impression he's gotten of him? That he's some savior confronting the threats that jeopardize this world's safety? For a moment, Dáinsleif finds the necessity to pause and reflect, to rouse from his shocked stance that hardly betrays his visage if not for his eyes and a slight arch of fair eyebrows, deep in thought as he is. ◜...◞ And so celestial azures drop from the dragon. If he felt he's undeserving for the kindness extended to him for his assistance in Fontaine, now he feels even more for giving off an image that doesn't correspond to himself.

For he's naught but a sinner. A man tasked to protect his people in a kingdom that is no more. A failure forced to live on for gods know how long with the weight of guilt for surviving where he should've passed.

◜As you correctly guessed, it was no coincidence that I appeared at the most opportune of times to help solve Fontaine's crisis. Nevertheless... I am afraid you got the wrong impression of me. What I did until now, with Fontaine as the last place touched by the Cataclysm that erupted from Khaenri'ah first, was righting the wrongs of the people I was supposed to protect so that those who chose to live under the protection of the Seven don't have to face their wrath, to go through in some manner or form the same as my people did unjustly. Now that mission is complete, so I...◞

I don't know what to do.

Light brows knit in a frown as albescent lashes flutter to a close, covered with starlit bangs. Dáinsleif's face turns slightly away from the dragon to conceal himself. ◜I have nothing left to do but go away. For want as I may, I cannot pass away— no matter how undeserving to keep living I am; no homeland to return.◞ A pause. ◜Unlike most people of this world, I am untouched by fate too. So if I have no other choice but live with this curse that plagues me and keep moving forward, perhaps... I should search for my destiny.◞

If those Khaenri'ahns who boasted about being pure-blooded and untainted by fate like him were to listen to him now, they would revel in his misery. In actuality, he can almost hear their laughter ring in his ears— while many more, now cursed to be hilichurls, might be offended for throwing away what they'd call a blessing he has.

Tired of sinking in his own misery and aware that he shouldn't drag someone whose interest is far from watching this petty scene, Dáinsleif straightens himself as his eyes open to take once more in the beautiful and sorrowful scenario before him. In due time, even the core of all waters in this world shall be purified again. He can take as much. ◜Not without giving you one last word of advice, Hydro Dragon: come years to pass, maybe decades, there will be those who will seek to bring Elynas back to life. If you understand the repercussions of such event, I suggest you exercise caution and interfere at the earliest sign of danger you encounter.◞

Ultimately does Bough Keeper pivot with the intention to leave. A few steps in, he finds it in his heart to stop and glance at the dragon one last time. ◜Thank you. For bringing me to safety and protecting me.◞

May we never cross paths again— it will be for the best.

The dragon sovereign blinks slowly upon hearing a voice rise behind him, thoughts gently pulled back from the depths to which they had come to simmer. A very light turn of his head is the only indication he gives of acknowledging his guest, attentive to the grogginess in his voice. He sounds worn, exhausted, but otherwise, on a safe road to recovery from their ordeal. Good. Sacrifices are needed to save what can be saved from the black tide, but the safekeeping of Fontaine is a duty that befalls him. Even though what this duty entails remains... elusive and fuzzy at best -- Neuvillette has no plan of watching another fall because of his own shortcomings.

"We did." He confirms, low and quiet while the Bough Keeper rises from his bedrest. He waits, patiently, listening to the shuffle of his steps as he joins him before the windows, and turns his gaze back to the cloudy skies outside. Indeed, they did make it. Neuvillette can feel the waters of Fontaine and the soil they seep into breathe again, healed from a sickness that had just begun to take root and fortunately been uprooted at the right time before it had been too late. Neuvillette, attentive, watches, present in every one of those sapphire droplets raining from the skies, dissolving into every inch of land, appeasing every wounded living things fallen victim to the darkness. This feat, he would not have been able to accomplish on his own.

This awareness makes him equal parts grateful for his companion's assistance, and resentful to the heavens above. It is only because they amputated him, that he had needed assistance to rescue the world they had stolen, usurped, defiled. What a mockery - what a ridiculous farce.

The Bough Keeper speaks again, and Neuvillette at last fully turns his gaze to him (is this joy and relief, faint and distant as they are, that he beholds upon masked features?). "Yes, indeed. But there is no reason to worry. Though the land may take time to heal, I can guarantee you that the corruption will not be spreading any further. With your assistance, we have ensured this at the very least - and my own power will be sufficient in containing it, before it will dissolve entirely." A promise, from one keeper to another. He has, at the very least, earned that privilege of him.

