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[Like most of the younger generation he doesn't like using the phone, so text it is. It's early afternoon when he sends this message.]

We need to talk. In person, preferably.

[Well. This is unusual. Dan Heng isn't expecting a text from Blade. He's in the middle of homework, but given what the man's texted him....

In-person. Dan Heng thinks about that. Zhongli most likely won't appreciate him inviting Blade to the apartment right now, especially when Xiao might be nearby. He's very mindful of the trust his cousin has placed in him.]

I can meet you, but not where I'm staying. Preferences?

You can come here.

[This is too important to meet in a coffee shop, and it's clean for once. He attaches the address to his apartment in bougie Brick Alley.]

I have alcohol.

[IT'S THAT KIND OF DAY]

[This seems serious, then.]

Alright. Text me your address.

[Dan Heng will at least let Zhongli know where he's going, just in case. Once he gets the address from Blade, he gets his things and drives over to Blade's apartment. Somehow, being in this neighborhood, this feels right for a man like him. It just feels right for a pretentious man to live here.

Still, as he makes the walk over to the door, he feels a bit of a creeping dread in the pit of his stomach. Dan Heng can only imagine that they're going to talk about something in their past lives. Something incredibly important, judging by the short text conversation they had. He can only steel himself as he knocks on the door politely.]

[Blade opens the door. He has his hair down for once, looking a bit more like the man from Dan Heng's memories. He's wearing a black long-sleeved shirt.]

You came after all.

[He steps aside to let Dan Heng in. The apartment is honestly fairly average, if one can excuse the fact that every piece of furniture is black. Most of the clutter has been dealt with save for a Swordle by the door. You know, just in case. There is a bottle of very expensive rice wine sitting on the living room table along with two small traditional porcelain cups. Whether it's the couch or one of the chairs, they look comfortable enough.

One can bet that the office and his bedroom are utter disasters, but at least they're contained to those rooms right now.

He locks the door after Dan Heng makes his way in, and goes to sit down in a chair. He'll start by pouring the wine. One cup for each of them.]

Did you see the records in the library?

[Dan Heng raises his eyebrow, ignoring the flash of memory.]

Of course I did. It sounded important.

[He steps inside and takes off his shoes. Dan Heng takes in the state of the apartment for a second in idle curiosity. He has to wonder if Blade scrambled to clean this up. Yet he can't bring himself to judge too harshly right now.

The shorter man takes a seat at the couch. Something about sitting here with Blade and rice wine feels... nostalgic. Dan Heng's distracted by the question, though.]

I haven't read them. As... unpleasant as it is to recall the memories of my past lives this way, I prefer it.

[He doesn't get an objective view of the events that unfold, but he does understand their feelings and thoughts this way. Considering how personal it is, Dan Heng can deal with the loss of self in his dreamlike memories.]

[Blade sets the bottle of wine down. He doesn't move to drink just yet. After a moment, he takes his phone out of his back pocket and sets it on the table.]

My memory is unreliable. It was that way in my past life, though for a different reason. [The mara. Though that's the demon's name, too, and he's avoided using it in case he invoked something he couldn't undo.] ... So I decided to read my record, rather than dealing with the beast interfering.

[He picks up the cup and looks down at the clear wine in it.]

What do you recall of the Xianzhou?

[Dan Heng nods at that. It makes perfect sense to him. He doesn't reach for his own cup yet, but he's certain he will before long.

That question, though... it's such a loaded one. Dan Heng doesn't think that Blade means for it like that. Still, with this as the opening question, he can only feel a spike in that sense of dread.

He decides to be truthful.]

In my memories as Dan Heng, I only read about it through books.

[His expression is even more unreadable than normal as he says this.]

[He's quiet for a minute as he soaks that in. Something about Dan Heng's manner seems... different. Colder. More familiar in that respect, too.]

Then I will tell you what I know.

[He sips the wine.]

... The Blade of that time was born under another name: Yingxing. He came to the Xianzhou after the total destruction of his planet by a race known as the borisin. He dreamed of forging the greatest weapons the universe had ever seen so he could avenge his family. He apprenticed on the ship Zhuming until he had learned everything there was to know, and then he came to the Luofu to learn more from its artisans.

Yingxing found his inspiration in the lessons he learned and the friends he made. Among those friends was the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, Imbibitor Lunae. Together, their group was known as the High Cloud Quintet. Though he only had a human's lifespan compared to his celestial companions, Yingxing worked tirelessly to make weapons worthy of the great warriors around him. He eventually succeeded.

[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]

As he matured, something else happened. He... fell in love. Despite their stations differing drastically they did what they could to stay in touch. They swore their love and devotion to one another with the moon as their witness.

[He is carefully not making eye contact.]

... Should I keep going?

[As much as Dan Heng doesn't want to talk about The Shackling Prison, he gets the sinking feeling that me might have to. Even if it's not today, he'll have to talk about it with Blade eventually. It's an executioner's axe waiting to fall on his neck.

Instead of thinking about that, he listens to the story of Yingxing. That's a name that rings familiar, and it sounds like joy and grief in a very distant way. Like it's not his emotions, but someone else's memory of emotions. Hearing the name "High Cloud Quintet" gets the same emotional response. Given that Blade says Imbibitor Lunae had been part of the group, Dan Heng can imagine that the group had possibly been his closest friends.

He's a little surprised to hear that Blade had married someone. Or, at the very least, Yingxing got engaged. Maybe the person had been the previous Imbibitor Lunae, given the moon would be important to him, but he's not 100% certain.]

... Yes, you can continue.

[Dan Heng will listen without judgment or interruption. His focus is entirely on Blade.]

