[ chaos in the abyss is, well, to be expected. it's something she's learned centuries ago, the collective will of the place seemingly warping and corrupting every single living being into a creature of chaos and destruction. so finding her palace in disarray after returning from a brief trip to teyvat is a little on the nose, perhaps even more so when she receives several reports from mages that are close in tears on who the perpetrator is.
the fight in the courtyard, the argument between the mages, the upset stomach of the vanguard, the explosion in the kitchen—there's only one person who could've done this, and she finds it rather amusing that this is how he tries to get her attention.
—or even keep her distracted.
lumine moves past the burning kitchen, leaving her guards to deal with it, while she makes her way to her quarters. she didn't spot him in the courtyard or hallways or even in the kitchen, which means that he's elsewhere that's not crawling with the orders' soldiers. and she can only think of one place where that is. ]
I see that you're not above going through a girl's bedroom.
[ she's leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded on her chest, her gaze flickering over the mess in her own quarters: clothes strewn everywhere, pillows thrown haphazardly, sheets pulled out and bundled up in a corner. ]
no subject
the fight in the courtyard, the argument between the mages, the upset stomach of the vanguard, the explosion in the kitchen—there's only one person who could've done this, and she finds it rather amusing that this is how he tries to get her attention.
—or even keep her distracted.
lumine moves past the burning kitchen, leaving her guards to deal with it, while she makes her way to her quarters. she didn't spot him in the courtyard or hallways or even in the kitchen, which means that he's elsewhere that's not crawling with the orders' soldiers. and she can only think of one place where that is. ]
I see that you're not above going through a girl's bedroom.
[ she's leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded on her chest, her gaze flickering over the mess in her own quarters: clothes strewn everywhere, pillows thrown haphazardly, sheets pulled out and bundled up in a corner. ]
Did you find what you were looking for?