[Nov Catchall] ✵ Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.

[phoenixblessed]

⌛ Who: Diluc Ragnvindr (phoenixblessed), Red Wine, (judgementor), Vennessa (vennessa), Thanatos (inevitablerest) & Raphael (cupiditasmedendi) & you perhaps.
⌛ What: TDM things, general prompts, closed prompts for November. Drop me a prompt to answer if you like!
⌛ When: Through November
⌛ Where: Noted in prompts
⌛ Warnings: Will be marked when they are needed

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✵ Diluc Ragnvindr
  + [CLOSED] Kazuha
  + [CLOSED] Zhongli
  + [CLOSED] Kaeya

✵ Red Wine
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✵ Thanatos
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✵ Vennessa
  + [CLOSED] Childe
  + [CLOSED] Kazuha

✵ Raphael
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✵ Diluc Ragnvindr

[phoenixblessed]

[cliche rain serenade]

[leafwhistle]

[It wasn’t like Kazuha makes a habit of just knocking on random doors, especially since he arrived in Nippon and there were so many other options. He normally wouldn’t even think of it, especially since normally he knows well in advance that rain was coming. He’d tasted it earlier in the day, even.

The gifts that nature gave him can’t accommodate for time surges though, and when the samurai had stepped out of the shop he was in and started down the street, he found he suddenly didn’t have as much time as he thought he did.

His clothes were soaked through almost instantly, and Kazuha raised his head to the sky with a sigh. It’s unexpected, but it’s peaceful, so he can’t be that upset— and then the thunder started to rumble, making the buzzing in his ears start and the familiar pressure behind his eyes.

By the time the thunder was in full force in the area, the samurai was almost blind with the throbbing in his head. He staggers down the street, the bag of his purchases held loosely in his hand, and he’s tried a few houses with no answer — why would they? — before he stops at this one. The maple seems inviting at least, but his hand thumps against the door half heartedly.]

<3

[phoenixblessed]

[He's only been in the house a few days, still getting used to the various creaks and shifting of the building as it settles into having someone new living in it. Kaeya hasn't come across yet, though there's time enough for that and he's relatively sure the other man will move soon.

Until then, there's the unpacking of his own things to go about and the occasional movement of furniture when he decides he doesn't like where he put it. When the rain suddenly starts, he has to fight with the back door for a few moments before he manages to slide it shut and he almost misses the gentle knock at the other side of the building.

He listens for another sound, hears nothing, but something drives him to go and check anyway. If nothing else, something might have fallen off the roof.

What he opens the door to, however, is--]

Kazuha? [The name comes to him, half forgotten, and tumbles out in a tone of clear confusion as he takes in the state of the drenched Inazuman on his doorstep.] What are you--? Come in, get in out of the rain.

smoo smoo

[leafwhistle]

[When no one comes, Kazuha resigns himself to moving onto the next house. With his head aching, he allows himself that brief moment to rest his head against the door, the wood cool beneath his damp forehead. He almost misses the sound of footsteps over the noise, lifting his head and hand just in time for the door to slide open.]

O-oh, Ragnvindr-san?

[He wasn’t expecting anyone he knew, but this did make it easier in the sense he doesn’t need to convince anyone to let him in. It makes it harder for his pride, but he lifts his hand to wipe soaked hair out of his eyes as he looks through the door on invite.]

I wasn’t… expecting anyone I knew. Forgive my sudden appearance. I was caught in the thunderstorm…

[He presses a hand to his forehead, as if the pressure would help alleviate the throb. His skin is clammy— he looks unwell.]

I don’t wish to intrude.

[phoenixblessed]

[Diluc hadn't been expecting any visitors at all, let alone a man he hadn't seen in weeks showing up entirely by chance. It looks just as well, though, as Kazuha certainly isn't looking like he's feeling his best.]

It's no intrusion. Come in.

