headcanon that xiao smells like petrichor. kaeya smells like snow/cold(y'all can't tell me that cold don't have a smell, it DOES.). noelle smells like roses but also cleaning supplies. rose scented cleaning supplies how's that. zhongli smells. warm. you get no explanation.
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Sorry the whole debate is stupid because saying that diluc nearly killing kaeya wasn't a big deal or that it was justified is literally not something I'd expect him to want to hear either just going off of how his relationship with kaeya is written in the actual game like you think diluc would suck your dick if you told him he was right for attacking his brother, whom he clearly still loves and misses even if he's incapable of showing it in a non ass backwards manner? Girl he'd kill himself
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Kaeya's turn! He gives me 'styled beard' vibes and it's a shame he doesn't have one. I fixed that.
Darkened his skin tone a smidge, then darkened one eye and made the pupils larger since they were miniscule. Squared his jaw a bit (it doesn't show up as much as I'd like ) and rounded his nose.
He could be this but they only have tops on their design team I guess.
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[ COVER ] ((bring in the DRAMAAAA! also reply with any muse you like~!
Things done while sparring/fighting || Accepting! || @theoneandonii
((YAAAS THE DRAMAAAA 🙌 Thank you so much for sending this in! ❤️ I am physically incapable of NOT adding a ton of situational context to these scenario-based memes so aslkjfkd i'M SORRY IT GOT SUPER LONG 8'D I hope you enjoy!))
Kaeya may have underestimated how dangerous it would be to wander Inazuma on his own.
The storms and downpours weren't a problem. The nation ruled by the God of Wind also boasted its fair share of tempests, so the Captain was used to trekking through rain and mud. No, it was the wandering threats of the island nation that had caught him off guard.
Mondstadt was a relatively safe place. Even on his most eventful patrols, he'd only have to deal with hilichurls or treasure hoarders. Thus, he'd been drastically unprepared when a fully armored samurai rushed him in the middle of a raging storm, his wicked blade and silhouette nearly twice Kaeya's height illuminated by flashes of lightning.
The enemy's strength rivaled even the most brutish lawachurls that wandered the plains of Mondstadt; Kaeya deflected his blows, but the sheer force behind each left him staggering. Bursts from Kaeya's Vision illuminated the darkness. The rain gave him an edge, but the samurai's strength kept them evenly matched until—
A vicious strike wrenched Kaeya's arms and made him cry out. His sword dropped into the mud, and the samurai bashed his shoulder into his chest. One stumble on the slicked ground was all it took for Kaeya to fall prone on his back. A streak of lightning glinted off the blade plunging towards him. His eye squeezed shut and he braced himself...
But no pain ever came. A sudden weight pressed down on him and forced the air from his chest in a rush. His eye shot open as he sputtered, staring in dazed shock up at the face of the stranger whose body covered his own. Rain dripped from long white hair onto Kaeya's cheeks.
"Wh—" He didn't know which of the dozen questions whirling in his mind would've escaped if it had the chance. Who are you? What are you doing here? Why would you do that for someone you don't even know? But none of those thoughts could fully form before the deadly glimmer of steel flashed over the stranger's shoulder.
He'd already been hurt for Kaeya's sake. Whoever he was, Kaeya would protect him in return.
"Keep your head down!" he shouted over the roar of the rain. Icy blue light spilled through the mud caked over his Vision. One hand delved into silvery locks to draw the other's head safely into the crook of his shoulder, while the other swept through the air, permafrost crackling on his fingertips.
Ice burst from his palm and froze the rain just above them, propelling the resulting spray of frigid needles into the samurai's face with the force of gunfire. Their attacker cried out and stumbled backward, and Kaeya wasted no time. He scrambled up onto his elbows, his grip on the other sliding down to his arm to help support him as he sat up.
"Hey—can you stand?" A concerned sapphire scrutinized the stranger's face, trying to gauge the severity of his injury. His voice was soft, but urgent. "This isn't over yet."
