I’ve been having so much fun running my tavern in Travellers Rest! 🥧🍷🍺
Here’s my bar owner, Artie Chokehart
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you ever wonder what the inciting incident was for diluc's distaste for alcohol?
what happened between the teenager who set kaeya as lookout while he stole them a bottle of wine from crepus and the adult man who never touches it despite being a winery owner and tycoon?
did it start after crepus died, when he presumably took over for him at angel's share? when he served patrons at night, did he see for the first time what it does to people who consume it without restraint? when he sees his father's wine used as a friend, lover, and executioner?
or did it start when he saw how kaeya uses it, burying his pain and grief, while his brother is forced to watch? is it just another obstacle between them as kaeya drinks to forget? as he sends his little brother home in a daze, so drunk he calls him D by mistake?
or did he once drink to forget himself, with a cold bottle on a lifeless, frozen mountain? did he crave the numbness of not feeling at all, the world reduced to white noise? did he wake up half-dead in the snow, not knowing whether he was alive or not and realizing he didn't care?
there's so much unanswered about the sudden switch from his attitude as a child about alcohol to as an adult and i have a feeling it's because diluc associates it with grief. the taste of it, to him, is a face he cannot remember anymore, the features blurry with age, and a time he wishes he could forget, etched in blood.
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For someone who is shoeless, largely covered in blood, and spends most of their time in different shapes, Orin takes very good care of her hair. It’s so long and impractical, meticulously braided and accessorized. After spending a lifetime being called a faceless monster by the public and less than enough by her kin, perhaps it’s the only part of herself she really feels is worth cherishing.
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A cute cat bath plug. For anyone wondering, moggy is British slang for a mixed breed/non-pedigree cat.
A glitter nightmare champagne flute with boobs.
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