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yyyuyuyu · 5 days

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summary: you wanted to paint a still life with fruit, but you didn't have one. Fortunately, Kajii generously lent you some lemons.

Several bright yellow lemons, each of which looks perfectly ripe and shiny, lie on a white, translucent fabric. The surface is slightly dented, in some places it has a yellow tint, probably due to the fruit reflex. Slightly to the right of the fabric, an elegant crystal vase filled with several white roses rises to the ceiling. The soft, pale petals of the flower contrast with the bright color of the lemons lying on the translucent fabric. An ideal composition worthy of being baked on canvas.

Your hand hovers over the white canvas, painting bright spots of yellow shades. The brush glides over the surface, capturing the texture and shape of the fruit with a few quick, concise strokes, the perfect shape that you were trying to convey.

The lemons were teardrop-shaped and had a small size, which made them easily fit in your hand. Their bright yellow color, which looks so warm and light, attracts attention, and their warm color contrasts with their sour taste, which not everyone likes. You've never been a fan of lemon as a fruit, but you don't mind its taste, taking it for granted. That was the case, at least until your meeting with Motojirou Kajii.

To your displeasure, you had to work with him at that time, which is why you were “honored” to listen to his tirades, which made no sense to you. He spoke a lot, expressively, shouting out some words like a madman. He was talking about death, God, science, and lemon bombs. He talked so much that you almost got the impression that he was one of those people who simply did not have regular listeners, which is why he had to tell his conclusions quite casually to the person who happened to work with him. The only thing that seemed remotely interesting to you was his talk about something as unassuming as the shape of a lemon. His obsession with this topic was at least peculiar, but you decided that it was not for you to judge. From his tirade, you especially remember the phrase that the shape of the lemon was perfect. You didn't understand why it was perfect, but you left it as it is.

Moving forward to the present time, you still don't understand why, but you agree with him on this. In the time that has passed since your first meeting, you have surprisingly managed to get along. Despite his eccentricity, he is not so bad, especially as a conversationalist, although his love of explosions seems to be... A little too much. As much as it can be said about a person who is in the mafia. Bright, explosive and loud. This is how he seemed to you then, and this is how you know him now, with the only difference being that now these qualities do not seem to you as bad as they were at that time.

Your thoughts are interrupted with the last stroke of the brush. The painting is finished. The contrast between white flowers and lemons is pronounced, the translucent fabric underneath looks the same as in reality. Lemons on canvas look bright and lively, as if you can stretch out your hand and you can feel their texture.

For a moment, you will be lost in thought again, thinking about the fact that you have never had conversations about art with Motojirou. You're not entirely sure of his opinion about fine art, given that he doesn't give the impression of being passionate about it. Nevertheless, you put the painting in a wooden frame, wrap it with film so as not to damage it during carrying, and prepare to hand it over to Kajii.

Let it be a kind of thank-you gift for lending you some lemons for your still life.

#drabble …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ...#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #motojirou kajii x reader #bsd imagines #character x reader #bsd x y/n

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yyyuyuyu · 5 months

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Masterlist !!

Bsd. . . . .

✧ Fyodor and darling who “doesn't” want to leave him.

✧ Fyodor and punishment.

Genshin impact. . . . .

✧ Albedo and darling who doesn't like him very much.

✧ Albedo and darling with a vision.

#masterlist …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ...

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yyyuyuyu · 7 months

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if you don’t mind, may I request a story surrounding yan Fyodor and a partner that knows there being manipulated, yet still sticks with him because the other option is loneliness and feelings of social alienation? He’s such an interesting character, I know he’s toxic as hell but if so why ethereal and pookie like?

You don't remember the last time you left the house. Days, weeks and months have merged for you into a continuous feeling that you have been here for years.

Ever since you started a relationship with Fyodor, you felt that there was something wrong with it. It's not that he didn't love you and lied, but rather in his manifestation of love. Sometimes you had the feeling that your lover has a very distorted idea of love. It seems he believes that love involves controlling and manipulating you, and believes that his behavior can be justified as a way to demonstrate his affection and care for you. He has repeatedly told you that he protects you from the filth of the outside world, manipulating your mind so that you believe that he is really your protector and savior.