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thinking about that 5-minute kaeya interaction we had in caribert vs his character stories. how he tells us about his khaenri'ahn legacy so casually as if it doesn't bother him at all but his character stories suggest that it does indeed haunt him. how he says he doesn't care but evidence shows so, so much otherwise. but if it truly hurt him he wouldn't have told us so damn easily. i can't tell which source was lying because there's evidence pointing to both...
i need to know. how much the choice of loyalty and freedom really affects him. how much his legacy affects him
*vomits* /j
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Kaeya does not have a solid, detailed opinion on Dainsleif yet. He is intrigued by Dainsleif because he hails from Khaenri'ah. As someone who still has a tie to his homeland ( imposed by exterior circumstances ) and is interested in it ( why else would he have traveled to Sumeru in hopes of finding Khaenri'ah's whereabouts? ), Kaeya cannot disregard Dainsleif's existence so easily.
But do you want to know something? The fact that Dainsleif has been observing and studying him for who knows how long? Now that pisses him off. And although he did not exhibit any hint of annoyance as Dain specifically ordered a Death After Noon upon their initial meeting, oh, let it be known that it was very much present internally.
Kaeya Alberich likes digging into suspicious people's lives. Likes to observe them. To study them. To find out more about their personalities, routines, plans, and motivations. Kaeya Alberich does not like, however, when he is the very victim and/or focus of said schemes.
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overall, kaeya thinks that he actually needed a breather. a breather with ginger hair and a smile that could rival the sunlight, pulling him by the hand while giggling like a child about it.
they abandon mondstadt in an hurry, like they're fugitives: past a certaint point, their relaxed stroll breaks into a run as if pursued just for the thrill of it, the freedom tasting sweet on their tongues. they stop around halfway towards liyue, where childe shields him from the looming sight of dawn's winery with an arm around his waist, guiding him into a region he knows a bit better than kaeya.
it seems like ajax is whisking him away, perhaps to outsiders, but he wants him to do just that.
it's the most relaxing vacation that kaeya remembers spending: for three weeks he breathes, watches and lives with childe, watching him closely while they travel. he doesn't remember their hands leaving eachother for more than ten minutes at worst, fingers entertwined as one of them trails at the other's side. teyvat is beautiful, and while the foolish notion of traveling all of it is tempting, they simply don't have enough time to do that.
so they move between liyue and the vast territory parting it from the city of freedom, daring to edge at the chasm and sitting in a comfortable, empty tree trunk that borders in sumeru to rest a while and watch the gynormous sumpter beasts do the same in a large field. kaeya rests his back against the musk and, for once, doesn't find himself disgusted by it.
sometimes in inns, in and out quick, sometimes in caves, they find peace with eachother. for once there are no fatui, no knights, no political discussions. for once, they're just kaeya and ajax.
in front of a sunset, after bickering about entrails and fishy kisses, kaeya expresses a quiet wish that this inner peace he feels could last forever. childe softly comments that he likes to share a life with him, both good and bad sides, and kaeya closes his eyes, pacified and bathing himself in the coziness of a camp, with a familiar body warmth to lean into. even the damned, slimy food doesn't taste so bad.
when they come back to civilization, the city of freedom seems a mountain of unnatural houses, of strangers happily greeting him. the faces all blend together in a blur of days spent chasing cats and scolding drunken citizens from doing irresponsible things.
the sun shines down over the city, warm and pleasant, but kaeya has grown colder and jaded towards the place who was never this home, if it was further possible.
if his friends notice, nobody mentions it.
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Tell me what y’all running Kaeya on because I feel like my man could be so much better. Someday. Maybe. If I ever manage a five star weapon. Any build. Just, what are you doing with him, because I keep changing builds like an idiot
Yes this is me procrastinating on figuring out if I should crown the skill or the burst and also whining about artifact farming because fuck artifacts
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