@cryocapt​​ | Dernière Danse

The distant hum of music is almost eerie how it floats across the distance on the warmth of the summer night. It’s almost as if it comes from another world, one where they just see the cusp of small vibrations and the glow of tavern lights. Boots kick lightly at the stone beneath where they dangle, head tilting back to crane and look at the voice that had addressed him. Tonight was to be as mundane and dull as any other on guard duty could be, strolling back and forth along the wall around Mondstadt until your feet created a groove in the rocks so the infinite forever would know your suffering as long as the wall stood.

At least Huffman’s words provided something curious to hold onto for the rest of the evening, a blue brow quirking in amusement as a smirk drifted onto his face with the gentle gusting of the wind. “And will the evils of the Abyss not climb the walls the moment we turn our backs?” Kaeya swung his weight from the edge of the wall to pull his legs to the otherside, crossing them at the ankles. He allows his eyes to fall shut for a moment, craning to hear the steady beat of the instruments on the other side of the city, beginning to hum finally when the beat becomes familiar.

The Knight rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of the other, offering his hands upwards for the other to take. “Here I didn’t think you’d forget your duties for a little bit of guilty pleasures?” With the steady pressure of the other man’s hands in his own grasp he pulled their persons closer together, leading Huffman in a slow waltz of sorts, shuffling their feet quietly as they moved steps in a short arching circle. Still, it felt as if their spot on the wall was in it’s own distant world, untouchable from the reality just beneath them. “Should I be worried about your, Herr Huffman? Not off to die tomorrow some heroic death that you need the hands of a beautiful man on you to think fondly of as the life drains from your sacrificial wounds?” The smile he displays hardly matches the macabre words that are directed to the Knight, watching him curiously with their close proximity an excuse to see the smallest of twitches on his face of a reaction.

❝ 𝐀𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞...𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬, ❞ Huffman said simply, even though they both know that it was the motto of the Adventurer's Guild rather than the Knights of Favonius. But it was still a unique statement, one that reached for both the starry sea above them and the depths of the abyss. One that should not fear but rather embrace the danger and the 'duty' of those who must face the unknown. It was what a knight had to do as well, even if they did no seek danger...they had to face it as it came to them.

❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨? ❞ he smiled as he kept a hand on the other's body, holding the captain's hand gently as they waltzed. After all, even if they were both in their small little world, both of them knew they were both prepared for anything that may happen - but as on edge as the two might have been...it most likely would not happen. Most likely. Huffman wouldn't rule out the possibility. ❝ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. ❞

Huffman sighed, eyes glancing out of the corner of his eyes - as they would continue should an attack actually happen.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, ❞  Huffman assured the other. Tilting his head as he looked back into the other's eyes, giving that same soft smile that Huffman always gave people, it was something that came all too easily onto his face having done this for years and years. And of course in this moment, with his attention focused on his captain, his eye color shifted down into that same shade of blue the other held. A reflection, a mirror image in tone, or rather an imitation.

❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐬. ❞

Huffman was no charmer by any means, no he wasn't that kind of person. Perhaps he was a bit too direct, perhaps he was a bit too blunt, perhaps he was a bit too truthful. Eyes strained as he knew that such words could be taken as an insult, but in his mind Kaeya wasn't one to let a few words hurt him - but that was just what Huffman thought. And what could a poor old knight think in this world?

❝ 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧? ❞

✘ for Luc - What would cause you to break down and cry?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. 1/10

"Probably... losing someone I love and cherish again. If... Kaeya were to leave me, or-- Gods forbid-- die... I doubt I could ever recover. Can you... perish from heart break?"

@cryocapt ( cont. )

"Oho! You're fairly bloodthirsty for a knight, aren't you?" Tartaglia calls back from a safe distance, easily sidestepping the bolt of frost. He's more than used to people threatening to make him suffer for his transgressions, but usually the 'good guys' tended to be more righteous about it.

Waxing rhapsodic about freezing his very veins? How sadistic. Rather than feel a chill, his blood only runs hotter at the prospect of a true threat.

"You're wrong, by the way." Tartaglia twirls his bow with a flourish before notching an arrow and aiming straight at the Captain's good eye. It's true that he's at a disadvantage here, but that's never discouraged him before. "I'm excited to see what she sees in you. Try not to let me down, hm?"

@cryocapt / x

             flush as deep as the crimsons of rose petals , mona found herself awkwardly stuck in a rock &&. a hard place . vowed to never charge for her vision , mona often found herself trying to bargain strangers for goods , sometimes by playing that of a fleeting heartbreaker . however — it was that ice cool voice , sang upon stained glass like a choir , that rung through her skull — when cavalry captain cooed that megistus found her step falter , able body peeking out timidly from store corner .

             the twinkle of his eyes , mocking moonlight donned upon metallic stars canvasing her physique , captured her gaze instantly ; with heart aflutter in her chest mona felt weak under his flirtatious scrutiny . form clung to wall as her hip presses upon building , hiding half her perkish nature behind a veil to keep away from prying eyes . ( less he catch on just how unbecoming of herself was unwinding from his mere words . )

                               ❛ - c - captain kaeya ! what a pleasant unexpected surprise to see you out &&. about this late in the eve . . . ah , i was — er — just on my way back to my -- . . . - ❜ a stomach rumble crumples her strength , body leaning painfully hungry against pillared corner , the roll of lip under teeth eliciting a groan unfitting for a formal woman . ❛ - . . . flat . - ❜

@cryocapt​​. 

