“There is a difference, between the usual teasing between us, and then something more then that.”She nodded and noted. Being that she’s said, confessed, and done a lot with Thoma. But to her, it felt like there was still a lot to come, a lot that was still being hidden deep within her heart. Even if she had made certain moves, but now. She wants more. To not wait any more, and to push on.
“I have to apologize if I take too many steps forward, and not realize where I am going, but it’s what my heart is telling me, and for once, I cannot settle down, I can’t. I have to make my mark…I have….I…I…”She paused for a moment. It was really getting to her, it really was. To be this worked up, you can tell that she’s really serious on the matter.
Her face slowly turned, a small pink blush formed. Not a full on like before as of yet, but that seemed to not be too far behind. But Ayaka then slapped her face for a moment, she couldn’t just state this, and then get too worked up, and then hide away within her own feelings. She had to do it now, she had to capitalize here and now.
It takes a moment, and after a small and brief sigh from Ayaka, she leans in, and gives Thoma a sweet, and deep kiss on the cheek at first, which then a few seconds passes, her mind racing with so many thoughts, before soon, going all out, and giving a quick, short, but meaningful kiss upon Thoma’s lips.
This is what she meant, when she wanted to make her mark, and not tease him so much, and actually make action.
Only his intuition could discern how the air about her held a marginal difference. Through the many days spent, many times shared, he’s certain that through the curtain of her hesitation… It hadn’t been a matter of her stepping forth into new venues to explore, at least, in the sense of their wanderlust into the realm of Teyvat at large. A silent thought prompts him to give her this very space, to hold his attentiveness with a warrior’s will and properly hear out everything she has to say in this moment. To think.. That so much of their history would be carved with new meaning after hearing right, an oh so natural word one more time.
From Thoma’s view it was a genuine first to see her hastily tear away those inches of doubt that loved to creep upon her heart. Steering them away with frosty grace, the truth, the undeniable warmth of what follows couldn’t of been anticipated as her tender lips made their mark upon his skin, revitalizing, surprising. A low gasp is wrenched from his throat as the sudden slam of her desires had caught him onto breathlessness.
“Ayaka–” Her name managed to be the last to escape before the Kamisato’s warpath made it’s intentions clear. As if his heart hadn’t found enough momentum, she’d suddenly charge in into frontiers purely boundless as their lips met, their meet tearing through him akin to a storm of unbridled warmth. Eyes wide, lips frozen momentarily, the emotional weight of this act had gradually worked itself upon him, millisecond by millisecond, so much of their time shared and adored slammed into him like a freight train.
Thoughts, reason, all of it melted away in lieu of the genuine emotion that pulsed within his being..
All that Thoma knew from the bottom of his heart is that the true path was to return this, with every bit that he has.
He adores Ayaka. He intends to show this by leaning in himself, a soft, subtle hum swimming within his throat, leading to the blonde doing his part in keeping the distance closed. Eyes drifting shut from the beautiful view before him, all he allows focus to retain in was feeling. Swelling adoration skipped along with each beat as their shared this serene privacy. A single broad hand skims upward, carefully taking care in cradling the Himegimi’s cheek, keeping it safe within his protective hold while allowing for them to both to get lost within the moment.
Bliss couldn’t begin to describe this moment.
a polearm is dangerously pointed before the man's neck but had no intentions of pulling away without an answer. "in your eyes that wander aimlessly, what do you see as eternity? with each step that you take, in between storms and lightning, i wish to know for the ambitions you possess." (ei)
You’ve found your potential end, Protector from Afar.
Every cell within his body felt as if it was stirred to a pause, subjugated by the crackling, seething cold might of Engulfing Lightning that found itself directed towards a central point of what kept him alive. Just settling before the callously cold gaze, what follows is similar to the seldom experiences spread throughout the times being an Inazuman inhabitant, the glowering focus and weighted pressure of Electro as it stirs up to a proper point of prominence.
As a human, naturally the fear of inciting a god aiming it’s edge of oblivion towards you should’ve been enough to shut off the mind.
People who walked roads that requires the soul to travail found themselves cut of an entirely different ilk. Allogenes, people who held the legend’s rumor of potential to ascend, to find themselves walking along the same skies that the natural, destructive incarnates made human perform all the same. Somehow the stir of that ambition that manages to stretch itself to realms unseen gave them a rougher core, maybe part of the Raiden Shogun recognizes this, maybe what scratched at the blonde’s mind at its surface was the grim reality these could’ve been potential excuses desperately racked up by his mind.
Her presence holds a static cling, forcing him to see, making him peer deep into the abyss of violet despite that being his intention. What is derived as her question leads to him being caught off, eyes briefly widening, lips softly agape as if all was registered yet lagged from the soul to the mouth, forming a brief dissonance. Thoma wastes no time in allowing his head to lower, taking what unseen grace hesitance granted as he considers, peering deep into his mind after the life and death peril he triumphed over within Inazuma. Even now, their land was so far from having any modicum of the sentiment known as peace.
So just where does Eternity find itself woven within his life?
…Had she found his opinion of such importance? Did that brief collision made upon that promised of the ceremony managed to scratch the surface enough to stir forth their attention?
“That’s…” The word slithers forth, unprepared, staunched by the current situation and at large, an answer that he was still working through blood, sweat and tears of his own and Inazuma at large in order to unearth. His thoughts melt away, soaking down into the depths of the feelings that sustained him, how these experiences never found themselves erased, the good, bad and ugly. Those hands that once hung limp found their life reinvigorated after allowing the impossible days t soak into the eye of his mind. Days where the lightning’s glow was braved.
How Thoma himself inspired to do the same in order for understanding all sides to be finally reached, not solely for humanity in itself.
…And in a weird twist of irony, isn’t one of the people whose perception was locked behind traditional boundaries to the sheer reality of their stances, now right here closing that border by her own hand?
Those hands once lifeless and limp savored the breath of renewed resolve plunging into their wielder, allowing them to tighten into steadied fist.
For those foolishly brave eyes to stare down living divinity before making his voice be heard.