[Blade nods. He's only dancing over that part for now, but he'll come back to it.]

The High Cloud Quintet became something like folk heroes to the Xianzhou. They had many great victories in a short amount of time. But Yingxing grew older, and it was plain to him and his lover that their fate was to be a sad one. Still, they resolved to live every moment like their last.

[In. Out. In. Out. He can feel the emotion rising. The... anger. The betrayal. The grief. The love and hatred... it's more powerful than he is. He has to be careful not to awaken it again.]

But there is no escaping the cost of war, which is as eternal as the Xianzhou people. Having lost nearly everything, Yingxing and Imbibitor Lunae worked in secret toward a solution that could break the cycle. During that final act of defiance, Yingxing was killed by one of their own while defending Imbibitor Lunae.

[His crimson eyes settle on Dan Heng.]

That ought to be where that story ends, but the book went on.

The power that granted immortality to the Xianzhou people also flowed into Yingxing. He was twisted from a human into an abomination. He came back wrong.

[He finishes his drink and sets the cup down.]

... His killer took his life. Over and over... until he lost his mind. Until he forgot everything but the sensation of death. She abandoned him eventually, and he wandered without a name. He floated in and out of his memories. He longed for his lover and his friends, and could not be reunited with them.

He remembered both the joy and the sorrow, the love and the hatred. His dear one did this to him, but it was a sin they committed together. They both had to pay for it... His killer, too, had sins to repay. So he resolved to find them, no matter how far he had to go.

One day, he felt his love's hand in his.

That day, the chase began.

[Blade rolls up his right sleeve to show the bracer tied around it. He undoes the bindings and sets it on the table in front of Dan Heng, and he says nothing.]

[Dan Heng listens in silence. His expression betrays none of his emotions... except for two parts. Yingxing being killed by one of their own brings a flash of memory tainted with pain, and a familiar woman's voice saying something he can't quite make out. A momentary flicker of that pain can be seen briefly in a tightness around the corners of his eyes.

The second... is the bracer.

He remembers wearing one like it. Dan Heng closes his eyes for a moment and looks away. The older man is quiet for a long time. Implications sink in and thoughts begin to form with this information. Pieces of a complicated puzzle are sliding into place.

Yet, Dan Heng doesn't want this to be one-sided. Information about Yingxing was given freely, though with great pain. Maybe he doesn't owe Blade anything, but he does owe Yingxing if his suspicions are correct.]

I do recall some fragments of memory from the previous Imbibitor Lunae, but some pieces of this story's puzzle still remain hidden at this time.

[He opens his eyes and meets Blade's gaze.]

Do you want to know what happened to Dan Feng? Or is there more to your story?

[He witnesses those flickers but he's not entirely sure how much Dan Heng would remember. It seems to be an unreliable thing. He isn't sure if it's a good thing to remember in the first place. Blade has lived this life determined to make his own way, but this is the first time he's gone back on that. If Dan Heng wasn't here, he wouldn't pursue anything at all...

He pours himself more wine while Dan Heng takes it all in.]

It wasn't clear in the text, either. I'm not sure why. Maybe the details don't matter...

[He looks down at his cup for a moment.]

It was only your name that came up, not his.

[Dan Heng had mentioned he was Dan Feng's reincarnation. Just the sound of that name had nearly sent Blade spiraling back into it... but here, he's expecting it. He keeps control, for now.]

... How did he die?

[Dan Heng thinks about that.]

Or perhaps it's because the details are murky based on what Yingxing knew at the time.

[He hums in acknowledgment at that.]

I suppose that makes sense based on what I know.

[By accepting the horns atop his head, Dan Heng takes on the title, the merits, and the faults of every life that came before his own. It's the way of the Vidyadhara high elder, even former ones like him.

Even though he expects the question, he glances away.]

He was taken to The Shackling Prison. [Absently, Dan Heng starts to rub at his wrists as if they're bothering him.] The elders wanted to interrogate him about the Arcanum and the location of the dragon heart. Then, the Judges read their decision to sentence him to death to him. Then... a white-haired Cloud Knight Lieutenant visited him to tell Dan Feng about the negotiations he was conducting on his behalf. The Vidyadhara didn't want him to die, but neither did they want him to leave. Throughout it all, Dan Feng was completely silent. His last thought was of drinking with his friends.

[He pauses, and then looks to the porcelain cup. Dan Heng picks it up, staring at the rice wine for a moment.]

They had sentenced him to undergo hatching rebirth and then exile. [A breath.] My first memory of Dan Heng is being chained in The Shackling Prison. I was reborn in that darkness, and I wasn't let out for a very long time. All I had then were books to keep the shadows at bay.

[Dan Heng stops there and looks over to Blade. His expression is carefully neutral. This is his armor and shield.]

... I'm sorry.

[He doesn't know how else to say it. There's a certain guilt he can't help feeling. Dan Heng isn't that person. He's not Dan Feng, and he's not that Dan Heng, either. Yet... Yingxing lost someone so close to him and had no idea of his fate, nor did he knew of Dan Feng's final thoughts. He's sorry that it had to come from Dan Heng, two reincarnations removed.]

[setting his cup down] Perhaps.

[It's not a bad theory. Yingxing's memory, particularly after his death, was not... reliable. Not in the slightest. What's important, he realizes, is how they handle all of this information. How they... choose to move on. Blade is always going on and on about how he doesn't need a past he doesn't remember, but he isn't sure how to move on either...

As Dan Heng answers his question, Blade regrets asking. Just the name of the prison is enough to send a chill down his spine. He remembers the darkness. The chains. The smell. He knows that is no place for someone as luminescent as Imbibitor Lunae.

