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ᅟ ͟..ᅟ་ ᅟФлинс.
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best of him, the lightkeeper steps into the edge of the firelight. he speaks only when his presence is acknowledged, in a hushed tone. )
a poor night for rest? or has something kept you awake at this hour, sir lohen?
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business with the expedition crew. rather, his usual patrol led him to the outskirts of their encampment. )
hm ..
( to his surprise, he finds a lone figure awake at such an hour——and not a drunkard, either. curiousity getting the ˖
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( nightfall in nod krai was a curious thing; one could never be too sure what may stumble upon them within the heavy mists & lingering frost, and thus one should always be careful. fortunately for the knights, flins had no real ˖
ᅟ* ̲ 𓉸ྀྀ . .͟▌ᅟ ⃰ 𝚕𝑜̸̈ͯ̈ₕ 𝓮͟ 𝔫 . ⃕ ♱@wornsoath
@lucemkeeper / sniffles would u.. pic..k.. one...
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/ flins and anastasya make me so... ourghhh my demons... a lighthouse doesn't choose what it watches over. it simply keeps its light burning regardless of what does and doesnt cross its sea.... theres smthn there i will gnaw on eventually
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old habit. even old lighthouses will still offer their watchful gaze to the sea, even after the ships have found another harbour.
( just like how his azure flame had watched over her, for a time. but he offers no further explanation. )
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settled on her shoulder, then lower to the air beside her waist——terribly empty, that space now sits. a throne could never replace kin & comfort. when his gaze returns to her face, his expression remains gentle. )
merely a force of ˖
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( and there it is——that measured distance. he had expected the frost, the measured cadence of her voice, that stillness that came with the weight of divinity. but the distance sank heavier than anticipated, laced in every word she speaks, ˖
Царица.@sacrifrost
( an iron fist in a velvet glove— this is the philosophy by which she rules, for it is the only approach that has withstood her bitter cold. anastasya herself embodies said principle: graced with a gentle visage and sharp, unrelenting eyes. ) &&
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aspect of rerir's recent possessive streak. flins had to worry less about his health, this way. with that, his own eyes fall shut, body relaxing into the embrace. )
goodnight, rerir.
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comfortable on the now cramped bed. at the very least, rerir was a good source of warmth, the natural heater that he was. )
... alright. i'll stay. so close your eyes, hm?
( as bewildering as this was, he certainly preferred this ˖
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( he doesn't have the heart to tell rerir that he does not need to sleep, nor that the head ratnik knows far too well that flins does not simply come down with fevers. no, instead he just accepts this fate of his; getting himself ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
( a simple drink from mondstadt has completely had this sinner spilling out everything that settles deep in his heart, no wonder it had hit him this hard. refusing to put any of his clothes on, he pulls flins down to the bed with him instead. ____
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he offer a smile, reassurance, hoping the darkness of the lighthouse at this hour masks the tint of pink that spills across his cheeks at how sudden this was. )
i am honoured, rerir. now .. ha, really, you need to lay down. and maybe ˖
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( was that ... a confession? rerir must really be drunk, if he's rambling about such things. flins listens regardless, and takes him seriously; at the very least, a man as troubled as rerir could not lie about matters of the heart. in ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
i'll keep staying here ... because you're the only one i can think of to return to. ( rerir doesn't feel too dizzy this time thanks to the water he drank, regaining a bit of balance but still remains on holding the fae close to his chest. ) the sinners would think ____
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be good as new by the morning. surely you can forgive me for it now?
( flins would rather not dwell on it, for his own sake; rarely is this fae ever embarrassed by his own shortcomings, but this particular one ... certainly, if he ˖
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( fortunately for flins, he does not turn around to witness the unfortunate fate of his shirt. what he cannot ignore, however, is the way rerir insists on clinging to him——something made infinitely more scandalous by the sinner's lack of ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
( drinking the glass of water provided without complains now that he knows it really was flins helping him. he follows behind the fae , tailing him with whatever he was doing. still holding flins' shirt, he uses it to wrap around his waist, it honestly covered ____
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