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[heartofafiend]

That sounds fun! (*´∀`*)

Love and deepspace ask game

How long have you been playing?

Who do you main (or are you a harem player)?

What's your favorite thing about [pick a LI, or all of them]?

What are your affinity levels with each LI?

Show us your favorite photo(s) from the photo studio!

Show us your 'with him' decor for [pick a LI]

Which plushie is your favorite?

Which LI is the hardest to win against in kitty cards?

What is your favorite feature of the game (e.g., claw machine, secret times, main story, etc.)?

Which language do you prefer to play in?

Which level are you on for each deepspace trial orbit?

Which myth companion is your favorite to battle with?

Which past event did you enjoy the most? Why?

What are your favorite 5-star and 4-star cards?

Which LI do you most relate to, and why?

If the LIs existed irl, who do you think you'd be more likely to date? Why?

Do you have a favorite chapter from the main story? If so, which one?

Which outfit(s) are your favorite to dress MC in?

Which outfit(s) are your favorite to dress [pick a LI or many] in?

What is your current personal title in game (prefix, suffix, and base)?

[Bonus: ask whatever you want!]

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Day 24 - Date

You were sitting in a cafe, waiting for Zayne to come back with your orders. 

Winter’s cold hit harder today, snow covering the streets, painting the city in whites. Sitting there in his cardigan, cozy, warm, smelling just like him felt magical. 

Your winter wonderland. 

He set your orders returning to his place. 

Your fingers brushed accidentally, and when you looked at him, he was as nervous as you were. 

You giggled, a chuckle joining in. 

“It’s silly.“ you were never so nervous on a date before.

“It is. 

“More nerve wracking than open heart surgery? 

“Yes. Because it’s you.

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Day 23 - Workshop

Grease was covering your hands, shorts, it probably was marking your face like war paint. 

You didn’t really care, sitting on the hood of a ‘69 Corvette Stingray, cold drink in hand. Watching, live, another episode of ‘Sylus’ repair workshop’. Lazily looking as he was fixing one of his bikes, the one you just helped with.

Equally covered in grease and sweat of the summer night he stood up, rag thrown to the floor with no finesse. 

“Will I get some as well, kitten?” he smirked, stepping enough for you to hug his hips with your knees. 

“If you behave

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Day 22 - Tenacity

Relentless, tenacious, just plain stubborn. 

There were many words you could use to describe a certain Colonel who now was standing in your kitchen space, rummaging over spices. 

“Just give me one more try, pips” he said, four attempts ago. 

Would you complain? Nah. 

You loved it, the attempt to amuse you, at this point you didn’t expect any of you would succeed. 

“Caleb… please, let’s just leave it, we can try again tomorrow.

“Na-ah, you say you wanted to try it and I will deliver.”

You shook your head, defeated by the smile he gave you. 

He always did. 

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Day 21 - Choice

“If you could choose again… Would you still choose me?” you didn’t know what kind of evil spirit possessed you to ask the question aloud.

He paused mid stir of the pudding he was cooling. Here you were, sick after an unexpected storm. Zayne, ever the kind doctor, decided to spend his rare day off looking after you. 

He looked at you, eyes somewhere between hurt and shock, maybe both. 

“What question is that, (y/n)? “ he gently touched your cheek, hands comfortably cold compared to the heat you felt  “There was never a choice. It was always you”

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Day 20 - Liability

Remember to love yourself, you are a world to someone out there, even if you don't see it ( ´ - `)ノ～ ♡

You were always called that. 

One word to describe your existence no matter what settings.

Even if the person you were with should have been a safe haven.

“Just leave, I will slow you down, I am a liability” you said, voice steady and certain. Like you gave up questioning it. 

There was silence, where heavy breaths mixed in too tight a space you ended in. You just couldn’t do it anymore. 

Then your eyes meet his. Burning rage and undenying love. 

“Don't. Don’t decide what you are to me.“ he lifted you up “You’re my world and nothing less” 

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Day 19 - Pebble

Oshiagen - if I remember and had noted it down correctly - means 'You are mine.' Or so Rafayel explains in one of the cards/call/somewhere where he talks about Lemurian.

“Cutieee” he whined and you almost dropped the seashells you were holding. He was leaning, arms draped around you, making you wobble. 

“Don’t ignore meee, I am withering like seaweed abandoned by sea.” 

“Oh my poor seaweed, do you want me to throw you back into the sea?” you giggled at the dramatic gasp. 

“How dare you! I am trying to share my love” he took your hands in his, hugging you in process, placing a dark, smooth heart shaped pebble in them. 

