Tatrin



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    One-shots of my personal Genshin Impact plot twists which consists of my love for Aether, Lumine, Venti, Tartaglia and Xiao.

    P.S. I tend to write Ruthless!Aether. When I got into Genshin one of the first things I did was reading Aether's voice lines and the first one I clicked was when Paimon remarked that the traveler just kills every hiluchurl they spot, so 'ruthlessness' was pretty much embedded in my characterization of the traveler from day 1. The way he joked with/at Paimon in many voice lines also gave me the impression that he's one sassy boi.

    My twitter is @TatrinThe and my tumblr is tatrinwhitewolf

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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    The first time is a complete accident.

    The second time is slightly more deliberate.

    The third time is intentional.

     

    Be careful of Jack Frost nipping at your nose.

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    22 Sep 2022

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    The girl opens her eyes…

     

    And stares straight into his.

     

    The ice encases her face, freezing her expression in a mask of shock.

     

    Jack freezes too, unable to understand what is happening. The girl, now frozen stiff, still stares straight at him, and Jack can feel the weight of her gaze. A warm feeling bubbles up at his core, unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

     

    She saw him. Right then, in her final moments, she saw him. She saw him.

     

    For the first time in his short life, Jack feels acknowledged. Jack exists.

  2. Rec 20

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    From the moment Kazuha met the Traveler, he could sense he and his companion were different.

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    Kazuha's experiences with Aether as he learns what lies beyond that scent of stars and endless emptiness.

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    10 Sep 2022

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    "In some sense, it doesn't matter how many times I die. I will not end. If I embrace that nothingness, nothing will matter. It… scares me. It would be so easy to let everything go, and whenever I die, it's just… easier to care less. To let a little bit of me slip into the void… though that void is me, too."

    "I see," Kazuha says softly. He has the feeling that none of that is a metaphor. "While I hope you do not perish once more, I… feel that your care would be quite difficult to snuff out. It is such a gentle and vast thing, present in your earnest desire to bring happiness and contentment to others. To see positive change in a nation, in a world, where some may only see you as an outsider. I can only hope that the care I give, that all of us give, can be enough to repay you."

    Aether smiles sadly. "I appreciate it. But… if I can make things better for others, if things will stay better even if I were to disappear—I'm happy with that."

    "Do you plan to? Disappear, that is."

    "Ah, well…" Aether exhales. "One day, my sister and I will leave this world. When we reach the end of our journey. Though… sometimes, I wonder. Maybe it'd be nice to stay here until the end of the world. It would break me, over and over again, and shatter me when it's all over… but we must go on. We will go on. We will never end."

    Ah. So, immortality in both age and revival ability, though it seems his immortality is a step above an undying existence tied to a single universe. Kazuha has, on occasion, felt that immortality would be a terrible curse. Such pain the loss of a single friend has brought him—how could he imagine the grief of outliving a universe, when bestowing care on such individual lives?

    "Thank you," Kazuha says.

    "Huh? What for?"

    "For caring. For indulging in such transient moments as I. For all the grief I may cause you, in time, I am glad to be your friend."

    Aether looks at him, a softness in his gaze. "Well, thank you for being my friend. For me… this is what it means to be alive."

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    I know I'm made of clay that's worn
    Blighted by imperfect form
    But I will trust the artist molding me

    I am creation, both haunted and holy
    Made in glory

    Aether and Albedo, and how they learn more of each other and themselves throughout their adventures.

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    10 Sep 2022

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    "I have a lot of information somewhere in me, but it's all stored in layers and conditions of access. This way, I'm not overwhelmed by the sheer amount of knowledge, and I can maintain my own distinct identity, one that seems suitable for my appearance."

    "Fascinating," Albedo murmurs. "Is this something you constructed yourself? Do you have control over it?"

    Aether hums. "I think my sister and I instinctively constructed this system in order to create a framework in which our 'selves' could exist, when we first split into two. If we want to, we can control it, but… there's a lot in the past, and it isn't relevant when we're existing as part of a new world."