“I know what's best for you.”

It makes you constantly doubt yourself and feel that you can't trust your own judgment. You question your place in the world and your ability to make decisions.

But even so, you couldn't find the strength to part with it. And it's not just your mixed feelings for him that have dragged you in like a swamp and you can't get out. The fact is that during your relationship, Fyodor managed to penetrate deep into your heart and mind, taking root, and now exerting a huge influence on your life, whether you wanted it or not. And the very first question that you ask yourself when considering the option of parting with Fyodor is

“what will happen to you if Fyodor leaves your life?”

No one will protect and take care of you like Fyodor. Without it, overwhelming and upsetting loneliness awaits you. Here, the fact of the constant feeling of being unable to establish contact with other people plays a role, making you feel that you do not fit into society, that you have no purpose or individuality, because you are unable to participate in society and form meaningful relationships. And all this will be accompanied by a sense of worthlessness and shame due to the inability to satisfy this need for communication. You feel a sense of helplessness and powerlessness, it seems to you that you have to put up with Fyodor's manipulations in order to have at least some social interaction.

Therefore, your plans to leave Fyodor, alas, will never be realized.

You know you're being manipulated, but you put up with it. The thought that you will be left alone, ostracized by other people who are not Fyodor, terrifies you. You feel weak, insecure, and doubt your ability to make your own choices. You feel helpless, a puppet dancing on someone else's strings. But loneliness is even worse, so you put up with manipulation, knowing that at least there will be someone in your life. This feeling is exhausting, draining, and you wonder if you will ever be able to get rid of it. But while you are sitting on the sofa, leaning on Fyodor, while he is reading a book aloud to you, and while you hear his voice echoing in your head, you can pretend that everything is fine. You can abandon your opinion and plans, perhaps even lying to yourself, pretend that your relationship with him is absolutely normal and let him love you. And as long as you are ready to play the role of a loving partner, everything is fine.

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Prayer for forgiveness || fyodor d.

⚘” Tw: Yandere behavior, toxic relationships, violence, breaking bones, blood, mention of punishment and escape.”

You have been here for several hours. In this room, thick stone walls form a square space. Despite the fact that the room has a rather large area, it still seems cramped for some reason. There is a certain dampness in the air that you can almost feel on your skin, and a coolness that gives you goosebumps. There is a feeling in the air that you are being watched from outside, even if you know that the door is locked. When the air circulates, a light breeze picks up dust particles that hang in the air, impairing visibility. From time to time, the floorboards seem to creak slightly with every step, as if the room is breathing. There is a feeling of awkwardness in the air, as if the room has witnessed dark deeds and terrible secrets and is about to become again. You feel tense, terrified in the face of what may or may not happen. The paralyzing fear of not knowing what will happen next. The feeling of complete helplessness and despair from not knowing whether the pain and suffering will end, and if so, how, is overwhelming for you.

You can hear the key turning in the keyhole and the iron door slowly opens, making an ear-piercing creak that breaks the silence. A man enters the room.

The man's black hair falls over his shoulders, he is wearing his usual white shirt and trousers, his attire contrasts sharply with the gray stone walls and dim lighting. You notice that he is missing his hat and cloak, and in his hand is an axe, the blade of which glitters even in dim light. His violet eyes reflect the dimness of the damp room, his gaze is cold and unshakable when he enters. His expression is motionless and stoic as he looks you over with a mixture of curiosity and condescension. When he enters a room, there is something unsettling in the way he behaves, moving with quick purposefulness and quiet calmness. There is no anger or malice in his behavior now, on the contrary, he is calm as always, but this does not make it easier for you. Knowing him, his calmness does not necessarily indicate something good. But not that you have a choice: you can only hope and pray that he will be a little more lenient with you today. After all, not one of your escape attempts went unnoticed by him.