”…What one feels. That very element, weakness, it indisputably finds itself in each and every person.” Throughout the hailed hell known as the Vision Hunt Decree, firsthand so many signs of that suffering managed to glean a golden truth that only the callous or perceptive could hone in on. To those that experienced strife, to those that lost ambition, the many who suffer even amidst healing, somehow that stood out to Thoma as a fact that roared in struggling vain to be recognized and to persevere… Even in the name of not understanding exactly what for.
To experience loss, you have to recognize what was torn away, and even then, how something remains… To now exist as portion of the being that festers.
“In life, death.. Or living a form of death within life. Raiden Shogun that,” As the tensed pause, even now those jaded eyes would bloom a potent determination, allowing for the miracle to be steadied before their presence. He’d now hold as a protector of those invisible proofs. “I believe that part of the heart can never be snuffed out. It’s their undeniable proof that cannot be shaken.”
“Life cannot grow as strong as it can without that precious weakness.” …And even now, Thoma realizes it’s a beautifully cruel thought.
Before the Shogun remains ambition filled light, that refuses to break before the onset of the Almighty.
He was hoping the other would twig to his meaning immediately if he wasn’t already aware, but thus came the worst case scenario where he would have to explain. Having to explain something less than savory always detracted from the image he tried to project, but he had no choice now.
“’Only an apron’…housekeeping ‘package’…I shan’t need to explain more, true?”
“… …….” By the Seven.
There was enough clearance in the pieces for all of it to weave together. For that surprise to stir into a moment of drawn horror, a truly green behind the ears move that made him hold no hesitation in palming his own face. In a rare moment, his companion would catch a fleeting instance of quite the embarrassed Thoma.
“Not exactly the brand of packaging they should’ve been expecting! That’s liable for a lot of things besides any successful clean up!”
“mh? Well my father’s from Inazuma and I’m a curious lass when it comes to wanting to learn more of my parents nations. Though.. correct me if I’m wrong on this..” Lowering her hand from her chin just a bit, the brunette tilted her head.
“Do you offer lessons on how to be housekeeper, or are you that kind of housekeeper offering your services in only a apron?”
There’s a rare moment where his composure breaks and now is one such moment. Laughter manages to bubble forth, free and inhabited while he replies with a shake of his head. “Goodness, no! And to my foreknowledge, people who intend on that path kind of just find their own flow. I’d never stick a hand into the personal affairs of others to such a degree.”
”As for your matter about holding an interest in Housekeeping, I on the other hand happily provide such help to any who holds interest. Holding a desire to tidy one’s space in my eyes, is a desire to hold a greater grasp upon your territory. That said, I do picture the art of cleanliness is hopefully an act all nations partake in.”
His ending line was just some silliness to assist in keeping the situation lighthearted.
“Oh? What I’m hearing is not a ‘no’. Please, elaborate on what it would take to get you to do it.”
” Well. One, if not the most important bar would need for you to have a very particular sort of character. And as you see, in many ways it’d be tricky to go and get done, Ms.” None the less that polite smile remains.
“As for what one would need to do? First of all, they’d need to be someone by the name of Cross. I’m sure you’ve heard of them?”
Says the very person who did eavesdrop on that part of the conversation.
❝ Eavesdropping, huh? ❞ For all the things said, you chose to focus on that.
That mischief within his eyes spoke it all. Normal conversation, unique point outs, Thoma’s confident on how such.. subject matter could have it’s own target mark fresh upon it.
The look his precious gives him on the other hand causes his face to scrunch up in mild amusement, gentle chuckles following before he recomposes. Leaning casually against that flaming piano.
“Should this be a moment I apologize for having ears, dear?”
“Was the additional unfortunate wording intentional, or was that simply an accident?” No, he won’t elaborate unless explicitly asked to.
”??? Additional wording?” In one of those sparsely rare moments there’s a tinge of confusion. For him of all people to be confused was embarrassing in it’s own right. Had there been a secret meaning he discerned?
“Would you mind opening my eyes on this? My focus had been shifted entirely upon the sudden uprising of this new topic’s.. interest.”
”While I’ve always been an avid believer that nothing is impossible. All the same, can’t exactly say meeting such an exact fate would be the easiest one.”
“There’s plenty of conditions you’d need to hop through.”
”…??? Me fixing up all the corners in only an apron?” Blinks once. Twice.
“Have I been giving a different kind of idea in what my housekeeping package entails?”
─「エウルア」─ the steam evaporated from the cup of drink he was holding was a telltale sign for the KNIGHT CAPTAIN of how his mind was working wonders in recalling recent memory of their quality time spending together. the look in those JADE HUES she loves so much being another evidence her words were having quite an effect upon him. again, while she wouldn’t peg herself as a teaser, to know that she had an influence on him was something she took with pride.
when her hand was taken into his, the warmth from his PRYO ELEMENT was obvious and difficult to miss. his cheeks were starting to bloom with a color matching the element of his vision, where her dual-colored gaze was locked to his expression, taking in every bit of his emotions blaring towards the surface.
lacing their fingers together, letting the heat from his palm to seep through her glove, and she couldn’t help leaning closer just so she could rest her forehead to his own, feeling the WARMTH of his forehead transmitting to her directly and she heaved a soft, content sigh.
“ you’re warm enough that i don’t think you have to worry about sheer cold. ” it was a fact, of course, that as much as she might be in a playful mood, the captain knew exactly what kind of situation she was getting herself into. a competitive soul through and through. free hand came to brush his golden locks away from his face, just so she could lean forward to place a tender kiss to the corner of his lips.
“ you know i would never say no to you. are you offering a special training, then ? ”
Being settled into the comforting grip of frost performed it’s pace as a double edged sword. On one hand reciprocation from the natural well of love never failed in bringing his comfort, a paced sigh that finds itself delightfully caught within his throat as those intentions swimming amidst her beautiful mauve eyes ring all too clear. Anticipation performs it’s flawless tango with tension, revered and adored as even the all-encompassing bite of the mountain range they’ve been busied upon held no hope in praying them apart. Thoma could discern that cerulean fringe as their foreheads meet, letting to a small moan that melts down into a hum of agreement.