    Split into two. Albedo will have to ask more about that, later. "Why wouldn't it be?" he asks, for now. "It's all part of your experience, isn't it? Doesn't it all make you who you are?"

    "I guess, in a way. We are changed, long-term, by our experiences through every world, little by little. It's just…" Aether shakes his head. "I like to be part of every world. It's hard to do that when my existence, identity, and defining experiences are something beyond the scope of that world's reality. So…" Aether gestures vaguely, a downward pressing motion. "It's there, but my active psyche is allowed to be free of it, to fully experience this world just as any other person would." He gives a wry smile. "If I'm traumatized by the events of one world, I'll usually only have surface nightmares during my stay in it."

    "You know, we were created, too. By a multidimensional, powerful civilization."

    Albedo shifts slightly, straightening. His eyes sharpen in focus and interest, and Aether can't help but smile at that as he continues. "We were made as a being to consume and archive… we weren't made to have a self, an ego. We were just supposed to be a tool. But things created with the fundamental essences of the universe have a way of doing their own thing," he says, laughing wryly. "We… ate everything that was connected. Their advancement, their interconnection—it was their downfall, in a way. And after we ate… we split into two, and 'I' and 'Lumine' began to exist. Our selves were… bits and pieces of all the minds and souls we ate, constructed into new identities, and refined as we journeyed. But 'I' was never a being that existed on my own."

    "I see," Albedo says. He looks at the side of the room full of his artworks, a contemplative expression on his face. "Contrary to what you think, I feel that your way of coming into being makes your existence more strongly defined than any other."

    Aether blinks. "How?"

    "Consider it this way," Albedo says. "Most people are born into a society. They are born with expectations, based on what this society sees when they look at them. Is it born a man? A woman? Is it born into wealth or poverty? Is it born into traditions, defined by society, or perhaps their family? Is it born to fulfill a role? Perhaps even gods—does their elevation come with restriction or responsibility?"

    He turns to look at Aether, eyes clear and sharp. "Each person is shaped by the world against their will," he continues, "their potential to become anything restricted by the expectations around them. Some have to fight to carve out their true self from the restrictive mold around them. Some put no thought into it at all, and let themselves be the shell that was made for them.

    "Moreover, the expanse of existence is vast." Albedo looks at his free hand, unfurling his fingers like the blooming of a flower. "I would be unsurprised to find an existence similar or even identical to mine. Perhaps we all have bits and pieces shared with others, but I'd like to think it's the refinement of those pieces into the self you want to be that matters. And you—" he says, once again looking at Aether, "you are anything and everything at once, no? Or, you could be. You have no single mold. Instead, you are this gentle, kind, and generous being. Indulgent to my curiosity." Albedo removes his hand from Aether's grip and places it on the nape of his neck. "You can choose to be anything, and you choose to be the 'Aether' before me now. 'You' exist, and what a wonderful existence you are."

    Aether blinks slowly, and then he feels a flush creeping up on him. He lifts his hands up to hide his face.

    "Why are you flustered?"

    "I—I don't know. I just… I don't know? But it's not… it's not bad?" Aether mumbles.

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    Two visits of Aether to Mondstadt. One out of concern, after Inazuma, after the Delusions, after learning of a memory. One to make a confession, after the Chasm, after being shown the possibility of being known and accepted.

    Or, Kaeya and Diluc learning about Aether's abilities - since, of course, Venti already knows.

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    07 Sep 2022

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    Aether smiles, a weak and uncertain thing, but it's there. "One more thing. I'd like to… extend an invitation of sorts." He produces three slips of paper out of thin air, engraved with sigils Liyuen in nature. "I have an… adeptal abode. A sub-space—a pocket dimension of sorts, gifted by the adepti of Liyue as thanks for my help with their crisis."

    Venti gasps dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. "Are you inviting us to your house?"

    Aether laughs. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He hands each of them one of the slips, and Kaeya inspects his as Aether continues.