[And even if it was... he would hardly send the man back out into the rain when he looked so unsteady (or even if he was simply soaked). He steps back from the doorway and gestures for Kazuha to step inside, and promptly slides the door shut behind him once he's through. Inside the sound of the storm is markedly quieter, and though the place is clean there are still a few boxes here and there and a few pieces of furniture that don't quite look as if they have found their place yet.]

I'll fetch you something to dry off. Don't mind the mess. [The redhead moves quickly to fetch a towel, coming back with one that's clean and soft and warm and offering it out once he returns.] You're welcome to stay here until the rain stops.

[And then, because curiosity demands it...]

Are you... all right?

for Zhongli (@negeotiation)

[phoenixblessed]

[He's been carrying the unconscious harbinger for so long now that his arms have locked into place. His shoulders are burning but he still doesn't drop him, and despite the glances he gets from locals as he walks with the obviously bloody young man in his arms he keeps his focus on finding the address that he'd managed to shake out of Childe when they had finally made it back to civilisation.

He pauses at the junction of a street, shifting Childe's weight very carefully in his arms, then turns and some minutes later finally comes to the apartment building he's looking for.]

You owe me after this, damn Fatui brat. [Diluc mutters to himself as he steps inside, needing another few minutes before he finally finds the right door.

Once there, owing to the lack of any free hands with which to knock, he gives the base of the door a firm kick, and then another. When it opens, he just about manages to conceal his surprise at who answers and tips his head towards Childe.]

I assume this fool belongs to you, unless he gave me the wrong address.

[negeotiation]

[Luckily for Diluc, Zhongli had noticed Childe's disappearing act. As it stands, he's actually home to hear the knock still, hopeful that Childe would return soon. Maybe he'd simply felt restless...?

He's correct, but not in the way he hoped. When the knock comes he opens the door, and if Diluc pays close attention he can note the minute changes of his expression: the thinning of his lips, the narrowed eyes and finally the quiet sigh that escapes him-- worry, irritation, resignation.

Of course he couldn't settle for a walk.]

Yes, he does indeed. [His voice is long-suffering but patient as he reaches out to take Childe from Diluc, sure that the man is growing weary of carrying another body by this point.] I had hoped he'd merely left for a walk, but I am guessing that is not the case. You have my deepest apologies for all the trouble he's caused.

[He should have tied him to the bed.]

[phoenixblessed]

Careful, he's bleeding.

[Good thing that Childe is entirely out for the count or he might think that Diluc actually cared.

He hands the younger man over and then lets out an audible sound of relief, rubbing one hand over the opposite shoulder and wincing slightly as the sensation starts to prickle back into his arms. Gods, how long had he actually been carrying the man around for? It had to have been well over an hour.]

If I'd known he was already badly injured, I wouldn't have started a fight to begin with. [There's no way to say it without sounding like they were a pair of roughhousing children. He at least manages to look a little chagrined, still irritated that Childe really thought he could take him in this state.]

But don't feel you need to apologise for him.

[negeotiation]

So he reopened his wounds.

[He lets out another sigh, looking unsurprised. He examines Childe briefly for a moment to make sure he doesn't stress his wounds, before turning his gaze to Diluc, his movements and body language.

And pausing. Considering for a moment, before stepping back and away from the doorway. His hands clutch Childe's body firmly but gently-- his hands which are a curious shade of amber, since he is gloveless at the moment.]

Please, come in. At the very least allow me to make you some tea in thanks for all the trouble you went through to bring him home.

[He's not going to point out that Diluc looks like he could use a break, but he is certainly aware of it.]

Another thunderstorm thread 💙

[icepatch]

[It hadn’t taken too long after Diluc moved to the new house that Kaeya followed suit. He had a little more than the redhead so it was a matter of procuring the boxes and a way to transport (thankfully, the horse he was so fond of was able to be used with a rented cart). Once that was all done, Kaeya was officially out of the apartment and in a new and strangely nostalgic home. But of course, the weather had to test his patience which is why during one late evening (or early morning, he didn’t bother checking the time) he was out of the bedroom and sitting at the kotatsu in the living room. There was a steaming mug of tea next to his face that he was resting on the wooden top, hands resting against his ears as he tried to wait out the storm long enough to maybe catch up on a little sleep.]