Eula Lawrence always had her ways of feeling like home to him, an entirely new definition and branch, one that carries its air of peace he can no longer live without. To her words that bounced with a tinge of that familiar darkness despite bouncing with joy, Thoma leans in as well, greedily embracing this indulgence.
“All due to some wise words, My Queen, the very reason is the sole person I want by my side.” Even now that bred admittance couldn’t reveal itself from being, earnest, forward and undeniable. As their eyes meet in such a close proximity, Thoma found himself hypnotized, lost within the majesty that both blossoms his adoration while infinitely deepening the well of his hunger. She looks delicious and not even Celestia itself could ever force him to lie. His heart jolts as the plush lips make their mark, reaffirming her territory as his free hand follows suit, sweeping up across the refined fabric of her uniform, skipping just along the side of her hip, stirring underneath the line before clutching his hand there with a possessive note.
”The kind only you’ll be getting, careful not to melt–:” With that haughty statement, he’d lean in, offering no chance for a rebuttal as their lips would immediately clash, passion cresting into vicious waves as the Fixer hadn’t hesitated in applying his all in this moment. To those lips that remained forever cool, forever so sweet, he’d softly grunt into the meet of their lips while drawing her close, keeping the Spindrift Knight flush against him, her eternal flame now holding every intention of devouring her as the pressure was undeniable. Allowing for reality to drift away with closing of his eyes, only she remained, only she was felt, perfection within the blonde’s heart as intensity flourished within mere moments. All of that pent up frustration, those fantasied thoughts– nay, memory she stirred, all of it was being turned into this energy as he keeps her settled closer. A silent promise of this trainings result would follow in a subtle motion, that love bite settled upon her bottom lip, that fullness savored before drawing back in for his daily reverence of claiming her mouth in a deepened kiss.
Letting his beloved know just how appreciated she’ll always be. Innocently and otherwise.
─「エウルア」─ the expression on his face was priceless. the SPINDRIFT KNIGHT would never consider herself as someone of a teasing nature, but there was a certain joy seeing how subtle color of red was creeping its way upon his expression. her head tilted, almost playfully so, towards his direction with that smile he knew her for.
“ ah, of course. while i enjoy myself a dive in the icy lake, i do appreciate a good warm drink. milk had become a personal favorite as of late. not to mention it is quite filling to the stomach. ” a glass of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey had been one of her go-to drinks other than a warm glass of wine, but that was another topic altogether.
“ if you have any other methods to keep oneself warm, i’d be more than happy to hear it. certainly, you seem quite knowledgeable in battling the cold, love ? ”
To the inexperienced eye it’d seem as if the natural heat of his current drink stirred the steam billowing from his cup. To the singular person who managed to draw her suave words like a blade, shamelessness tied with a comfortable veil, then they’d come to know it’s his hand causing his drink to bubble voraciously with heat before the flask is settled back down. A low hiss seethes from his lips as he gently shakes his head, the powers of imagination being the more blessed curse of his life.
Within this turbulent current, now his body was beginning to feel too warm, Dragonspine’s unforgiving infamy finding itself thwarted by Ms.Lawrence’s unsung approach of keeping one of Inazuma’s wild cards on the ropes.
By the Seven.
He could tell how she serenades with the memories, to that beloved twinkle in her eye, to the way her curved, plush lips draws it’s prominence in the victory of her knowledge. By now, Thoma’s own mind was swimming at that dreamy whimsy she charmed upon him before were leading to a familiar, well welcomed fuzziness to cloud his mind. A beat wouldn’t be missed as Eula find her fingers being taken by his own, an intimate brush of the thumb along the back of her smoothly gloved fingers. Undeniable certain figured that the desperation within his hold wouldn’t go unnoticed.
Not when milk itself would forever be doomed baring the crown of their personal connotations. When in worlds could a singular word outside of his name bring such a vivid reaction?
Just where was his composure for Archon’s sake?
”Depending on the type of terrain we’re gesturing towards here..” A playful precipice found itself hitched, layers tucked within words, how that ‘gentleness’ of her honeyed tone had him delved further in memory’s fantasy then the current moment. Smoky plumes heaved from his lips during his sigh, legs finding the need to keep squeezed together, to repress away some mysterious malady while his mind desperately claws to regain it’s bearings. Once those eyes opened, secretive intent found themselves etched into jade.
Eula truly did make the idea of downfall sound like heaven itself.
“Practical experience had always been more of a forte, after all this training you’ve allowed in your graces. Are you ready for that favor to be repaid?”
─「エウルア」─ “ the weather is starting to get chilly, please remember to keep warm. warm milk or drinks certainly would hit the spot in a cold, winter day, don’t you think ? ”
Wasn’t exactly wrong at all…
So why did it feel like his heart had been stomped into overdrive for a fleeting moment? Doubts to his prowess in the cold? Other phenomenon as he considered the options? He knew that the goodness of her heart had a penchant of ensuring others were left to bode well in the unknown.
Thoma however seemed to be an enigma entirely on the matter.
”Hadn’t exactly considered that one before, my queen. With our times in Dragonspine so new, I never figured you had that as your potential favorite.”
Or was that him just imagining things? Too vividly on top of that, time in Mondstadt certainly offered credence and reason on that note.
a gentle smile graces delicate features , akin to the ephemeral nature of 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 . ❝ greetings . i hope you have had a most auspicious day . ❞
Always kind and considerate, oftentimes to a fault. Nonetheless the greeting sparks a gentle chuckle as the curve of his lips reflects the gesture given, more smoky and earnest but holding nowhere near the level of grace.
“And to a wonderful day to you as well, Lady Ayaka. I see someone here is in considerable spirits, are you holdin’ the thoughts of indulging in an adventure today?”
She was pretty close to shifting tone entirely from a passive coldness to outright yelling, as evidenced by the way her eyes narrowed at him when he once again sought to make her acknowledge his name rather than his species, but thankfully, she managed to hold her tongue long enough to see him grab the chef’s apron and make his way to the back of the room and into the kitchen, likely to get a meal ready for her.
She had gone through plenty of humans by now, and whether they died serving her or simply escaped her due to her outrageous demands, one thing remained the same. Sirin was always seeking new servants, and Thoma is just another unfortunate soul who found himself added as part of her retinue.