“But I don't have anything for you…

“Oshiagen. That is more than I would dream of having.

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In gods we trust - Xavier - Keeper of Time, The Unwavering End

He remembered the birth of the stars above the seas and the soils of the earth created for gods, and then inhabited by clay creations of his brothers. 

He saw them receive the gift of life, of breath, of red rivers that flowed under their skin, and most important, of the fire behind their gaze, psyche - the soul. Something that made them similar to gods, even if their bodies were too fragile to resonate with it, to discover its potential. 

At the beginning of the age of humans he was keeping his distance, not because he wasn’t interested, but because the way they seemed back then was too raw, too brutal. They were lost, and he could never fully understand why. His path as a god was always clear to him, his duties a path he had chosen himself, for them the world seemed too much. 

With the passage, and time he himself provided, they changed, grew, evolved. They were sharper now, more aware, and so they noticed him amidst the pantheon of gods that were living alongside them, some of them even ruling over their existence. 

He didn’t pay attention to it at first, it was just a temporary worship. He wasn’t wrong but it took way longer than he anticipated. 

His temples were towering over the cities that called him their patron. Bright, white marbles and gold idols decorating the interior, not with obscene crudnes some gods adored, but balance. They were not screaming “Fear me as my power has no bound”, they were merely whispering “I was, am, and will be”. 

He never understood what drew those people to him, why they bowed their heads, and why they showered him with gifts. He learned to stop refusing, but instead of riches and gems, he wanted their creation, words, their written stories. 

The stories the people spun made him smile, even in his long existence he couldn’t predict creativity will be the flower that blooms in the minds of mortals. 

Libraries and schools soon dominated the cities, leaving enough space for the art of combat to be present but not dominant. He heard their prayers and even protected them when he could. Always standing by the side of those wronged. 

He was called many names back then. Xavier The Bringer of Light, The Righteous Protector, Keeper of Time.

They started calling him The Harbinger of Death, The Unwavering End after it happened. 

On one of the visits he met a woman he swore stole a part of his heart with just one look. Time had come for even him to fall under the spell so many feared, many more adored. He was happy, he really was. Only believing he was providing the same for the lover he had. 

Their bond was sacred, pure, full of fire that was never meant to dim. Fire that should live forever. 

Fates had different plans for them. They saw no mercy, they felt no remorse, nor would ever listen to the pleas of gods. 

A war broke out fueled by greed of humans and other gods. It caused the destruction of the city she was in. His light, his sunshine. 

Enemies managed to leave a cut on his back as he turned, running like he never did before. Hearing her scream for help pushed him to her like the moon drawing the tide in, yet it was not enough. The Time didn’t have enough time to save the one thing he cherished the most. 

His beloved died because he was not quick enough. 

And that broke him, right there and then everything around him slowed. All the pain, all the blame, all the anger pierced him worse than any weapon could. He held her, amidst the shouts, fire and blood. It wasn’t long, he didn’t cry, not then, but when he stood up, the light in his eyes was gone. 

Everything else, he still remembers, but doesn’t dare to recall. 

He killed not only mortals but the gods that were behind the war, his brothers and sisters. He didn’t hear the cries of pain, when he twisted his blade, not yet killing, but damaging. There was justice in what he did. In his eyes, her death was excruciating and that torment will always stay with him.

He withdrew from mortals completely after that. Prayers of his name left unanswered. 

He tried bargaining with other gods, tried threatening them, but once a mortal is gone, their soul passes on, for some rebirth awaits, others would never get that chance. And she was one of the latter.  

His temples crumbled, the tapestries with his sigils turned into dust, his name spoken rare and by few, until it almost was forgotten.

It was late in spring in the mortal realm when he heard a prayer. Soft voice he almost took for sands of time sliding on the glass. It was a long time since he actually heard a prayer that long. 

Whatever it was, he didn’t care. 

The next day, the same sound broke the calmness of his home. Then the next, and the day after. 

It was something else that made him visit the old corners he didn’t think of for a long time, not the prayer - he told himself this white lie. 

The overgrown ruins of his temple were the source of the disturbance in the silence he closed himself in. The vines were thick here, it was a feat to even get past them. He admired the determination, all but futile, whoever it was, should have chosen other gods. 

Moonlight was falling through the canopies of the trees that called this place their home, columns lost their white in exchange for lush greens of moss and ivy splattered with whites of chamomiles. He passed the broken remains of what once was the golden gate into the building, never once bothering with putting on a spell to keep himself hidden. 

