I need somebody from Fontaine to explain the drinking fountains to me before I start arresting civil servants.
I was walking through the Court of Fontaine yesterday and saw an Oceanid using one. An Oceanid. Drinking water. She leaned over, pushed the little brass button, waited
Yea, verily, I say unto thee: I descended from Mount Liyue, even from that bootilicious Minecraft hole whereby Celestia hath committed crimes against basic geography, bearing beneath mine arm the Ancient Texts.
And lo, I opened Before Sun and Moon, and the pages did tremble-
I am currently invisible, lurking in the corner of a fucking Mondstadt tavern, because a teenage girl with a severe case of eighth-grade main-character syndrome inadvertently violated my cosmic privacy, and now I am legally obligated to ruin her life. For context,
“You can’t love me.”
“I do.”
She believed him. His love was the height of cruelty, but it called to her.
Songs and books claimed love saved bad men. They’d been wrong about the dozen or so she’d dated. They’d be wronger when it came to a monster like Alastor. #1linewed#WIP
Sure, if they clip her wings, she’ll still be a seraph, but they are more than just a trademark, they are a part of her very being. I think it will be a huge mistake! #vss365#Starwrites 485 #SciFiFri