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#yes. this is in fact referencing rin's ebg lol
throwaway-yandere · 1 year
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To my dear penpal
Happy Irodori Festival! Apologies if this letter reaches you after it (which in case, Good day!), the post office where i’m sending this from has some issues with delivering letters.
So, how are you? Anything else on your mind? You have a significant other? Someone else? Well, seeing as this letter isnt…instant, i’ll tell you about mine.
Within this April, I am going to get…faux-engaged, i suppose. Quite a huge prank by my friends there, and I agreed because why the hell not, it won’t hurt anybody, right? They even got the dresses and venues and everything.
The guy i’m gonna get “engaged” to is an…interesting person. We don’t know where he came from, but somehow he got along with a friend and boom, he’s in our group. It’s more like he’s hostaged, but I digress. Anyway, that’s a long enough letter.
Do reply quickly, will you? It’s a long time before I recieve your reply.
Sincerely,
Luthien
cw: implied character deaths, manipulative behavior
From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event
✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!
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"Calx" tucked the letter inside an envelope and sealed it shut. 
At first, he had trouble making the letter secure, but fortunately, the blonde's assistant left a substance that increased the flexibility of any liquid molecules to make them behave similarly to glue upon contact. For once after a year or so, he praised Timaeus's genius. It saved him enough trouble from confrontations.
He needed to lay low for now. He had to stay in Dragonspine for a few days or else.
"Albedo! Albedo!" 
"Calx" froze.
"Albedo, Klee got the new pink crayons from Master Jean! I can start drawing hearts now!!!" The little elf cheered, waving it near his coat like a show-and-tell. "Please, pleeaase let me draw? Klee wants to be Lootheen's friend too, hee-hee!"
"Calx" sighed, annoyed, but there were no non-verbal cues to indicate those emotions.
He ruffled her hair robotically.
"Child, I've already sealed it. All that's left is to deliver the letter."
...
"Y-You're not Albedo..." Klee spoke, her voice bordering on a whimper. 
"W-Where's Albedo? Where's my brother?"
"What are you talking about, Klee?" "Calx" replied nonchalantly. "Your brother is right here. Shall I extract my own 'DNA' samples to prove it?"
"YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER!!" 
Klee yelled immediately, drawing out strikes against "Calx"'s legs, but he barely moved.
"THE REAL ALBEDO WOULDN'T CALL KLEE "CHILD"- HE WOULD CALL KLEE: "KLEE"!!! GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!!!"
"Albedo" sighed.
With admirable swiftness, he snatched both of Klee's small yet deadly wrists and knelt to her height. His expression remained stoic, similar to how a patient daycare teacher would deal with a child's tantrums on a difficult day. 
But such an act of kindness did not reach the cold glint in his eyes.
"Klee's a big girl now, you have the freedom to follow him. You're willing to find out where your brother is, right?"
Klee nodded, face contorted in childish yet reasonable anger.
Dorian gave her a small and merciful smile.
"Then why don't you come with me? There's a statue of the seven near a cliff here. Let's ask Lord Barbatos for his guidance."
If he could laugh, he would.
As if he ever needed an Archon's guidance for anything. He knows where this child's "brother" is,
and he knows exactly where you are too, "Luthien." The faulty post office essentially confirms it.
"Where is he? Where's Albedo?"
Dorian watched as Klee survey Dragonspine's terrain near Barbatos' statue. She inched closer to the edge, squinting her eyes as though she'd find him.
"Why don't you lean in closer? Let me help you."
"Okay..."
The chalk raised his hands and gave her one gentle and friendly push.
...
No matter how much a body weighs, it sounds so much softer when landing on thick snow from afar. Then again, maybe it's just the Anemo Archon's blessing that he did not hear her screams. After all:
Let the wind lead.
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