𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡

♕ 𝟏𝟔: Tacenda

♕

           "So many abyss figures have been showing up around the girl," His thoughts read as he sat on his bed, cheap wine in hand. There was one image in his camera that held evidence, unfolded proof of his statement. Right where the girl sat by in the gardens, there was a shadow, that watched her with analytic eyes. She was wearing a pale blue sweater with a ribbon at that time. She seemed to be waiting, and he remembered her leaving with a boy with blond hair.
That shadow had a mask, one like that of Abyss Mafiosos actively watching.
But he could also see another set of eyes, only this time, it looked at his camera directly, as if it was to warn them. The light hindered  their face, but they wore a teal sweater. That was enough evidence to know who that was, especially as the glare was enough to make any giant shake with fear. Dainsleif remained stoic as he looks at the pictures. There was an intimate connection between the Liyue Division's archon, and Mondstadt's, and them knowing of his existence and his actions are a double edged sword in this labyrinthine life in the city of Teyvat. He only wishes that the abyss will take the strike of the golden bullets of the archons, even if it means he dies along with them.
After all, Y/n L/n wove a dangerous tapestry, that not even his hands can caress in his impurity.

♕

          Following the unexpected confession, Y/n couldn't seem to focus.
Her eyes would silently look over the back of Albedo's chair, and back to the front after a few seconds, in denial that even the charming prince of their class, their trusty friend Albedo would admit his feelings. Xiao notices it very well, that something must have happened when Albedo had asked her to come by the art clubroom.
Somehow it made his heart ache of the many opportunities.
'I don't think anyone can own the sun itself,' He thought to himself. 'Therefore, I must protect it.'
His eyes flicker back to Y/n, finding her cheeks tainted by a soft red. Somehow, he could hear the tauntings of his inner demons, slowly seeping words of anxiety in his mind, but he did not bother. It was always like that— the apathetic side of him taunting him to no end.
          'You are destined to be alone,' The darkness in him jeers, snaring his teeth. 'For you are the only yaksha that remains alive. You do the dirty work of the archon.' Somehow he could see the entity of darkness move closer to his inner self, tied in past.
'Someday you'll find yourself with a gun on your hand, and the death if all her loved ones on the-,"