Tch, so pathetic.

[His voice was barely above a whisper. He shut his eyes tightly, even if one was covered by the patch, as the room lit up followed closely by the loud, almost house-quaking boom of thunder. He probably should have brought a blanket to help muffle but that would mean potentially waking up Diluc since the wooden floors were not quiet.]

[phoenixblessed]

[The weather has been... unsettled in the past week and it isn't the first storm that Diluc has weathered in this house. Rain rattles across the roof and the wind makes the wood creak, and Diluc doesn't manage to sleep through it any more than Kaeya does.

Eventually he gets up, pulling on a robe and padding through the house barefoot and messy-haired towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. He passes by the living room on the way, noticing the faint light coming from inside and spying Kaeya's back as the man sat at the kotatsu.

Ah... of course.

He gets his drink, then pulls a blanket out of a cupboard in the hallway and heads for the living room. The soft creaking of the floorboards under his feet isn't too audible over the sound of the rain. He leans past Kaeya to put his glass down, then wraps the blanket around his shoulders and sits down to wrap both arms around him from behind.]

Hey, you.

[icepatch]

[Kaeya caught sight of the second cup appearing in his vision followed shortly by the pair of arms wrapping around his middle. The warmth that settled behind him was welcoming, even if he berated himself for even needing it. He kept his fave on the table, but he pulled his hands from his ears and rested his arms against Diluc’s anyway.]

Hey. Did I wake you?

[He never experienced thunderstorms with this frequency before, but he supposed if this land was going to resemble Inazuma, the storms would come with it. He sighed softly. He missed Mondstadt on days like this.]

[phoenixblessed]

No, you didn't.

[He curls himself slightly over Kaeya's back as more blue streaks flush through his hair with the proximity between them. He coaxes Kaeya to sit up so he can press a soft kiss behind his ear, and gods it's so much easier to comfort him when he isn't second-guessing everything he does.]

Hard to sleep through this.

[Diluc takes hold of the edges of the blanket and bundles Kaeya up in it, resting his chin against the other man's shoulder.]

You don't have to deal with this on your own, Kae.

✵ Red Wine

[judgementor]

✵ Thanatos

[inevitablerest]

✵ Vennessa

[vennessa]

for Childe (@acutabove)

[vennessa]

[Vennessa finding her way to a beach was inevitable as soon as she realised that Nippon had accessible beaches. They were in short supply in Mondstadt, which favoured high cliffs over expanses of sand, and she hadn't visited one in many years.

She's used to being alone, though knowing that she can call Venti at a moments notice does make her feel like she is never truly lonely. Still, only one set of footprints trails behind her as she walks along the shore with her shoes dangling in one hand, the wind tugging at her clothes and whipping the scent of salt into her hair.

At a narrower part of the beach where the sand gives way to a few low rock pools she stops and picks up a large shell, turning it over in her hand. She gives it a quick wash in one of the pools, then brushes her hair back and holds the shell against her ear.

The woman feels eyes on her then, and looks around to find a redheaded young man loitering nearby. Unsure if he was watching her or she just happened to feel him glancing over in her direction she observes him for a moment, then mentally scolds herself for her apparent paranoia.]

Hello. [She greets him brightly, the shell she had been 'listening' to now held lightly to her chest.] I'm sorry for staring, it's just that you're the first person I've seen out here for hours.

[acutabove]

[ Since arriving in Nippon the beach had become one of his favorite places to clear his head and it should not have been much of a surprise that he would find himself here now, several days of bedrest later. Many of his wounds had been cleaned and dressed, tended to with a careful hand and ample amounts of spellwork that ensured that he could move about comfortably without worry of re-opening any wounds. He still had a bit more to go before he was in fighting form (something that he would argue, incessantly, to anyone that questioned it, because fights while injured were just more challenging and gave an exciting handicap) but he was well enough to walk, and so Childe took advantage of it as much as he could.

