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kaeya vc: grabbing kaeya by the shoulders -- @ecleips

' it's less about disliking, and more about being concerned. i beg of you to give yourself priority- and that you are loved, even when you don't think you deserve it, or when you refuse to see it. you're deserving of love and care, sibling. you better mind those words, or i'll give you a noogie. '

“ listen, chongyun. sometimes the best way to go about mastering cryo is to run away on the day of your coronation, travel to the mountains and build an ice palace in the span it takes to sing a song that will haunt tired parents for at least two years after it’s release, get dragged back in time to save your sister from her evil fiancé of two minutes - ”

"coronation of what? what kingdom am i running? wait, kaeya, are you talking about yourself here?" chongyun waves their hands frantically in the air as they try to make sense of what kaeya's even saying.

"are you speaking from personal experience? i didn't know you had a sister! and where is this ice palace you built, i want to see it!"

chongyun would also like to live in an ice palace, thank you very much! that sounds like their idea of a good time.

"stop hogging the glory, make an ice palace with me. let's share it."

" Is there something I can do for you? "

The question was straight to the point with no room to  dispute that the dragon had noticed he had caught someones attention. The male in front of him was  someone familiar or as familiar one can be when he hadn't met them personally. If he recalled this was  cavalry captain of the Knights. His eye was also  unmistakeable to the dragon. Dvalin didn't remember doing anything strange, but Barbatos had warned him that his appearance is quite striking to humans. He tilted his head slightly, growing curious.

@ecleips liked for a starter

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Send ❌ and my muse will tell you what they dislike about your muse. / Not Accepting.

"I think his fashion sense sucks and he needs to wear something else. Something with the ugliest neon colors ever, so that it screams how much he works as an odd spy in everyone's midst, or whatever."

"Also, he cares too much. About this cause, this crusade - and it's not like I don't know why. Both Pierro and my mentor have told me about Khaenri'ah. Knowing that, it's not wrong to give those stupid asses up in heaven a taste of their own medicine. But you know what isn't right? All that's been done—sacrificed—to make that medicine.

"Khaenri'ah, Snezhnaya, the Tsaritsa and the other Harbingers - whatever he cares about - he knows that's still not the only things that matter in this world, right? Though, I guess I'm one to talk, since I wouldn't exactly sit quiet if something happened to my own family. But still.

"At the end of the day - he really is just like the rest. Or at least is good at acting the part. If he actually isn't, then I don't know why he's bothering. I obviously don't."

@ecleips: " i have something for you to sign. " the meticulous way kaeya often went about stomping his metaphorical foot amidst inazuma's political grounds often meant bypassing certain protocols - protocols that none other than his esteemed husband could break for him. and so kaeya's habit of sweet talking him into a signature or two had become the norm. kaeya would waltz in ( more often than not donned in something alluring, or particularly pursuasive ) seat himself in ayato's lap for a brief respite of kisses and sweet nothings, lips to his neck, sensuous hand movements guiding the commissioner's hand over to some unknown document. it just so happened that today's contracts were divorce papers. " right there for me, baby. " he purred.

time   spent   in   the   clutches   of   paperwork   and   the   utter   pedantic   nonsense   that   came   with   his   position   as   the   yashiro   commissioner   is   not   so   exciting.   it   is   perhaps,   ayato's   least   favorite   part   of   his   day   -   when   he's   in   residence   proper   -   and   by   'part   of   the   day,'   it   more   or   less   means   a   solid   ten   hours   devoted   to   his   craft   of   ink   to   documents.   reading,   writing,   solving   potentially   catastrophic   issues   with   the   stroke   of   a   pen   or   brush   (depending   on   the   stationary   of   course)...   all   in   a   days   work   for   the   yashiro   commissioner,   and   it   was   hardly   unordinary   for   such   endeavors   to   be   accented   by   the   appearance   of   his   ever   so   darling   spouse   -   who   was   usually   up   to   absolutely   no   good.

this   time   was   no   different.

in   hindsight,   it   was   perhaps   inadvisable   to   have   whisked   someone   like   kaeya   alberich   into   a   marriage,   but   ayato   would   count   it   as   one   of   his   smartest   political   moves   to   date   -   if   not   his   most   entertaining.   the   only   trouble   was   that   the   cavalry   captain   was...   well,   smarter   than   him   on   the   regular.   ayato   was   a   proud   man,   it   was   true,   but   he   was   not   so   above   it   to   admit   when   he   was   bested   -   and   best   him   often   kaeya   did,   especially   when   it   involved   a   little   too   much   skin   showing   or   the   wayward   brush   of   lips   or   the   way   he   made   that   little   noise   when   ayato   bit   him   just   li-

