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　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　having never sought medication prior , it is only with the peace this world has brought blade that he feels any desire to treat an otherwise permanent affliction . never occurred to him that he could try to make it easier . but this beast that lives within has been quiet ; more quiet than it had in decades . it was not liyue alone that has soothed him , but the uncanniness of the harbor reminds him of the spring of his life . ███ walks , in these moments .

　　　❝             i am prepared to pay .   ❞ spoken with an inkling of pride . he had taken up on the work posted to acquire a decent sum of mora , it's weight growing with each day , rewarded to him with only a slight look of concern for how voraciously he completed every hunt or bounty across the board . the blade glances at the seats . he chooses to stand astride the chair for now . ❝   . . . the pain remains without cause .   ❞

a pause . uncertain what answers the pharmacist seeks .

the man before him seeks what most wish to cleanse, yet ultimately walk out with temporary solutions rather than agreeing upon a long term benefactor that would surely help the most common symptom : pain. baizhu finishes an specialty tea, setting the porcelain cup aside before approaching the individual who managed to slip past his spirit assistant, qiqi. " i see have a seat, we must speak in private."

before the two are a few wooden chairs, intricately carved with designs accustomed to liyue. keen senses pick up a much more sinister culprit at fault for this necessary evil. " explain this.. pain you are feeling."

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　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　sleep came rare & it came fast . on the few occasions he was afforded it , he succumbed to it entirely . so often was he forced to endure this ceaseless pain with no reprieve , rest only ever waiting until the churning of his own body was balmed by the hormones surging to numb him , but even then could he hear , feel , his sinews cling & sew themselves together . sleep was the only escape . as body faced exhaustion , finally pulling him toward collapse , relief danced just on the horizon .

he lashed . arm lazily tracing a semicircle with the end of his shard - sword , drawing a line to keep ais at bay though , truthfully , it was half - hearted . he did not mistrust the other to hurt him . but instinct gave way to more primal fears . what if ? eyes have already begun to roll back when his cheek turns with great difficulty to face the demon .

　　　❝             i will submit to this slumber . it takes me only so rarely .   ❞ words begin to slur as grateful nepenthe warms him , drags him down as if leaden into this heavy sleep . ere his eyes close , brows knot briefly as if greatly troubled , & release at the moment he falls slack into the furniture . stone - hard but to him as soft as down . ❝   . . . stay .   ❞

the blade is tired . he trudges , slogs , behind ais . the moment a reasonable surface is seen , he all but collapses into it , turning into a blanket of muscle upon its face , weighed down only by his own bones . blade is the only thing left clasped with any resistance in his body , sword held tight by his side . @daohuai

the mission was, all in all, exhausting by this point in time. having to put in the extra work the other team could not fulfill was always left to those who preferred to work alone for efficiency. but this time around it wasn't likely such a thing would be granted. the man behind him, trudging along was already an indicator of it. ais is casual in the way he rolls his shoulders, releasing the stress of physical labor as he walks. but there's a thud and a short, sharp piercing clash of metal against the ground that has the demon looking over.

" for the love of . . . " blade has promptly collapsed upon the seating furniture and part of ais wonders if the other was a mere joke in the way he carry himself in these mundane moments. " the mission wasn't that bad, don't be so dramatic. " downplaying the severity of it was common within the list of ais' tendencies, " and close your eyes this time, or just face your head the other way. freaked the hell out of me last time. "

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　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　he misses him . the words the blade has sought disappear as quickly as morning mist under bright skies , dew on the breeze , as thick & humid on in his senses as these unknown affections . they choke him , fatten his tongue & stiffen these fingers so that he could not even write them . perhaps it was guilt . was he capable of it ? these thoughts were so distant from him ; life & its gifts were not something he could allow himself purchase . but this reminded him of those calmer times . ones left behind to the grave .

the words are quickly lost . it takes some time for him to recover a replacement , something to say instead .

