I am still absolutely getting destroyed on the star glow cavern time trial battle to open up dragonspine… anyone available to give me a hand or have any tips?
Kaeya doesn’t remember much from his time in Khaenri’ah. When he tries to drag his mind back to his memories of childhood, sharp pain blossoms behind his right eye; his thoughts trail off, his mind deflecting whatever it is it was trying to retrieve; and he’s left with a migraine and swirling vertigo for his troubles. So, he rather prefers not dwell on the past.
However, this ruin he finds himself brings sharp knives to his eyes no matter where he looks, and he can’t shake the tug of familiarity that has settled in his chest.
The empty halls fill with the ghosts of laughter.
He’s lost time again as he finds his feet have brought him to a set of looming arched doors half coated in rubble. Butterflies churn aggressively in his gut, telling him to run, get out of there, but his hands move of their own accord to wrestle the door open. It makes an awful, screeching sound as the heavy oak grates on the stone floor.
The air is still, like the ruin itself is holding its breath.
Like the rest of the ruin, the space of the room is covered in rubble, the half-collapsed walls gaping open to show the cavern encasing the underground city. Intricate stonework knots the floors, moss creeping between the etched patterns, and continues up the tall pillars. The room is large and stretched out, an open space. Kaeya wonders what it was used for. Perhaps a training room-
The air stirs, a breeze picking up the settled dust and sending visions dancing around him-
A pressure tugs at his hand urging him forward. He trips and falls forward, putting his hands out to brace his fall-
The room spins
Girlish giggles sound around him, and another tug of his hand pulls him up
He’s suddenly in a much smaller body. That can’t be right, he’s—
Midnight blue hair and sparkling eyes kneel down to meet him. Dance with me Kae, the girl voices, her words sounding foreign and strange. He’s pulled along and twirled—
Kaeya’s eyes whip around the room as the dust settles. Confused, he inspects his very-much-adult-like hands, before bringing one up to press against the ache in his eye.
More visions tease the edge of his sight. A door slams. He chases after it. Those treasure hoarders agai—
More doodles & writing some scenes out to get them out of my head.
I know I said the aranaras are sweet, but some of the things they say are creeping me tf out at times. No, I do not want to be turned into a plant tyvm. Bless their cute little hats though.
I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve just had time to binge Sumeru the last few days and it’s WONDERFUL. Please give me more Tighnari content 🥺
PLUS there are SO MANY side quests. Bless the sweet little Aranaras. I’m wondering if the other ‘golden Nara’ that they refer to is the traveller’s sibling?
I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve just had time to binge Sumeru the last few days and it’s WONDERFUL. Please give me more Tighnari content 🥺
PLUS there are SO MANY side quests. Bless the sweet little Aranaras. I’m wondering if the other ‘golden Nara’ that they refer to is the traveller’s sibling?
Bodyswap fic idea that’s burning a hole in my brain 🧠 I gave up with the arms but you get the idea.
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Jean looks surprised to see him. Well, he does currently look like his estranged brother, so the confusion is understandable. Diluc fidgets next to him, clearly uncomfortable and trying not to let it show. His fingers tap at the seam of his trousers.
“Kaeya, Sir Diluc, to what do I owe the …pleasure?” She asks uncertainly. Her gaze settles on Diluc, well Diluc who currently looks like Kaeya, with a somewhat questioning expression.
Kaeya clears his throat.
“Well, you see my dear Jean,” the endearment sounds odd when its Diluc’s voice, “my dearest brother and I have wound ourselves in quite the predicament.”
She eyes him warily, motioning for him to continue.
He whets his lips, his mouth suddenly becoming very dry.
“I’m actually Kaeya,” he points to himself, and then to Diluc, “and that’s Diluc.”