"   mm-   "   the   commissioner   melts,   baring   his   throat   with   unfettered   eagerness.   one   hand   slides   to   steady   itself   at   kaeya's   hip,   the   other   bracing   on   his   desk   before   it   is   moved   -   pen   in   hand.   ayato's   lashes   flutter,   ice   blue   across   the   warm   tone   of   his   cheeks   and   he   can't   help   but   lick   his   lips,   much   more   interested   in   pushing   his   lover   down,   while   his   own   pelvis   angles   up.   the   pen   twitches   in   hand,   and   he   moves   his   head   just   enough   then   so   that   sweet   azure   might   meet   frosted   lilac   in   a   darkened   gaze.   something   dances   behind   ayato's   eyes   -   something   amused.   something   dangerous.   "   you   know-   "

as   he   speaks,   the   commissioner   moves,   quite   suddenly   upending   them   both   so   that   the   captain   is   instead   sprawled   upon   his   desk,   knocking   askew   countless   documents   and   books,   while   ayato   situates   himself   between   long,   svelte   legs.   "-   usually   i   am   happy   to   adhere   to   all   your   requests,   kaeya.   "   his   hand   has   drawn   to   kaeya's   chest   now,   resting   firmly   on   his   pectorals   as   he   goes   to   take   a   quick   glance   at   the   document   in   question.   for   a   moment,   there   is   stillness   -   but   the   yashiro   commissioner   is   anything   but   angry,   instead,   he   laughs,   soft   and   lilted,   before   drawing   himself   up   and   over   the   elder.   "   but   this?   "

hip   to   hip   again,   and   this   time   ayato   is   ruthless,   bearing   down   his   weight   with   clear   intent.   at   the   same   time,   his   lips   find   kaeya's   jaw,   nipping   oh-so   lightly   at   the   area   before   paying   an   almost   adoring   kiss   to   a   fading   mark   he'd   left   only   a   few   nights   before   near   his   throat.   "   why   would   you-   "   each   word,   a   bell   of   ramped   pleasure,   the   swordsmen   playing   the   body   beneath   him   like   the   well   loved   koto   in   his   chambers.   "   -   want   to   -   "   words   followed   by   kisses,   followed   by   teeth,   the   suckling   of   skin,   the   devotion   of   a   man   with   something   to   prove.   "   leave   me   ?   "

and   then   he's   on   his   knees,   between   those   mile   long   legs,   with   his   nose   pressed   to   an   inner   thigh   and   one   hand   playing   at   the   purchase   of   kaeya's   belt   buckle.   up,   he   looks   at   him,   hues   dark   with   his   lust   and   a   hint   of   possession.   mine,   they   seem   to   say,   but   ayato   is   polite   enough   to   not   voice   it   out   loud...   yet.   "   no   matter,   "   he   breathes   against   fabric,   kissing   up,   up,   and   up,   "   i'll   simply   remind   you   of   one   of   the   many   reasons   you'd   miss   me   should   we   part.   "

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"How are you Sir Kaeya? I'm afraid Albedo is away from the lab and is in Dragonspine." The bio alchemist finished tending to her sweet flowers to address the Calvary Captain more properly. Why else would he be here if not to see Albedo?

"Though if you have any questions I will answer them the best of my ability."

" thoma, it's okay - really. " and it is, truly. a lot of time had passed since the days when they were reckless youths, playing, pretending they didn't have bigger responsibilities waiting for them. gone were the days when diluc would gaze longingly at jean, and thoma ; diluc, and ... kaeya ; thoma. childhood crushes were fleeting things after all, miracles if one got the chance to act on them. if anyone deserved a miracle, it was his brother. " charles probably thought you knew ! i'm sure he wouldn't have brought it up otherwise. he was used to me coming in , complaining about my latest infatuation. " it's awkward, and a tad vulnerable. and frostwind doesn't like it one bit. " i assure you that even back then , your companionship was too important for me to sabotage. it still is. now so more than ever. i needn't remind you that if anyone hurts diluc there would be hell to pay. don't think i'll go easy on you just because we're friends. "

he remembers what it was like, to be young and experiencing an emotion you thought was love for the first time. it was an important time in a kid's life, but it was also incredibly transitory. a stage of growth that lead to more permanent outcomes. did his fourteen-year-old self look at diluc and think, with dreamy sighs, they would be together forever? sure, maybe in his daydreams. but it wasn't until a decade later, when he returned a stronger man, was thoma able to make sense of it all. the first crush was important to figuring out who you were, but it didn't define it.