Slowly he approaches you, the floorboards creak under his feet. The only thing you can hear besides your breathing.

“Do you have something to say, ангел мой?”

Fyodor's voice is heard throughout the room, echoing softly. His voice does not sound irritated or angry, on the contrary, he is calm, but even so there is disappointment in you in his voice, as if he is a parent and you are a naughty child. You almost feel guilty, but you quickly pull yourself together, lowering your eyes to the floor. You can't let the sight of his eyes, which speak of his discontent and disappointment in you, affect your desire to get out of here or even make you feel guilty. But you know that his patience, like that of any other person, has limits. You cannot show him that you will try to escape many more times until you finally succeed. Although, it doesn't seem like your hiding future escape attempts matters. After all, he is far from stupid, he knows you too well, one might say, even better than you know yourself, so your plans are obvious to him. You both know that. But for the sake of your own safety, you are still acting more secretive in this regard.

In the dim light, you are kneeling with your head bowed. Words of apology are coming out of your mouth. Your voice trembles slightly, but you are determined, if not to avoid, then at least try to mitigate your punishment when you ask for his forgiveness. Your appearance speaks at the moment about what he likes so much: submission and obedience. He undoubtedly loves you, at least he wants you to think so, even with your protests against him and stupid decisions to escape. No matter how funny and interesting it is for him to watch your attempts to do something with your position, sooner or later he gets tired of it. And the only thing that remains loved by him is your submission in moments of despair, when the only thing you can do is to accept his love for you for a moment.

You look up for a moment to notice that now your submission does not seem to have any effect on him: there is not a shadow of a smile on his face, nor that sparkle in his eyes that would appear as a sign of a small victory in his favor. Fyodor's face is still calm, and the look, though not clear, but definitely does not bode well for you. You're not sure if he listened to your apology or missed it or not.

There is a tense silence in the room. The only sounds you hear are your breathing and the soft whistling sound from the light bulb that dimly illuminates this room.

“Pray to God for forgiveness for me. Pray to him for forgiveness of what I'm going to do next.”

These words confuse you, further instilling in you feelings of fear and anxiety. You feel a burning sensation in your chest as your anxiety grows along with a growing sense of impending judgment. It seems to you that the air itself has become heavier and harder to breathe, your heart is beating harder with every second while you struggle with the feeling of anxiety and fear that you are experiencing. He does not offer you forgiveness for your misdeeds, he does not become a little more condescending, as if he is completely deaf to your words. The axe blade in his hand glitters ominously in the dimly lit room. You have no choice - you start to say a prayer.

You are trying to focus on your prayers, but the tension and fear you are experiencing is distracting. Your forehead and eyes are narrowed in concentration, but your breathing is shallow and your thoughts are scattered. Your hands are tightly clenched, almost to the point of pain, in an attempt to focus your thoughts and feelings on prayer. You try not to confuse and pronounce the words of the prayer, but the tension that you are experiencing makes it difficult, and you find that your thoughts switch to other problems, to what awaits you after this prayer. But to some extent, the fear that your punishment may be worse if you do not pray to God for forgiveness correctly overpowers you, forcing you to force, but pronounce the words through a trembling voice. The minutes of prayer that would normally seem long to you now seem too fast: you don't want time to pass quickly. You don't want to know what Fedor will do next.

But the last words of prayer sound, falling from your lips, before silence comes. Opening your eyes, your gaze focuses on him and the axe in his hand. You know that the axe will be used against you, but a plea for salvation, mercy or forgiveness will not do anything: the human mind is not subject to God. Therefore, the only thing he can do is to observe how a human commits sin again.

His thin hands wrap around the handle of the axe, but turn it with the blunt side towards you. You look up at Fyodor's face and follow where his gaze fell. Perhaps it was a mistake: your gaze leads you to your feet.

