"There's nothing to forgive, Flins." He offered an encouraging smile.
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Varka blinked once - twice - then guffawed at the remark.
"Pahaha! Nothing pathetic about it, my friend! Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere, am I right?" He placed a hand on his hip as he calmed down from his laughter, and cocked his head to the side.
"But really,
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"There's nothing to forgive, Flins." He offered an encouraging smile.
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Varka blinked once - twice - then guffawed at the remark.
"Pahaha! Nothing pathetic about it, my friend! Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere, am I right?" He placed a hand on his hip as he calmed down from his laughter, and cocked his head to the side.
"But really,
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He turned towards the source of the voice, expression maintaining the soft wonder he held for the snow, and directing it now to the companion by his side.
Was Flins' pleasant surprise Varka's arrival, or a reaction to the weather itself?
Gracefully, the fae maneuvered through the
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Varka blinked once - twice - then guffawed at the remark.
"Pahaha! Nothing pathetic about it, my friend! Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere, am I right?" He placed a hand on his hip as he calmed down from his laughter, and cocked his head to the side.
"But really,
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He turned towards the source of the voice, expression maintaining the soft wonder he held for the snow, and directing it now to the companion by his side.
Was Flins' pleasant surprise Varka's arrival, or a reaction to the weather itself?
Gracefully, the fae maneuvered through the
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Onto the shores of Final Night Cemetery he stepped, and in the midst of the lingering dead, he had never felt so 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
Despite the grown man he was - far more than most, his constitution was enviable - his pulse thundered rapidly in his ears.
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He turned towards the source of the voice, expression maintaining the soft wonder he held for the snow, and directing it now to the companion by his side.
Was Flins' pleasant surprise Varka's arrival, or a reaction to the weather itself?
Gracefully, the fae maneuvered through the
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Onto the shores of Final Night Cemetery he stepped, and in the midst of the lingering dead, he had never felt so 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
Despite the grown man he was - far more than most, his constitution was enviable - his pulse thundered rapidly in his ears.
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First, there was the Yule of Hyperborea. The raw, primordial and powerful holiday, as Kyryll would describe it, if asked, with traditions and aesthetics akin to Moonfrost Scions rituals of being one with the nature.
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Onto the shores of Final Night Cemetery he stepped, and in the midst of the lingering dead, he had never felt so 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
Despite the grown man he was - far more than most, his constitution was enviable - his pulse thundered rapidly in his ears.
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... They really were like moons. He couldn't help but stare until Flins' voice brought him to attention.
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(It was yet to be seen how much of this conversation he would truly be able to recall when he woke up.)
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... They really were like moons. He couldn't help but stare until Flins' voice brought him to attention.
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(It was yet to be seen how much of this conversation he would truly be able to recall when he woke up.)
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(He cut himself abruptly, chiding himself mentally for being careless, even though he knew Varka was most likely too drunk to remember his exact words in the morning. Well, it was for the best, really.
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But in this moment, tipsy as he was, the knight was nothing but spellbound.
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(It was yet to be seen how much of this conversation he would truly be able to recall when he woke up.)
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But in this moment, tipsy as he was, the knight was nothing but spellbound.
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(Not that they'd get what Flins was talking about. It was a vague enough statement to where someone could easily be joking about their sleep habits,
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But in this moment, tipsy as he was, the knight was nothing but spellbound.
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Flins was not at fault.
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If Varka were to say any of this out loud, vent his frustrations and open his thoughts, this would be pointed out to him. Either they all held blame for what happened during Moon-Prayer Night and +
He took the events of Moon-Prayer Night personally. Why? Because it was his responsibility to ensure that everyone would have a safe night full of fun memories to look back on -
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Flins was not at fault.
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(Not that they'd get what Flins was talking about. It was a vague enough statement to where someone could easily be joking about their sleep habits,
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(He smirked, obviously teasing the entire time and knowing that Varka knows that.)
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Jean's been fulfilling her role as Acting Grandmaster extremely well. Why shouldn't he pass her the torch?
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(Not that they'd get what Flins was talking about. It was a vague enough statement to where someone could easily be joking about their sleep habits,
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Jean's been fulfilling her role as Acting Grandmaster extremely well. Why shouldn't he pass her the torch?
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Though Varka wouldn't claim to be adept at solving fae riddles, he'd like to think he had a good idea of how the folks around him were doing. Just now, at the mention of taking over as the Starshyna... Was there something Flins blamed himself for?
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Jean's been fulfilling her role as Acting Grandmaster extremely well. Why shouldn't he pass her the torch?
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Though Varka wouldn't claim to be adept at solving fae riddles, he'd like to think he had a good idea of how the folks around him were doing. Just now, at the mention of taking over as the Starshyna... Was there something Flins blamed himself for?
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Me? As the Starshyna?
(He shook his head, maintaining that seemingly astonished appearance.)
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Varka was only half-joking. Well, maybe a fourth. An eighth?
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Though Varka wouldn't claim to be adept at solving fae riddles, he'd like to think he had a good idea of how the folks around him were doing. Just now, at the mention of taking over as the Starshyna... Was there something Flins blamed himself for?
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Varka was only half-joking. Well, maybe a fourth. An eighth?
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(Flins sighed, leaning back in his chair and looking around the interior of Flagship, his gaze lingering over some of the visitors that were either entirely new
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Well, he came here to relax after a load of tiring work, but the opportunity to talk shop with Flins couldn't be passed up.
The fun could come after.
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Varka was only half-joking. Well, maybe a fourth. An eighth?
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He took the events of Moon-Prayer Night personally. Why? Because it was his responsibility to ensure that everyone would have a safe night full of fun memories to look back on -
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There was grief and a soft numbness that accompanied it, a feeling he was all too familiar with. There was frustration that would heat one's core— Yet, that heat was absent. Not completely there. And due to it, Flins was forced to move a bit on autopilot, +
Flins was a crucial ally for multiple reasons. The Lightkeepers and Knights of Favonius were
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He took the events of Moon-Prayer Night personally. Why? Because it was his responsibility to ensure that everyone would have a safe night full of fun memories to look back on -
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Well, he came here to relax after a load of tiring work, but the opportunity to talk shop with Flins couldn't be passed up.
The fun could come after.
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Isn’t for Mondstadt folk any time, be it day or night, prime drinking time?
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"Hahaha! Isn't it obvious? It's prime drinking time.
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Well, he came here to relax after a load of tiring work, but the opportunity to talk shop with Flins couldn't be passed up.
The fun could come after.
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"Hahaha! Isn't it obvious? It's prime drinking time.
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Ah, mister Varka. What brings you here at this hour, my friend?
"Hahaha! Isn't it obvious? It's prime drinking time.
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Flins was a crucial ally for multiple reasons. The Lightkeepers and Knights of Favonius were
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He hummed in acknowledgement as Varka pointed out he came here for more than one reason; pausing +
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Flins was a crucial ally for multiple reasons. The Lightkeepers and Knights of Favonius were
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Greetings, I am Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins. In the past, I was customarily addressed as "Chudomirovich" by most — but for simplicity's sake, you can just call me Flins.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Greetings, I am Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins. In the past, I was customarily addressed as "Chudomirovich" by most — but for simplicity's sake, you can just call me Flins.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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"An alliance would be beneficial. But are you sure that you should be having me make these decisions on behalf of the Ratnik? Illuga or Nikita would be much +
We'll need to work together, and we're short on time. You understand, right?"
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We'll need to work together, and we're short on time. You understand, right?"
We'll need to work together, and we're short on time. You understand, right?"