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He   glanced   up   from   the   book   he   had   jotted   a   few   notes   in   to   give   Jing   Yuan   his   full   attention.   "We   just   won't   invite   them   to   be   remembered,   they   can   fade   into   the   anuals   of   history   than."   he   stated   with   a   hint   of   a   smile   tugging   at   his   lips.   The   book   in   his   hand   snapped   shut   when   he   closed   it.

"As   long   as   legends   and   tales   are   written   no   one   will   be   forgotten."   he   said   "The   story   might   not   even   be   how   it   happened,   but   it   will   be   how   people   wish   to   remember   it."   Dan   Heng   was   ever   a   part   of   the   Path   of   Permeancy   even   when   he   wished   to   not   be.

"Call   it   the   archivist   in   me."   he   said   and   gave   a   soft   chuckle.

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@ice-and-lightning 's Yanqing is 100% allowed to grab Dan Heng's tail when he seeks comfort. It is there like a big teddy bear just waiting to be hugged. This developed from a series of conversations that have become pretty much personal canon, for our muses. Dan Heng might be slightly more father coded than he ever thought. XD

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He   could   understand   he   could   absolutely   understand.   As   a   boy   he   had   no   parents   to   guide   him.   He   was   often   ill   treated   in   the   Shackling   Prison   he   knew   nothing   of   love   and   warmth.   He   was   given   books   to   education   himself   with.   It   was   only   so   he   could   be   either   be   discarded   or   used.   If   they   had   any   idea   he   still   possessed   the   magical   knowledge   of   his   past   self,   they   would   have   likely   killed   him.   If   he   could   in   fact   die,   given   how   he   had   experimented   upon   himself--no--not   him   Dan   Feng.   It   still   effected   this   body.   He   had   felt   it   when   Blade   had   stabbed   him.   Was   he   immortal   was   he   as   cursed   as   his   companions.

Three   pay   the   price.

"It   was   not   inconsiderate   or   rude."   he   stated   "I   do   understand,   we   both   have   issues   with   Dan   Feng."   he   offered   with   a   humorless   chuckle.   "He   did   what   he   was   not   supposed   to   do,   and   did   not   do   well   enough   what   he   should.   Grief---makes   good   people   do   questionable   things."   pale   eyes   glanced   at   him   from   the   side   of   his   eye.

"I   do   remember   you   Kai."   he   offered   "You're   not   some   forgotten   thing, to   him   you   were---a   treasure."   he   stated   "Which   can   be   a   good   or   a   bad   thing, coveted   and   collected---there   has   to   be   more   to   it   than   just   that."   he   gave   a   dip   of   his   head.   "I   am   well   read, it   was   the   only   thing   I   was   allowed--before."   he   didn't   want   to   think   about   that   place   or   what   happened   there   but   his   love   for   reading,   and   his   love   of   learning   remained.

"Allow   me   to   buy   you   a   meal,   and   if   you   have   questions   I   will   see   if   I   can   help   you   answer   them."   he   offered   "There   is   a   little   place   right   off   the   Alley,   where   we   won't   be   disturbed."    he   suggested.   

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?" -Kai

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There   was   a   silent   moment   as   he   considered   what   the   man   was   asking   him,   and   he   tilted   his   head   to   look   at   him.   He   was   passive   in   features   though   he   folded   his   arms   across   his   chest.   "That   truly   depends   on   how   you   mean   this   ?"   he   stated   "Every   question   of   before   can   have   a   plethora   of   answers   depending   upon   the   context   in   which   the   person   is   asking."   he   stated.

Pale   eyes   scanned   the   crowd   to   make   sure   there   was   no   problems.   He   glanced   back   to   Kai.   A   hand   motioned   to   the   street   they   were   on.   "I   was   heading   to   the   food   stand   to   get   gooseberry   skewers."   he   stated   "Care   to   walk   and   talk   ?"   he   inquired   politely   but   cautiously.  He   was   sure   that   there   were   many   people   who   held   ill   will   towards   Dan   Feng,   but   he   was   not   him.   Though   he   retained   memories   and   looks   it   was   not   the   same   as   being   this   person.   It   was   like   pictures   in   a   book.   Of   someone   else's   life   you   only   vaguely   remembered. 

Usually   in   Nightmares.  Kai   was   a   part   of   less   traumatic, though   no   less   emotional   times.