11. for what would your character give their life? crucial muse development questions.  

Viktor is most likely to give his life for something he feels his greater than him... which is most likely the Fatui cause... and nothing else. And even then, he’d have to know that in this particular instance, if he sacrificed himself, the result would be substantial and won’t blindly throw his life away in some random altercation. Because Viktor is a very self-centered person.

In extremely rare instances, Viktor might sacrifice himself for someone he finds has more value than him and particularly like. Which is even rarer than extremely rare, because not only does Viktor like very few people, but he’d throw his life away for even fewer of them. He is a cynic who doesn’t see any value in dying for someone else : shit happens, you grieve, you move on, as much as it hurts, because the world is simply life this, you can only pray to not be unlucky.

One example would be that Viktor would absolutely sacrifice his life to save Lily, without question or hesitation.

”I don’t think the ‘cure’ they keep talking about exists… I think we’re doomed.” ((Lets do it

“ So pessimistic for a cavalry captain! It seems like you given all hope the moment I gave you the inquiry! ” He let out a half-hearted chuckle before lifting the knight’s chin gently. His scarlet hues met with the other singular azure eye intently—

“ I can make you so much more that you truly deserve, the gods have forsaken you long enough so why submit to defeat again? What else they can strip away from you? First it was your home then the family that grew to cared for you. Their gift was a vision just for being miserable like you were their jester. ” His grip tightens after each sentence grew closer to the other male— the lack of distance felt suffocating and the fact he refused to break eye contact made matters worse.

“ All you need to do, just say yes and come with me. The people here are only going to misuse and drag you down. Unless you have some sick desire to be a plaything to gods until they wipe out Mondstadt too or was it the order? I don't know this little village on its last legs so much I lost count of who wants it gone again. ”

cryocapt asked:  💋

Diluc gives kisses || accepting @cryocapt

“ Would you like me to just simply, punch you in the face? I’m not drunk enough to give you a kiss -- better yet. I don’t even drunk me would even think about it.” 

how big the peepee

No.

We already told @nvrcmplt at the beginning of this blog we ain’t doing this again.

“ your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling ”

fire emblem starters (limited.) // @cryocapt

{ "And I think you're asking for your nose to be sliced clean off with how much it's in my business." }

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‘Anything for you traveler’

 —    ❝ H-....haaaa? Anything? ❞  Whatever could THAT mean? Surely Kaeya wasn’t being serious and was just being his typically flirtatious self. He can’t hold Kaeya’s hand now however! He’s much too embarrassed! He could only eye him with a dumbfound stained red face.

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🐤 TWEET TWEET

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

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“Go... away--” His tone harsh and rough, pained-- Diluc clutched at his chest, crumpled in on himself. How the cavalry captain managed to find him in the dark alley was beyond him. “Leave me--” A sputtered cough.

continued from here // @cryocapt​

|| Albedo awoke with a slight start, a sharp breath sucked in as he sat up with a jolt like some mechanical doll. “Ah-?” He blinked in surprise as the paper that had been stuck to his cheek slowly peeled off and drifted back onto the desk. “Sir Kaeya- what’re you- oh. I... fell asleep?” Even the great alchemist seemed confused about that, for reasons that went unexplained.

“That’s... odd of me- my apologies, I didn’t mean to worry you.” He wracked his brain, trying to remember what it was that he’d been working on, but for some reason no answer came to mind. “Thank you for waking me.” Although, he seemed a bit distracted.

A sweet, cloying smell still hung in the air that Albedo couldn’t place his finger on. “...Is that your cologne?” He asked suddenly, leaning into his fellow captain’s space without much consideration to the social implications that this might have, and took a whiff. ||

8/10!

✧° ┊┊  Mun Related Shipping Questions!

8. Does your muse get jealous easily?

Errr, not really? He’s too narcissistic to get jealous. The closest he could get is feeling a bit envy, but it’s TYPCIALLY only whenever he’s sad about the fact that others can have cats in their lives while he can’t. But even then it’s not like as if he’s super envious or anything.

10. A ship in your fandom you love (that does not include your muse)?

Lmao so, I actually wrote a pretty lengthy response to this one about how I don’t think that this isn’t a series where you’re supposed to ship anyone with anyone at all really, and then went on to explain why because the way that I personally perceived the story was that it isn’t about romance in that sense ( aka it’s not about ‘uwu shipping’ ). But then I deleted it because I was afraid that my ‘hot take’ might melt the dash and I didn’t want to set fire to my own blog in case I was ‘wrong’ and had completely misinterpreted the series ( which I don’t think I have, but alas ). But basically --- no, from a fangirling and writing/rping POV, there are no ships out there that I can say that I LOVE that doesn’t include my muse. I’m a biased, Sebastian simping mess of a pleb.

@cryocapt ➸ “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.”

Terrible First Meeting Starters ( open )

...Quite a bold statement coming from a man who looks like he fits into Liyue even less than Tartaglia does. Honestly, it'd be a close competition to see whose photo would end up in the dictionary under the definition of 'conspicuous.'

Still, it's not like he hasn't heard worse. His ego isn't so fragile as to suffer injury from the idle comments of strangers.

"Hmm? Do you mean I'm unforgettable?" A roguish grin crosses his face as he openly looks the other man up and down. "Because I have to say, you're fairly unordinary yourself, Sir...?"

He makes a vague hand gesture, fishing for a name. There's no such thing as an inconsequential meeting in his book.

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

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“Interesting.”