[ 𝚄 𝙽 𝙺 𝙽 𝙾 𝚆 𝙽 ➝ 𝙼 𝚁 . 𝚈 𝙰 𝙽 𝙶 ] Tell me about cyclones .

𝙸𝙵   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙰𝚂𝙺   𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚃   exactly   when   he   had   decided   it   would   be   in   his   best   interests   to   begin   fraternizing   with   one   of   the   most   wanted   men   in   the   galaxy,   he   wouldn't   be   able   to   answer.   there   had   been   no   clear   cut   moment   in   which   blade   had   wormed   his   way   into   the   1st   herrscher's   affections   -   but   he   had,   and   it   shows   in   the   way   he   smiles   the   moment   his   device   dings   again,   pushing   his   glasses   up   upon   his   delicate   nose   to   begin   his   slow   response.   

<   :   //   TO:   UNKNOWN                               FROM:   WELT   >   :   do   you   want   to   see   more?   or   other   phenomena   from   my   home,   maybe.   we   have   this   thing   called   cyclones   -   i   think   you   would   find   them   interesting.   

a   tangible   pause.   he   debates   ending   his   sequence   there   but...   before   welt   can   stop   his   fingers,   the   next   text   sends.   

<   :   //   TO:   UNKNOWN                               FROM:   WELT   >   :   i   miss   you.   

ah,   fuck.

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[ : / /　𝙵 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴 ]　 : @astrcls　

　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　wailing . thudding . ripped from the comfort of sheets & sleep . it is a wholly unpleasant awakening as the blade comes to , crimson irises rolling forward once more as he arises , body raising as if summoned from death . it is with inhuman reflexes that he sits upright , teetering only from the sheer vertigo of being thrust upward . hands fly out to grab at their blankets , throw them off , only resulting in grasping at little more than the thin mattress cover . seeing only sampo , lone & horrified upon the floor , he finally comes to his senses . an inhale . shoulders fall slack .

his bedmate is very dramatic , he thinks , as his mind finally catches up to the waking of his body .

　　　❝             mm .   ❞ it's a grumpy little sound . not befitting of the weapon , in all his imposing strength & maddened bloodlust , to make . but in the morning , with their aching body only just finding reprieve , it exposes the pained soul which lay beneath this monstrous visage . the bags beneath his eyes are a pitiable sight . ❝   you're loud . go back to sleep .   ❞

the blade drags blankets back from sampo's legs bent akimbo , yoinking & yanking until he has pawed them back to the bed . a flounce of motion & he has wrapped himself in them once more , dropped his bruised body back to the mattress , & fallen into a reverse position with offending eyes turned opposite sampo's place on the bed .

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blade va is cherry i'm dying

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Sheridan Le Fanu, from 'Carmilla'

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I am so normal abt them >:### they literally gave birth to me

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daddy please come home with mommy Kafka in 1.2

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Silver wolf is chronically online.

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help me i painted for like 6-7? hours straight

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　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　he is glad , in some way , that the express' patron recognizes the sender . it was not wholly for secrecy , but rather a comfort that he did not use any device which wholly gave himself away . what trouble would it cause if anyone could find his contact & message him . already uncomfortable with the thing in the best of cases , prone to shattering them in the worst . it was too small , he had told silver - wolf . she had responded with offering him two small hands which he was told should be used to handle it . . . it was a prank he did not enjoy .

[ 𝚄 𝙽 𝙺 𝙽 𝙾 𝚆 𝙽 ➝ 𝙼 𝚁 . 𝚈 𝙰 𝙽 𝙶 ] I enjoy watching those you have shown me. [ 𝚄 𝙽 𝙺 𝙽 𝙾 𝚆 𝙽 ➝ 𝙼 𝚁 . 𝚈 𝙰 𝙽 𝙶 ] Exact time is hard to determine . It will not be too long .