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"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?" -Kai

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There   was   a   silent   moment   as   he   considered   what   the   man   was   asking   him,   and   he   tilted   his   head   to   look   at   him.   He   was   passive   in   features   though   he   folded   his   arms   across   his   chest.   "That   truly   depends   on   how   you   mean   this   ?"   he   stated   "Every   question   of   before   can   have   a   plethora   of   answers   depending   upon   the   context   in   which   the   person   is   asking."   he   stated.

Pale   eyes   scanned   the   crowd   to   make   sure   there   was   no   problems.   He   glanced   back   to   Kai.   A   hand   motioned   to   the   street   they   were   on.   "I   was   heading   to   the   food   stand   to   get   gooseberry   skewers."   he   stated   "Care   to   walk   and   talk   ?"   he   inquired   politely   but   cautiously.  He   was   sure   that   there   were   many   people   who   held   ill   will   towards   Dan   Feng,   but   he   was   not   him.   Though   he   retained   memories   and   looks   it   was   not   the   same   as   being   this   person.   It   was   like   pictures   in   a   book.   Of   someone   else's   life   you   only   vaguely   remembered. 

Usually   in   Nightmares.  Kai   was   a   part   of   less   traumatic, though   no   less   emotional   times.

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Immortal Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences for immortal muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Every story has a beginning, but no story truly has an end."

"People die. It happens. Sometimes they even die twice."

"I've never seen much good come from looking to the past."

"Time is my greatest enemy."

"You of all people shouldn't be one to dismiss the influence of the past."

"Quite frankly, your lifespan sucks!"

"Did you think you could just go on and never once have to look back?"

"You opened up the door to feelings I'd forgotten - emotions I'd pushed out of my memory."

"Time is a flat circle and we are all stuck in it."

"What if the ending isn't really the ending after all?"

"Do you remember the last time you were happy?"

"The world changed. It doesn't mean you have to."

"Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're going to do over and over again."

"I don't expect you to understand this. I don't completely understand it myself!"

"I've never had a conversation with a dead guy before; forgive me if I don't know the rules!"

"They can't kill what's already dead."

"What would you know about where I'm from?"

"Perhaps in this case, death is merely an inconvenience."

"We mortals are but shadows and dust."

"I've lived a long time, so believe me when I tell you that sometimes when one walks away from his fate, it leads one directly to fate's doorstep."

"Yes, I remember. I remember everything."

"You and I have observed history. Time has been our glass. We are in history now. Living it. Making it."

"You have lived for far too long."

"I've had a few centuries of experience."

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"What am I going to do with you? You simply won't die."

"I thought I already killed you!"

"I watched you die, and I'm looking forward to seeing you do that again."

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What Color Does Your Love Feel Like ?

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

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"Is something wrong ?" he asked the young woman. Normally Dan Heng did not trouble others. Today the look on the young woman's face did stop him to inquire.

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Pouting.

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"..." flex tape really ? "No. It would not properly seal a wound it would more likely seal itself into the wound and cause a plethora of problem. Least of them being getting it off. The worst being infection."

"So Flex tape can fix wounds..." she looked interested.

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It had been a day of since he had, had to deal with the Prospectors and others of his kind when really all he wanted to do was make sure Bailu had a great time and was a kid. She was still young and but she had ideas of her own and this alone made him proud. Dan Heng encouraged her to be different from the norm. To be herself, she was the High Elder and people should be getting behind it rather than opposing it. He had taken her through all the steps she would need to know about dealing with others. He had made sure she would be able to function since they thought her weak from not having the abilities he possessed they were all wrong.

That was something to worry over on another day. He was returning to the village festival since he had promised to try to make it to the festival for Xiu. He had said his hasty good-bye to Stelle and to March and tapestry jumped.

When meant he went as his full self, not his cloud hymned human form. Diting was a quick way of finding her. If he was away because the dog was usually to her side. So, when he pinged Diting, the dog knew he was coming.

His arrival was in a unused area and private enough to keep others from paying much attention or so he hoped. He was firm when she pounced him to hug him, not staggering in the least. "Xiu." he greeted at the exuberant hug. Easily lifting her from the ground. "I like your hanfu." he complimented "I did bring a gift though I do wonder why you were not with your friends, I expected you to be quite popular." he motioned "No matter I am here now." He pulled the box from his messenger bag to offer to her. It was in soft teal and gold much like his, but it was designed to have scarves that looked like butterfly wings, a mixture of opaque and sheer skirts but very fey in nature since her father had mentioned she was as well. "Happy Qixi Festival." he glanced around. "So, take me on the food tour, I did not eat much since I assumed rightly so that you wanted to have food here." he laughed. @antihxroiism (Hua Xiu)

He had arrived late to the Qixi festival because he had other festivals he had to deal with first. Fortunately, he could borrow the teleportation tapestry to come there. He was still in his Vidyadhara form he wore flowing robes of white, azure and gold with a hint of red here and there.