The sound of a breaking bone is heard sharply in the room, mixed with your cry of pain. Fyodor hits your leg with all his might with the blunt side of the axe, crushing the leg. But he doesn't stop at one thing, striking again. There is your blood on the axe, which flows down it and drops into the already formed pool of blood under your feet. A few blows are enough to shatter your legs to smithereens. You feel a burning pain, a nagging sensation that spreads from the fracture site up the leg. Each twitch or movement is accompanied by a stab of pain. It seems to you that you feel the bones rubbing against each other under the skin, which causes a feeling of nausea. Breathing is shallow to avoid torso movement and further aggravation of the fracture. From the pain you have a noise in your ears that covers all sounds, vision becomes blurred due to the number of tears that flow out of your eyes. Your thoughts are racing between ruined escape plans and unbearable pain. You don't know which of these is more painful to realize: that your legs were broken by Fyodor or that you can no longer escape from here.

While your mind is feverishly thinking, you don't notice that Fyodor has knelt down to be on the same level with you and is quietly cradling you in his arms, a rare moment of physical affection. He whispers something to you, but you can't make it out because of the noise in your ears, your body is shaking, you still feel a lot of pain.

Your head is resting on his chest, your gaze is directed into the void. You don't want to look at your feet: you know that you obviously won't like what you see there. Slowly shifting your half-blurred gaze to him, you see his face frozen in an expression of fake sympathy, but looking into his eyes you can see satisfaction in them. You can only pray that he doesn't leave you here.

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yyyuyuyu · 1 year

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LOOKS AND SMILES. || Albedo

⚘❞Tw: Yandere behavior, the reader has some obsessive thoughts.❞

To be honest, you didn't really like Albedo. If you were to say this to someone, they would think that the reason was that your alchemical merit pales in comparison to Albedo. That's probably why you kept your thoughts to yourself. Maybe they would be right? Or maybe your tension was justified?

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Albedo was undoubtedly a smart, polite, kind and talented guy, but his gaze sometimes strained you. Such a look was not directed only at you, of course, but it did not get any better. Something in his appearance, in his look and smile, made you think that he was not a man at all, but rather something artificial. And the more you caught yourself thinking that something was wrong with Albedo, the more uncomfortable you became. You felt wrong thinking about it. It's not his fault that he's better than you. But no matter how hard you try to forget it and switch to something else, it doesn't work. It doesn't help that you've started seeing Albedo more and more often. His calm, soft voice greets you, his lips curl in their usual light smile. You chat with him for a bit before he smiles at you and walks away again, leaving you with even more thoughts about him.

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You are not stupid, you understand that something is wrong: Albedo rarely appears in the city, preferring to sit in his laboratory on the Dragonspine. But if an explanation can be found for this, then there is no sudden appearance of it. Thinking about it, you remember how you returned to Mondstadt, walking along the snow-covered road of the Dragonspine. Turning your head to the side, you see the Albedo in the distance. He is standing and it seems that his gaze is fixed on you. Pretending that you didn't see him, you continue on your way to the city. Already walking through the streets, you meet Albedo there. How did he manage to get to Mondstadt so quickly if you literally saw him in the distance on the Dragonspine? In fact, you actually asked him about it. You don't remember what he said, his words seem like white noise in your head, but you remember his intense look, as if you said something you shouldn't have said. But there was still a smile on his face.

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Some time has passed, no matter what you do, your thoughts still return to Albedo, in addition, you are communicating with him more and more often. But if he used to ask questions about your success in alchemy, now they are becoming more personal. He asks you about your well-being, your thoughts about certain topics that do not relate to alchemy, your attitude to other people, your favorite things, dishes, and many other questions. Out of politeness, you answer all his questions, share your opinion, not forgetting to ask him. He answers in a detailed and clear manner, as if he is always ready for what you ask him. After one of those short conversations, he invited you to help him with an alchemical experiment, to which you nod in agreement. There is no tension in his gaze, a smile slips across his face. Perhaps this is your chance to get to know him more. Maybe this will help you get rid of obsessive thoughts about the wrongness of the Albedo.