[ 𝚄 𝙽 𝙺 𝙽 𝙾 𝚆 𝙽 ➝ 𝙼 𝚁 . 𝚈 𝙰 𝙽 𝙶 ] (img: the horizon of a planet , bathed in the light of a setting sun )

[ 𝚄 𝙽 𝙺 𝙽 𝙾 𝚆 𝙽 ➝ 𝙼 𝚁 . 𝚈 𝙰 𝙽 𝙶 ] You would enjoy this .

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𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶   (𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙻𝚈)   𝙸𝚂   enough   to   strike   him   from   his   dozing,   the   chime   briefly   earning   his   ire   as   he   goes   to   check   the   device   with   a   squint   of   exhausted   eyes.   of   course,   however,   he   finds   the   senders   identity   immediately   soothes   any   annoyance   at   a   disturbed   rest,   &   smiles   while   he   (   very   slowly   )   types   out   a   reply.   

<   :   //   TO:   UNKNOWN                  FROM:   WELT   >   :      It   is   very   beautiful.   I   wish   I   could   see   it   in   person,   but   thank   you   for   showing   me.   

<   :   //   TO:   UNKNOWN                  FROM:   WELT   >   :      Are   you   coming   by   soon...   ?   I   remembered   a   new   show   I   think   you   will   like.   Please   visit   when   you   can.

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　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　it was something that danced on the edge of a knife , that which they had stolen in these brief moments together . rendezvous sneaking him past the watchful eye of the knights , stealing him away even as his face still decorated the mirror - faced screens of the luofu , scarlet warning all citizens of what danger he posed . hanging off one edge , the physical nature of it was somewhat of an escape , a bodily experience which seemed to balm the pleasure - less pain he endured at near - constancy . but it was also torturous , he knew . for whatever grief he no doubt soothed in the general , what agony was it to see the face of your deceased lover , come back to life , with such cold metal snake warming itself around beating heart . to covet this parasite wearing his skin .

every word jing yuan uttered , all for the departed soul . there were none left for this ' blade . '

　　　he braces himself . the searing pain of flesh splitting open , bruising under the force of the general's bite , only serves to further elucidate this fact . that this is a body alone that jing yuan could love . the monster inside , something he could only ever hate . & how could he ? he was little more than his beloved zheren's punishment , a reminder of his crimes . a reminder of his betrayal .

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　don't you know this is me ?

　　　he presses inside in a manner which is not new to him , but as penetrating as their most intimate moments . keeps his teeth within him like a wild beast , constraining him beneath him like prey . neck stiff & body going willingly still , obedient to the act , allowing the leonine general to mark him as he sees fit . this red , red blood will stain him in return , clinging in coagulate against his pale hair , leaving behind fat wine - dyed pools in his sheets , thickly making its way down into his stomach & corroding him from the inside out . how unfair that he enjoys it with such greed . bitterness grows on his tongue , the look of relish upon his lover's face igniting him . fevered by his own agitation , the blade reaches for him , the harsh embrace of arms about his neck solidly lifting himself up to him as he crushes his mouth to his .

　　　❝             stop talking .   ❞

one day there will be none left of him . when he tarnishes his final blade , & rots his way into hell , the end shall be his . would jing yuan's soul find him , when the hunt calls its last ?

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍   𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   long   fettered   existence   he'd   met   out   at   ren's   side   -   only   memories   and   broken   thoughts,   awash   in   the   candor   of   friendships   gone   wrong   and   the   world   split   in   half   at   their   wake.   it   was   agonizing,   to   be   apart   from   the   other   portion   of   your   soul,   and   even   more   so   -   when   the   other   portion   insisted   he   no   longer   existed,   that   death   had   been   too   kind   a   sentiment   and   hell   had   spat   him   back   out.   yet   jing   yuan   had   not   been   lying.   he   was   a   selfish   creature...   covetous,   in   nature.   he   would   take   this   iteration   of   ren,   if   it   meant   having   even   the   smallest   piece   of   him   still.   for   though   the   weapon   could   not   see   it,   jing   yuan   could   -   he   saw   deep   past   the   buried   reticence   to   the   flicker   of   love   beneath,   to   the   man   that   had   once   been.   besides...   he   had   lived   too   long,   through   too   much   to   give   up   now.   

