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Tsukiakari's Ideal world
[ When you come to, you find yourself inside some sort of theater. There are no seats, but the stage in front of you is lit up. Though the background that’s been put there is most definitely fake, the light of the moon, the movement of the trees and the petals scattered in the wind seem incredibly real, so much so that it’s easy to question whether it truly is background or not.
You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.
For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]
"You were born with a face fairer than any other.
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."
"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."
You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.
For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."
"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."
Re: Zapolyarny Palace
Just stop it. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to believe it. It's not going to be be true.
Re: Zapolyarny Palace
a geo archon and another harbinger played him like a fucken fiddle once upon a time. he can't even think about piecing himself together, though he'll try... really just enough so he can grab a hold of scaramouche's arm. ] ...sorry. Feelings just happen. [ a hoarse laugh. ]Re: Zapolyarny Palace
I'm not coming back to you.
Even if you write an ending where we meet your family, enjoy our time together in front of a fire and live happy together, I'm not the one you want that life with. I'm not the one you'll have that life with.
I cannot come back to Teyvat. I hate it. And I never want to set foot on it ever again.
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Don't... don't have to. [ but he'll let scaramouche win this round of stubborn. he's not feeling all that right, so he'll just focus on trying not to expire for, like, the fiftyth time in an hour. ]
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But as light fades from Childe's eyes, this time, He'll find himself back where he took them earlier. As if nothing ever happened ]