The skies were clear, the sun was shining, and the breeze that wafted by brought with it the aroma of salt and the sea. Here and there the beaches were littered with the occasional shell, bubbling sands underfoot denoting the presence of clams or any other type of burrowed, marine animal. Childe didn't bother to check; there was always time to go digging later, he reasoned.

Right now his focus was on making his way up and down the sands, watching the tracks he'd leave behind, scouring the path for any shells that might have been washed up along the shoreline. He had a small collection already - nothing valuable, of course, but pretty enough to do something with, maybe - in his hands, and it was only when he found himself distracted by a bird passing high overhead casting a shadow on the sand that he realized he wasn't alone.

The vivid, bright red hair catches the corners of his eyes and prompts him to turn his head, recognition flaring in his gaze at the color. Diluc, here -

- but it's not Diluc. It very much isn't, even if the shade of hair is almost exactly the same violent red that the Mondstadt man sports. If the shape of the woman's body wasn't enough to tip him off that it was someone completely unrelated, then the friendly, familiar greeting she shoots in his direction is enough to make him realize that oh, this definitely wasn't Diluc.

And she's staring at him. ]

Hello. [ He responds, conversationally, making his way casually down the sands so they both don't have to shout to be heard. ] There's no need to apologize. I'm surprised, there aren't very many people out here, especially during this season.

[ It's not cold, not to anyone from Snezhnaya; but her hair color almost immediately identifies her as a refugee. The fact that she more or less has a shell held up to her ear only solidifies it, and while the sight is charming enough by itself Childe can't help but feel as though there's something... almost familiar about her. He can't quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it really is the red hair so very much like Diluc's. ]

I'm not stealing your stock of seashells, am I? [ He inquires, showing her the assortment he had in his own arms: a predominantly abalone mix, with shells in varying degrees of pearlescent blues and pinks. Nothing exceptionally fancy, but they were certainly pretty enough in their own right. ]

[vennessa]

[Any wariness she might have had eases considerably at his friendly greeting in turn, and she picks her way closer to him as he approaches. Vennessa is tall for a woman and well-built, but she hops nimbly across a couple of rock pools between them and pushes her hair away from her face as the sea breeze whips it around.

She looks down at the shell she's carrying - a conch, if she knew what one was to name it - and shakes her head, offering it out to him.]

No, you're not. I remember hearing once that you could hear the wind if you put a shell to your ear. I haven't been able to try it before.

[Her nose wrinkles slightly when she smiles, and she looks out to the sea with a happy-sounding sigh. It really is good to be able to just exist, for a little while, without having to worry too much about anything. The things she could worry about aren't things that she can change, so she has been trying not to let them weigh too heavily on her mind.

Amber eyes flick down briefly, catching sight of the Hydro Vision secured at Childe's hip. She looks up at him then with a faintly knowing expression.]

Another one from Teyvat? I seem to be finding you everywhere.

[acutabove]

[ His expression changes minutely at her words, easily missed if one wasn't looking. Something like reminiscence, nostalgia, a longing flits across his features, reflected in the limpid blue of his eyes and reasserting itself in the distant smile that curves his lips. What she offers him isn't anything remotely shaped like a starconch, but the sentiment is very much there. Perhaps it differed between worlds.

But Childe isn't so impolite as to not take an invitation when he sees it - even if he has nothing really to offer in exchange - and he reaches out a hand to take the conch for himself. It's weighted and fits nicely in his hand, held carefully in long fingers as though it were something precious.

