This is a selective, indie. roleplay & ask blog for a multiverse OC.

About Mun:

My name is Socke ( she/her ) and I want you to be please be aware, that this blog is not spoiler- or trigger free. Despite the rather soft nature of Miran, dark topics just as murder, unhealthy relationships & abuse will make an appearance. In case those are topics that bother you - instead of sending hate anons about that or other things, I ask you kindly to leave this blog for your own comfort <3

To the topic age: both, my muse and me, are of age. Miran is 19 years old, the mun is 25+. This blog is multiship, but only ships with chemistry. I’m a total noob in English still, as it’s my second language - my native language is German. 

I want to have mentioned here, that my descriptions might mention canon characters, but I will never force any of those things to anyone at any point! By problems, plots or if you just feel like yeeting a random IM at me - be my guest!

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Mun & Rules ( google docs ) || Interest Checker || Interaction Call Self Promo ||  Pinterest || Multimuse

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Genshin Impact || Bungo Stray Dogs ( google docs )

Parties as they went, always held some kind of magic in Miran’s eyes. The plenty of guests, the way they talked to each other in such friendly manner with drinks in their hands. Some’s face were already flushed from the amount of alcohol, others had their seconds or thirds and still seemed like they could drink a whole lot more. The female smiled at each one of them, even though there was a strange pinch in her heart that couldn’t make her fully enjoy such event. As if there was something amiss, but what could it be?

The celebrities were held in a building not really known too her too well. But the balcony wasn’t too hard to find to get the fresh air she seemed to lack inside currently. Overlooking the scenery in front of her.

Steps from behind made her turn around, eyes at first frightful soon closed in relief upon realizing that it’s just Diluc. Soon, she offered her usual, polite smile.

“I apologize, was I needed?”, she asked with a hint of sorrow in her voice.

The hotel had two bars. One was placed within the lobby, where also those could mingle that weren’t to stay overnight in one of the many rooms. It was visited plentily by people, who’s dress code fit to the ambience and though luxurious - as the whole building - it was not as big and grand as the one on floor thirty. Usually, one could hear quite music, chatters of people sitting on one of the many chairs, that rowed either at the counter or the big windows that overlooked the city.

Like the rooms, this one too had a balcony with even more chairs and tables. Miran herself would sometimes find herself enjoying her tea out there. Unless it was christmas or some other thing that had to be celebrated, she did not quite enjoy alcoholic beverages as much as others did.

For today however, the bar had already closed. So the heiress would cautiously enter the room that was only available for her guests. The bartender had wished for her to try some of the new, non-alcoholic cocktails he wanted to sell to the others - and they wanted her okay for those.

She was a bit later than she had intended, trying to find the perfect outfit for such a visit. Even if this building belonged to her family, she did not wish to come in something that was unfit for a bar.

“Oh, I don’t see you often here.”, the woman greeted her sister-in-law. Indeed surprised to see the other woman here. Had Sehun given her his card that allowed people to use the elevator? Or was he lingering somewhere as well, just hiding from the usual scolding he’d get from his little sister whenever they saw? Perhaps the bartender had invited him as well. The two men knew each other really well and there and then, the older sibling came here as well to taste the new creations of the man who stood behind the bar.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking the seat beside you?”.

A grand masquerade in honor of the Tsaritsa. Miran stood since hours close to the drinks, rather than mingling with the people who ever had came here. Had she not wished to visit it after all. However, she could not leave her older sister alone - at least if she heeded the words of their father. Her gaze searched for the other, slightly taller woman. However, she had already lost sight of her as soon as they had entered the grand ballroom, running off to some people she disclaimed she knew. However, with how little they went outside, Miran liked to question such a thing in her mind.

Were they after all only here, so the older one could perhaps somebody who’d catch her eye. A suitor, that would one day ask for her hand. The blonde grimaced at such thought. Though in age herself and therefore knowing that she would one day have to face the same fate, she did not wish to do so. Marrying, bearing somebody’s children one day? No. It did not appeal to her at all.

The blonde took a sip of the glass she had taken from the table that now stood behind her, after taking a step forward. She watched silently, until there was movement beside her. Nothing unusual, as many came here - mostly with friends, their partner or whoever. Men and women alike sometimes also were alone, sent to bring drinks to the group they stood at and talked with. However, something caught her attention there.

“Am I standing in the way?”, she asked, her tone a tad too impolite for her own taste, when it had been her who should be sneered at after all. She was the one blocking some of the glasses after all. However, the fact that she had to look up so high to see the man’s face - he was way too tall - was upsetting to her. Why couldn’t she have grown as tall as her sister?