rare   for   anyone   to   find   such   a   soulmate   in   their   lifetime,   and   rarer   still   for   xianzhou   immortals.   jing   yuan   was   lucky,   but   he   was   also   cursed   to   love.   

does   ren   hate   him   now?   does   this...   variation   of   him   loathe   the   things   jing   yuan   does?   does   he   hate   being   pressed   into   the   mattress,   kissed   with   roughened   adoration,   or   fucked   until   neither   of   them   could   breathe?   jing   yuan   does   not   know.   perhaps   he   does   not   care.   it   shows   in   the   way   his   nails   vice   lightly   across   the   other's   abdomen,   the   free   hand   that   had   been   on   his   throat   slipping   along   his   bare   clavicle   instead.   beautiful.   still   so   beautiful   -   despite   all   the   scars,   the   broken   body   and   mind.   jing   yuan   would   love   him   until   he   is   nothing   but   a   pile   of   ashes,   or   they   are   both   a   memory   written   in   the   dark   between   the   stars.   

blood   blooms   beneath   teeth   and   his   groan   follows   blade's   own,   accentuated   by   the   voracious   suck   that   follows   suit.   he   tastes   the   iron   -   sweet   and   crimson   on   the   roughness   of   his   tongue,   and   it's   jing   yuan   that   pushes   the   stellaron   hunter   onto   his   back,   situating   himself   between   long   legs   to   bite   harder,   deeper   to   ravage   and   sin   so   that   by   the   time   he   pulls   away,   blood   has   blossomed   about   the   mark   and   stains   his   pretty   lips   in   red   ichor.   down,   he   looks   at   the   man   beneath   him   -   and   something   is   wild   in   the   general's   gaze   -   as   he   takes   in   the   vicious   mark   in   such   a   blatant   locale   -   takes   in   the   pallor   of   his   skin,   the   brightness   of   his   gaze.   

not   for   the   first   time,   jing   yuan   is   reminded   of   how   much   he   still   loves   him.   

the   callouses   of   his   thumb   and   forefinger   find   blade's   chin,   and   down   he   leans,   the   ashen   silver   of   his   hair   falling   about   them   now   like   a   curtain.   his   tongue   darts   forth,   lapping   briefly   at   a   bit   more   spilled   blood,   before   he   licks   his   lips   once   again   -   and   it's   the   leonine   gaze   that   finds   blade's.   "   a-ren,   "   he   coos   softly,   their   foreheads   dropping   together   and   a   digit   swiping   that   lower   lip.   "   go   back   to   your   elio   and   your   stellaron   hunters   with   my   mark   on   your   neck.   go   back   to   them   so   they   know   that   you   are   mine   in   this   life   and   the   next.   my   a-ren...   "   a   face   of   sorrow,   yet   so   full   of   affection,   punctuated   by   the   softest   brush   of   their   lips,   "   until   there   is   nothing   left   of   you,   you   are   mine.   "

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fuck forgiving and forgetting I need to bash his face into unrecognisable mush

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emo edgy tboy

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[ 𝙱 𝙻 𝙰 𝙳 𝙴 ➝ 𝙲 𝙰 𝙴 𝙻 𝚄 𝚂 ] Come to me .

　　　that being the last he has written , the offending device with its too - bright screen left on the ledge by his bed . it was not often he allowed himself rest , but when he had . . . well , it was like these nights . laying stiff & agonized in the too - soft bed in the star rail's most convenient car to house their new companion .

[ CAELUS -> ] What? Oh. It's you [ CAELUS -> BLADE ] . . . [ CAELUS -> BLADE ] You didn't answer my question tho

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