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I found this in my dharma pub this morning:

"The Seeds of Lasting Peace"

Patience is an enormously supportive and even magical practice. It’s a way of completely shifting the fundamental human habit of trying to resolve things by either going to the right or the left, labeling things “good” or labeling them “bad.” It’s the way to develop fearlessness, the way to contact the seeds of war and the seeds of lasting peace—and to decide which ones we want to nurture.

the voice that travels to his ears sends a flood of ice through his body, stomach churning into knots. he raises his head, locking eyes with who he believes is the most dangerous harbinger.

stiffening, diluc stares him down, watching childe's every move. he doesn't know everything about the fatui, but he knows enough: he's aware of who each of the harbingers are and he knows their power level.

needless to say, one of his hands clenches ever so slightly when the ginger approaches the bar. he knows he can't make a scene, can't leap across the bar like he feels like doing and taking care of this fatui scum, but he knows his place. he can't afford to tank his reputation.

taking a deep breath to school himself, he gives a tight smile to the other.

"coming right up." he drolls out, turning to fetch a glass and pouring the requested wine. he slides the drink over to the harbinger, crimson eyes ablaze.

@noctuafought liked for a g.enshin starter! [ diluc & childe ]

"Now I've heard the stories about you..."

There's something audacious about walking into the bar of Diluc Ragnvindr and annoucing such a statement, and yet with the pleasant smile on his face and mora in hand, Childe appears the impeccable first time customer. He spares a moment to glance around the room, taking in the atmosphere before he returns his steady gaze back to the redhead behind the bar.

"Finest wine in Mondstadt, right? I look forward to trying!" Though his words seem genuine there is a sense of something more going on here, not just a Snezhnayan traveller out to taste Dandelion Wine as the surface might suggest. He's careful to control his expression, however, curious as to how much the proclaimed enemy of the Fatui knows, eager to see how much of what he has learnt is true.

If so, he might just have found a promising rival to battle. One who might be able to sate the itch beneath his skin for a time...

he tries not to wince at the other's defeated tone, his own arms crossed. he knows he's asked a lot from his twin over the years, depended on him far more than he should have, but he doesn't know what else to do.

he reaches up to flick a red lock out of his eyes before finally returning his twin's gaze. "i hate to ask," he really does, "but do you think you can perhaps pose as me in the tavern tonight? i have... business to attend to, and the knights of favonius are too suspicious for my liking, if what the traveler says is anything to go by."

no one else in the world besides the traveler knows his identity, but vesper will always be a different case. even if the two stand at a considerable distance, diluc knows deep in his heart that he can trust him despite it all.

@noctuafought indulged my special guy! (diluc starter call)

"I already know what you're going to ask, 'Luc..." There's a furrow of the brow as bitter words fall from his lips, rising emotion bubbling beneath the surface, an old anger that has never truly fizzled out. Vesper's arms fold across his chest as he turns away, already contemplating carrying the weight of a familiar coat that has never truly sat well upon his shoulders, only used when the need for a faux interpretation, a copy of the original, is necessary. "Just tell me where you need me to be."

There's a resignation to his tone then and he glances back across at his twin, but says nothing, instead letting his arm drop once more to brush imaginary lint from his waistcoat. It would seem he needs to pull on Kaeya for another favour, switching shifts at least so they can cover for the head of the family's escapades. Nevermind that the two of them live up to dear old father's dream better than Diluc himself.

S: What's a headcanon you have?

crepus is the tenth harbinger

diluc descends from the pyro archon on his mother's side

diluc genuinely cares about kaeya. the cold act is just that, an act. he feels that because he hurt kaeya, that kaeya is safer if he's kept at a distance, which is why diluc constantly pushes him away

📂 !!

diluc was terrified of the dark as a child. literally couldn't go to bed in complete darkness or silence

leaves a gift for Diluc on the table to find when he returns from his moonlit vigilantism. A single lampgrass in a vase casting a soft light over the rest of the present. A new pair of gloves made in the same fabrics as his current ones (he's noticed them wearing out), a new waistcoat for events, a bottle of grape juice and a few genius invocation tcg cards that have recently been released. A simple card beside it. Another year dawns, happy birthday. Vesper.

— @resolutepath

despite their estrangement, diluc can't help but long for his twin. spending his birthdays alone these past four years brought him to this inescapable yearning, and he isn't sure how to rectify their distance.

so far, he attempted with gifts, hoping it would be the first step to diluc showing just how sorry he is for, well, everything. that's not to say he's fully aware of his twin's feelings, but he knows his own recent actions put more of a strain on him.

nevertheless, he's surprised to find gifts on the table as he returns to the manor. heart bursting at the seams, he gently caresses the flower — his favorite flower — as he reads over the simple note. he smiles affectionately, eyes straying to the clothes and the juice before landing on the card deck. oh how he can't wait to break these out. maybe he could talk vesper into a few rounds?

your diluc is fantastic I love what you're doing with him over here, the way I can hear his voice so easily in your replies and his character in mannerisms and internal thoughts. and i adore the headcanons you come up with - of course I'm particularly bias towards our twinverse ones and the way Diluc regards Vesper but also the different verses you have too.

sobbing, thank you so much 😭😭 i'm super passionate about diluc, he means the world so i fight for my life to make sure he sounds as ic as i can get him 🥺 i adore the twinverse so much, their dynamic is so fun to explore and to see how things change when another sibling is added into the mix

"i can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars." // @resolutepath

"magic?" he can't exactly deny that magic exists, considering all that he's witnessed, but he hasn't quite seen magic being performed in this way.

