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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗——𝐅ORᅠ𝐖HATᅠ𝐋IESᅠ𝐁EFOREᅠ𝐘OUᅠ𝐈Sᅠ𝐍ONEᅠ𝐎THERᅠ𝐓HANᅠ 𝐀ᅠ 𝐒TRANGERᅠ𝐁ENEATHᅠ𝐒NOWᅠ𝐀NDᅠ𝐌OONLIGHTᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ

(Flexes.)

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

( Golf claps. )

// IT'S NOT EVEN OOC

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

( Golf claps. )

(Exists.)

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝑾HAT ᅠDO ᅠYOU ᅠ𝑻HINKᅠ? ᅠNEED ᅠTO ᅠTHINKᅠ 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴ᅠ BEFOREᅠ THEᅠ 𝑩ULLETᅠ GOES ᅠTHROUGH ᅠYOUR ᅠ𝑯EADᅠ? ᅠ ᅠ

(Sneezes.)

// idk why but i've been having fun writing varka again lately...

(Holds up a hand, palm facing Flins in a 'pause' motion.) No, I've said my piece. (A cocky grin crawls over his lips.) Unless you want me to repeat myself. I never took you to be such a glutton for praise, Flins. Here. I'll be direct. (Clears his throat dramatically.) +

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

You flatter me so. ( The hand retreats with a final ruffle of the other’s hair, a serene smile spreading across his lips. ) But if that is to be, I make for a terrible hexer—unable to coax such simple words from your lips.

(Varka laughs fondly under his breath, a short puff of air that barely sounds like anything at all.) That depends on if you view your own charm as a curse.

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Sir Varka. ( Fingers curl, the scratch of his nails dulled by supple leather. The angle is undeniably awkward—his arm stretches to accommodate the other’s… stature. Yet he entertains the comparison a moment more—citrine eyes upon a very large ‘puppy.’ ) Has some curse stolen your words from you?

(The hand gently tousling his hair gave Varka pause, antics set aside for an even greater puzzle: Flins himself. Cerulean eyes took in the visage of the man before him as if he were seeing him in a new light entirely, quiet and wondrous.) Say, Flins...

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

( A hand settles atop his head, tousling the soft blond with a little huff. If he entirely disregards reality and the fact that Varka is a large, capable man—he’s almost reminiscent of a pitiful puppy pleading to play… ) It is seen as bad luck to leave your sentences unfinished, Sir Varka.

It's summer?

𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒@arsillicitum.bsky.social · 3mo ago

/ in my defense varka is hot

You're tellin' me. These reports are a major turn off. My brain is turning off as we speak.

Ⳑⲟⲏⲉⲛ@lepus-bellicus.bsky.social · 3mo ago

"Woah, woah! What a huge turn off!" The young man extends both hands, alarmed. "Usually people start with a 'good evening, vice-captain', you know?" Lohen sighs, contemplating the state of his direct superior. "What happened?"

// i'm ctfu ok back to work lmao also hi to everyone new i rarely write varka but sometimes i do. i'm mostly on @phosphylax.bsky.social and @nightingales-song.bsky.social

Grandmaster Varka@boreasknight.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Lohen! Good timing. Can you kill me?

That's my Honorary Knight! The savior of Mondstadt, renowned across all Teyvat - yes, are you by any chance interested in a permanent position within the Knights of Favonius? Jean won't take over the mantle of Grandmaster from me because she's stubbornly looking down on herself, but surely, you...!

「　旅行者　」@luxiingzhe.bsky.social · 3mo ago

She visibly flinched, one particular word catching her attention. ーー "Mora" "...Ahem. I suppose I shall show my benevolence and help you out with this. I mean, how bad can it be? I just have to read through some reports and sort them, right?" Easy enough compared to some of the stuff she does >

Lohen! Good timing. Can you kill me?

Ⳑⲟⲏⲉⲛ@lepus-bellicus.bsky.social · 3mo ago

"Nothing personal, sir."

