Remembrance (Chat Log 4)

Remembrance (Chat Log 4)

TW: School, dorm inspections, Fischl being... Fischl.

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Jean Gunholder: On account of Venti's absence, I'd like to make the announcement to all students of @Anemo dorms. Dainsleif is doing room inspections next week, so keep that in mind. Jean Gunholder: On a similar note, does anyone know what happened to Venti?

Zhongli Lapis Dei: My apologies, I do not know anything about this situation.

xiao: Nope

viator: oh

viatrix: he's just 

viator: out of commission

viatrix: for the moment.

ajax: the twin hivemind in full sight, people. proof that sibling connection is stronger than  ajax: yo @albedo

albedo: graphene

ajax: stronger than graphene okay

[viator] has added [Paimon] to [TVAA]

viator: sorry i finally remembered

[venti] has changed [Paimon]'s name to [Snack]

♍ona ♍agistus: Your next line shall be, "Paimon is not emergency food!"

Snack: PAIMON IS NOT EMERGENCY FOOD Snack: ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF PAIMON

♍ona ♍agistus: Of course not. ♍ona ♍agistus: though why this jest came to fruition, my sight cannot pierce.

𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔷𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔤: Halt, my dear servants, for my Auge Der Vererteilung hast seen the truths of this matter. It is quite simple to say that these instances of intuition are flakes of another reality such as the Immernachtreich that I once ruled over, blending over through time.

Oz: She believes that there is some isekai-style reincarnation going on.

venti: No. It's nothing like that, everybody. Sorry to worry you.

<Message Deleted>

kae: wha was that

[venti] has changed [Snack]'s name to [Paimon]

venti: ?

Jean Gunholder: Where were you?

venti: yknow around venti: don’t worry about it.

xiao: uh xiao: is the AC broken xiao: or did someone set it on max? kaedekazu: The anemo dorms? kaedekazu: indeed, it does seem stronger kaedekazu: and what of your dorms? Noelle: Nothing seems to be wrong in the Geo dorms Thoma: nope, pyro droms all good! Thoma: *dorms, sorry. 

venti: I GOT IT

xiao: ???

Zhongli Lapis Dei: Is something wrong?

xiao: venti just fucking dabbed??? xiao: and the AC stopped freaking outr????

Too Tight

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TW: Body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, gender being wacky, Traveler Aether, Aether being a weird alien creature, Game mechanics taken seriously, implied genderfluid Aether, no actual ending. Ventfic.

~ It was all too tight.

Like a T-shirt at the bottom of the drawer that you swear you couldn't fit into, but your mom said you had to wear.

His Her Their Its wings were confined to the body, no bones nor muscle, yet tight all the same.

It was all too tight.

Like the suffocating feeling of being called the wrong name, of being called Lumine when they he she it was Aether.

But it was... manageable.

But the wings aren't there.

The limbs aren't there and Aether still panics.

If Aether closed her their his its eyes and pretended to Be, it was easier.

But Aether nor Lumine were not human.

So Aether became.

Clothes would change to fit, hair and eyes, bones and all. Their memories would meld with Aether's own, and Aether would simple become.

Aether, he, she, they, it, became whatever Aether needed to be.

And the tight, filthy itch would settle.

Aether looked in the mirror and saw Amber staring back at her.

And she felt nothing but relief. To know that the itch that plagued her would stop, so long as she obey her subconscious and become.

But Outrider Amber is a public figure, so Aether simply doesn't.

He She They It walks alone as him her them it -self and deals with the itch.

Aether looked into the mirror and wanted to become, to stop it, to let wings be free, to let Aether be him her them it self but Aether can't. Shouldn't.

Aether fights.

Alone, for commissions, so that Aether can become.

They can fight. He can deal with the itch. Or sometimes, it stops it completely. She makes the shirt less tight, or sometimes makes it tighter.

Aether wants to become, but he she they it just can't.

To steal a face, to steal a form, to free from that tight shirt, to scratch the itch...

Aether shouldn't take it. Their forms, their faces, their memories and personalities.

But even still, He She They It becomes.

My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."

He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."

He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"

I did.

"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."

It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.

So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.

To Dream of Reality ~ Scaramouche 1 ~

"nightmare, and comfort"

TWs: Mention of nightmares, minor denial of our reality. NOTE: Pale skin in this context refers to pale as in "Sickly" or "Not flushed" rather than like- white skin. You can have dark skin and still look pale.