"The nation of Fontaine owes you a great debt - although I do feel, based on our short cooperation, that you will deny and refuse all and any necessity of such." Few are the people bound by honour that he has met in his short dive into human society - as though the whole concept belonged to the world of yore only. A hint of satisfaction, and curiosity, glimmers in the depths of his eyes; as if content to have been perhaps proven wrong. "Still, if there is anything I may, in turn, offer to assist you or otherwise thank you for your help, know that this door remains open."

The dragon marks a short pause, thoughtful, before he decides to lift the lid of his contained curiosity. Now that the worst of the crisis is over, now that he can feel, in the deepest recesses of his soul, Fontaine healing and recovering, what necessity is there to push it back? "You appeared at the most opportune of times, and it is clear to me that you know more of this world's inner workings than most do." He says, pondering. "You are a man on a mission, that much is clear. Is that how your steps led you to Fontaine and to Elynas? And what is the next step, now that this threat has been dealt with?"

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ may your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊neuvillette → apocryphis.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος ζ: ενδιάμεση της ανθοφορίας┊way of the prophet.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ angelus dracōnem nancīscitur. ┊aria of the celestials┊

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reginrokkr · 5 days

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I made the grave mistake of investigating more about mister Dimitri and with what few sad scenes I've seen of him and some Youtube content creators of FE said of him make me emo when thinking about Dain and how many of these things can actually be extrapolated to what he's going through and I'm not okay—

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#this is the best accidental mistake ever #I genuinely had no idea that I was going down this route with Dain #with many of the things I've said about his pain #and other elements I've been attributing to him #in small headcanons #the way I now feel for another man djfhjg #and the feels at thinking that with that meme thingy #that's been around for a while #that I'd make D.imitri justice based on how I write Dain I imagine #lays in a puddle of tears

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reginrokkr · 5 days

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✧ @halothes asked: I know I am going to be predictable with this and lowkey going purely by appearance only but i feel like you would have 100% done Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd (fire emblem) justice

Send me a canon character you believe I could write! → Accepting.

Funnily, it doesn't come off so predictable to me because I never played any of the Fire Emblem games, although I do recognize the style when I see it and I have been exposed to a few characters here and there. Dimitri being one of them, as in the past years of writing Dain I've seen people comparing them both in Dain's tag. While I don't know to some extent it's true what I read, I did peek on his wiki and noticed a few things they have in common and ironically, I headcanon Dain to be the prince of the Gnostic Hymn and Dimitri was one too, the more you know djfhjg. I did notice, however, that he's involved in quite a bunch of things that provide more information than certainly would of Dain with what little he has going on and risking to be mistaken in what I'll say, complex. So I'm humbled to learn that I'd do justice to a character like him!

Please forgive me as I mention (1) cutscene of a post-time skip when the green-haired MC holds out their hand to Dimitri. That moment when he looked in such a horrible state and looked up definitely reminded me of Dain and I don't know if both hold a comparable amount of trauma, but I really felt it in my bones, however short that scene is—

#halothes #◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#thank you for sending in!#I might... be compelled to investigate more #just for science ahem #maybe take some inspiration if it fits

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reginrokkr · 5 days

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ooc / mun meme. using anon or not — send me a canon character you believe i could write, and why you think i could write that muse.

#◟༺✦༻◞ searching for a long lost fate ┊meme.┊#shyly plops this here #jumps from one ramble to future next #I'm a genius #just kidding djfhjg #a little thing like this can be fun #to make up for my absence here during weekdays

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reginrokkr · 5 days

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Last ramble for tonight (that I may expand more with the release of Arlecchino's SQ), but what was said in the Perinheri books about an existing orphanage in Khaenri'ah where macabre ritual-like tests were done to children and the desire to rise them in hopes that one of them will become a Descender (none became one eventually neither in during the Crimson Moon nor the Eclipse dynasties) are too on the nose to not draw a reasonable parallel with the House of Hearth and their methods to rise a King as per Arlecchino's animation short and the 4.6 trailer. Which in itself... may actually be possible, as we see the Fatui / Harbingers poking their noses in Khaenri'ahn things such as the Field Tillers; Scaramouche was created via Khemia as learned by Ei and replicated by Dottore for his own segments; and lastly we have Pierro who is the director of the Harbingers and he's a Khaenri'ahn himself.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#I'd post this as an addendum #but I want to have more details #before diving more in full with this #for now just a little observation