And it's no place for a child. As Dan Heng unravels the missing piece of the tapestry, Blade looks more and more haunted. A part of him is... furious, even. Disconnected as he is from the emotions his past self might have felt, what happened to Dan Heng and Dan Feng is terrible.

His last thought was of drinking with his friends.

Blade covers his mouth and turns away. He feels like he's going to be sick. His memories may not be clear, but the emotions are very much present. He feels like the air has been knocked out of him.

Yingxing—Blade—has never been in love in this life. He doesn't remember it. He barely recalls the affection his parents held for him, something told more than felt. And yet, and yet, the love and sorrow and hatred and devotion that his past life felt seems more real than anything else. He feels it now, and he feels it when he looks at Dan Heng, and he feels it when he puts on that bracer.]

... No, [he manages, his voice thick with barely-restrained emotion,] Don't. I don't want to hear it.

[He gets up out of his chair.]

If anyone should be apologizing, it's... me.

[He needs some fresh air. The relatively spacious apartment he owns suddenly feels too small for two people. He strides over to the sliding glass door and out onto the deck, where he sinks against the iron railing.

He wants to weep. He didn't even know he was capable of it.]

[It's difficult some days to know when Dan Heng is being himself and when it's... someone that's him yet not him. Sometimes, that's a feeling he has in certain situations. This is one of those. He takes no pleasure in seeing the pain on Blade's face. As cold as Dan Heng is, he has a heart.

He watches Blade get up and leave. A war erupts in his heart. What should he do? Dan Heng has only really comforted his little sister. Not to mention, he's not certain Blade wants to see him right this second. However... part of him wants to at least be present. Even if they don't talk, just having someone there and Blade knowing that he's not alone might be enough.

Mind made up, Dan Heng gets up after a minute and walks out to the deck. He rests his arms on top of the railing and leans against it, looking out at the skyline. There are no words he can give right now. All he can do is offer his quiet presence and wait to see what Blade wants to say.]

[Blade lifts his head when he hears Dan Heng join him out on the deck. He doesn't say anything for a minute, but the bubbly sniff he gives is very telling. His cheeks are wet, too. He rubs his face on his sleeve and returns to resting his elbows atop the railing.

He's never been so vulnerable in front of someone before. He hates the feeling.]

You must despise me.

[He glances down at the street. He isn't really looking.]

Letting myself be swayed by memories. Falling prey to some beast. Threatening you like some mad specter of the past...

[This situation is so awful that he wants to laugh.]

All for a love neither of us fully remember.

[He's silent as he listens to Blade. He's silent for a moment after, trying to think of his words... and he can't. So, Dan Heng sighs softly and glances over to him.]

That's not what I'm feeling in regards to you.

[What the fuck does he feel? It's a damn good question, but Dan Heng's certain that's not it. He doesn't hate Blade. Not even in their past lives did he hate the man. Scared of him? Absolutely. But hate has never been a factor.

Dan Heng looks back at the skyline.]

I never hated you. But you did terrify me.

[He can't and won't deny that. Maybe when Blade earns more of his trust, he'll more fully explain the depths of his terror, but right now? He can't. It's too fresh.

But....]

It's in the past, and we are not those people. Not fully. They're part of us, but we will never be completely who they were.

[Dan Heng glances at him, hesitating, and he thinks of what Theo would say. The stubborn man had always been better in these situations than Dan Heng could ever hope to be. He thinks... Theo would encourage him to take a chance and follow what his heart is thinking instead of his brain, for once. So—]

... We can start over, if that's what you want.

[—he follows his heart this time.]

[Dan Heng... doesn't hate him?

... This is brand new information. It is information he does not know what to do with. For once, it's plain on his face. He built up this whole mental image of Dan Heng in his head as some kind of cruel, oppressive man around his age who killed Blade over and over out of some sadistic hobby, but that got dashed as soon as they met. They've spent a little time together since, and every misconception and assumption has been thrown aside.

It's enough to make his head hurt.]

... Are you sure?

[There's something wry in the curve of his lips. He turns to face Dan Heng, one hand wrapping around the top bar of the railing. He makes it look casual, but his knuckles are white.]

What if I told you, [he murmurs,] that those memories feel more real than the ones from this life?

[It's almost certainly the demon interfering, but that's beside the point.]

Where do I draw the line between him... and me?

[Dan Heng meets Blade's eyes at that.]

Then I will disappoint you, as I'm not Dan Feng and I can never be him. I'm not going to be his shadow. To you or to anyone else.

[His tone is firm and a little icy. He refuses to be seen as someone else ever again. Dan Heng didn't tolerate it in his past life, and he sure as hell isn't going to tolerate it in this one.]

I can't tell you where the line is. Unfortunately, that's something you'll have to feel out. [Dan Heng's gaze sharpens slightly.] Preferably in a moment when you're certain your friend isn't hindering those efforts.

[Ah, yes, there's the coldness. He remembers.

But there's something else, too. Despite the resemblance, the mannerisms, all of that—even Blade can see the differences. Yingxing had dedicated his life to revenge and the other Blade had, too, but all he cares about is making something that outlasts him.

... Maybe neither of them are truly like their past lives. Maybe Dan Heng is right (yet again).]

I never asked you to be Dan Feng. [Dan Heng's bristling doesn't bother him any. He turns back to the railing, and rests his elbows on it once more.] Not that I recall him in any great detail, anyway.

[He remembers the intensity of that fire, though. A love so passionate, and a life so changed...

But it's the accusation that the demon is his friend that makes Blade snarl. His lips pull back around his teeth.]

That thing isn't my friend. It's my prison warden. My executioner. But never, ever a friend.