There in the middle half of his statue remained, a hand dusted and greyed even in the light from above stood all but presentable to be looked upon, let alone pray. Yet there she was, kneeling on the grass, eyes closed, face turned to the moonlight, where in the past was the carving of his face.

She looked over her shoulder, surprised, but not like she saw a god that she was praying to, but more like she didn’t suspect anyone to know this place. He felt his eyes widen. Such calmness radiating from her that it reached him and he swore if not for who he was now, another part of his heart was ready to crumble. But he held it better, tighter in himself. 

She didn’t recognize him, of course she didn’t, offering a polite smile, and going back to the prayer, this time, in silence. Maybe not to disturb someone else. 

Against his better judgment he came closer, kneeling near but not enough to seem rude. Kneeling before his own crumbling marble was something he didn’t think would happen. 

He stayed there, not saying a word, too scared to listen carefully to her prayer, looking in wonder at the figure beside him. It was not her, yet the feeling was too familiar to him, this time he didn’t want to let it in. Wiser than that. 

It was the fifth night they met in the ruins, he still didn't acknowledge her prayers, never asked, they just spoke briefly and she prayed. With the devotion that took him aback, not ever realizing he was right beside her.

He decided to speak when he saw a small plate, the smell of sweetness more prominent when he stepped closer, what a fool he was at that moment.

“The statues don’t need offerings, and the god you seek is not here” a soft tone he himself forgot he had, too long in the silence of his own mind. 

She laughed with a breathy sound, shaking her head. 

“I think the god would not like them even if he was here, but I hope you do.“ 

His breath caught, and a fool twice in the same night he became when he decided to listen to her prayers. 

The previous ones were sweet, all of them were. She didn’t ask for anything, just rumbled about the old stories she heard, thankful for the time she could spend with her close ones. It was warming, just like her smile, just like her voice that made his psyche calm. 

This prayer from today was different. Mournful. No questions, no wishes. Soft goodbyes. His eyes opened at that, just in time as she was already standing up.

Were those meetings that gave him the silent comfort, disappearing? 

The times he dozed off, just to see her there still praying when he woke up, her scarf draped over him, the finger to her lips to make him quiet, eyes scolding him as he tried to speak louder in his own temple, were those things going to slip away? 

A bruise on her arm and leg, not accidental from the shape, were showing from under the summer’s fabric of her dress that he just noticed. He grabbed her wrist before he stopped himself. 

She was a star which light he wanted to bask under, he knew he shouldn’t, but his heart decided already.

This time, he knew better.

He will not lose another part of his soul. 

Our daily usual schedule of drabbles is interrupted (again) by a quick little thing.

Rafayel's card got fished out of the sea of pulls. Yet the idea of godly LI's remained

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This one got me thinking Chronos from Greek( once again )but the primordial version more than the titan mythos. Then we have the jolly duality of a god that somehow is more familiar with Kali, the feared and loved aspect, that is not only reserved for her, it just feels right in the context of Xavier.

Still not sure about the whole set of this, it is a first meeting only kind of scenario.

And as usual this is meant to be reader implied. If someone ever wonders why I don't lean heavy into description of what he sees when looking at her.

Also the first her is MC (rip).

Proofread by @negatywka and @sparrowfleet

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Day 18 - Leaves

Xavier just gives off the picnic dates and soft belly rubs vibes, idk just (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ until his not

The weather was too good to pass up the opportunity for a picnic in a more secluded part of the park. A clearing on one side of the lake was an ideal spot to just rest. 

The sweater he gave you hid you from the wind. You rubbed your nose in the woolen turtleneck. Staying close to his side as you read. Your eyes are getting heavier. 

You woke up, head on his tights, hand rubbing your stomach in a soothing fashion, eyes drifting from the book to your face. 

Stray leaves tangled in his hair, eyes full of love.

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Day 17 - Tropical

Above the clouds city lights looked like scales on tropical fishes in the aquarium you visited when you were little. 

You remembered it, the excitement that you felt days before the trip. Running around, with too heavy books, showing Gran and Caleb the pictures of different fish. 

You missed those days. Simple, warm memories contradict what your life currently was, dangerous and tense. 

This moment of respite was more than welcome. 

Now it was only you and Caleb.  

“Do you like the views?” he looked at you, his eyes filled with warmth you missed every second you didn’t see it.

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Day 16 - Ballad

(●´艸｀)ヾ

The vinyl was looping the notes from the old ballad he put on. Like a broken record it echoed through the room. 

It was going for so long that your brain imprinted the portion that was looped “never ending l… never ending l… never”.

Love gooddamit, never ending love. 