Though, one thing a lot of her servants lacked was stubbornness– a key trait to use against the demanding and equally stubborn goddess.
As Sirin observed the stools that Thoma had pointed out, gently feeling them with her fingers and picking them apart with her eyes, she ultimately decided that these stools, while serving their purpose and giving her the height she’d need to sit at the table, were unfortunately not fitting enough for one such as herself.
So, what does she do?
She snaps her fingers, and in a flash, one of the stools is properly deleted from existence. She proceeds to sit on a throne of… well, nothing. Floating in the air and seated on an invisible throne.
“ Will this take any longer? “ She shouted impatiently to the kitchen, already growing less and less interested in using him as a servant, already debating whether or not she should tear this place to the ground and look for a new one instead… but just as her patience was wearing thin, her newly acquired cook exits the backroom with a platter unlike anything she’s been served so far…!
The cripsy-looking chicken, served with a glistening, oily crisp that reminded her of food from another world. It’d been so long since she’s seen properly fried chicken, and the sauce on it not only complimented the color, but it also made the dish look all the more mouth-watering. A little on the hot side, he says? That’s no problem for her.
Without second thought, she takes one of the pieces of chicken by its bone, paying no mind to the heat, and takes a pretty big bite out of it.
The heat is there. It’s not a temperature-heat, but a spicy heat. Even then, the spice only affects her nullified taste buds so much. All she can really taste is the flavor of everything combined together. It is, by far, the most delicious food she’s been served since she initially arrived on Teyvat.
Her pleasant reaction would not be accompanied by words – instead, Sirin let her actions do the speaking for her, gobbling down the food almost like she were a starving animal, taking no time to savor a flavor for more than just a few seconds. The food was way too good to be savored (at least in her own mind).
One curious mystery remains unseen due to his initial perception. Matter needs to exist to find a place to sit. Instead, where he keeps his attention is upon their own attention, watching them size up the meal as if their standards for surprise was now reigning in terms of judgement. Within Komore’s teahouse, the prevailing scent of the cooked dish would be the blonde’s armor, as the actual meal itself now the blade, leading to a moment where his opponent here was now the foe who must not be slain, but satiated.
Watching as their eyes signified a new level of understanding causes the soul to smile within. These hands that served many faces, young upstarts to the olden citizens found their pride scratched. Except her’s was a case that tinged a touch of nostalgia as any brand of etiquette, a prerequisite within the thunderous lands of Inazuma cast entirely aside, the shameless freedom of embracing a hearty meal instead drawing the approving smiles of those hailing from the lands of windy freedom.
Holding one such character in his blood, the hints of Thoma’s smile were undeniable, hands raised as gentle tilted upon his lips as a measure of mock pleas for them to hold steady. “Whoa! Haha, at least take the moment to drink, it’d be dangerous for you to choke!” He advises, pausing momentarily as the bitter idea of it being awhile since this person might’ve had a meal coming to mind.
“…” Good thing he was the sort to plan ahead.
It wouldn’t be long before a second plate at joined alongside of the first being rapidly slain. Thoma’s craftsmanship in presentation not slouching the slightest, while the secret tinge of pyro at the plate’s bottom ensured the balance of heat allows for the smoky allure to resume drifting from the plate. People who had the will to eat also held a will to live somewhere within, watching that instinct thrive always served as a comfort in someone who holds a caretaker’s disposition… Wait a second.
Just where was..? For a moment he becomes baffled as he tilts over the counter (away from her vicinity of foody conquest) to discern the truth.. And lo’ and behold.
“Um.. Your chair. Are you balancing on the strength of your elbows alone!?”
Since the dawn of encountering the shooting star, wisdom bound has been graced to his hands. Humanity, Divine, the everlasting bridge between the two.
Just where exactly does Thoma’s reach extend into the new dimension of his reality?
The stars above in wake of Inazuma’s arc had drawn forth entirely new meaning to him. Before him lies a part of the self tied to the sky, amongst the glow and glimmer of countless stars that bury hopeful and horrifying secrets. To hold a natural sense of your constellation yet understand so little in locking more, how does one go about it?
Take what you learn and hope for the best.
Thoma had found himself with a pondering fascination that never stopped since the Traveler introduced such elements into his life. Through the rituals made betwixt these particular items that resonate with him, to the artifacts that held divine potential, unfettered from the tainted reach of the gods all the same. Human ambition thrived in multiple bursts of light, lost stories, legends, from sorrows to triumphs, grim macabre to stories that managed to hold their lighthearted whimsy. As of late this doubled down of not only what he stands for, but alongside of it, the fiery light that embellished itself as the Vision upon his side.
If personalized power comes to you, ignoring it entirely would hold a similar vein of forsaking responsibility. A duty to the self above anything else.
As such a lot of his regimen which many believed was due to that day where the Shogun’s lightning laced scythe held close to his neck, had come under a considerable change. Methods of prayer that view would truly understand, how the position of supplication allows him to see. There’s no great god his aim tilts toward, solely the self. They were momentary instances where his soul swim amidst the stars.
Seeing those lost legends, being lent strength from their trials, amplifying the extent of which he can handle his own.
To bare witness to how the sky itself etched starlight into his epitaph; the Rubuem Scutum.
Could his whole life been spent with purpose, yet a level of ignorance that made him blind to this?
Coming to this realization led to his change. To apply this very power to purpose, how through these rituals of gathering what seems as the most asinine ingredients, something clicks into a deeper depth of the self, allowing him a deeper wellspring to draw from in the ambition of protecting those that his spirit holds a searing resolve to protect not to his final breath, not in the means of sacrifice.
Rather, to live within the iridescence of future days alongside of those very people.
So where does that leave the mystery of unlocking repressed light of those very stars? He feels their impatience, a rapid heartbeat that claws and grabs, hoping for that moment to burst free.
Thoma can only assume that his experiences would be the key. Step by step, unknowingly does he travail upon the hazed, clouded steps that so view held makings in enduring without being torn apart.