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reginrokkr · 5 days

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Unprompted opinion about Arlecchino's animation short in combination with what was shown in the 4.6 trailer, but from a psychological perspective is very interesting to see the pattern Crucabena took in the House of Hearth being repeated by Arlecchino herself even though she kind of wanted to stay away from the "loving and doting mother" image the former Harbinger Arlecchino takes the position after wanted to give.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#fanon be my loathed even on this topic #because just with this animation some already say #that she's “redeemed” for not being like Crucabena #when no she's actually repeating the same pattern #and propagating S.nezhnaya's agenda of having child soldiers #with everything we learned about that btw #some of which going as far as having to go by a different identity #out of fear of not being found; or else they know they're as good as dead #for leaving or “betraying” the nation in the others' eyes #Scara was on point about his description of her #and that didn't change with this animation #it gave her more layers of depth which I appreciate #and I'm looking forward for her story quest #and everything she has to bring like stories and voice lines #because I'm 100% they'll be interesting #she herself is interesting in many points #alas the fandom... big sigh

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reginrokkr · 6 days

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Day ∞th of getting emotional for Dain at the thought that he hit the most bottom he could in his life to the point of actively searching for a destiny he's actually lucky for being untainted of.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#A.rlecchino's song made me reflect deeper into this #in combination with Perinheri #and the pride among K.haenriahns that were pure-blood #because they were completely untainted by fate #which is a huge thing considering the workings of T.eyvat #the thought that Dain wanted to find his own destiny #because he never had one to begin with hits hard

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reginrokkr · 6 days

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✧ @apocryphis asked: "may i ask you something?" the voice of the sovereign does little to disturb the gentle drumming of the rain against the high windows of his chambers, pearls of water shimmering under moonlight and bathing them, near-asleep lovers, in healing silver glow. they are meant to drift to sleep, though neither one really needs it (but it is a pleasant ritual, to fall asleep with dainsleif in his arms, and his hand resting over his heart - one he has come to cherish as much as letting rainfall wash over him after too long a time cooped inside the walls of the palais) - and neuvillette almost feels the need to apologise for delaying that respite for his lover. almost. he is quite certain that once he hears what he has to say, dainsleif will understand where the dragon's thoughts have wandered too.

"you are much better travelled than i am, and must have heard your fair share of tales about them. certainly more than i have." neuvillette sighs, fingers absently grazing over his companion's shoulder as he speaks, shimmering eyes gazing over to the windows. " ... for many centuries, i thought i knew what to expect of the gods of this new world but... fontaine's recent developments and focalors'... demise - " neuvillette pauses, briefly. " ... have made me reconsider all that i had taken for granted."

eyes leave the falling rain trapped outside, and trail back to seek blond hair and the half-lidded sapphires shimmering underneath; an affectionate kiss pressed to the bough keeper's head as if to apologise for the odd timing of his questions. "you have seen what they have made of this world, good and worst - perhaps even met some of them... what do you make of them?"

Were Dáinsleif be asked what time of the day he favors, he wouldn't doubt to say night. Its darkness has never bothered him, having lived in a kingdom where hardly any light that bathes Teyvat in penetrated its deepest layers. Stars, countless as creatures in this world shimmering in the blanketed night sky keeping company to a moon coated with curses of the realm of death first, then a sun too ominous for those who never once saw its luster behind an entirely dark canvas. It is also the moment where dreams are born, dreams that people of that dreamless land wished to have. Night is the element Twilight Sword feels at ease the most, without that light he had no choice but get used to that can blind him when he's at his darkest moments.

But upon forming a relationship built in respect and trust above everything, with love thereafter... suddenly, his cold nights became warm; the dangers associated with this world's darkness melted with protection and a feeling of safety when he's in the dragon's arms; all the wrongs in the world that he works incessantly to right fade away if only just for a moment's repose.

Lunarescent knight nearly falls asleep if it weren't for Neuvillette's voice, softer than every calming raindrop hitting the windows outside. Sapphire irises look through albescent lashes at him, patiently in quiescent wait as a means to urge him to speak up his mind. Of all the topics they have addressed for the past centuries, the gods was, without a doubt, a prominent one. Except not in a manner of reflection upon encountering a crude reality right before their very eyes— in Neuvillette's more than his own, after watching the fall of a god. Not because of an act of rebellion from the humans' part as past instances in history, nor being slain by another god in a dispute for power.

Just as Leviathan conveys struggle in a moment when his beliefs are shaken by unexpected turns of fate, so Dáinsleif finds conflict in admittance of truths hard to utter.