The recorder gave out a click when the needle left the black surface. Moment before you would opt into shooting it down, quite literally. 

“Why didn’t you stop it, kitten?”

You curled around a pillow looking at him, steam following him from the bathroom. Too sore to move. 

“I wonder why.”

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In gods we trust - Sylus - the slayer of men, the bringer of wealth

Wealth and war were always his favourite things. Raw power was addictive and he loved nothing more than the adrenaline combat provided. 

That is why, when he did amuse himself by visiting mortals he made sure to be in the midst of one of those. 

His temples were covered in gold, rooftops high, chests always overflowing with things of highest value. Stones adoring vases, fountains and even clasps holding the curtains draped between columns only to be opened in the evenings and at night.

Biggest cities and capitals were what he preferred to visit, treasures piled in them higher, food and wine always better. 

Humans would sacrifice anything for his blessing during battles and beyond the time of turmoil, they still feared his wrath and retribution. 

He was less interested in the mortals and their desires and more in their creations. All those pretty trinkets made his stall a bit longer in his temples, and if by some weird twist of fate, those places were a target of an invasion, they barely felt it. 

His temples remain standing. 

He was greedy after all, and what is his, always stays his. 

There were of course exemptions and if his followers did not satisfy his expectations, well… There is always a place to move what was given to him and abandon the place until he feels like visiting again. 

The privilege of being a god. 

If he found himself on the battlefield, his vision was becoming red, his movements precise, calm, calculated but any restraints were cut, his aim was to kill, slaughter, and this is what he did. Not paying attention to who was in his way. He never held back, he guided those who prayed hard enough.

He saw mortals’ fear when they were in the aftermath. He was starting his battle with his sword, just to abandon it in favour of his hands. And that, not only sent a message, that terrified them. 

His involvement always ended in blood soaked fields and piles upon piles of corpses.

This is why the mortals prayed to him day and night, god of war Sylus, The Wealth Bringer, He Who Raises the Clamour of Combat, Sylus The Slayer of Men.

He was their greed, their desires. 

This year was hard, the battles in the southern regions brought hunger and desolation to most of the places. It didn’t really mean anything to him, bar the increase in prayers causing him headache. 

To mute the noise pollution of cowerding merchants and families of soldiers fallen in battle, he visited a smaller temple in the mountains. Here, although the place was too humble for his tastes, he could rest. The prayers here were out of what he could provide, and he still wondered why the small place even considered him as a choice instead of the watcher Caleb, or even the godly healer Zayne taking in the herbs were in abundance if you knew where to look. Yet they chose him, and they never shied from the gifts, he did get a few trinkets he liked, and veterans of some battles visited from nearby villages to pay respects every now and then. 

It was not a surprise seeing some of the veterans as soon as the beacons lit, announcing his presence. There was gold and wine, some pelts, thick and soft, textiles with embroideries and gems that were too meager for his liking. Men prayed for courage in the next battle, wealth and general insignificant things they always desired. It was late when they left. The moon lit their path home, the same one that allowed him to finally relax. 

Hours later, before dusk, he sensed someone there. He was getting ready for rest, and he considered cutting their head off or chasing them away. 

What he heard made him reconsider. Heart pounding, breath shaky like from a marathon, and then whispers, mumbling. Soft female voice. He leaned on a column at the entrance. Women, unless warriors, didn’t visit his temples, and she was not a fighter, too fragile, too… soft. 

Shouting outside made her turn and he almost took his glamour off at that moment. The light on the altar gave her a halo of gold and flames that captivated him. She looked like she belonged to the red fabric of the altar, dimming all the gems and all the treasures he had. 

Her gaze darted from the entrance to anything around. Yes she was afraid, but she was looking for a way out. She ran behind the altar, grabbing the offering knife like a spooked kitten trying to grab the kill before someone else would snatch it. 

Adorable. 

Man rushed in after a moment of hesitation at the entrance. They paid their respect and then started to scout the room. Oh they were adamant to find this little gem. Too bad, his eyes were on her already. 

She was shaking, clutching the knife in her hands, like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. Three men for one little kitten. Distasteful, an overkill with no reason. 

To her credit she didn’t close her eyes in fear, trying to make herself disappear. And when one of them pulled her she plunged the dagger in his shoulder. Pulling it back when she got pushed away, clutching to the blade like a drowning man to a piece of wood. 

Blood spilled by a sacrificial dagger made him smirk, atta kitten. He would gladly take the offering and guide her blade. She backed her back hitting one of his statues, the claymore  shaking ready to fall, and she took it. The man laughed, the weapon taller than herself, solid metal with rubies in the hilt, too heavy, she almost dropped it realizing the same. 