[He peers at Dan Heng, one eye obscured by the angle and his hair.]

I do not recall selling my soul. It's just one more violation tallied on this body.

[Dan Heng stares at him for a long moment before looking back at the skyline.]

Then I apologize.

[Truly, he's starting to wonder how Dan Feng and Yingxing even got engaged in the first place with how often both of them have stepped in it with the other. ... He'll stubbornly ignore the times he's seen Blade being cute.

It hasn't escaped his notice that Blade hasn't answered the question. Instead of calling him out on it, Dan Heng simply lets it go. As far as he's concerned, a lack of an answer means an unwillingness to provide one.]

[After a minute, Blade relents.]

... It's fine.

[He lets out a sigh and follows Dan Heng's gaze to the skyline. This bougie-ass apartment complex really does have a nice view of Brick Alley and all the cute little shops anyone could ever want. It would have made another person very happy. But to Blade, all he feels is emptiness.

Something is missing. Something that he fills with what he creates, though it never lasts longer than a minute. When he thinks about pulling away from everything, turning off his phone and never looking at the app again... he knows it would be even less fulfilling than what he's doing now.

Could he cut Dan Heng out of his life now that he's in it? Sure. But it wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right. It... it would only drive him madder than he already is. Blade... aches. That is probably the other Yingxing's burden, but the hurt feels all the more real because he can't pinpoint where it's coming from. It's overwhelming and uncontrollable. It makes his demon itch.

When he speaks again, his voice is low and quiet, with barely a trace of the gruffness he usually carries. He sounds small and defeated.]

... Is that what you want? To start over from the beginning?

[Is such a thing even possible?]

You don't owe me anything. You could cut your losses and run.

[Maybe Blade could chain himself to something so he doesn't pursue Dan Heng while out of his fucking mind.]

[Dan Heng takes this time to calm himself again. His bristling earlier might not have been entirely fair. He's not sure. Still, he did toe a line and he needs to watch his words. Not for the first time, Dan Heng wishes Theo was still here to ask him for advice. But Theo's not here. He's on his own, now.

He shies away from those thoughts when he feels that sharp stab of grief and loneliness. For a dark moment, Dan Heng thinks he prefers the pain of the knife that went through him years ago than this emotional pain.

When Blade speaks up, he tilts his head slightly in a silent indication that he's listening. For a moment, the shorter man closes his eyes. They're both a depressing mess, aren't they? When Dan Heng opens his eyes, he looks to Blade.]

And yet here I am, offering to start over.

[He gives a slight, one-shoulder shrug.]

I'm willing to do so. We got along well enough in Kanto despite how our first meeting went, did we not?

[Blade shows some muted surprise at that. He really is offering... despite everything. Dan Heng truly is the most stubborn person Blade's ever met. ... Yet he can't bring himself to dislike it.

The glowing crimson might look terrifying most of the time, but for a moment, it seems... warm. Less of a demon's flame, and more like an ember.]

We did. [As usual, Dan Heng is correct.]

If you are hoping that I'll make you a nice lunch like you did for me, you'll be disappointed. My cooking is extremely basic.

[Is. Is this levity? This is levity, because the next thing he says is:]

I know a good pizza place, though.

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[It seems he's done something right, judging by the look on Blade's face. He's just going to ignore the warmth he sees there for now. Dan Heng's really not ready to look too closely at that today.]

I suppose I can suffer through pizza, but I'll pay for half of it.

[That is also a bit of levity in his voice. A dry kind of humor. He turns and starts to head back inside.]

I don't think that rice wine is going to pair well with it.

[That humor is dry as hell, but it gets a snort out of Blade so that's progress. Probably.]

It doesn't have to be pizza. I know how picky people get about the style.

[Well. If Dan Heng wants to stay a little longer, Blade isn't going to turn him out onto the street. He can try this... starting over thing. Dan Heng is trying and he's just as much a victim here as Blade is.]

... There's a Cantonese place about a mile west. They deliver.

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If it's not the style, it's the toppings.

[He doesn't have the heart to say that he doesn't have a preference. Pizza is pizza and he'll eat it regardless. However, Dan Heng does show some interest in this Cantonese place Blade mentions.]

I'd like to try that, then. I'll keep my expectations below that of my grandmother's.

[And possibly Zhongli's, now that he's thinking about it. His cousin is probably as judgmentally passive-aggressive as his dear grandma.]

Pineapple is still on the table as far as I'm concerned. I know that can make or break some people. [Which is why he's fine just ordering his own damn pizza at work.]

Hold on, then. [He pops into the kitchen to grab the menu out of a drawer. It's in both Chinese and English. He unfolds it and offers it to Dan Heng.]

I always get the char siu. [A pause, and then:] I can share.

[Dim sum with the reincarnation of the guy who tried to kill you/did actually kill you a few times? Sure, fuck it, why not.]

It's not my favorite topping, but I'll eat it if it's there. My limit is sardines, personally. [Something about the way most pizza places do that makes it absolutely disgusting to him.

Dan Heng takes the menu and looks through it. He glances up with a faint look of surprise on his face at Blade's offer to share his food. Looking back down at the menu, he decides to compromise.]

Mm... I'll take you up on that, but I also want to try their egg fried rice. I don't mind if you join me.

[The face Blade makes at the mention of sardines is expressive even for him. It's safe to say he's not a fan, at least in this life.] Sardines don't belong anywhere near pizza whatsoever.

[He grabs his phone off the living room table and pulls up the number for the Cantonese place. He pauses for a second when Dan Heng offers to share.

It's just a favor done in return, but...]

... Sure. It's probably good.