The stiffness of slender shoulders gradually depleted into a balanced composure, feeling the handgrip of the rapier sword suspended silently with the sea breeze brought by the thunderstorm of the Almighty Shōgun. If she closed her eyes and dulled everything else off her mind, she would probably hear the subtle―almost imperceptible―whistle of the honed blade singing with the winds sliding in Narukami Island. Anemo merged with the steel forged in Brightcrown’s unforgiving pikes, there where Dvalin’s wings batted in grandeur splendor centuries ago and produced gusts of wind capable of shaping the eroded rock. Her heart skipped a beat, yearning for the familiar sound of the zephyr, however, her pale-blue eyes remained open, senses vigilant, for their enemy was still in one piece.
Graceful stand permeated with perfect equilibrium held her ground as the faint colors of golden and reddish flames dwelled around Thoma’s silhouette, embellishing both his visage and daubing his shape with the elemental power of his gifted vision, proof of his beaming and beating wishes filling the very core of his heart. Crosseyra remained at ease while sensing the will of her date bursting in anticipation for the battle still unfinished―but oh the woman was about to make sure the encounter didn’t last long―, only the tender caress of his fingers managing to bring a genuine smile upon her lips.
❝ You’re a flattering mess.❞ His words, somehow, always managed to make her feel either noticed, embarrassed or satisfied―sometimes, all them three the same―, though Cross was still pondering if his praises were sincere or just the common card pulled in romantic venues. As such, Alrys shot him an endearing look. ❝ It’s still a date. Show me how it’s done.❞
It was when the housekeeper thrusted into the fray at full speed that she appreciated thoroughly the dance he made on his own pace and momentum, a polearm user which blended among the crimson flames shining in gold, manifesting pure Pyro energy as just another extension compenetrating with his soul. Oh, Cross thought, suddenly dawning on her, I see. His soul is pure flaming fire. Thoma acted fast, not wasting a single minor second on the battlefield, intercepting the Lawachurl’s charged attack while sizzling glints of Electro splattered upon collision. It was just a fraction of a second, the intensity of confrontation, before Overload was triggered and the man was sent flying out of reaching area, finding balance in the air almost immediately.
Everything happened in half a minute, maybe less, yet it was enough to analyze the whole picture through her eyes. Electro Lawachurls relied almost entirely in brute force combined with elemental reactions. Bone structure and muscle evidently thicker than the usual average among the tribe, a massive shape hard to tackled down to compensate the lack of a sharper mind. In so, movements were almost predictable, yet that didn’t mean in the slightest that charged attacks were any less deadly. One hit and she could be immediately in the other side. Aside from that reckless first move she executed to keep the beast at a prudent distance from Thoma, direct confrontation couldn’t do any good.
But she was fast, faster than anyone else, of small frame and blessed with the same power of her ruling Archon. If she could find an opening to diminish his movements and range of attack, this could actually be a short battle.
She found it.
When Thoma landed skidding on the sand and his words reached her, Cross was already running like a bullet toward the Lawachurl, brandishing the sword at middle level in a perfect horizontal line to take advantage of speed. She could feel the heat of her date’s flames congregating around her in an effective defensive shield, ready to use it at her own advantage and on full resilience. The massive monster noticed her, lifting the fists once again to crush her beneath its stiffened knuckles, and even when the intention was in it, blowing punches that only met the ground and splattered huge rains of sand, the speed in which Cross thrusted and dodged made it lose target.
She found the perfect spot to, close enough, deal an Anemo blow of her blade within the fire still flowing from Thoma’s spear, triggering a swirl reaction. A wall of glowing flames engulfed the mutated hilichurl’s face and blinded it greatly. However, she wasted no time, immediately on the move again.
Cross skidded with enough force to pass sliding between the Lawachurl’s sturdy legs, embedding the rapier sword on wet sand, preventing her body to land in the cold water and ending up fried by elemental reaction. Confused by the fire still, the beast betrayed its own body, and Cross aimed to the only critical part of its monstrous legs that wasn’t reinforced with hard bone and stone: The back of the knees.
Daubed with pure Anemo energy, the sharp blade made a sordid, gooey sound as the dark flesh was cut in a blow of pure speed and force, damaging the muscle and ligaments until reaching the bone. The Lawachurl roared loudly, in pain, body dropping into the sand as its legs couldn’t endure the weight anymore, making it finally an easy prey. Cross retreated almost immediately to Thoma’s side, noticing the shield shattered moments ago, having absorbed all the damage it could endure. Emerging almost unharmed from her solo feast, Cross realized she took too many risks in one go, touching the thread blood flowing from a tiny wound on her upper thigh.
❝ …Archons. ❞
His role within the turn of their bout hadn’t ended with his return back to their base location. Watching that blaze of scarlet dart off into the heat of the fray, stirred by her power, his protection, settled within Thoma was the bone deep confident that she’ll manage. Throughout their battle as swaths of multiple elements collided within their dance, the endless bounty of elemental energy had left many remnants within it’s wake. Drawing plumes of smoke from his heated lips, for a moment he allows only the awareness of his senses to remain, eyes drifting close as the stir of remnant gold begins to brighten alongside of Eye of the Gods.
As if pulled by an unknown and invisible hand, the many particles yield to the force that beckoned them, causing them to cycle in and sweep towards his being, the enriched energy drawing forth the extent of his reserves, amplifying them akin to breathes of fresh, clean air. It’s well savored as through the union of vision and it’s wielder, one of his many techniques were being manifested quietly, taking well from the books of Inazuma’s classic case of ‘the storm’s eye’, leading to the circulating calm while allowing the surrounding rapids to reach it’s destructive crescendo. Once Thoma’s eyes open again, a gentle, flourishing hue of red is faintly seared into the emerald expanse.
Keeping steadied despite the rampage of seething tremors made from the behemoth’s fist, he watches, he waits, noticing Crosseyra’s creating her brand of destiny through the actions that aim to triumph over her foe. That inkling of pride never fails in burning brighter in seeing her work, forgoing fear, embracing the will for victory as she manages to find and cleave into that critical point. Even with the bloody burst of dark ichor bubbling angrily from it’s now debilitated leg, his demeanor hadn’t flinched, well-adjusted to the required cruelties of the battlefield.
