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Sometimes I wake up from this everlasting nightmare, and see you standing upon the sandy shore. Your silhouette is stark against the warmth of the sunset, its hues coloring a splendid backdrop for your figure to shine through. However, it's not grains of sand tickling softly at your feet, but shards of glass digging into your calloused skin and leaving trails of splattered red behind.

I wish you would pick those shards out, so you could walk without fear of opening your wounds deeper than they've been before. Allow your injuries to heal over and leave nothing but a scar behind.

You look so lost, eyes much older than what I could last remember. I can't help but feel grief for missing those times where your eyes aged, even when your body could not. What happened to that exuberant light that you used to shine with, one that held the warmth of the sun in your heart? The warmth remains, but there's none of it left for you.

Just how many years have you been staring at that shore, Jing Yuan?

I can't help but emerge from the water to brush that lonely expression off your face. Twirl you round and round until we became storm clouds themselves, bringing purifying rain with every step we took. Maybe the water could wash away sorrow in your heart.

I can no longer feel that comforting warmth when you embrace me, for I am no more.

And as you reach for me for one final goodbye, I'll dissipate into sand to be nothing more than a memory to look back on, trickling back into the water as my time is up. An hourglass's reservoir emptying to completion. I want you to be able to brush the particles off and finally walk away from that shore. Maybe as I crumble, those shards of glass will finally crumble as well.

It's time for you to let go.

I dreamed I was standing upon a beautiful, mirror-like lake, so perfectly still that it seemed I was standing on the clouds reflected from the sky far above my head. Indeed, it was as if the water also became the sky, the ripples from my feet hardly disturbing the great expanse at all.

When I turned around, you were standing a short distance away, smiling as brightly at me as you did in your youth. You seemed to shine in the sunlight, as brilliantly as a star. You called my name. I haven't heard your voice in so long...

I suppose the expression on my face revealed more than I'd intended, because you laughed and cupped my cheeks, chiding me for missing you too much. You pulled me into a dance, the way we used to when it rained. It wasn't raining then, but you didn't seem to care, delighting in kicking up a spray of glittering droplets instead. Round and around we spun, until your smile became infectious and I drew you close. It was only then that I looked down, and saw no reflection of you at our feet. When I looked back up, I could no longer see your face. You blurred and disappeared before I could say a single word.

Waking up was like plunging through a sheet of ice. My chest was tight, my throat closed, my eyes burned. For too long I laid there, trying to remember how to breathe without you.

I really can't help it... even after seven lifetimes, I still miss you. I'm sorry.

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Mrow. The little General, much like the man it resembles so much, seems to have found Luocha with little effort. Those round eyes look up at the merchant almost pleadingly, asking to be held. Where is its keeper? It's hard to say... he doesn't seem to be around, though, which means that the General can have Luocha's attention all to itself. What a joyous occasion!

Unprompted | Always accepting @everlastiingiimmortals

"Little Wanderer, just how far have you traveled from home? Are you, perhaps, searching for something too?"

Unable to resist such imploring eyes, Luocha takes to a knee to gracefully coax the cat into his arms, cradling it with an unfamiliar fondness. His smile holds the warmth of spring, shaking off the remnants of frost clinging to leaves to allow for new growth to bloom. It was uncharacteristic of the typically impassive merchant, however, with eyes long receded from his tracks, there was nary a reason for him to keep up with such masks.

It's not as if a cat could tell tales, after all.

He stands with the newly acquired furry package in hand, stroking through long white fur with a tenderness rarer than a winter's bloom. Even with the cat's resemblance to a certain General, he supposed it had its own charm.

"If only your keeper could be as tolerable as you. He certainly could learn a thing or two."

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((It's my birthday today! I'm past the age of really celebrating it anymore tbh but I still enjoy spending it with my family. Quick side note- I'll still be scarce from this blog for a bit! Last week I was traveling to a friend's graduation [SHE GOT HER MASTER'S IM SO PROUD!!!] and now this week I'm going to my cousin's wedding for a week! I'm spending more time in the air than writing, hopefully I'll be back in action after June 5th!

Love you guys! ))

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Music fills the air softly accompanied by Kafka’s quiet humming. She seems content at this moment to listen with her eyes closed and pretend she is playing a violin, hands adjusting as they would on an imaginary one.

From a glance, one would presume she would remain that way: back resting against Blade’s arm for support as she immersed herself in a one-woman performance. But Kafka isn’t someone who was that easily content. As shown by the way the stellaron hunter lifts herself off his shoulder, only to promptly rest her head on his abdomen instead.

“Bladie.” A hand is raised, palm resting against his cheek. Wine-coloured eyes, unfathomable in their depths, affixed their gaze upon the swordsman. Quizzical. Curious. Intent.

“You know I care about you, right?”

Was this a test? Was this sincere? Did she really mean it when she posed the question? Only she and she alone could decipher the answer.