[And it's hard to fuck up fried rice, but somehow, Blade has done exactly that.]

Do you want anything else?

[He is in his own house but this feels like... god, is this what a fucking date feels like? Is that why he's so nervous suddenly? No, he's not going to think about it. He's not.]

[Dan Heng manages to hide his smile at the face Blade makes.] I agree.

[He shakes his head.]

No, that should be more than enough for me.

[There's no stopping Blade from ordering more food, of course, but this is good enough for him personally. Perhaps it's fortunate that Dan Heng isn't even thinking about this like it's a date.

He takes a seat at the couch and only now takes his first sip of the rice wine from what feels like hours ago.]

Hm. This is quite good.

They're usually generous with the rice, anyway.

[He dials up the restaurant, because it's so mom and pop it doesn't have a doordash listing. He orders in a mixture of English and Mandarin, which appears to be pretty normal for him; the lady on the line can clearly be heard laughing and reminding him what the Cantonese word is.]

Half an hour, [he says, and rubs at the back of his head.] I understand more Cantonese than I thought, but I don't think I can speak it.

[noooooooot making eye contact]

... Auntie teased me.

[Anyway... He'll sit down and grab his drink, too.]

I tried to pick out something nice. I usually drink something off the middle shelf, if I drink at all.

[It's interesting listening to the conversation on the phone. From what he can hear of the lady, she reminds him a bit of his sister. Dan Heng raises an eyebrow when Blade says he'd been teased.]

... Because you ordered with another person?

[He can see what's happening and he's kind of amused, but mostly... wow. Just more reasons why Dan Heng will never order food.

He gives a nod at that, though he looks subtly skeptical.]

I didn't think I'd be a top shelf occasion today.

[Sir, this is looking way more suspiciously like a date, now that they've addressed some of the emotional baggage between them.]

[Oh god. How did he know?]

I said the Mandarin word for something instead of the Cantonese one. [A looooooong pause.] ... And she noticed I was ordering for two.

[He sips the wine and hopes his face isn't too red.]

... I knew I'd be telling you some upsetting things. The least I can do is provide something good to drink.

[He swirls the wine in his cup for a moment.]

Besides... you're the first person I've shared a drink with since the accident.

[It's not a date, but it is a milestone... Maybe he's learning to live, little by little.]

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[Dan Heng scoffs softly, but it's out of amusement.]

Good thing you didn't let her know I speak Cantonese.

[The teasing would've only gotten worse. He's certain of that.

Ah... that's something Dan Heng can empathize with. It's been a long time since he's shared drinks with friends, too. Another tangle of emotions that can be tricky to separate between his and his past lives'.]

... Then I'm honored to share this with you.

[Yet another reason he couldn't speak Cantonese even if understands some of it. It's easy to become tongue twisted when he's being teased...

He's feeling a similar tangle of emotion, but rather than talk about it, he's going to be like Dan Heng and just drink through it. He tops off their cups, then picks up his own for what appears to be a toast.]

To new beginnings.

[He blinks when Blade tops off their cups and holds it up. Then, Dan Heng smiles a little at the toast and picks up his own.]

To new and old friends.

[And he'll drink to that.]

[Blade's been hard at work since getting access to a forge again. Combined with the prototyping of his weapons, he finally thinks this is ready... Though it won't be perfect until he learns how to harness his magic better. He's aware of that.

He doesn't know where Dan Heng is staying right now, and he supposes that's probably better for all involved. He knows he's a tutor, though, so he shows up at the university one afternoon. He figures his workaholic... acquaintance???? probably won't come out until evening unless he says something, so he knocks on the door of the biology classroom Dan Heng tutors in, and waits. Classes are out so hopefully he's caught Dan Heng before he heads home.

There are some mixed signals going on here. For one thing, Blade has a motherfucking sword and scabbard in one hand. The other? Holding matcha boba, half sweet, of course.

He's also made an effort to look more put together than a goth who just rolled out of bed, with his ridiculously-long dark hair swept around a delicate hair stick, and something like dark eyeliner to match his sleepless look. Funny enough, he's still wearing the sunglasses. It seems someone might have beaten some fashion sense into him in the interim.

... The vibe is definitely confusing, and he's so grumpy-looking on a normal day that one of the students passing by asks if he got lost on his way to the emo concert.]

[Blade isn't wrong about where Dan Heng is, as it turns out. He's stayed in the classroom to finish up his own homework after his students left. It's quiet and the night class got canceled for today according to the professor. Dan Heng has just put his laptop back in its bag when he hears the knock on the door. He frowns a little and goes to answer it, thinking it's maybe a student who needs something.

Instead of a college student, there's a goth with a real sword that he sees first. Instinctively, Dan Heng summons Cloud-Piercer to his hand. His brain fortunately catches up to the time, place, and the boba held in Blade's hand.]

... Blade.

[Now that Dan Heng's looking at him properly, the man cleans up nicely. When he bothers to put effort into his appearance. It's just a pity that Blade looks like a grump about it.

Meanwhile, he himself has a more semi-professional look going on right now. He's wearing a light green polo shirt, black slacks, and what looks like a silver, long dragon clasping onto his left ear. Dan Heng also seems to have forgotten to take off his glasses before answering the door.]

Did you need me for something?

[Blade realizes about a second too late that maybe he should have given Dan Heng heads up? But he wanted to keep it a nice surprise... ah. And he's armed.

There is very real alarm in Blade's body language as he flinches back, almost as if he's been stabbed. Oh, in his past life, he'd been killed by that thing several goddamn times and was no longer fazed by it whatsoever. But Blade in this one hasn't 'died' more than once, and he certainly hasn't been stabbed by a spear. A sword? Other things? Sure. But death by a thick spear like Cloud-Piercer is agony, and it's a vivid memory that comes rushing back to him as he sees it.

