#𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 ✦ answered.

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❝  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲!  you  surely  had  me  waiting. ❞  Scaramouche  grumbles  &&  began  climbing  his  Yaksha  familiar.  ❝ I’m  bored  out  of  my  mind.  𝘥𝘰  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘪𝘵.   ❞ @hitokageisei

and so does the song begin again; crickets in the night, the wind 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 her ears, and thunder's reverberation 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 in her heart. does xiao seek comfort in the storm, or is it the one thing still comforting to her, this 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 in the way the yaksha holds onto her master? his 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 pleases her, golden eyes 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 across his body as scaramouche takes the initiative of settling on her lap, a slight tilt of her head the answer. the gloved hand tilts his chin to meet her soft lips, pink petals smiling.

❝ this one is positive their lord had other means of entertainment in my absence; surely, does this mean... you missed me?  ❞

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@kanedoji asked: typically, his mate wasn’t someone who demanded much at all. lowkey, you could say. even so, so intense was his desire to shower her with affection on the day of her creation that he felt impelled to do this anyways. “hey, anchan, i was thinkin’… would you be against a traditional… oni sorta marriage? y’know, to really the deal, and all.”

there are times when silence can install 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, one of which can bring upon 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 and 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 that befall nations and their people. yet the 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 itto brings her is nothing more profound than his words, 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 her ears like the faintest breeze. 𝙥𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 settles deep inside her golden gaze, flickering jewels to his crimson, hesitant orbs. ❝ oni…marriage? ❞

xiao turns completely to face her mate, crossing strong arms over her chest, lost culturally in the context of his meaning. ❝ how could i be against something that i do not know of… tell me, we are already mated in the soul. how does your kind celebrate? ❞

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@taiixuan asked: cue a certain geo god grisping the little yaksha bird very gently and placing him onto his head. perfect. the world's balance has been restored.

this is it, the most prized nest of them all !! his lord has held her, gently, with the greatest of honors to snuggle right into the black threads. the chirping can be heard miles away but it is only to sing praises to him !!