“Pardon, I make way if you wish so, sir.”.

Oh how she itched to just yell at him. But for the sake of Juan, who surely was somewhere close as he never ventured too far from his mother, she didn’t do so. Miran clenched her free hand into a fist, so much that it hurt - she did not know where to put her whole anger over this whole situation. Marrying this guy had been a mistake - soulmates or not. Why? Why had she agreed on it? Why had she not just ignored the fact that she couldn’t lie to him? It was nothing more than that anyway!

“Well, guess what? Me neither. I am tired of it all and mostly - tired of you!”, there was no point in sugar coating it anyway. If she were to not tell him the truth, her voice would just start to crack. Whoever said that soulmates were a blessings was a big liar themselves - and she hoped that they would catch fire. Such anger was it, that she felt against the world for matching her with him!

The heiress crossed her arms, “And yet, here we are! I still have to face you almost every day. You know what that means? We don’t always get what we want - that also includes you.”

“Look at me, Garth-san.”

Miran cupped the man’s face between her two hands to force him into looking at her. Her own face was more pale than usual, to witness a murder wasn’t on her usual agenda neither. However, due to her husband she had came to understand, that their side of this world was different. To spill blood and end the life of another person, it was sometimes necessary in order to stay alive and protect. The blonde didn’t know where said husband currently was, but she was sure that he did his part to protect this city from the war zone it currently had become. So she had to do her part as well - which was to protect their family.

“I can understand that you did not wish to do so. But it had happened and there is no way we can make it undone.”, though it was clear that she herself was afraid and wished to go into a panic mode in any second. The blonde tried to swallow it all down for now, she could be weak later on, “You protected the twins and me - and that’s what I’m truly thankful for. So please. We have to keep going, if not… then…”.

Oh the way in which such sentence was spoken. Miran pressed her lips into a thin line to not say anything wrong. She did not know this person, who seemed to be a young man or maybe even younger and therefore, wished to avoid any possible angering from either side. However, this situation overall was stressing her out.

“I am thinking.”, she pushed out between gritted teeth, but thinking was what she had a hard time in when being stuck - literally. The next time Kaeya asked her to come with him to Sumeru she’d think twice or even thrice about it. Why would she even venture out to the desert like this? Honestly, it was actually partly her own fault too now that she thought about it.

And along the way, she had met him. Perhaps somebody who got lost too? Who knew. However, her suggestion had been to just walk further, at one point this desert had to end after all! Just that it apparently didn't...

“How about you suggest a better idea…”, she stared at the male with dark hair, trying to come up with whatever she should call him. Trying to not show annoyance about everything in general, but it was so hard to do so.

"...boy?".

“Pardon me!”, she moved her foot away from the archon’s, one hand clenched around her own wrist in concern over their problem. Ah, she already hated the feeling of being locked somewhere inside - how did this have to feel to a god of freedom? Blue eyes gazed at the male beside her, thinking about ways of how to get free without breaking anything down here. Was it after all the attic they were trapped in. Perhaps, something was somehow blocking the door?

“This is my fault, we only are up here because I wanted to show you something.”, the blonde sighed while massaging her temples, “But we will get out here! I’m… I’m sure I’ll have an idea soon! Just give me some time.”.

“I’m not saying that I’m having a problem with it, I just…!”, a huff emerged from the young woman who has crossed her arms in front of her chest. There was something unusual unsettling in this tavern right now, but it did not come from the man who stood in front of her. He wasn’t a seldom guest after all and never before there had been any serious problems.

“Give the traveler a break, will you? They just came back and almost immediately seemed to scurry off again to who knows where, muttering that they still need to do something for you.”, she complained.

"They looked really stressed out.".

“But I am fully capable of taking care of myself, Garth. Even if it doesn’t seem so to others”, the executive countered - and lied - with a slight pout on her face. Yet, she had to admit that every movement currently hurt after another misuse of corruption occurred not too long ago. Azure eyes shifted away from the male and instead looked through the room they were in. She sat on a bed, just has woken up probably a few minutes ago - she didn’t really know. But exhaustion was still lingering within her body and tried to drag her back into resting. If she’d just have time for that - but that wasn’t going to happen any soon.

“Of course I’m thankful that you, just as always, took care of me this time. But I’m not going to bother you with that all the time.”, her hand gripped the blanket that rested over her lap and legs. How would that look like? Somebody like her being babysitted by the boss’ son? As much as she appreciated Garth, but she could not see anyone still respecting her if anyone were to notice.

“There still work waiting for me, and it will undoubtly only increase the longer I stay here. So I shall take my leave.”.