Salted air and remnants sand rained upon all of the party, the Lawachurl in particular rendered victim to cusps of agony its mind hadn’t even known was possible. Why was it leaking!? What was this pain? Could invincibility truly be severed? Attempting pressure upon that leg leads to agony, a concept that allows the deepest recesses of its survival instinct come to a fear filled realization. Through the countless bodies it rendered to pace, the horrified screams of the fallen that rained upon it’s ego akin to honey… And how it was now no different, isn’t this the grim blade that befalls all the living as the possibility?
Death was imminent. Death wasn’t supposed to be a viable option for it. All because of these damned humans that made great post-meal time workouts had dragged it to such a hell. As the grim thoughts melted into an icy realization, desperation mounted as Cross managed to get out of the way from the worst of it’s final moments. Teeth clenched as pure electro hungrily lapped and crackled within the air, the start of its second wind was sloppy, intending to use electro energy itself as an attempt harden that very leg, a potentially fruitless effort yet it refuses to relent while their face burned away. This in turn, causes a wild array of voltage to stir the waters, to allow it’s body to glean with a violet aura as the spear within it’s vicinity dissipated in a brush of light.
Once Cross had joined by back his side, Thoma hadn’t missed an the clockwork instant her efforts had wrenched open.
”You’ve paved the way. Time for us to enact the curtain call.”
Drawing both of his hands hands together for the bellowing noise, as the echo briefly loses its way within the winds, the signature focus of that energy within instantly replied to the signal. Underneath Thoma would be a miniature ring that ran a golden orange, baked into the once ivory sands as the true extent of his idleness would be revealed. As the ground shuddered from the workings another powerful force, surging from the cratered sands washed about with salt water would be an array of blazing hot chains woven purely with pyro, marginally bigger and slower compared to his other variants, through will alone, he’d take that moment in order to draw them around their target.
Within its panic that only elevated in being restrained, it turns out that its own fury is reduced to its own worst weapon. Miniature explosions began to burst from the all around it’s body, primarily at those crystallized growths that padded that burly upper body akin to war trophies through the years it existed and evolved, cruel irony turning it all violently overboard while that mammoth body staggered further.
“Cross–” Canting his head to the side, while the concrete focus is evident upon his face, that smile hadn’t slacked in the slightest. Faith happily allowed the content glow within his irises from going cold, a signal nod being directed her way.
“It’s going to blow itself up, y’mind diverting all of that energy off to the ocean? Can’t have it going and ruining our hard work getting this perfect..” His head returns to the mandatory sight ahead of them. “Picnic spot.”
True to his words, the telltale signs of the encompassing explosion to come would be when the Lawachurl’s blood hadn’t spilled darkness, but violet, bright and frenzied just like it’s emotions as the high focus of elemental blood began to spill upon the chains, finally stirring up a potent enough source of energy for the biggest overload yet. That once burly body was now rendered into pieces and it hadn’t realized in, only one furious roar was drawn into the air before the natural fury of the elements eclipsed in, leading to a shockwave inducing blast that aimed to blow wide.
As Thoma centered his focus on willing the blast in what little ways he could, the true finishing touch was now within Cross’s hands.
It isn’t exactly uncommon for Sirin to ‘lose’ her ‘servants’, though, to call them servants in the first place is also a bit of a stretch. She makes use of pretty much any human she comes across, whether they’re an experienced bard or an inexperienced adventurer. Sure, it takes some culling here and there to get through the more insightful and wise humans that know she’s not the celestial goddess she claims to be, but it seems this human, for what he’s worth, isn’t challenging her demands…
Though, asking for specifics was certainly something she did not ask him to do. Her command was for him to make her food. Without pleasantries such as introductions. Now that it’s been forced upon her, annoyance begins to rear its ugly head as her patience wears thin.
“ I did not ask for your name, human. I demanded that you make me food. I don’t care to mark specifics, make whatever you’re good at making that’s edible. “ She waves a hand, dismissing the concern over the last nameless individual who found themself as part of her retinue. “ Whatever happened to them, they’d better hope that I do not find them again for thinking they could sneak away from a goddess without consequence. “
Not caring. From the subtle shifts of atmosphere, the presence of that tone, to the oddity of how she comes to discern his very existence. What he discerns is the sheer, abyssal cold that manages to elevate from this situation in itself. Thoma’s words find their solace within silence as a single glance within those golden eyes at least for the time, a winded sigh issues from his nostrils before a low grunt of recognition follows. His personal code to begin with couldn’t bare to see a starving stomach and allow it for it to go unchecked. In some ways there’s a sadness that never fails to strike with such behavior.
So what was this matter about her being a goddess? A grand, celestial being who couldn’t conjure forth a meal of their very own? There’s a perplexing nature about the run of this situation, and as for the time?
Thoma understands that to discover more, the only true answer to join within this journey..
“Thoma.” He recites again, refusing to buckle down on that matter while shifting a nearby apron from it’s rack, seamlessly tacking it on. “Being human is only part of the package of me. I won’t let you go hungry, but, isn’t the only place that kind of feeling leads is to an empty table?” The question left hanging. There’s no need for any answer to arise as the silent that blooms amidst their words holds a nearly awkward atmosphere as he departs to the backrooms. “It’ll only be a moment, please have a seat at the stools.”
‘…Chilling. This retinue, certainly they didn’t have part of the reason in making them so prickly? Ah. Before anything else, I need to make sure this meal can be the starting make to a bridge of peace.’
His efforts with his experience, the current situation, there’s a cool kept meticulousness to crafting the current cuisine as the grains of time flutter by.
The roar of a flame destined to cook. Ingredients spliced, blended and drawn into a combination that caring hands knows to create as if applying his will to the craft itself. By the time the blonde returns, settled within his hand is a plate that balances between art and culinary spark. Settled before Sirin’s sight would be the dish of Imported Poultry. The final condition was split between well season, crisped and set to have a satisfying crunch despite the drizzle of the flavoring sauce upon the fried meat.
“Here. It’s a little on the hot side, so sure not to rush too urgently.” Settled alongside of the plate would be a medium cup of lavender melon juice, cool and chilled. “I’d like to see what you think.”
