° 「 Il Capitano 」 ° 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. ° ───────↬❦↫─────── ° ↠ Indie Canon/AU Portrayal ↠ Further Info in Thread ↠ One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

"Why, you ask?" Rerir's vulnerability shone through his cracking visage. The tension between them was electric—magnetic—an intangible force Kyryll longed to sink his teeth into to lay his claim. There really was no turning back for him. He had went and let himself 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. "Because I want to." +

// goodnight... i can't stay awake... i will simply perish

// have a presentation later today and so i will be late with replies. locking in on my assignment and will sleep after~

// i love writing introspection in rp so picking flins up was the best choice ever... this guy is long-winded in speech and always reflects over his experiences

"Quite sure." Rerir approached him, but didn't dare look him in the eye. That didn't stop Kyryll from staring up at him unabashedly, trying to capture any glimpses of red he could. "At least, if you wanted to claim me mad, I would say there is a method to 𝘮𝘺 madness." +

Oh... Kyryll did like that reaction. It wasn't fair, though. Rerir punished him for his genuine praise by hiding more of his face in those bandages. One day, the fae would find a way to remove them... For now, he was pleased with the way Rerir avoided his gaze, distracted from his +

Yule did always remind him of the Tsar.

// if kaeya ends up being related to reed miller i fear it's over for me

The patrons in The Flagship are rather loud tonight.

// the bots are out in droves, i see. it's a bit surprising to see it here on bsky but alas

This was a situation where anything he said could easily backfire against him, Kyryll realized. He couldn't relate to how Rerir felt in this moment. Untainted by the Abyss and able to change his appearance as he pleased, Kyryll had already taken up his ideal human identity, and rather liked what +

// goodnight~

// phasmophobia AU where varka is the fearless squad leader, maybe a little green to the game mechanics, running in and trying to see if the ghosts are friendly... all because he heard a rumor that they were a long time ago... on his team: albedo (instantly solves every map) 2 more idk.

// i'm an idiot obsessed with writing fluff and hurt/comfort lore plots that's all i'm good for

// i have steeled myself for my inevitable luna 3 varflins crashout

Kyryll was no longer accustomed to experiencing the touch of another outside of combat, and Rerir's hand 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. Specifically the one on his back, dangerously close to where his wings would grow if he hadn't hidden them away... There was no noticeable outward reaction, however,

Open your eyes, the nights alive

Nothing went unnoticed. Not the way Rerir, in both caution and curiosity, approached small displays or hung paintings with interest, as if each one held a hidden meaning he wished to understand. Not how Rerir couldn't help but reach out and touch the occasional object on a shelf, some pieces +

// was talking genshin lore with a friend the other day and the thought that fae are technically lesser angels (the children of seelie) is still killing me omg

Though Kyryll kept his head facing forward, his eyes shifted over to Rerir as they fell into step together. Destination in mind, the fae picked up the pace to a normal walking speed when he was confident he wouldn't lose sight of his guest. "It was already too late to make those considerations +

// i think a darker take on flins would be really fun but it would require a lot of plotting and communication about boundaries...

my journal does suggest that making you happy will help progress my current quest...

In the woods you hear a whisper, could it be the phantom drifter?

'this has the potential to hurt,' you said. 'all the best things do,' i replied.

I've had enough I'm reclaiming myself The aft Leaving behind the hurt Leaving behind the hurt

As if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had transpired moments ago, Kyryll nonchalantly tucked a lock of unruly hair neatly into place behind his ears. The flower was beside him midair, still attached by a chain to his lantern. He admired how 'at home' it appeared against the backdrop of +

// at karaoke be back soon

// i don't care for the traditional meanings behind thanksgiving, but i am a big fan of finding an excuse to have a nice meal with people i care about. i hope your corners of the world are comfortable today whether or not it's a holiday for you.

// i got some important work done that was plaguing me over the past two weeks... i can write a lot happier now...

Perhaps it was a topic they should discuss more thoroughly sometime. Kyryll was not shy to speak openly about matters of death, finding one's purpose, living in solitude... these were every day dealings for him, after all. But Rerir might find that Kyryll would not be comforted by that thought. +

// pls excuse me for writing with myself i'm indulging in interactions that i've only thought of here and there since luna 2... i just think... flins and albedo are very neat

At that, a dangerous smirk crossed his face. As he thought... he could let loose around Albedo, couldn't he? "Ah, in that case... I hope you won't mind if I drop my usual airs. You Knights of Favonius are an intuitive bunch. First Varka, now you... although, I'd wager you guessed even earlier +

For as long as Kyryll had lived until that moment, those five minutes without Rerir may have lasted millennia for how excruciating they were to endure. Was this a consequence of opening his heart up for another? Was it because it was all still so raw and unprocessed? +

"A student of Gold... or, so said the Rächer of Solnari. I take it someone of great importance trained you?" Perhaps even - Rhinedottir, also known as Alchemist Gold - one of the Great Sinners whose name Rerir cursed. Hehe. Both young and wise... Albedo must have been a personal creation of hers.

// ok. albedo -> @princepscretaceus.bsky.social i don't know how much i'll use him. but he is there. maybe i'll use that account for the occasional drabble

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴... — 𝑹𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓

"Ah - is this not your personal equipment? Should I be borrowing it?" This did not fully count as lending by the rules of the fae. Even if he were to return everything else, fishing line was single-use, and if this man were to make him decent quality bait, Flins feared the debt he would incur +

Card games... Flins enjoyed card games...

// last thought for the night but i think i want to properly explore flins' POV re: losing the tsar and wandering through snezhnaya, seeing everyone excitedly heading the opposite direction to the tsaritsa's new rule, until he found this quiet, final resting place out of the way from everything...

"Oh? A favor from me?" Hmmm... Flins withdrew from Ashru and folded both of his hands together neatly in front of himself, blinking innocently. "If the Curatorium of Secrets requires the assistance of the Lightkeepers, Miss Nefer, I would highly suggest writing to Chief Nikita over in Piramida."

🕯「面影がありますね…」(ルカキリ) #varflins #knightlight

夜ですね #GenshinImpact　#Genshin　#原神 #フリンズ #Flins

🎂 #Flins #フリンズ

霧の中の灯火 #原神

If it all just ends today I think I will be okay

knowing someone isn't coming back doesn't mean you ever stop waiting.

i shall pray that you may continue to exist somewhere， too.

Keepers of the lost lore, walkers of the lonely path.

// who do i owe replies to... would anyone like to write anything new... i am taking inventory