It's as he's lifting it up to his ear, however, that he freezes, because what she says next has his gaze flicking from her face down over the rest of her body. Being from Tevyat herself it should be pretty obvious to her what it is he's looking for. ]

... I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure. [ Her features mark her as someone from Natlan, perhaps, a descendant of the Muratans? He'd thought the same of Diluc when he'd first seen him, nevermind how... less brightly his flame burned. ]

Tartaglia. Though I imagine if you've met others they might have referred to me as Childe. It doesn't matter to me which one suits you. Given our circumstances, who knows when we'll make it home again.

[ A pause - he has to act. The hair is too similar not to. ]

Are you related to the Ragnvindrs, by any chance?

for Kazuha (@leafwhistle)

[vennessa]

[It's been another day of fruitful exploring in Vennessa's opinion. She had found an abandoned stone shrine far off a trail in the middle of some woodland and sat there for a while after clearing the leaves and moss from it. There had been nothing there to tell her what or who it might have been for, but it had provided her with a fine place to think and to practice the concepts of Kaze magic that she had been taught the day before.

The idea of being able to learn magic is still a strange one to her, having never had a Vision in Teyvat, but as the air gathers around her fingers and moves outwards in a soft burst of wind she can't help but feel a stirring of excitement. Is this what it feels like for them all the time? To have the elements at their command like this?

Later on, as the sky begins to grow darker and the birds begin to come down to roost, Vennessa packs up her things and shoulders her pack, moving off to find somewhere to camp for the night. City life doesn't suit her, although it's very convenient to be able to walk into one without worrying about anyone harassing her while she gets supplies. She certainly doesn't mind that part.

As she looks for somewhere to stop for the night she spies something not too far from where she's walking. A small campfire perhaps, or something glinting between the trees. Vennessa frowns, stops for a moment, then makes her way towards it. What she finds looks to be a small camp and she stops at the edge of it, rubbing the back of her head as she looks around. It's the first time she's seen evidence of someone else living outside like this.]

Is someone there? [She calls out after a moment, sliding her pack off her shoulders and setting it down lightly. There's evidence of belongings left here so whoever set this up surely can't be far...]

[leafwhistle]

[In his time since arriving to Nippon, Kazuha has slept outside many nights, but few times has anyone with sentience approached his camp. On the occasion he’s had to slay an ayakashi or another monster (is there a difference? He’s not sure yet) but very few times he’s had to worry about a human or yokai visiting him.

Evenings are always when he settles down to have dinner and wine, a time to get comfortable and settle in before night fully falls. There’s a pot bubbling away over the fire, giving off the rich aroma of forest vegetables and— is that rabbit?

He’s just returning from washing his face and hands when he hears a voice. Cautiously, he places a hand on the hilt of his katana as he approaches his camp, fire light casting shadows over his face as he steps out of the darker part of the woods. His ruby eyes flick over her, wary but curious.]

Just I. [His eyes fall to her pack. He has one similar, sitting nearby.] I wasn’t expecting company tonight. I should probably add more water to the pot then.

[vennessa]

[Ah, there is someone here.

She had expected that, but somehow his appearance still startles her. Perhaps it's the way he arrives with a hand on his weapon that makes her wary. Vennessa herself doesn't carry one, but she had never needed one - she could use her fists as well as any weapon she might have tossed to her in the arena.]

I don't mean to impose.

[And she lifts her pack up easily, as if it weighs almost nothing in spite of the size of it, moving to sling it back over her shoulder.] I can find somewhere else to spend the night.

[leafwhistle]

Nonsense.

[At her readiness to leave, he feels more relaxed, and he just simply steps over to the pot and picks up a nearby cloth to lift the lid. As he opens it a cloud of steam and the smell of stew puffs into the air, and he picks up a cut bamboo water bottle, pulling the cork from the top so he can pour more water into the pot. While he’s there, he throws a few more mushrooms in.

As he leans, the string holding his visions slides over his back, clinking softly. He pays it no heed— they are secure on him, no threat of them falling off or getting lost in the pot.]

My company is open to all, most of all a fellow traveler.

✵ Raphael

[cupiditasmedendi]