"very well, i'll indulge. go ahead and show me this trick of yours." // @resolutepath

diluc bites his rising temper at the suggestion to return to the knights. he inhales briefly to calm it down before shaking his head, "i can't. as much as i trust the acting grand master, i can't go back." it hurts too much to see the knights and their true colors. it gnaws at him that many of them still only care about their reputation over the well-being of their people.

"this is the only way i can actively protect the city. i know them best. the knights are ill-equipped to handle them, and i don't want to risk the chance of someone getting hurt because they got in over their head."

he hates asking for favors, he hates relying on others. his time in solitude showed him he's better off alone, and away from those he could possibly hurt again.

this way, he can channel everything into his fight against the abyss order and not have to worry about innocent people getting caught in the crossfire of his still simmering rage.

"just this once, and i will never ask again." he vows.

he tries not to wince at the other's defeated tone, his own arms crossed. he knows he's asked a lot from his twin over the years, depended on him far more than he should have, but he doesn't know what else to do.

he reaches up to flick a red lock out of his eyes before finally returning his twin's gaze. "i hate to ask," he really does, "but do you think you can perhaps pose as me in the tavern tonight? i have... business to attend to, and the knights of favonius are too suspicious for my liking, if what the traveler says is anything to go by."

no one else in the world besides the traveler knows his identity, but vesper will always be a different case. even if the two stand at a considerable distance, diluc knows deep in his heart that he can trust him despite it all.

ship bias

[ 🔥 ]  ──  *  @resolutepath  ⸤ send ‘ship bias’ and i will share up to 5 ships ⸣

kaveluc / kaveh

cynoluc / cyno

wrioluc / wriothesley

neuluc / neuvillette

capluc / capitano

@resolutepath i haven’t been happy all year. why start now? ( aizawa to jinno ) prompted. I forgot the meme.

“ Alright, let me try that again. Shitty new year, Sensei.” She laughed. While she knew he wasn’t joking, she couldn't help herself. " Where it's the same shit, different year. "

ONCE       THE       BELL       RANG        ,        izuku         releases         a          listless         sigh.           exhaustion         was         finally       catching       up         with       the       young       hero       after       training        relentlessly       the         last       couple       of       days       with       all        might.       usually       izuku       would       continue       to       push       himself       but       he       knew       he       was       past       his       limit       and       needed       to       rest.

all       might       had       an       after       school       meeting        ,         he         recalls        ,         so       he       considered     just       going       back       to       his        dorm       room       and       crashing       for       the       rest       of       the       night.        so        ,         he       stands       up       and       gathers       his       books       and       bookbag.        he         arounds       his       desk         ,         eyes       blurry       from       the       exhaustion        ,         so        ,         of       course       he       wasn’t       going       to       see       katsuki       getting       up       as       well        ,         well        ,         until       he       full       on         crashes         into       him        ,         that         is.        panic       quickly       replaced       that        fatigue.        the         force         makes         him         stumble       back        ,         eyes       blowing       comically       wide       as       he       freaks.      ❛       oh        my       god        ,         kacchan      !           i        -       i       am       s       -       so       sorry       !       ❜       izuku       all       but       croons.        @resolutepath​

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger. [ kirishima ]

IZUKU    COMPLETELY    UNDERESTIMATED    the    villain    that    they    were    facing       ,       and    now    he    watched    in    utter    despair    as    the    man    attacked    kirishima    relentlessly    with    steel    beams.    they    were    both    pretty    hurt    as    it    was     :    izuku    had    broken    both    of    his    arms    and    his    right    leg    and    he    knew    that    kirishima’s    quirk    was    dissipating    as    he    intercepted    what    he    could    of    the    barrage    of    beams    in    order    to    protect    them       ,       flakes    of    his    skin    and    blood    running    down    his    arms.

he    never    felt    so    damn    naive    and    useless    as    he    did    at    this    moment.

when    he    heard    kirishima    shout    out    in    pain    and    collapse    to    his    knees       ,       izuku    felt    his    entire    body    freeze    up    in    a    panic.    his    time    was    up.    the    villain    cackled    with    delight    as    he    forged    another    steel    beam    and    chucks    it    in    kirishima’s    direction    with    all    his    strength.

it    seemed    like    time    decelerates    as    izuku    watches    the    beam    head    straight    towards    the    other    hero    who    obviously    couldn’t    move.    he    was    going    to    die       ,       he    thought    hopelessly       ,       he    going    to    sit    here    and    watch    him    die.

no.    no       ,    he   couldn’t    let    that    happen.    he    wouldn’t    let    it    happen.

with    newfound    strength       ,       izuku    staggers    onto    his    feet.    he    propels    himself    forward    on    his    good    leg    towards    the    redhead       ,       hooking    his    broken    arms    under    the    other’s    armpits    while    hissing    in    agonizing    pain.    however    without    another    thought       ,       he    hauls    the    boy    up    and    tosses    him    out    of    the    way    of    the    oncoming    beam       ,       barely    making    it    out    of    the    way    himself    as    it    lances    itself    into    ground    as    it    impacts    with    a    heavy    thud.

                                                   PROMPT.

HE    TRIED    PUNCHING    HIM        ,        like    the    absolute    quirkless    fool    he    was.    now    his    knuckles    were    raw    and    bloody    after    catching    against    kirishima's    hardening.    completely    stupid        ,        he    cursed    himself.    maybe    he    just        .        .        .        no.                ❛            sometimes    I    feel    like    giving    up        ,        ya    know        ?            ❜                he    finds    himself    chuckling.                ❛            but    i    just    can't.    it    just    isn't    in    my  .    .    .  blood.            ❜    

@resolutepath for a lyric starter - in my blood.