    "So, each of these… invitations can be used to 'knock on my door' in a sense. You just have to hold it in your hand and focus on it. If I'm inside, then I'll feel it and can let you in, or not. Otherwise, it's up to Tubby—ah, a spirit inside that helps me manage things. Sometimes I'll ask that she turns others away, or that she can let them in as long as they're civil." He pauses. "So, um… since it's a private space, I tend to shift a lot when I'm there. It's comfortable for me to be fluid in shape, you could say. Don't be too surprised if you see someone else and it's just me… or if you find others there, too. For the record, there's no fighting allowed—unless it's a spar, I guess. I can kick you out and destroy the invitations anytime."

    Diluc nods, and Venti leans on Aether. "Hey, who else has been invited?" the bard asks.

    "Um…" He looks at Kaeya and Diluc. "I don't think you all know all of them, but since you might cross paths in there, I'll tell you. There's Albedo, of course, and Xiao—an adeptus from Liyue. Everyone else that was trapped in the Chasm with me—Yelan, Yanfei, Itto, Shinobu." A long pause. "There's Zhongli and Raiden Shogun, too."

    Venti's eyebrows shoot up, and Kaeya can't help the same for himself. He doesn't know who Zhongli is, but… "You have the god-ruler of Inazuma visiting your home?"

    "Ah… well, not often. She's usually busy handling Inazuma, and it was only recently that I invited her." Aether fidgets. "I haven't yet, but I was also thinking of inviting Childe—Tartaglia, of the Fatui Harbingers."

    Diluc stiffens. "The Fatui?" he hisses. "How could you possibly trust one of the Fatui, and a Harbinger at that?"

    "Childe is… complicated," Aether says. "He's pretty straightforward in the end, though. He just likes to fight. Me in particular, since, he says, it's like he's fighting a bunch of people at once. I know him too, anyways. He never revealed my nature to the Fatui when he found out, either—if he did, I'm sure their scientists would be all too happy to hunt me down and cut me open."

    By the way Aether stares at nothing, by his distant tone of voice, Kaeya has a feeling he's speaking from experience.

    "Whatever," Diluc says, standing up. "Just don't expect me to get along with him."

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    The Raiden Shogun is a formidable foe, and not the only one within Inazuma. Aether is pushed to his limits like he never has before, not in Teyvat.

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    A few windows to observe a shapeshifting, immortal Traveler and his journey through Inazuma to confront the Electro Archon.

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    07 Sep 2022

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    I… ate her.

    "So, Signora's gone… Paimon can't help but feel like she got what she deserved, but… I'm sorry it ended that way."

    Is he? Is Aether sorry for things ending that way? He still tastes ash. He can feel her inside him. She was fated, after all, even if she was an enemy. A fate he refuses… a fate he's consumed.

    "Why are they doing it… why are the Harbingers collecting all the Gnoses?"

    Signora knows. Aether knows she knows, but the thought of being her makes him so, so, sick.

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    "I… I ate Signora, but she…" he shakes his head. "It's only happened twice so far, here in Teyvat. It's… not as good a track record as usual, but I promise that I have no intention of destroying everything you've built, of destroying the world."

    There is silence, for a few seconds. "I see," Ei says. "I understand why the Shogun wished to seal you away."

    Aether feels a spark of panic at that, remembering the cubes, remembering being stripped down to barely anything at all—it will never last, not against him, but it could be so long until he is free again—

    "Miko," Ei says, "What do you think?"

    A touch lands on Aether's shoulder. "I think that if he didn't care, he would have destroyed everything a long time ago, and if he didn't have so many qualms about eating things, he wouldn't have made things so much more difficult for himself. Without him, I never would have reached you. Inazuma would have continued to suffer." Yae giggles. "He's very interesting, don't you think? He lives life like a mortal child, despite being some kind of all-consuming existence. We've met hungry gods too, haven't we? It's not as though he's the only one who's had a snack of someone. None of them were as nice as him."

    Ei hums. "I see," she says again. A few seconds pass. "A 'Witness.' I wonder, if Inazuma is remembered by you, will it be eternal? If I am remembered… if she was…" She shakes her head. "Enough. I have much to think about. Go, Traveler. Consider my will shaken."