Unprompted | Always Accepting! @grislyintentions

The weapon stoically looks on, already all to used to the spider's weaving. He allows for her warmth to rest on his arm, though shot nerves long have been left unable to feel. He allows for her head to slowly migrate to his stomach, the woman fearless as ever in the wake of a murderer with countless lives on his hands.

Though, the blood on his hands was equally hers, as was the blood that stained hers, his. A weapon could only ever follow the stroke of their wielder, after all.

Blood meets wine as his gaze calmly drifts down, meeting her with his usual unfeeling stare. Still, there has always been a sense of attentiveness in his eyes when it came to her voice, a certain importance placed on words that left her lips.

And so, he listens.

"... It doesn't matter whether you do or not. It does not change Destiny's script," Blade answers, his voice rough and scratchy from disuse, "I do not need your care, nor do you need mine. I will heed your call despite the answer."

His hand reaches up to grasp at her wrist, rough and almost bruising, but with no intention of harm. It is simply how his grip has come to be, long gone the days where his fingers could easily adjust the pressure he exerted. Still, despite the outward harshness of the gesture, he leans into the touch, almost affectionately, had affection still lingered in this long dead corpse.

"... I believe you do. Your 'care' simply has a different definition."

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 .

Share 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

HAPPY FACE - Jagwar Twin Flip the switch, Flip the stove, World gone mad, Let's start the show, Get your kicks, And let's go, If you're sad; don't let it show, Say: I'm happy! I'm happy! I'm happy today! I'm happy! I'm happy! I'm happy today! They say, put on a happy face! Cause we're tic tock, tic tock, Ticking like a time bomb

AFTER ME, THE FLOOD- Bear Ghost I can count the endless hours, Perfecting your natural grace, I see the end that I intend, But can't find the path I should take, I'll start again; I'll persevere but, What's the price of perfection, I won't know until, It's paid in full, I'll be haunted and reviled, I won't let them, Deprive me of this sweet, sweet vision of mine

MARY DID YOU KNOW? - Pentatonix Mary; did you know that your baby boy, Would one day walk on water? Mary; did you know that your baby boy, Would save our sons and daughters? Did you know that your baby boy, Has come to make you new? This child that you delivered, will soon deliver you

NO LIGHT, NO LIGHT - Florence + the Machine No light; no light in your bright blue eyes, I never knew daylight could be so violent, A revelation in the light of day, You can't choose what stays and what fades away, And I'd do anything to make you stay, No light; no light, (No light), Tell me what you want me to say

NO STRINGS ATTACHED - Swingrowers I may be crazy, Tired of all those fairy-tales, But I'm not so lazy, I don't buy that it's a fail, Cause when they pull the strings out, The rhythm all the way you jump around, It's all you need to do now, Your digital footprint is in the sound, They really want your soul, But can't control your thoughts, They can't control your feet, They can't control it all

Tagged by: @everlastiingiimmortals >:( (jk ilu) Tagging: You! Anyone who wants to participate! :>

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HI I'VE COME TO POST UNFLATTERING LOW RES PICTURES OF AVENTURINE DON'T MIND ME-

Thank you for looking at these incredibly important pictures amen

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In which no one is surprised, Happy anniversary Star Rail! Thanks for all the fun times and absolute brainrot! o7

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HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY MOVE RATIO IM BENDING HIM OVER-

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They kept Aventurine’s old dodging mechanic mentioned from the dev discussion… oughhhgGHGHH IM SO EMOOO IM SO READY FOR YOU TO COME HOME YOU SLIPPERY BASTARD-

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[feed them]

A cup of tea is offered to the merchant. It's steam is inviting but the color is a tad unusual. The dark, sickly green practically asks for a cartoonish skull and crossbones to be plastered on it. Sunday's smile creases the edges of his eyes for once. He isn't even trying to hide it.

"A coworker of mine introduced me to the flavor. It reminded me of you."

@celestial-sword-dance

Prompted | No longer Accepting @celestial-sword-dance

From where he sits, Luocha's eyes look impassively down at the cup offered to him. It certainly didn't take a silver spoon to detect whatever was going on in there, nor did the merchant think Sunday had any reason to hide his intent.

What a childish ploy.

But, he may as well have some fun.

Smiling serenely, Luocha lifts the cup to his nose, inhaling its scent as if it were nothing more than an ordinary brew. His posture remains picture perfect, retaining all the form of an elegant nobleman at afternoon tea. With all the leisure in the world, he takes in the herbal scent, mixed with a tinge of almond, before raising the cup to his lips and taking a long sip with verdant eyes closed.

There is not a hair out of place or even hint of a flinch as the poisoned liquid slides down his throat.

“Your colleague has intriguing taste, I must say,” the merchant hums, gliding off of his chair soundlessly as he makes his way towards Sunday with an all too innocent smile, poisoned teacup remaining within his dainty grasp. He moves with the grace of skater lazily drifting over ice, his tail coat fluttering seamlessly behind him. Pointed heel clicks resound in the air until he pauses directly in front of the winged man, leaning into the Halovian’s space until the only thing between them is their bated breaths, Sunday’s back crowded against the lip of the table.