"Hurry up, servant! I don't like waiting all day for my meal. Why is it taking you so lo-- " A pause. Sirin takes a moment to look over Thoma, making small, mental comparisons to others that she may have known, before sneering at him. " I seem to have acquired the wrong subject. Regardless -- you are my new cook. Fetch me my food, servant. "
”….” Oh, he heard that earlier tidbit.
That instantly crafts the idea this particular character tacks upon the pushy alignment whenever matters of the stomach comes into play. For a moment he’s stunned once catching view of who rounds the corner, letting to their first encounter, conjured to a whole lot of staring only for.. a look of distaste to take form!? “Oh, you mean you hold a retainer who’s at your beck and–” Not even any time to react! In fact, who was this poor retainer (or soul in general) that found themselves deleted from their mind in such short notice?!
Thoma’s heart goes out to the unsung soul who lost their graces so exponentially quick within a land like Inazuma, jabs like that are impossible to come back from.
Nonetheless there’s too many questions here and somehow who clearly does need a meal. Hands raised in a gesture for civility, he offers a shake of his head. “Well, there’s a few problems that first of it, don’t you think? Such as us hardly knowing each other. Can’t exactly appease someone’s appetite without getting an idea for their interest, no?” He raises as a potential point. Afterwards, as a gesture of good faith, a single hand is extended towards them for the greeting popularly known as ‘The Handshake.’
”My name’s Thoma, may I know who I be assisting today? And ah, by chance, that servant of yours.. They didn’t get lost within Inazuma did they?”
“ Scientific affairs? ” That didn’t really clarify things much for her. Perhaps she should inquire further as to what that might be. “ A scientific affair that involves causing other people to become wet? Hmm… well, in the past, whenever we snuck off to the beach, you liked making me all wet. Does that have something to do with it? ”
She had a completely straight face on, not realizing the innuendo behind her own words. Poor Jean.
O.. Oh.. Miss Jean…
Thoma’s mind on the other hand after not only being caught in this initially frivolous situation, but it’s violent escalation as someone near and dear had nigh completely knocked the wind from underneath his sails. Stumbling forward a good step, his now blazing face remains a center point of focus while his arm supports the body upon one of the nearby building, a disbelieving stare boring clear at her pretty face.
‘THESE ARE DEFINITELY TWO DIFFERENT THINGS THAT WOULD BE TWO THINGS IN THAT CONTEXT! I– PEOPLE CAN’T BE GETTING THE WRONG IDEA OF WHAT I’M DOING WITH THEIR GRAND MASTER!!’ Oh his thoughts were a frenzy.
And a solid deep breath would be his attempt to be pulled back into reality. Not.. Whatever this mental image swept up had abruptly formed!
”Not in that exact sense! But the example is in the ballllllpark there! I Jean..” Scoots closer to whisper to her!
“With ocean water, you have to include that this whole wettening deal happened with that!”
" Seems you've gotten quite the attention as of late with your rather...interesting explanation of describing 'water and wet'. "
“I’d like to imagine that it factors in with being relatable. Often enough, I imagine that people usually use either themselves are a human based medium as their reference point! At least when it comes to relating.”
“Such as relating to the pain of someone foolishly sticking a finger onto a stove top.”
“Branching further from that direction.. Well, you see where this is going. People get wet, it’s not only a part of nature but also inevitable at their point of life. And at times, people also assist into that particular endeavor as a means to help them.”
do you breathe air
“…And what exactly would make you think that this breathing was an option?”
There‘s a tensed pause upon the current atmosphere while he lets the words loom. Good. Let the very idea gradually drill down into the depths of their soul. In the meantime, Thoma would direct attention towards his nose, giving it a soft thump before shaking his head.
“Aren’t you aware these are merely for show? We filter feed off the elements in the world. From the winds, the water and even down to fire and ice, we’re draining that as sustenance into our bodies.“
“In fact even the action of eating is arbitrary. It’s merely a measured performance in order to promote including others. Similar to how all bird life you see within Teyvat are merely systems to monitor, and how the original idea of this Fake Sky and Flat Earth runs as popular trends..”
Places a hand upon their shoulder.
“You’re in for a road filled with tribulations if you aren’t quick on the uptake.”
HC | Number of related oddities you’ll catch Thoma doing for xyz reason.
+ When desperate times call for desperate measures, it’ll come as no surprise that Thoma will resort to catching his own produce for a scheduled party. As if you’ll see him go cliff diving or rolling by the shoresides to catch either an abundance of crabs or fish needed for banquet.
+ He’s prone in treating the act of Housecleaning as a battlefield. While the state he’s in remains ultimately relaxed, there’s an efficient, tactical sort of lethality in how he executes ridding the Kamisato estate of it’s dust and stains. Sweeps of a duster that works similar to a spear, learning of particular concoctions that would likely be some brand of lethal to eliminate stains. Effortlessly balance upon an object (only to dust it off after) in order to get those hard to reach places.
It alongside of cooking managed to birth a variety of metaphors of how he comes to approach everyday life. Like how the methodical dissection of cutting can reference of ensuring you schedule your plans with. Or in another sense, pick apart the preparations of a foe piece by piece, so they can be adequately ‘cooked’ (defeated.)
If you’re someone who is in his good graces, do not be remotely surprised to hear some of these.
+ For the many scattered about animals throughout Inazuma, he really dislikes having them feel left out while learning the ropes. So for instance if there’s a stray pup that hadn’t found a pack to stick alongside, or in general just feels really sad? While food and entertainment is provided happily by Thoma’s hand…
Don’t be surprised if you hear him howling at the moon with that said dog. It’s a great bonding exercise and we all know it.
+ Whenever Thoma is inebriated due to his low alcohol tolerance, the type of drunk Thoma’s tends to be is the sort that laughs at every little thing. There had been a moment where someone spilled their heart out to him during such a time, the woes of love being expressed to someone, only for Thoma to be in near tears… and not in the kind of attempting empathy.
For some reason it was the fucking funniest thing he ever heard in his life. Needless to say that situation even to this day, is at an extremely sour note, only fostering his determination to seldom go over his limit if it’s within his power.
