Gap Moe W/ Ayato

gap moe w/ ayato

gap moe refers to the contrast between a surface personality and the more vulnerable inner side. (part 2)

part 1

Always an angel never a God

Genshin Impact | Some Funny moments in Furina's Demo

[It’s a Deal]~

『♡』 "jealous? yeah, right." + lyney

"Brother, has your chicken wronged you in some way?" Lynette asks, leaning forward to peek at his plate. "You have been stabbing it fairly hard for the past few minutes."

Lyney was often quieter, more thoughtful when it was just the two of them together, but Lynette can't ignore the coldness in his eyes. He only looked that way when they were on assignment for Father.

Lyney drops his fork, quickly perking himself back up. Had he gotten so lost in thought in public? This wasn't at all like him.

"Heh, sorry, just not very hungry is all." Lyney pushes his plate towards Lynette. "You want mine?"

Lynette lets his words hang in the air, letting him squirm to see if he would be honest with her. "...You're a bad liar." Lynette scoots the plate back towards him. "You were thinking about them, weren't you?"

"Lynette, really now..." Lyney slumps back in his chair, placing his hand over his heart. "What would make you draw such a conclusion?"

"Ever since you saw them out with Furina, you've been trying to hide your jealousy." Lynette takes a bite out of her candied Bulle Fruit. "It's rather obvious."

Lyney bites the inside of his cheek. Jealous? You and Furina were just sharing a meal. You were popular, he knew that, but the way the Archon seemed desperate to impress you, to keep your attention... To him it seemed like someone trying to catch their crush's eye.

But did he not do the same? Did he not stay up late planning new trick to impress you? Did he not chose you from the audience specifically so he could see your smile up close? Did he not gift you, and only you, a Rainbow Rose, knowing its meaning?

"Jealous? Yeah, right." Lyney huffs, fiddling with the brim of his hat. He can't meet his sister's eyes; he knows she can see right through him.

"Why not just ask them out?" Lynette's ears twitch as she talks. She was getting impatient with him. "I don't see them turning you down."

"You make it sound easy, Lynette." Lyney shakes his head. Maybe if his future wasn't certain he could entertain the idea. For now, he can tell himself that just having met you is enough for him.

"...That's because it is." Lynette states, plainly. "It's just a question. I can ask them of your behalf, if you want."

"I'll ask them out when I'm ready, don't worry." Lyney lies. Lynette narrows her eyes.

"I'll even dress up like you so they think it is you." Lynette continues on, fed up. "I think I've gotten your voice down well enough... Hm..."

"Lynette!"

fic where you are the heir to the throne and argenti is your personal knight who can be a little... melodramatic at times, but you know he means well when he takes meticulous care in your appearance when you are to speak before your people or about to attend a ball ("everyone must be dazzled by your beauty, your highness!" ...is what he always responds with whenever you ask why he insists on doing it himself when there are maids for that very purpose), as well as his habit of presenting you a bouquet of roses he lovingly named after himself, always managing to replenish your batch just before they wither away ("there is nothing which match my beauty as these argenti roses do, and you deserve only the most loveliest and most beautiful of experiences, your highness!" ...is what he parades with an almost comical sparkle), or even during the times in which he is to escort you, only to dramatize your entrance with an embarrassing flair as he makes your presence known to those present and possibly the neighbouring kingdoms, too ("but everyone must behold your beauty and grace, your highness!" ...is what he preaches when you sputter and fluster at his theatrics, his genuine expression rendering you unable to refute him each and every time).

despite all this, he is a knight nonetheless. you're reminded of this each time an assassin clambers through your window in the dead of night, only to be rendered immobile when argenti takes care of them without a second thought and makes no haste in checking up on you (whenever such incidents occur, it is always you who has to calm him down, holding his hands and reassuring him you are safe all thanks to him), or in the moments where you watch him train, in awe of his battle prowess and find yourself lost in his broad strokes and effortless stance perfected over the years (he likes to flex and show off when catching your stare, though you find it amusing how quickly he flusters when you don't avert your gaze. he's rather cute in this sense).

while some of his antics may be a bit over the top, he is your chivalrous knight nonetheless — and you wouldn't have it any other way.

(though you would never tell him that, for you would never hear the end of it...)