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You still helped him with that experiment. Well, actually, most of the time you were just talking to him, serving certain ingredients and flasks. But it's not that important, you think. After that day, he increasingly invited you to help him. And by "help" he meant just sitting by the fire so as not to freeze, answering his questions about you while he was circling around, writing something down, mixing or making. You find it a little strange, but you don't attach any importance to it. Maybe he's just shy to say directly that he just wants to spend time with you? After all, he is the same person as you, and people tend to be shy, right? You push this thought aside, focusing on Albedo and his voice. You listen as he tells you about his younger sister, about his favorite food. Paying attention to his look and smile, you catch yourself thinking that you were wrong about him.

˗ˏˋ♡ˎˊ˗

Your thoughts are no longer occupied with Albedo. But you start seeing him more often than any of your friends and family. Together with him, you are on the Dragonspine, which you visit every day, spending several hours there until it gets dark. But even then you don't leave because Albedo assures you that it's dangerous. By agreeing with him, you stay. And this happens several times until you and Albedo decide it's time to return to the city. In fact, you wouldn't even notice how much time you spend there with him until one of your friends points it out to you. When you realize this, you decide to limit your time with him. When you meet Albedo in the city, you tell him that you will not be able to visit him as often as before. He nods to you, saying that he understands. A slightly strained smile plays on his face, his gaze is tense, as it seemed to you once. You don't pay attention to it, believing that it just seems to you.

˗ˏˋ♡ˎˊ˗

Life goes on as usual. Your thoughts return to Albedo from time to time. You can't help but think about him and how wrong you were about him. You feel bad for thinking that way about him. During the time that you spent together, you got to know him better. He no longer seems inhuman to you. Thinking about him, you realize that the people around you were right about his correctness. But you haven't seen him lately. Usually, you meet with him several times a week, but about two weeks have passed since your last meeting in the city. Perhaps he's busy, you think, trying to focus on your alchemical knowledge: you've even forgotten the last time you actually did alchemy.

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You have returned to your normal life, doing alchemy, as it was before you met Albedo. Recently, you have started to worry a little about him: you have not seen or visited him for almost a month, during all this time he has never been in town. He's probably busy, which is why he wasn't here, or maybe he just doesn't want to, because, as you remember, he prefers to be on Dragonspine. You think a little and decide to visit him, already wearing warm clothes for a cold climate. You take a look at your belongings before closing the door and heading to Dragonspine.

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Already sitting near the fire to warm up, you communicate with Albedo. He asks you about why you haven't visited him, what you've been doing all this time. You answer by asking him answering questions such as what he has been doing all this time, how he feels. It was a casual conversation, his smile seemed a little warmer than usual, but the gaze fixed on you is still full of tension. He's probably always like this, you think, smiling back at him. He gives you a cup of hot tea while continuing to talk to you. He seems happy.

˗ˏˋ♡ˎˊ˗

A cup of tea has been drunk for a long time and is on his table. You feel your strength leaving you, your vision becomes hazy, and your body weak. Albedo is closer to you, holding you so that you don't fall. You hear him asking you how you feel. The last thing you see before you plunge into darkness is Albedo's smile, which is wider than usual, and the inanimate look of his eyes filled with satisfaction.

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yyyuyuyu · 1 year

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Hi.👋🏻

If you are taking requests, do you mind if I ask for a prompt or headcanon with a Yandere Albedo with a darling with just came back from a reasearch trip with a vision?

(Sorry if this sounds to demanding, this was rhe only translation to english that my brain could come up with, and sorry if I acidentaly broke one of your rules)

Have a good day/night, and continue to follow your dreams no matter the work.

~Anon🌙

DARLING GETS A VISION. || Albedo.