He knew he could find Xiu by the Diting he had gifted her. The small ping on his phone told her where he was and so he made his way to where she was making sure there was no-one to behold his draconic features. Last thing he needed was a witch-hunt, well…dragon hunt. He gave a faint chuckle at the idea since these people were cruel to those who protected them, they did not deserve the Hua's continued kindness.

Or maybe it was just Dan Heng cared for the family and when he cared for something he protected. Against ALL threats.

"Sorry I am late, the festival I had to attend kept me away, how are you, Xiu ?" he asked softly.

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He had arrived late to the Qixi festival because he had other festivals he had to deal with first. Fortunately, he could borrow the teleportation tapestry to come there. He was still in his Vidyadhara form he wore flowing robes of white, azure and gold with a hint of red here and there.

He knew he could find Xiu by the Diting he had gifted her. The small ping on his phone told her where he was and so he made his way to where she was making sure there was no-one to behold his draconic features. Last thing he needed was a witch-hunt, well…dragon hunt. He gave a faint chuckle at the idea since these people were cruel to those who protected them, they did not deserve the Hua's continued kindness.

Or maybe it was just Dan Heng cared for the family and when he cared for something he protected. Against ALL threats.

"Sorry I am late, the festival I had to attend kept me away, how are you, Xiu ?" he asked softly.

@antihxroiism Hua Xiu

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It was a sad circumstances and Dan Heng never would have returned to the Luofu were it not for his companions. There was nothing he would not brave--even being placed back in the Shackling Prison to see them safe. He did not make bonds often but when he did they were deep bonds, like the Arbor Tree. It was something he and the tree shared in common. A faint smile touched his lips.

"Don't worry when Jing Yuan gets in one of his sleeps, he is out for awhile." he promised "Like the big cats he loves the man will nap, I doubt my voice will even stir him from his rest."

His boots rested beside the door and his coat came off for the coat rack as he devested himself of his traveling gear to join YanQing at he little table. He unpacked the food he had stopped off to get. Boxes were set in front of the both of them as he meticulously arranged chopsticks. Learning to know when someone was feeling something or moving was a given since Dan Heng had been hunted for a long time and there was always that part of him who knew how to calculate the quickest way out of any place he was in. How defendable it was and if there was anyone who might need his protection.

This place was safe.

Pale eyes wandered to the boy's sword collection there were many swords within the room and well maintained and displayed he not only cared for them he loved them. It was apparent. When the boy spoke of nightmares he shifted his attention back to him. Concern touched his face for a moment "Nightmares are often our sleeping mind trying to work through something it can not logically grasp." he offered. "Do you want to tell me about it ?" he asked "Maybe I can give you a hand with it ?"

He tapped the box and opened his own to take out the rice and noodles that he had brought. "I feel that a lot of what has happened could produce nightmares, I myself have reoccurring ones." he stated softly "Its always better to share them." @ice-and-lightning

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Yanqing can't help but smile a little. When they had first met, he would never have guessed Dan Heng has a caring streak like this. Especially not to him who had tried to arrest him back then. "Thanks," he replies, trying not to let the lingering fear and worry show. "We need to be rather quiet though, the General is sleeping." The boy didn't want to disturb his mentor's sleep. He needed it, needed the rest.

Looking around, he quickly makes some space by his table. It's a low table with sit cushions, as is common among the Xianzhou Native, but it's rarely used. The rest of his room contained a small bed and a lot of encased swords of all shapes and sizes, two of each. Yanqing is trying his very best to act normal, but it seems like his guest saw through him from the start.

"Just a nightmare," he replies, shrugging and gracefully sinks down on one of the cushions. "It's a reoccuring one," Yanqing adds, looking down at the table, not wanting to see how the other react. He must find him ridiculous. What could he possibly have been through that would warant nightmares? Nothing, compared of what little he had found out Dan Hang had gone through. Though this dream is not about something that has happened yet, but rather something that could happen: Yanqing having to kill a mara-stricken Jing Yuan.

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