◜In Khaenri'ah I met people of all walks of life with different ways of hatred towards gods, locals or outsiders who abandoned their faith and their homeland to find repose in another where they could find people with similar beliefs.◞ Suffice to say, as an aristocrat of high social standing and Twilight Sword, he was exposed to all, even absorbed some of it. ◜Due to their incessant pursue to find truths that discredit the gods and the kingdom's unique location nearby the Abyss, some of them were found and thus turned into the foundation to loathe these lying gods even more.◞

Even to this day, some of their arguments still stand true after having glimpsed into the truth of this world— the genesis of fate. In Dáinsleif's eyes, gods are no more than another kind of creatures that live in Teyvat with aptitude for higher power. But in essence, that is all these is about them: power. Not even they can understand themselves at times, even less humans nor realize when divine and mankind share more than they would believe. If only their delusions of grandeur didn't get in between.

◜Seizing the opportunity I had to look into the memories of this world, I have met all manners of gods, each with different ambitions and of different moralities. That, in combination with the existing gods at this moment of time, I can claim that not all of them can be of a kind.◞ His head accommodates on the pillow in a brief moment of contemplation, a sigh emerges from his nose. Similarly as Neuvillette has grown to like to do, Dáinsleif's bare hand reaches out to touch his beloved's chest, right over the post of his heart.

◜There are those who in their awareness of this world's imposed injustice by their own divine creators fought to the last to do something about it. Remus, God King of the olden Remuria is one such example: he sought to free everyone from the chains of fate with the creation of a symphony. Upon realizing the grave mistake he committed, everything he had caused... he didn't hesitate to forsake his life in order to mend his wrongs. Rhukkadevata, God King of Sumeru saw potential in humanity and used their dreams as a means to liberate this world from forbidden knowledge. Upon realizing that the last shard of forbidden knowledge was her, she forsook her life in order to eliminate the last remnants of defilement and herself from Irminsul. Focalors...◞ Another sigh follows, his hand snakes its way to cup the side of the Iudex's neck. ◜In order to save her people from an unjust curse and restore your missing dragonhood, she sacrificed her own life and her corresponding throne in the heavens.◞

◜What can I offer to gods like these, if not words of praise for their deeds?◞

Hard as it is to admit, it is the truth. No matter how much time he had spent in a kingdom that abhorred the gods or his personal beliefs on them, he can and will give credit where it's due. ◜Just as there are noble gods that are no more among us, or have lost the luster they held in the past...◞ Namely Nahida for one, young as she is for a god, she's doing what others weren't capable in millennia. ◜There are those who in their awareness of the higher divinities' deeds do naught for reasons that I cannot see beyond mere self-preservation.◞ Despicable in its own right, if he were asked. Too meek to do anything that could endanger their own lives, yet they behave even more timidly in their small revolts against the heavens. All their efforts insufficient if they truly seek a change unless what they fear is to become powerless or stop existing completely. ◜Little if anything can be said of those who aren't willing to make sacrifices to unfetter themselves from this unjust world.◞

Ultimately, seraphic hand reaches out to cradle Leviathan's face. Tender and encouraging, amorous and understanding. ◜It is hard to come to a solid conclusion when everything your beliefs are shaken. Nevertheless, I have faith in your judgement, that one day you will find your answer and act consequently. Until then...◞ Dáinsleif scoots closer to the dragon's body to press their foreheads together, albescent lashes flutter close. ◜Remember thus: the world won't stop for a decision to come, nor the examples I gave you make it any less constricted by unjust laws imposed by usurper gods. Nothing has to remain stagnant, either.◞

The same can be said for your king, whom no longer held animosity for us humans, creations of the greatest Usurper King... isn't that right?

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ may your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊neuvillette → apocryphis.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ let luminous feathers dance under sapphire rain of justice┊dáinsleif × neuvillette.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊advent of ragnarök.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ when reason to be shines through. ┊aria of the celestials┊#gently places this here #the whiplash I had writing this is insane #and I'm really in love with it #because despite what Dain can be more vocal about #he's never one for blacks and whites #and what he had to say about F.urina and N.ahida #is a great example of that

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reginrokkr · 8 days

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Before heading to bed, I'll be leaving here a small reference of Emberfire in regards of the Latin lines, as those sparked quite the interest in me. For those of you who might be curious of what these say, here is a small translation!

Nec fatum finire te. Nor fate will end / finish / complete¹ you.

Nec tribulatio potest. Nor distress / trouble / tribulation can.

Haec olim meminisse iuvabit. This will help to have remembered once (upon a time).

complete¹: Based on the lines and the overall lyrics of the song, complete as a translation doesn't mesh well with the meaning of the rest. Adding it to provide another meaning finire has, nevertheless.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊#I have a passion for Latin if you couldn't tell a few years ago #when I translated the existing murals with Latin text #I love how this ties with what's said about being a pure-blood Khaenri'ahn #that implies to not be tainted by fate and thus they're pure #I can't wait to see more of Arlecchino soon #just one week more to wait!

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