It's been a while since you left. Time drags slowly, so much so that Albedo begins to think that your should not have let go. What if something happened to you? An attack by the Order of the Abyss? Injury by negligence? Oh, but sweet sweet you. That spark and aspiration that he saw in your eyes. You wanted to go on a research trip. And what was your happiness when, after some persuasion, he agreed to let you go. Albedo doesn't know why he decided to do this. Maybe it's your happy smile when you were able to convince him that you can stand up for yourself. Or maybe the fact is that if something happens to you, he will have a reason to be around under the pretext of protection. He knows it sounds wrong, but can you blame him? After all, you don't have a vision. And while your fighting skills are commendable, you won't be able to defend yourself with them alone.

Walking through the streets of Mondstadt, Albedo hears a voice calling him. Turning his head, he sees you running towards him, waving your hand as a greeting. His gaze slides over your figure, trying to find any injuries. Not finding it, he was ready to breathe a sigh of relief, but his attention was attracted by something slightly glowing on your bag.

Pyro vision.

Albedo is not sure what he should feel. You look so happy talking about how you got a vision.

“Now I'll be able to go on research expeditions or even travel more often, and you won't have to worry about me!”

At this phrase, a chill went through his artificial skin. This is definitely not the result he expected. It took him some time and effort to get close to you so much that you voluntarily stayed with him on Dragonspine, and did not visit him occasionally, as you did before. And now all this can become in vain, just because you now have a vision?

Smiling gently, he says that he is happy for you. During your monologue, you mention that you saw a traveler who recently returned from Inazuma. In less than a minute, a solution appears in Albedo's head.

It is probably worth asking the traveler about the withdrawal of the vision.

I'm sorry it took so long!

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

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yyyuyuyu · 2 years

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﹏﹏﹏ „The Land of Dreams” ﹏﹏﹏﹏

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⊹ chapter 1. “A stormy beginning”

│ Yandere!G.impact x Fem!Reader

│ tw: mention of death(?)

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There is nothing surprising in the fact that the trip went quickly and unnoticed for you. After all, time is fleeting. Mora comes and goes, some friends are replaced by others, the old love dies, giving way to a new one. Losses, it would seem, cannot be avoided even when it comes to the main value in a person's life – time. Time does not wait for a person. What happened yesterday is already history. What will happen tomorrow is not given to anyone to know. Usually people don't think about it, and, in fact, you haven't really thought about it either.

And now you are already standing in the harbor of Liue. The sun has not yet set, but the stars are already going out in the sky, first the dimest and smallest, followed by brighter ones, and the moon dissolves into the milky whiteness of the sky.

“Truly a beautiful sight,” you think, looking at the sky.

Your thoughts are interrupted: the noise does not allow you to immerse yourself too much in your thoughts. Despite the earlier morning, it is still noisy and crowded. The harbor was bustling with life, people hurried about their business. Looking at them, you involuntarily recall your “journey" through Teyvat. Initially, your plans included the first visit to Mondstadt - the famous city of freedom and songs. And although you were not a bard, where else would your stories and fairy tales be appropriate. But now you are still in Liue, and the reason for that was the Ceremony of Descent. Every year on this day, Rex Lapis bestows his prophecy on this land, giving instructions on the economic path that Liue should follow in the coming year. “This doesn't happen every day. When will I have another opportunity to witness this event?” - you think.

And so, with a quiet and smooth gait, you go to the Yujing Terrace.

Making your way through the crowd and trying not to hurt anyone, you pass to the front rows. Your (e/c) eyes slide over the people standing there until they stop at a tall woman with long blond hair standing in the center with two other girls. She stares at the bright sun for a moment, then holds her hands out in front of her, making a solemn speech. When she finishes, she does something with her geo vision, which causes a golden ray of light to rush into the sky.

“How fascinating..” - you think, watching her actions. It seemed that you had seen before how people used their visions, but despite this, you do not cease to admire.

But your admiration is interrupted. The heavens are covered with dark clouds, and a dragon falls to the ground with a characteristic loud sound. Everything happens too abruptly and quickly: people whisper in anxiety, the woman who spoke a solemn speech approaches the dragon's body and you realize everything that is happening.

Rex Lapis is dead.

