𝓯altering upon acidic stare and equally acidic words, driving itself through him like the blades she wielded ruthlessly. 𝓪 laugh, seemingly unaffected by venomous words, simply a farce.
then, shall i simplify it for your regret that veils the damning truth you wish to 𝓲gnore? war cannot be won alone, 𝓹yro archon. through sacrifice shall you emerge triumphant, but the mantle you +
quiet simper falls from lips, a playful wind brushing against war's scarred cheek. a grin follows neck, 𝓵ithe fingers strumming a lone tune.
"𝓪h, my apologies, my friend!"
𝓬urious strum of holy lyre, a divine tune melodically soothing one's false ire. perhaps 𝓵oves heart is yet to harden completely?
𝔀ar ravages the land of warriors, yet their deity wishes to free them from their birthright ... though a 𝓱eart of gold you possess, the wisdom one must have seems to have dissipated in face of grief.
presence usually scarce, form materializing underneath the symbol of mondstadt's 𝓱ero. the day is lovely, no?
lone stretch of limbs, 𝒶ccompanied by a yawn. what a beautiful morning it is, if only he had an apple …
another strum, wind blowing gently against the curve of dollish countenance. they match it with a well—timed hum, gaze iridescent.
“wandering around, as all bards do, in search of ﹠
a blink, before a grin slips on their face. another strum, it’s smile wide.
“and war comes for the gentle breeze; how may this humble bard assist the mighty pyro archon .ᐣ”
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