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@holyfiends :  [ comfort ] sender comforts receiver when they are upset / crying [ offering u scara giving the most awkward attempts at patting adri's back from 10 ft away ]  →  prompt

he  doesn’t  follow  them  out  here  often,  in  the  gardens.  any  other  day,  adrian  could  probably  work  out  here  for  hours  without  hearing  so  much  of  a  peep  from  him  inside  the  house.  but  today,  of  course,  or  rather  tonight  —  as  the  sun  has  dipped  below  the  horizon  —  as  they  sit  on  one  of  the  garden’s  stone  benches,  they  hear  the  sound  of  footsteps  approaching.  by  the  time  scaramouche  stands  before  them,  adrian  has  at  least  has  the  chance  to  wipe  away  any  traces  of  tears.  but  the  look  of  discomfort  that  makes  its  way  onto  the  harbinger’s  face  says  it  all.  he  knows.  and  adrian  sighs,  sees  no  reason  in  pretending  everything  is  fine.

their  head  lowers,  unable  to  look  him  in  the  eye.  he’s  not  supposed  to  see  them  like this.  no  one  is.  they  are  infallible.  they  have  to  be.  they  are  a  god,  deep  down.  but  perhaps  it’s  because  they’ve  spent  so  much  time  among  mortals  that  they  feel  just  as  they  do.  adrian  doesn’t  realize  more  tears  have  fallen  until  a  tentative  hand  is  suddenly  at  their  back,  patting  gingerly.  at  times  with  an  awkward  rhythm  and  other  times  withdrawing  only  to  stiffly  return  —  as  if  uncertain  what  it  should  do  next.

and  adrian  lets  out  a  breath  of  amusement.  they  wipe  at  their  cheeks  again,  the  sound  turning  into  a  bout  of  warm  laughter.  it’s  such  a  simple  gesture,  and  clumsy  too,  but  it’s  enough  to  turn  tears  of  sorrow  into  joy.  seeing  first - hand  that  all  of  their  efforts,  all  of  the  love  and  patience  they’ve  given  to others,  it  isn’t  all  in  vain.  it’s  good  to  be  reminded  every  now  and  again.

“  i  must  look  a  mess  if  even  you  feel  this  much  concern  for  me.  ”    they  laugh,  making  themself  more  presentable  before  finally  turning  to  face  the  other.    “  i’ll  be  fine  though.  thanks  to  you.  now,  what  was  it  you  were  yelling  about  this  time ?  we  really  ought  to  work  on  managing  that  anger  of  yours  one  of  these  days,  hm ?  ”    they  smile,  fond  and  playful.

MISSING YOUR CRYPTID ASS

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, ❝   you were magnificent, you know that?   ❞ ( from kaveh they r besties i do not make the rules 😩💞 )

the land of wisdom is unforgiving. hana had learned from the academics in ritou how knowledge could be much more valuable than mora, and despite her best efforts to keep their advice in mind when wandering through sumeru city, it soon became an impossible task. so when the scholar, upon overhearing their conversation, decided to challenge her wits on inazuma's flora she didn't hesitate.

she's well aware that her debate skills need improvement, mind too easily distracted and prone to going off on unrelated tangents. but had the scholar not taken a subtle jab at her very heritage maybe she would've been less adamant about winning [ though she did like a bit of friendly competition sometimes ] / hana lets the adrenaline of the moment be blamed for this one. besides, she didn't want to appear too uneducated in front of her evening companion. perhaps under the influence of the nation's archon reaching her through the dendro vision attached to her clothes, or in a simple matter of pride.

❝ you flatter me. i didn't do much. ❞ the achievement seems knuckle-headed compared to his much more refined abilities, yet it feels oddly satisfying. ❝ hey, can we . . . go somewhere quieter? i feel like i'm gonna explode if i don't get out of here. ❞

@holyfiends, dragon age: absolution.

    “  like  you,  i  will  be  on  this  earth  for  a  very  long  time.  ”    the  ghost  of  a  smile,  gentle  and  equally  wistful,  makes  itself  present  as  they  settle  down  beside  kunikuzushi.    “  mondstadt  may  not  be  your  first  choice,  but  you  can  always  have  a  home  here  to  return  to.  ”    @holyfiends

❛ Of course not. I only want to talk: is that much allowed? ❜

@holyfiends ◈ starter call.

Give kiss to Estinien aha jk….. unless?

vivi answers ancient asks & cannot link them .

"you are scared" estinien says, arms crossed and watching the warrior of light stalk the room up and down. "no, I am angry!" they hiss. they sit down, if only for a moment before jumping back up. they cannot stand still. it is one of those nights where things did not want to settle, where their thoughts raced each other until it all became a whirlpool dragging them down.

finally their shoulders drop and soon their head follows. amaya raises their hands, staring at them "...how do you do it" they suddenly whisper and look up, blue eyes filled with tears that they still try to fight back. "you carry... so much on your shoulders. ishgard's safety and nidhogg's eye - how do you not crumble?" the raen's voice breaks and with it the last bit of tension in their body.

they sit down on the chair they had just jumped up from as they bury their head in their hands. they still do not cry but they do shake. "I don't want alphinaud and tataru to see me like this but... I am terrified, estinien. everyone says 'm some sort of champion but all I did was getting lucky in not being killed, that's all there is to it! and they all put their hopes in me and look where that got them! I don't even know where the scions are..." they are not like the dragoon, someone who had skills that made them invaluable. if they could learn to be like him even if just for a moment... maybe things would be different then. maybe things wouldn't be a disaster.

"I just want... all that pressure to stop" they admit and when they look back at him, they flinch. perhaps it is their tired imagination but for one moment they feel like they can see pity in his eyes. they do not want to be pitied.

they take a deep breath and stand up, walking towards estinien and suddenly tugging him down to press a kiss to his lips "now you are being stupid" he says and amaya shrugs.

"maybe. guess I hoped you would not mind me being stupid" but who would like being used as a distraction. they take a step or two back, now very much avoiding looking at the dragoon "...sorry. I'll leave I... I should not have come to you with this in the first place. it's not your problem to deal with"