Dan Heng looks very cute but Blade will take that in later because first he's having to dodge both his demon acting up, and the phantom pain from his memories. He swallows hard and straightens up after a minute.]

... I brought you something. [He holds out the boba first, and follows it with the scabbard and sword.] These are for you.

[... He's looking at the spear.]

When is the last time you had someone else look at your weapon?

[Maybe he should've made a different gift, thinking back on it.]

[Dan Heng sees the alarm and the flinch, and misinterprets the subsequent staring at Cloud-Piercer. He... can guess which memory just made itself viscerally known. With a soft sigh, he dismisses his spear. It seems like they're both going to have to work on not scaring the hell out of each other.

He takes the boba first automatically, looking openly surprised.]

Oh.... [Dan Heng then carefully takes the sword being held out to him.] Thank you. I... wasn't expecting any of these.

[Now he's feeling a bit guilty about his kneejerk response.]

I'm sorry for scaring you like that. [... Another soft sigh.] Come in, I still need to pack up my things for the night.

[Dan Heng keeps the door open as he heads back to his desk and places the sword carefully on top. He'll give it a proper look in a bit. Right now, it seems like a good idea to get Blade out of the hall before someone runs into the guy.]

I haven't let anyone else touch it, to be honest. I researched and practiced maintenance for spears to do it myself.

[He won't say that it's because he feels very distinctly unsafe without Cloud-Piercer near him. He also won't say that he gets a strange longing whenever he lets his mind wander as he maintains it.]

Of course not. I wanted it to be a surprise. [A BAD IDEA, IN RETROSPECT.] I was focused on getting it to you, rather than how you would interpret the gesture. ... I am sorry.

[He'll accept that invitation, though, and closes the door behind him.]

I didn't realize you had done the research. You're as meticulous as always. [He sounds vaguely impressed.]

... I'm a blacksmith. Would you allow me to see it?

[Even with all the bad memories, he isn't going to pass up a chance to handle a relic like that.]

[It's... kinda sweet with how Blade explains it, but good Lord. Flowers would've been a better start.]

I see.... You're forgiven. It was very kind of you.

[Dan Heng puts away his tutoring materials with a soft hum.]

It felt important to me, and the craftsmanship was superb even to my eyes. The very least I could do to show respect to the weaponsmith was to make sure I maintained proper care of it.

[He pauses, hesitating at the question. His kneejerk response is to say no like a protective parent over his firstborn child. However, glancing at the sword that Blade gifted him... he relents. Dan Heng holds out his hand and summons Cloud-Piercer again, holding it out horizontally with the blade pointed to the side.]

The last time I took care of it was last night.

[Ah, there's that word again. Not something he hears often. His cheeks burn a little, and he glances away, looking instead at literally anything else in this classroom and hoping the blush isn't terribly obvious.]

It... was nothing.

[He thinks he might have been convincing if not for the stammer. Uggghhh.

He listens attentively, though, as Dan Heng talks about the spear. It's clear that it means a lot to him, and Blade has some idea as to why. But should he... tell him? That he's not sure of.

Then he glances over and sees Dan Heng holding it out to him. Blade hesitates... then he nods, and reaches out to take the lance like someone being handed a famous painting.

Once it's in his hands, though, Blade forgets about everything else. He first checks the length of the thing, then tests the balance. He barely resists the urge to twirl it, partially because he's afraid he'll drop it entirely. Then he combs over it with the discerning eye of a craftsman, checking first the socket of the sharp blade at the end, then the smaller one at the opposite end. The very last thing he does is flick the pole and listen to the noise it makes.

... By all accounts he probably looks insane.]

It's exactly like I remember. Elegant and strong like its master. Cloud-Piercer... Do you know who made it?

[He offers it back to Dan Heng.]

You've maintained it perfectly. I have nothing to add.

[Dan Heng lets it go, at least. Clearly, Blade's embarrassed by something he's said, and he'll let the man retain some of his dignity this time.

He sips at his boba only so that he doesn't fidget nervously. His eyes are on Blade, watching his movements with the spear. Dan Heng's not lying when he said this weapon is important to him. He doesn't think Blade's insane, just a craftsman appreciating a beautifully made weapon, but he doesn't hesitate in taking Cloud-Piercer back. Though, that "elegant and strong" bit does have Dan Heng blushing faintly.]

I almost can't believe you said that with a straight face.

[As he remembers, though.... He suddenly has an idea of who might've made it. However, Dan Heng's going to keep the suspicion to himself until he can confirm it.]

To answer your question, no. All I have are feelings instead of a full memory. [He raises an eyebrow at Blade.] Curious how you know the name when I haven't told you what it was.

[Blade blinks at Dan Heng. ???????] Is there some reason I wouldn't? [This isn't even shameless, really-- just a fact, seeing as Cloud-Piercer had originally been made for Imbibitor Lunae, who Blade still holds in his heart despite being a life removed from that situation.

He starts to fold his arms but then... oh shit.

Dan Heng never said the name of the thing, did he.

Uhhh, fuck.

... Out pop the dog ears again, and they are back. If that's not a look of vague panic then nothing is.]

[Curse his big mouth. He may as well come clean, then.]

... It was Yingxing, [he says after a minute.] The Furnace Master. He made weapons for everyone in the High Cloud Quintet: a sword, a recurve bow, a devastator glaive, and this lance... Cloud-Piercer was created to work with Imbibitor Lunae's powers of both destruction and rejuvenation. It won't ever respond to anyone else the way it responds to you.