even with knowing that, thoma can't help the feel of guilt that has floated around his person since earlir that morning. since it was casually joked that the ragnvindr brothers both pined after the wrong person in their youth. thoma hadn't even seen it, too busy watching diluc chase jean…kaeya had been doing the same, but with him. how isolating must that have felt for a young man, just coming in to his own? thoma recalls the times they did spend together, when diluc was busy being the youngest knight the faction had ever seen; waiting up late at the winery for him to come home. whispering under pillow forts to not wake the maids. kaeya didn't indulge too often his personal shortcomings, even when they were kids, but every once in a blue moon…thoma would hear it. the longing to be as good as his brother. the desire to be favored. still just kids, thoma hadn't been sure how to help. he was struggling with his own hardships, after all. now and adult, he believes kaeya when captain says it was alright. time forever marched on, childhood crushes fizzled and withered.

but still. how lonely must kaeya have felt then? and then retainer left without much word...thoma feels a soft ache in his heart.

"i have always cherished our friendship, you know that," at least, thoma hopes the man does, "if i ever made you feel isolated, or rejected…i'm sorry. even though we were kids, i never wanted you to hurt. i…knew what that felt like. if i had known…" a pause. thoma isn't sure what to say. what would he have done had he known the truth? he was a child, the answer was hard to find. so he doesn't answer at all, not wanting to respond with something that might not have been truthful.

"i'm happy we're still friends. and i'm happy we get to be family…you don't have to worry about me, i think i'd sooner fall on my own spear than hurt diluc."

hugs from the twin, and a birthday headpat that conveniently messes up kaeya's hair.

   HAPPY AS A FUCKING BUTTON. headbutts his twin ( gently, like cat ) and pulls out of fucking thin air a bottle of the nicest, most velvety wine he could find.

   ‘ for your birthday, too! let’s enjoy today together! ‘

@ecleips: kaeya, showing up in an elsa dress: okay, one of us has to change

Chongyun can't pull off the dress nearly as well as Kaeya. So Kaeya gets to wear the Elsa dress tonight.

@ecleips​ sent: ✎ = speaking in a different language . ( perhaps he swears in khaenri'ahn a little before he remembers she's there. )  ┊ ┊ ⋆˚   send one for my muse’s reaction ( ACCEPTING )

Mona was being a bit too much today towards the cavalary captain. Getting a rise out of him here and there was becoming a favorite past time. Plus, she believed that when one is frustrated, their guard becomes wavered, making possible slip-ups. She hadn't learned much, if anything at all, from him and his speculated relation to the fallen region. However, being around him was becoming more routine, whether she learned anything or not, and it was entertaining to say the least. Or, well.. annoying him was entertaining. 

She tugged at his low ponytail, as he had done to her many times before, getting a reaction out of him. A small laugh escaped from her lips, as she couldn't help but feel childish, but that only lasted for a moment. It stopped once he mumbled words... words that she was not familiar with in the slightest. Within her travels, she's heard her fair share of languages spoken around Teyvat, but not this one. It peaked her curiosity. 

She looked over at him, an arm across her chest, as the other rested upon it. Her index finger lightly touching her chin in a pensive manner, for the dramatic effect, before pointing at him. ❝ A-ha! What was that you just said? Or should I say what language did you just use, Mr. Cavalry Captain? I'm all ears for this explanation. ❞

"Only an actual weirdo would make the second-most stupidest argument I've ever heard. Normal people don't bite others!"

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@ecleips | continued from

Albedo had had no issues with Kaeya coming to his lectures. In fact, it was a welcome change from the other two -- not that Albedo disliked either of them, it was just that neither of them really could grasp what Albedo inherently knew from five hundred years past.

Not that Kaeya is probably much better, but it's a welcome change regardless, because Kaeya genuinely seems interested. Albedo can accept this and even pass along what knowledge he himself possesses if it's beneficial to Kaeya's daily activities. There is something about the knight today that Albedo doesn't miss, however. A longing, an eagerness, maybe a drive to prove himself? It's as mysterious to Albedo as alchemy is to the common person.

Still, he presses his lips together as he considers the spoken request. It has been awhile since Albedo had practiced Khemia, since it's difficult to explain, let alone actually share with Sucrose and Timaeus. At least on a profound level.

"Er, we can go somewhere else." There's more to this request that Albedo wants to get to the bottom of, and it feels inappropriate to discuss why with an audience. "I think we're done for the day. Sucrose, Timaeus, if you don't mind-" he cuts himself off as he begins gathering his supplies and jerking his head toward the gates of Mondstadt. "Kaeya, could you come with me?"

『 ↳ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ ✧･ﾟ @ecleips​​​;

    ❝ Pardon, but do you have a moment? I was looking through the library and found a hidden book about a distant region that is no longer? Would you know anything about this? ❞