Sylus was quicker than that. Grasping her hand, holding the weapon and pointing it with ease on those who stood opposite her. He will never be bored with the mortal’s expression of shock and dread. 

“Now, kitten, I accept your blood offering” he whispered in her ear, his glamour dropping. It was over before it even started, a blur of red mist and clash of steel, and thud of falling bodies. 

He stood in the midst of the bloodbath, his hand wiping the splatter left on his cheek. Disappointing. 

He turned around slowly, a smug grin on his face, oh she looked so good with blood on her hands, the first body dropping by her hand with his guidance. 

“There were three bodies” he said, amused as she dropped the claymore and clutched her hands on the dagger she still had. Oh his heart was beating fast. She was such a cute feral kitten. Still holding his own sacrificial knife against him. He had chuckled. “I need two more sacrifices from you.” he finished taking another step, not bothered, watching her closely, eyes sharp taking in the beauty and audacity.

He loved it. 

Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe she just didn’t know better, she lunged at him. He lifted her by her wrists, squeezing until the dagger fell. 

He cleared the altar with one fluid move pinning her down. 

“Let’s talk about the other two sacrifices you owe, kitten.” 

Our daily usual schedule of drabbles is interrupted by a quick little thing.

I.AM.OBSESSED with the new Rafayel myth.

To hell with grass. I need to touch the sea.

For now my heart fears the story infold is gonna serve us (who needs feelings ,right?) and I am distracting myself with a bit of "What LI's would be if they were gods." Kinda based on Greek mythology - this one anyway.

The question lives rent free in my head right now fuelled by the Lemurian's god.

I am not sure if I will do a full set for each LI's or just stop here with Sylus.

Proofread by @negatywka, I do not trust myself with long texts

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Day 15 - Last

Made myself sad （；へ：）

Every battle bears the same weight on his shoulders. Every time his sword is drawn, his light shines; he cannot shake the whisper traveling as fast as his sword. 

Survive. Come back to her. 

It’s obsessive, the strongest desire burning in his soul. 

He always makes sure he is the last man standing. No matter how hurt. He lives for you. 

Then he saw you - head resting on the hilt of your sword, leaning on the fallen tree, hand grasping around the necklace he gave you. 

At that moment, being the last man standing was the worst of all curses.

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Day 14 - Saccharine

Summer is making me want to escape somewhere far away (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ) Zayne would be such a great companion for that

Your gaze wandered between clouds touching the bottom of the hut in the mountains, to the yarn between your fingers. 

Weekend escapes were your favourite thing. Those early mornings, smell of tea and the taste of biko, made your heart grow with joy. 

The best of it all, you were not here alone. 

It made you smile, made the worries melt away like snow.

A small commotion made you turn your head seeing something that dimmed every view in this world. 

His saccharine smile - sweeter than honey, more addicting than the strongest drug. 

Maybe you were simply hooked on him.

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Day 13 - Abundance

It's only fair 🍎

The orchard was heavy with fruits this year. Early June's sun shined warmly through the leaves of an apple tree outside the kitchen's window.

“One more basket and we’ll have enough apples for life” you giggled seeing him carry another box.

“I think we already have enough for five, pips” he smiled that boyish grin you loved. Walking to embrace you as soon as his hands were free.

This year there were no grand plans.

This year it was just him and you in your paradise.

“Happy birthday” you breathed when your foreheads touched.

You'll give him love in abundance.

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Day 12 - Scone

Now I have a craving ( ◡‿◡ *)

The smell of freshly baked pastries filled the kitchen. It was one of the rare holiday days that you could enjoy. No grand plans, no big events, no emergencies. 

Just you and him. 

What better way to start such a day with freshly baked scones, rose marmalade, a cup of steaming beverage and your love. 

“Good morning. You woke up early” you heard rustling behind. 

Turning around you were greeted with green hazel eyes, and then lips. 

“Rose marmalade” he said, pulling away as you blinked dazed. “Any sweets taste better from your lips.” he smiled while taking a seat.

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Day 11 - Credit

This is just silly ┐(´∀｀)┌

You blinked slowly looking at him the way you would if he was an overgrown lizard in a tutu. “Why are you giving me your credit card?” 

He chuckled, shoving the plastic in your hand. Tired by the repetition of the question.

There was no place for refusal. 

“Treat yourself, kitten” 

“You… realize that we just came here” you didn't even finish speaking. 

“It would be a waste to just grab one thing, when you have a full mall” he waved at you to follow, his target obvious. You ran to stop him before he walked to the lingerie shop.