Okay last little idea and I'll leave you be for a bit
Xiao actually responding to the names the creator gives him. Little Friend, Pretty Bird, ect. No matter how far away you are, if you call those names, he has to stop himself from turning into a bird and flying away at that very moment. Those pet names are as much his name as any other he's kept.
-sibling anon
me when xiao
in his time with you in his adeptal form, xiao has never told you his name.
and yet, he still hears you.
if he’s in the area and the wind brings him the softest call of “you here, little friend?” he morphs in an instant, instinct taking over as he flies to your summons. he ducks through the trees, landing gracefully in your outstretched hand, meeting your wide smile with a chirp.
“there you are,” you mumble, and he ruffles his wings in an approximation of standing straighter. he is here. for you.
he’s commonly perched on your index finger, or your thumb if he’s eating from your palm. you only feed him simple almonds, yet it tastes of a delightful meal, energy coursing through his body. he’s careful not to nick your skin in his eagerness, but nobody could blame his enthusiasm if they knew what he felt.
by sitting in your hand, he is rested. by staying at your side, he is healed. he still upkeeps his duties, ever vigilant, but he’s quicker now, spurred on by something—someone—to return to. his place is at your side, and he hates keeping you waiting.
even when he has to.
xiao crossed his arms over his chest, staring off at liyue’s plains while he waited for the traveller to finish talking with… whoever. he honestly wasn’t paying attention. all he was there for was the lost adeptal artifact that the commissioner had promised he had, and then he would be on his way.
the man said something with a tilt to his tone. the traveller laughed. xiao grit his teeth.
“friend? little buddy? where are you?”
the call pulled at his soul as every other name he held, and he itched to answer.
paimon made a comment, an ooh! tossed somewhere in the middle, and xiao snapped.
“can we wrap it up? this is not a proper use of an adeptus’ time.”
the man swiftly apologized, handing over the totem, and xiao all but snatched it from his hand. a ‘farewell’ may or may not have slipped from him in time for the traveller to hear, he wasn’t sure. all he knew was that one moment he was dropping the totem off at his room at the inn, and the next he was leaping off the balcony, shifting mid-air to fly towards you.
he let out a loud cry when he spotted you, tucking in his wings to dive. you saw him and held out your hand, a motion so familiar that the actions to land were muscle memory.
he flared his wings, slowing his fall, flapping once, twice, before settling on your index finger. your thumb reached up, as it always did, and he leaned into it, repressing a coo at the feeling of it smoothing over his back.
“there you are, my pretty bird. where were you?”
a shiver rolls down his small body at your words, and he hides behind your thumb. you had many names for him—little friend, blue bird, simply blue—but pretty bird?
your pretty bird?
he’s hot in a way he can’t identify, a melting mix of emotions filling his chest. pride, admiration, adoration, even, all blurring into a messy film that covered his mind.
you turned towards your camp, keeping the hand with him perched close to you. “doesn’t matter. you’re here now, pretty bird. i missed you, you know.”
and you missed him?
xiao’s known for a while that the one on the throne wasn’t truly his god, but now he’s wondering if you were. the swell of confusing feelings was proof enough; were you anybody else, mortal or immortal, god or adepti, he’d have surely struck you down for your behavior long ago. cooing over him as if he were a mere household pet, feeding him scraps of crushed fruit, calling him such names as ‘pretty bird’- he’d have morphed back the second he was strong enough, held his blade to your throat and called you insolent and ungrateful. he’d leave you with a scar, and yet here he was, apologizing for the one he did leave in any way he could.
you carefully poured some almonds pieces in your palm, and he shifted to your thumb as you sat. were you anybody else, you would be dead. but your eyes are still open, carefully watching him, and your heart still beats blood. he can feel your pulse through his claws, sometimes, and often finds his own slowing down to match it.
you had an adeptus eating from the palm of your hand, and yet you were none the wiser. you simply propped your head in your free hand, a gentle smile on your face.
“my pretty bird,” you said quietly, and xiao’s eyes closed of their own volition.
yours.
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Who do you think was speaking in the voiceover in the preview for next week, Petty? I’m kiiinda leaning toward it being Non or New’s voice but there’s another option I might write a clown theory about later —@babyangelsky
@babyangelsky, I always love reporting this because I feel everyone knows it at this point, but . . .
I watch my shows on mute.
Which is why I never know what background noises are happening.
Therefore, I have no idea whose voice is in the preview because I assumed it was Top screaming since the sub was over him (even though I don't know why he would be the one to scream that statement).
Even if I watched the preview without mute, I wouldn't recognize the voices because I have had this show on mute since episode one. Screaming, crying, and singing = instant mute, which was the major vibe of the first episode. *Notice that only the Fucked-Up Five are in the shot!
If I had to guess though, I would say it's Tan saying that he will punish those who hurt Non because unlike Phi who lost focus and had a consensual university relationship with Jin,
Tan understood the revenge assignment, and since he was a good enough student to win a scholarship to study abroad in English and studied hard enough to duplicate a drug to make all these kids lose their minds in the woods, I doubt he would fail now. He very much exudes that unhinged energy only a perfectionist under immense pressure has after decades of being forced to be the golden child.
He gave up his education and dreams. His mom is dead. His dad told him he was no longer his son right before he died by suicide. His brother has been missing for three years, and his partner in crime is fucking up this group project by catching a case of feels as he eats another apple of sin!
But, once again, my very good student and the love of my life has sacrificed too much to see it all crumble in the final stretch. He will succeed, even if it kills him.
But first, he'll kill everyone else.
Manipulate. Murder. Mayhem.
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i wanna thank everyone who is still sticking around on my blog even though my writing is taking a back seat (for now) it rlly means a lot that people are willing to wait for me:’)
I have things in the works so hopefully they will redeem me for my long ass absence but atm, life takes priority over fics (sadly)
all in all, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you❤️
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