[The urge to snatch the cigarette from Wriothesley and toss it to the ground to stamp it out is almost overwhelming, but he resists, instead simply giving Wriothesley a look of subtle disapproval as he coughs.
His gaze flickers to Wriothesley's warm fingers pressed against his skin before moving back to his face, letting him process what he's just said.] Hm... I see...
Much has happened in quite a short amount of time after that.
... How much do you wish to know? [He asks, but his gaze becomes unfocused as he thinks through everything.] There are some important revelations that it seems wrong to keep from you. Even if you've yet to live through them.
[He sighs and pulls away from Neuvillette so he can lean down and put the cigarette out on the top of his boot before tucking the remainder of it behind his ear. Look, he'll be good and not finish it around Neuvillette. He'll finish his cigarette away from Neuvillette. The cough is enough for him to at least stop at the moment.
Bad habits die hard.]
Apparently. [He can't help but chuckle this time.] You know me? If given the option, I'd want to know everything you can offer. You can just tell me what you feel I should know though. In the grand scheme of things, me knowing anything here really means very little.
[His gaze softens and there is a genuinely relieved smile.] It worked out in the end. That's good to hear. [Wriothesley did not need to hear the heroic doings they all had done. He merely is glad that Fontaine's people may move forward to a brighter tomorrow.]
Hmm? Do you not think you'll remember your time here? [He finds that a curious stance to take given that pocket dimensions occurred all the time in Teyvat and those who entered them did not forget their time there. But... he'd also never known for two people to end up in a pocket dimension from different times. Or worlds.]
There were some casualties, but Fontaine and its people persevere. In no small thanks to you.
Well... in the chance that you do remember your time here.
... Where to begin? Perhaps the source of the prophecy and curse on the people of Fontaine. The Hydro Archon who preceded Focalors, Egeria, granted human life to Oceanids using water from the Primordial Sea. This was seen as a sin by Celestia. Focalors inherited this sin and, in an attempt to deceive Celestia, split herself into two beings - one who was purely an Archon and one who represented her human-ness, Furina. Her plan was to... essentially destroy herself and return her elemental power to the sovereign hydro dragon. [He speaks slowly and evenly, but he knows everything he's revealing is complicated and impactful, even just finding out one was actually an Oceanid made human is difficult enough on its own. He pauses to allow Wriothesley to process what he's just said.]
The true Focalors succeeded - the hydro archon is no more, Furina is free to live her life as she sees fit... and my full power has been restored to me, granting me the ability to forgive the "sin" of the people of Fontaine.
I don't know about that, but I think that information about the current state of Fontaine doesn't matter here. There is very little I can do. I will say, knowing that Fontaine is safe and has been able to move forward does give me solace though. It has settled in the back of my mind most uncomfortably, so knowing this means I don't have to worry about the its fate. [It does make him wonder just what exactly is able to make the time discrepancy exist without causing issue. Like they can so be easily plucked from their world at any given moment in time...
And well, apparently the prophecy and the Fontaine's fate is possibly the least crazy thing that Neuvillette says to him.]
What? [No, really. What? He stares at the other with a blank stare and honestly, it's really impressive of Neuvillette to get him speechless.
So he's a descendant of an Oceanid? Is an Oceanid? Okay, you know what? Somehow the Primordial Sea dissolving them makes sense. A lot of it puts things into perspective. Furina...Oh. A lot of how Furina acted towards him in the short time they both were in the resort also made sense. That she was merely human all along...playing a part she didn't know how to play.
He had already had certain thoughts about Furina and, while surprising, made certain things that he thought click and make sense.]
Okay... [He's going to be chewing on all this for awhile. Quite awhile.] So...Sovereign dragon. Well, even I couldn't guess that. [He almost wants all this to be a joke. Not because of any of the details, but because of what it implied going forward. The future that loomed over them seemed...precarious.]
Hey. [He absentmindedly tucks some of Neuvillette's hair behind their ear.] How are you feeling? It must be heavy, monsieur, the weight of everything that happened at home and now here.
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Date: 19 Apr 2024 01:35 am (UTC)His gaze flickers to Wriothesley's warm fingers pressed against his skin before moving back to his face, letting him process what he's just said.] Hm... I see...
Much has happened in quite a short amount of time after that.
... How much do you wish to know? [He asks, but his gaze becomes unfocused as he thinks through everything.] There are some important revelations that it seems wrong to keep from you. Even if you've yet to live through them.
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Date: 19 Apr 2024 02:16 am (UTC)Bad habits die hard.]
Apparently. [He can't help but chuckle this time.] You know me? If given the option, I'd want to know everything you can offer. You can just tell me what you feel I should know though. In the grand scheme of things, me knowing anything here really means very little.
[His gaze softens and there is a genuinely relieved smile.] It worked out in the end. That's good to hear. [Wriothesley did not need to hear the heroic doings they all had done. He merely is glad that Fontaine's people may move forward to a brighter tomorrow.]
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Date: 21 Apr 2024 05:26 am (UTC)There were some casualties, but Fontaine and its people persevere. In no small thanks to you.
Well... in the chance that you do remember your time here.
... Where to begin? Perhaps the source of the prophecy and curse on the people of Fontaine. The Hydro Archon who preceded Focalors, Egeria, granted human life to Oceanids using water from the Primordial Sea. This was seen as a sin by Celestia. Focalors inherited this sin and, in an attempt to deceive Celestia, split herself into two beings - one who was purely an Archon and one who represented her human-ness, Furina. Her plan was to... essentially destroy herself and return her elemental power to the sovereign hydro dragon. [He speaks slowly and evenly, but he knows everything he's revealing is complicated and impactful, even just finding out one was actually an Oceanid made human is difficult enough on its own. He pauses to allow Wriothesley to process what he's just said.]
The true Focalors succeeded - the hydro archon is no more, Furina is free to live her life as she sees fit... and my full power has been restored to me, granting me the ability to forgive the "sin" of the people of Fontaine.
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Date: 22 Apr 2024 06:08 am (UTC)And well, apparently the prophecy and the Fontaine's fate is possibly the least crazy thing that Neuvillette says to him.]
What? [No, really. What? He stares at the other with a blank stare and honestly, it's really impressive of Neuvillette to get him speechless.
So he's a descendant of an Oceanid? Is an Oceanid? Okay, you know what? Somehow the Primordial Sea dissolving them makes sense. A lot of it puts things into perspective. Furina...Oh. A lot of how Furina acted towards him in the short time they both were in the resort also made sense. That she was merely human all along...playing a part she didn't know how to play.
He had already had certain thoughts about Furina and, while surprising, made certain things that he thought click and make sense.]
Okay... [He's going to be chewing on all this for awhile. Quite awhile.] So...Sovereign dragon. Well, even I couldn't guess that. [He almost wants all this to be a joke. Not because of any of the details, but because of what it implied going forward. The future that loomed over them seemed...precarious.]
Hey. [He absentmindedly tucks some of Neuvillette's hair behind their ear.] How are you feeling? It must be heavy, monsieur, the weight of everything that happened at home and now here.