[He leans on a nearby desk.]

I... remember. I... he worked on it for a week straight without sleep. The metal alloy's components were not common or easily obtainable, and it resisted the usual methods.

[...]

It's good that it found its way back to you.

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[Dan Heng almost chuckles at that, but instead Blade gets a tiny smile. He's getting wise to the man's ways.]

Don't worry about it.

[Oh, and there are ears again. This is now a vaguely panicking dog man. He hides his amusement with a cough and by putting his papers carefully back into his bag.

Still... now that he knows that Yingxing is the one who made it, a few pieces fall into place. Dan Heng's starting to suspect that Dan Feng cursed his later relations to be the protagonist of a danmei for the rest of time. If he gets in the middle of a weird love triangle, he's requesting an immediate transfer from Professor Oak. That it's supposed to work with his rejuvenation magic as well... that saddens him. He gets the feeling that neither he nor the previous Dan Heng gained that knowledge over cloudhymn.]

... I'm glad as well. I hadn't realized how wrong it felt to be without it until Cloud-Piercer suddenly appeared before me.

[Dan Heng will just casually not get into what other feelings he gets from the weapon. Yingxing has left his mark on him for three lives. A constant, shining star that's still bright even when he doesn't fully remember the man. It's just a pity that Yingxing's next life continues to be plagued by tragedy.

Instead of focusing on that, he dismisses Cloud-Piercer and moves to examine the sword more closely.]

Yingxing truly had been a remarkable craftsman, and it seems that's passed on to you as well. You have your work cut out for you if you intend to do better than Cloud-Piercer.

[Dan Heng then glances with a sharp shrewdness at Blade.]

And how many days straight did you work on this?

[Dear god that smile is almost enough to take him out. Blade nevertheless persists because he can always have his gay panic in the comfort of his own home where his gunpla won't judge him.

It felt wrong, huh... Just like it felt weird not having a sword with him when he went somewhere.]

I'm not going to do better than Cloud-Piercer. [He crosses his arms.] I'm going to surpass that other Yingxing entirely.

[How does this arrogant craftsman get worse with every incarnation?

—Although, Dan Heng's pointed remarks appear to have struck true, yet again.]

Less than that, [he says evasively.] I prototyped it first.

[Dan Heng's really starting to wonder this himself. How does a man like Blade only get more arrogant? Well, at least he still has passion and a goal to strive towards, no matter how lofty.]

Hm. Somehow, it seems fitting that you would consider the 'other' Yingxing competition.

[He may not remember much, but this is one thing he does remember.

The evasiveness only serves to prove Dan Heng right. Again. He sighs softly, and his gaze goes back to the sword. It's a beautiful weapon, but he has absolutely no idea how to wield one properly. He's uncertain if he wants to, either, with how attached he is to Cloud-Piercer. Perhaps he'll give it a fair shot....]

Honestly... where is your forge?

If he could surpass his limits, why wouldn't I surpass mine? [BLADE PLEASE YOU ARE ONLY SOUNDING WORSE.

Still, there's something about the way he watches Dan Heng's reaction to the sword... as if he's waiting to hear some criticism. It isn't because he thinks Dan Heng will yell at him somehow over it, but more because he is still learning and anything pointed out can be improved upon.]

My forge? ... It's in Hyrule, not far from the gate. I don't have everything running yet.

[... hm.]

You don't have to go out of your way, though I will need to reapply the lightning enchantment on that sword every few weeks. I don't mind picking it up so you save time.

[He's not being nice. He's not being nice. He's not being nice.]

[He looks at Blade for a long moment before putting his glasses back in its case.]

Just try not to hurt yourself as you do. You can't surpass him if you neglect yourself. It only makes you weaker for it in the long run.

[Does Dan Heng have everything? ... Yeah, it all looks like he's put all of his things away. Other than the sword, which he ties carefully and securely to his belt.]

That's very kind of you. I'm not much of a swordsman, but I know someone who can try to teach me.

[He's going to try. It's a beautiful blade, and he'll feel so guilty to not at least try to make sure Blade's hard work gets put to good use.]

That being said, it's also possible that I may run across problems with my weapons that I can't fix. Given you once made Cloud-Piercer, it's only right that I turn to you for any major repairs or reforging if it comes to that.

[Dan Heng says this, but he also has a secret reason. That reason being he's going to drop by every damn day to make sure this idiot takes a break and eats.]

[He blinks at Dan Heng. Is that... concern? He wants to point out that hurting himself is literally how he uses his magic, but decides against it, because he actually doesn't want Dan Heng to worry about him. Blade thinks that the man has enough to worry about.]

Lapis said something like that, too. I suppose I don't have a choice, do I?

[He resists the urge to rub at the back of his head.]

It's good to know multiple weapons, in any case. [He thinks he remembers disarming the other man at least once, and it ended badly for Dan Heng.]

I don't know how much magic you possess, but you don't have to draw on your own power to use this. Anything that you cut with that blade will also be shocked by lightning. Consider it practice until I'm able to imbue it on my own without a ritual.

[He looks thoughtful and relatively unsuspecting of Dan Heng's true reasons.]

I always assumed a weapon like that ought to come with a lifetime warranty, anyway. How fortunate that the blacksmith's successor is here. Don't you dare think about paying me, either—the other Yingxing meant it to be a gift, and I intend to do the same with what I make for you.

[It's a shame that he's going to worry about Blade anyway.]

You have a choice, but I also have a choice.

[Dan Heng crosses his arms loosely.]

Mm... I might be too old to change my ways at this point. [He's only 27, but having been reincarnated over 90 times....]