Then, Luocha opens his eyes, the ethereal glow of Abundance glowing dangerously under golden lashes. His hair mocking angelic light.

“Care to reminisce in the flavor? It’s only polite, after all."

A gloved hand presses flat against Sunday’s chest, a warning, before pushing the grey haired man’s back flat against the table’s surface. Not a drop of tea is spilled from the teacup’s lip.

Looming over Sunday’s body, Luocha climbs over him, his knees splaying over the Halovian’s thighs with his impassive gaze unchanging. He only pauses when he’s able to drape the latter’s face in a silken curtain of gold, ensuring that the man’s eyes could wander no where but him.

Then, the blonde grips at Sunday’s jaw, forcing his mouth open with leathered fingers. Slowly, meticulously, he tips the cup so that honeyed liquid pours into the struggling man’s mouth. Some tea spills messily over the corners of his lips, however, there is a certain precision in Luocha’s movements that indicate that the mess was intentional.

“Oh? Come now, show me your faith and devotion to your Lord,” he coos so sweetly, running a gloved hand gently over the priest’s throat, massaging his larynx to encourage it to instinctively contract, “Surely in THEIR grace, you will find mercy."

“Swallow."

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Aventurine is someone who doesn't let his true self show. Whatever facade he is putting on at the moment, is the one that benefits him the most. In fact, I would go as far to say he has a fear of being genuine, which I will elaborate on at a later time.

Physically, this is shown through how he dresses. He dresses extremely flamboyantly, drawing attention away from things he doesn't wish for people to see. He wears coats that made him look bigger than he is, wears heeled shoes to make him look taller, has chunky jewelry to wow people with his wealth, and always has something in his hand to play with.

People cannot see your hands trembling if they are drawn in by a coin being meticulously rolled and spun after all.

Aventurine in truth, is a very small man. He's 5'6" in my interpretation and leans on malnourished. He never had a chance to properly grow due to his past, and continues to have weight issues due to the rather stressful life he lives. This, combined with his rather atrocious eating habits and other various vices, leads to him being underweight at best.

Still, no one would be able to tell this from the confidence he exudes and intimidating way his eyes meet yours. There are many other things you will notice first before you notice his stature, and that's how he wants it to be.

Intimidation comes in many forms, after all.

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@doloniaxdiegesis replied to your post:

edan offers dango milk -

"Little Star, you have my gratitude for your kind gesture. This makes me wonder what worlds you've blazed since we've last met. I don't believe I've seen a drink like this in my journeys before. Tell me about the world where you found this drink, I'm sure you have many stories to tell."

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@everlastiingiimmortals replied to your post:

ALL FOUR, IN THAT ORDER, YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES-

If looks could kill, Jing Yuan would have met his fate 700 years ago. Maybe the rumors were right. Maybe Luocha's coffin was meant to house a body. He certainly wished to be able to shove a certain General in it at the moment.

Nevermind that it was all of his own volition that he ended up here, that he oh-so-willingly fell into a certain General's bed. The draw of their game simply too much to resist.

The push and pull of [Flattery] and wit.

The [Bang] of tension when either finally snapped.

The tangle in the sheets as they fell into [██████].

And finally, the lazy grin set on the General's face as he hovers a steaming spoonful of hearty congee in front of Luocha's face, looking all to happy compared to the merchant's indignant scowl.

Obstinate as ever, Luocha attempts to rise from his pile of bedding, only for a familiar pang to stop him in his tracks. His scowl deepens, eyes trailing to the food held tantalizingly in reach from the General, if only he would swallow his own pride.

... Maybe, just this once.

[Feed him].

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"I suppose this too, is devotion of another vein. Passion of a different light.

If this is what it takes to be the end of you, then so be it.

Til death do us part, my dearly detested."

[x] @celestial-narwhal: Luocha will [Do “it”]. It, you ask? Why, watch as the ethereal light drains from THEIR multitude of eyes and he stands on the edge of the abyss, laughing like the madman he is.

The precipice of "Life" and "Death" where partings entwine with beginnings in a lover's embrace.

Such devotion.

To wish with a fervent beating heart for a private send off. To be present for the end of another glorious cycle and...bear the fruits of one's path. Forever etched into blood and bones. Never apart as new life takes root within the path strider's being. A moving invitation. What a beautiful soul they've created.

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@traincarsandstars replied to your post:

Bailu is going to offer him some berrypheasant skewers

"Oh? How generous of you, High Elder, to share this treat with a humble merchant such as myself. I've heard on the streets that this dish in particular is a favorite of yours?"

With a warm chuckle, a gloved had reaches down and pats her hair gently, the fragrance of jasmine ever so slightly touching the air.

"How about this, I'll take you to share in my favorite dish on the Luofu as well. Is that deal to your liking?"

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(Hough sleepy- hitting the hay! I will get to the rest of these tomorrow my muse is WIGGLING!))