+ Thoma’s favorite brand of leisure shirts are these brands that has nothing but these cute drawn animal faces on them, settled into a fine pattern and spread all across. Being an avid lover of natural life that he is, he actually holds a pretty wide variety of them if you were to check his closet.
Naturally you’ll come to find a good chunk of them happen to be of the Shiba Inu. Yes he won’t hesitate to get you a matching shirt so you can join him in the love for nature’s best creations.
“ …J-Just what is this discussion about making people wet? ”
She was passing by and didn’t hear the rest of the conversation. Now she’s got an entirely wrong view of what was being said.
“J– Jean! Hey! Ah, when did you arrive towards this part of Mondstadt? This person here had just needed a lesson about.. scientific affairs.”
By the seven his heart is beginning to storm within his rib cage.
Can water be wet Thoma?
”Goodness no, as much of a popular misconception this is, let me clarify. Wet isn’t a state of being but a state of becoming. For example, water itself remains a liquid. Fluid, replenishing– depending on where you drink it from, and ultimately it’s being is a form.”
“And to flip it towards wet itself? You can only become wet, for example, if you go and make another person wet. Then you definitely…”
“How about we take the moment to move this conversation? Haha, Iiiii definitely believe the point has been reached, no?”
❝Get down, Thoma!❞ Her yelling came accompanied with the heel skidding through the sand, body contortioned enough to thrust a direct attack in the face of the giant mutated monster daubed with the Electro energy vibrating like veins across whole Inazuma and its islands. She slashed with her sword above the housekeeper’s head, dealing both physical and elemental damage that made the enemy fall back for a second, giving them a respite. By mere instinct, she pressed her back against Thoma’s.
It was their very first date. She got on actual high heels, a pretty dress. By the Archons, there was a real subtle trace of make up on her face, all gone to waste because―Celestia allowed it somehow―an Electro lawachurl appeared near the beach, a beach full of water in which if they weren’t careful enough, were going to get fried for sure. Her whole attire was new, spent mora on it because commitment for a well-done task was part of the very basis of her personality (and part of it emerged because Thoma deserved a cute date). For fuck’s sake, she was mad.
The lawachurl shook his giant horned head, even madder than before. She touched Thoma’s shoulder softly, bringing him closer. ❝Let’s get done with this already.❞
( @scarletooyoroi ) THOMA, STARTER CALL
Somehow the orders etched with purpose succeeds in letting a form repressed strew effortlessly from it’s hiding. Danger by now was balanced between the sharpness of glinting steel to the thread of colossal threat. So what better to do then to effortlessly obey the voice that aligned with his trust? He moves, the stir of ameno gliding back like a soft breath, heavily contrast while he leans down, his vision swimming from the sight that scarlet flame hair rapidly approaching towards the sky of a beautiful night, chaos thriving at the most inopportune time while he catches a brief moment of the clash above while he successfully ducks down, leading his body to brace the intensity from Cross’s attack striking at a resilient foe.
Pride surged within Thoma’s chest in watching how the behemoth was stuttered away by the attack. As for the massive Hilichurl, a life where it’s massive blessing in body often led it to capitalize a slew of easy victories, being met with a potential antithesis led to it embracing the sense of.. wounded pride? It began as an irritating ire that burned into anger, the piercing electro spun into a frenzy as the crystallize masses from it’s limbs began to tremble, it’s muscles growing broader while pure steam seethed from it’s lips. These two. Why were such frail looking specimens refusing to break? How did they deceptively tuck away such strength!?
A shockwave of raw element shudders from it’s bulky mass as it’s electro armor begins to coalesce.
As for Thoma and Cross who found their reconvening position, pure power successfully stirred within his being after catching a moment of her in action. Naturally, it manages to momentarily the balm the fact their beautiful late night picnic had been interrupted. Similar to the beast above as she whispers a thought that aligns in agreement, if she were to peek closer, a golden red aura began to stir an outline about his body, elevating the surrounding temperature while Cross herself remains perfectly fine.
“If it’s any consolation? Cross? You’ve made one of my favorite sights just then.” As one of his hands reach up to tenderly sweep those calloused fingers along her’s, a silent promise of their work being quick before Thoma make’s his advance, the moon being their witness as within an all dark suit with it’s crimson addition, a person touch of dragon flame’s embellished as an all too familiar sigil. As the Lawachurl carefully studies it’s prey, Thoma picks the moment to adjust his tie before getting right to the point upon advance.
”You have no one to blame but yourself. Just understand that tonight, right here, is where you’ll fall for your folly.” He exclaims, light swimming into being by his side as with a flick of the fingers, it’d spin into the sight of his Kitan Spear, firmly gripped as it only amplifies the fighting will exuding from him.
And upon that note? The Lawachurl instantly begins it’s soon to be rampage. As the energy swelled upon a new height, those bulky arms raise high, intending to turn this beach into another pit in the ocean with a shameless show of it’s strength. Electricity sung it’s tune of promised glory within it’s burly knuckles, leading to it attempting to make the slam down, if only it would’ve prepared for instant approach of the blonde making a dashing leap towards it’s hands, awkward pausing them before any momentum could assist it’s might. What it smacked into preemptively would be the coalesced, swirling patterns of dragon flame as encounter paused by the airborne Thoma, causing them to share an exchange of looks, confusion and determination as nature followed it’s due course.
A singular explosive instantly engulfs the premise, leading to the Lawachurl’s arms to be awkwardly bent back, the unexpected force causing it to stumble, making the ground shiver as the Fixer is sent ricocheting back into the air. Flipping himself backwards and into an upright stance, quick aim and fresh air allows for his spear vault to hit true, sailing down and biting into the oceanside at the beast’s feet, the lit up spear happily burning it’s might into the surroundings, a following clash of seawater clashing with high elemental purity making a burst of Vaporize proc, causing their foe to nearly trip. Wild jolts of static haze and bolts sparked around it’s form, proof of it’s diminishing focus.
“All on you, Cross! Let’s break through that hide!” He’d announce upon landing, skidding back and stirring up shoreline sand as one of his arms tense them stretch itself out, another firm pulse from his pyro vision diminishing his Blazing Blessing in order to form one of renewed strength around his girlfriend.