You feel anxious and fearful. How can this happen? Why? A lot of questions fill your head, and you start to feel even more anxious. Taking a deep breath, you try to drive away all thoughts and pay attention to your surroundings. It seems that those present who were in the front rows are being interrogated now. Not wanting to have any accusations and questions in your direction, you try to carefully leave the terrace. Involuntarily, not far from you, you notice two people who, like you, are apparently trying to leave. They were a guy with blond hair braided in a braid, and a flying girl with white hair and a halo on her head. The clothes of both looked unfamiliar to you, so you assumed that they were not from Liue, but simply arrived here as tourists or travelers.

Unfortunately for you and these two people, the guy steps on something that makes a sound that attracts milleliths to all of you. Your first reaction is to run. Maybe not the most reasonable reaction, you think, but the most obvious. You run as fast as possible, trying once again not to catch the eye of other milleliths. Your “friends in misfortune”, as you mentally called them, follow your example by running away. But no matter how fast you and they run, there are too many milleliths, which leads to the fact that you are surrounded. Your head is filled with different thoughts again, but before you have time to give up, a mysterious person appears, which "saves" you and travelers from millelites.

“Ha.. What unexpected twists of fate..” - you mumble while straightening your hair and trying to catch your breath after an intense run. You are definitely not used to running around, considering that your life is usually much more peaceful.

“Phew.. Paimon is tired!” - putting his hand on his head, says the girl, who, apparently, is called Paimon.

“Tell me, what muscles are strained during flight?”, her companion asks, looking at her calmly.

You watch their dialogue, having a little fun. It seems like a pleasant change compared to what you experienced a moment ago. Having finished their banter, they turn to the “savior”. Now that the danger has passed, you were able to get a better look at him: he was a tall young man with blue eyes, red hair and a red mask on his head. His clothes were mostly gray shades, a red scarf hung around his neck, and a hydro vision was present on his belt. His face seemed vaguely familiar to you, although you couldn't remember exactly who he was or where you saw him. Paimon asks him about who he is.

“Call me Childe”, he replies.

Well, now you understand why he seemed familiar to you. His name is really known among the people of Snezhnaya.

Childe Tartaglia, The Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

You have seen him several times with, as you assumed, his younger brothers and sisters, during your performances in Snezhnaya. Sometimes you noticed him alone. Alone, he seems more cold and gloomy than with his family. But this is highly expected, given his status. Although, no matter who he is with, his presence is worry. It's not that you are against the harbingers of fatui - in fact, you don't care about them, but you would feel uncomfortable in their presence. People with such power and authority, besides being close to the Tsaritsa, could easily erase you or anyone else from the face of Teyvat. It's disturbing.

But fate is similar to the wheel of fortune, you never know what awaits you next, right? That is why you are now standing in front of the harbinger that pulled you out of trouble a few minutes ago.

“Hey! Are you all right? Can you hear us?”

You interrupted your thoughts because of Paimon's exclamations. You seem to have missed everything they were talking about.

“I'm sorry, I think I was too immersed in the depths of my thoughts”, you assure in a calm voice, closing your eyes and slightly bowing your head as an apology.

Three pairs of eyes drill holes in you before Paimon asks you who you are.

“[Name] [Surname], the storyteller from Snezhnaya. Nice to meet you.”

“That's how, no wonder you seemed familiar to me. Well, nice to meet you too.” - Childe declares, smiling. His empty blue eyes are fixed on you.

“Paimon's name is Paimon, and this is Aether. We are both travelers!” says Paimon, pointing first to himself and then to his companion, who smiles at you in a friendly way.

Mentally memorizing their names, you smile and nod back at them. “What friendly people" - you think. Childe briefly retells for you what he said earlier, gives Aether sigils of permission, and tells him and you to go and look for adepts. You don't know why fate has turned out this way, but you are glad that now at least you are not alone.

As you leave with your new companions, you listen to Paimon talk about her and Aether's adventure. You are too focused on their story to feel the eyes fixed on you from behind.

I apologize for the long wait, ehe. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you in the next chapter. 👁️

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