(His pouting. It's working. Nice thinking, Varka! He pouts more.) No. I'm afraid this is the end of the line for me, my comrade... ... Unless... (Cue the most pathetic expression.)

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

( Oh, and isn’t he just the sweetest thing? The fae almost regrets abandoning him so soon… ) Your strength is unlike any other, Master Varka… You shall survive the torrential paperwork.

Right, yea - wait. No. No! (Varka whips his head left and right, then leans in, whispering into Flins' ear.) Look, under no circumstances can we 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨! She'll freak!

ㅤ 𝓯𝑙͟𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑠 . ㅤ@olampter.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Flins laughed softly at the Grandmaster's predicament. " Let's tell miss Jean that we have business to attend to outside the city, then. "

(He pouts a lot like a kicked puppy, too.) Remember me, Flins. Keep my memory alive...

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Partings are inevitable… The cycle cannot begin anew without its conclusion. Ah, but perhaps you shall persist in dreams. A golden puppy against the starry sky. Hmm.

(Nothing dangerous about it. Varka jumps that far in his sleep! Oh, Barbatos, no amount of divinity he's encountered on his expedition across Teyvat will ever compare... He nods at him, determined. A glance is tossed to the office door - how much did Lisa overhear? - but he knows, he 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴, +

Vᥱᥒtι, thᥱ Wιᥒdborᥒᥱ Bᥲrd 🍃@peppermintcubes.bsky.social · 3mo ago

(The window was flung open by a majestic gust of wind, the remaining papers dancing like leaves all around. Sitting on the windowsill, Venti signaled for silence to Varka while pointing downwards; his escape would have to be dangerous and stylish, after all, it would become a song later!)

My buddy's leaving me already...

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

/ zzz sleepy but iugrghjrh varka

The Snowland Fae like their social contracts, right? Reciprocal exchange and all that jazz? Say, Flins. The North Wind will continue to blow your way if you give it reason to. How's that sound?

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

The North Wind ought to reframe ‘benevolence’ more truthfully.

The North Wind only answers the Lightkeepers' call because of its own benevolence!

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Ah! A crude tongue earns no favors, nor can it amend the tragedy of geography…

// fuck you

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

/ 7000 mile away ragebait

(Falls to his knees at her feet. Given how tall he is, it's a pretty comical sight.) Lumine! I have a commission for you. A hefty sum of Mora in exchange for some clerical work - whaddya say?

「　旅行者　」@luxiingzhe.bsky.social · 3mo ago

"You're not going to leave Jean to do all the work for you, are you? She's already overworked and chronically tired as is."

(His Archon... has come to his rescue... Varka clenches his fists, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Yes, he is the most devout knight there is! This is why he was chosen as Grandmaster! Thank Barbatos, thank Mondstadt - for he is truly free!!!)

Vᥱᥒtι, thᥱ Wιᥒdborᥒᥱ Bᥲrd 🍃@peppermintcubes.bsky.social · 3mo ago

What is this refreshing breeze that scatters papers across the floor and carries away someone's laughter? Who is whistling to Varka as if beckoning him out? His prayers have been answered, the Archon Anemo was calling him to his salvation, the escape from the reports!

(The Ley Lines sing to Varka, their tune carrying all the way from Nod-Krai. The Flagship's warmth comes to mind - Demyan, serving the bar's patrons with that charming smile of his, and Flins... Flins...!! Offering another personally-selected concoction for him to try...! He wants to go!)

ㅤ 𝓕ʟɪɴꜱㅤ@lucernafallax.bsky.social · 3mo ago

( 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵… )

Ah, Flins. I've never been happier to see you... (Clasps his hands with a pleading expression.) Please. I need an excuse to take leave!

ㅤ 𝓯𝑙͟𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑠 . ㅤ@olampter.bsky.social · 3mo ago

The Grandmaster neglecting his duties. [ Amused Fae. ]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂. Stuff it, Boreas! Do I look like I care?!