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"The Creator has descended at last!" they whisper among the streets. And indeed, they did descend, their form beautiful and handsome, ethereal and inhuman.

~ The Wanderer woke from a nightmare, but did not wake up alone. His eyes peeled open, face wet with tears, and found himself gently held. The arms weren't...warm nor cold, but he could still feel them. A voice rang in his mind as the ghostly figure mouthed out words in a foreign tongue. He didn't understand the words, nor did he know the figure.

And yet, he felt himself lured back to sleep.

And yet, he felt himself comforted by the "Stranger."

It wasn't until the next day he realized the Creator had blessed him with a restful sleep.

~~~

You are not the Creator.

You are a mere civilian, just another person with nothing special to them

You have read so many SAGAU fics by now that you dream of them. You dream of Scaramouche - or Wanderer, as it was officially revealed not too long ago. You dream of him having nightmares, of hugging him tight and telling him that it'll all be alright, that you're here for him.

His skin is cold like porcelain so you treat it as such, holding him so gently, and trailing your fingers over each detail.

~

You dream of Teyvat.

The Creator only appears when their vessel can slumber.

Who do you dream of tonight?

Omg To Dream of Reality is sooo good!

But I can’t help but to think that if I were in Genshin I’d probably follow kaeya or xiao around trying to hug them and if I think it’s a dream I’m totally playfully calling kaeya my husband lol

I didn’t see if you aren’t talking requests or don’t want anons so sorry if I’m breaking a rule 😅

A/N: lkj;lkj;lkj THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST! This is still my first writing blog, so I'm no used to setting anything up, I'll prepare a proper ruleset and adjust some stuff around, but thank you, First-Anon!

To Dream of Reality ~ Xiao 1, Kaeya 1 ~

"hugs, and teasing"

TW: Xiao being angsty, Kaeya being Kaeya(flirty), and Reader/Creator being pale(Ghostly, not white-pale) as per the usual.

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You, exhausted by your daily life, escape once again into the sweet realm of dreams. That night, you dream of Xiao. Of calling his name into the wind, of embracing him, wishing the burden of his karmic debt to lessen. You dream, too, of Kaeya. Of embracing him, of whispering sugared words to him, of calling him "husband." Your dream is blissful and sweet, as you walk alongside characters that you know you cannot touch.

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"Xiao? Can you hear me?" It's not a language Xiao knows, nor is it one commonly spoken in Teyvat. And yet, the whispers echo in his heart, resounding in his soul as he closes his eyes, focusing on the breeze and the wind that carried the call.

"You asked for me?" He mutters, eyes opening as the Creator smiled at him.

The Creator reached out to him, but he did not flinch. Gently, tenderly, the Creator's hand held his own, and the burden of death that followed him seemed to lighten.

His headache, so familiar that it became normal, faded.

And the Creator simply smiled, tugging on his arm and bringing him into a safe, secure embrace.

"It'll all be alright."

~

Kaeya Alberich is one to filter rumors.

He is one to separate gossip from truth from lies.

At first, the miraculous appearance of the Creator is a drunkard's tale, one of "Too many drinks" or a brief meeting with death.

And so, it is but a rumor.

That is, until one moonlit night where the Captain had to patrol.

That is, until pale hands wrap around his chest, pulling him down and into the arms of a person he had never seen before, but known all his life.

The Creator had blessed him with their presence.

It's a sly, cheeky smile as the Creator gives a grin, "Husband," slipping through their lips. And though the syllables were unknown to him, the meaning is loud and clear.

For just a moment, his mind goes blank.

Their ultimate divine, above even Celestia, had called him "husband". "Oh?" He asks with a laugh, his false smile appearing on his face as easy as breathing. "Am I really so precious to you, Your Grace?"

They only smiled, hugging him tighter, til his head was held comfortably in the crook of the neck of the Divine.

They leaned over again, and Kaeya felt the warm breath of the Creator against his ear.

And as tenderly as they held him, their hands left his body, the Creator glancing around with a frown.

"Five more minutes, please," They whisper, the meaning echoing within Kaeya's heart. "Five more minutes," They begged.

The Creator sighed in defeat, and Kaeya watched as they vanished, transparent hands vanishing, leaving only the tender touch of a kiss in the wind.

~~

It's time for work, you think to yourself. But you don't feel sad about it, for some strange reason. You've been getting better sleep lately, and yet you never seem to recall your dreams.

You're not tired, but something within you still wants to dream.

So who, you wonder, will you dream of tonight?