Interesting. I've been showing signs of developing Light elemental magic since arriving, but it'll be nice to have something that doesn't draw upon my limited magic.

[Dan Heng fights another smile of amusement, but he's unsuccessful.]

His successor already, hm? [He shakes his head.] I suppose it would be disrespectful of you and him. In that case... thank you for your gift. I've treasured it for three lifetimes, and I'm certain I'll continue to do so.

[He chuckles at that. It doesn't sound half as deranged as usual.] Somehow that sounds like a threat. [Okay so maybe a little bit of him thrives off confrontation, but listen...]

Nonsense. Whether you're hatched from an egg or born in Boston, you're here in the modern day. Just having a desire to learn sets you apart from half the population at the very least, and you have a wealth of resources at your fingertips. You'll see.

[There's that confidence again.]

Light, is it? Mine is wind magic, but I suppose that's not a surprise.

[He might have said something else, but Dan Heng's smile completely sidetracks him, as does the tease.

I've treasured it for three lifetimes.

Despite only having the memories of the person who made it, despite only having touched it in this lifetime today... despite forging a whole other weapon under the assumption Dan Heng had no way of defending himself—

—Blade finds himself turning red. Really red. The heat rises to his cheeks in a way he'd normally associate with eating Sichuan food, and his fluffy dog ears advertise all of this with the way they pin against his hair again.]

That's...

[Once again he has to ask if this is flirting because he has no idea what flirting looks like??? Nor is he emotionally prepared to deal with the thought of his former fiance's reincarnation having feelings for him the same way he—god.

He should say something. He needs to say something before he passes out.]

W-well, [he mumbles, glancing off to the side,] there wouldn't be a Cloud-Piercer without someone like you to wield it, and there wouldn't be Skyshatter, either. I made them with you in mind.

[He straightens up.]

Anyway... I'll walk you to your car. It's getting dark earlier.

[LIKE DAN HENG NEEDS PROTECTION, and yet it's a surprisingly polite and normal thing to offer. As long as no one points it out.]

Perhaps.

[Dan Heng's not rising to the bait, sir. Still, he stares at Blade for a moment when he's given that rebuttal.]

... I suppose I will, at that. But, yes, Light. I had expected Water, or perhaps Wind, but Light is often associated with being a spiritual element.

[It's as good of an explanation as any he can come up with right now. Being the former Vidyadhara High Elder of the Luofu has probably made him highly spiritual.

Oh, that's quite the blush from Blade. He really didn't think that would be the reaction he'd get. Dan Heng's simply being sincere and honest about how much the weapon has meant to him and his previous lives. Maybe Blade's not used to such praise? Or maybe he considers it flirting? The shorter man blinks as his... friend (?) says he's made these weapons with him in mind. Is Blade flirting on purpose, now???]

All the more reason to do my part in taking the best care of them as I can.

[Dan Heng decides to have mercy on Blade. It's a sweet thing to offer, and he honestly is happy to have someone else walk with him back to his car. Yes, he can defend himself, now, but... past experience has taught him a different lesson.]

I appreciate it, thank you.

[He slings his bag over his shoulder, and makes sure that the sword is secure at his belt.]

Alright, I think I have everything. I'm ready if you are.

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I don't know much about magic or the elements, but your past life was... related to a god, wasn't he? The name... [He winces. Better not push it.] It escapes me. Never mind.

[Fuck you, demon. Like, seriously, he's trying to have a moment.]

I'm ready. [He puts his sunglasses back on, and goes to hold the door open for Dan Heng like a gentleman.]

... So, what got you into biology?

[Dan Heng hums softly at that.]

Yes, the Aeon of Permanence created the Vidyadhara, and gave us high elders parts of their strength. Though we were worshiped by our people, we weren't truly gods, at least in my opinion. I believe we're more along the lines of demigods.

[Wow, what a gentleman. He says a quiet 'thank you' to Blade as he steps out into the hallway, and starts leading the way out. Dan Heng's in no real rush to leave, judging by his easygoing gait.]

Well, my parents wanted me to go into law or medical school. I wanted to be an archivist, though, so I compromised with them. I double-majored for my Master's in Archival Science and Biology with the intent to continue with a PhD in Research Biology.

[He might be looking a little self-conscious, but it's subtle. It's mostly seen in his eyes. Dan Heng's not used to talking about himself, but he knows that information can sometimes get some... reactions.]

I love learning. This felt like the best way to make a career of it.

[And all without sacrificing his parents' dream for his future.]

I see.

[Blade takes in all of this rather attentively. He doesn't recall a lot about his past life yet, but this feels... correct? If vibes are a way to judge memories. Even more reason to find Imbibitor Lunae awe-inspiring, but he knows it's more than that. Dan Heng is, after all, just a guy like anyone else.

He walks by Dan Heng's side easily, close enough to grab but not to be oppressive. His body language is surprisingly relaxed, though as soon as they get outside he'll be vigilant.]

A double Master's? [He sounds impressed, even for him.] I was lucky to finish my Bachelor's. You may be the most persistent person I've ever met.

[Still... Hearing Dan Heng admit that he loves learning is... cute. He is trying not to smile but it sort of slips in anyway.]

... It suits you.

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[Dan Heng appreciates being just a guy in Blade's mind, even if he doesn't know that yet. He has to forge his own path, since he's essentially forever relieved from his duties as Vidyadhara High Elder. His people are gone. The Abundance is gone. There's nothing left for him to protect, other than the small amount of people he lets himself get close to.

He tilts his head in acknowledgement.]

It was what I wanted, so I went and did it. It was... difficult, but worth it.

[Blade has a pretty smile, which is an observation he can't help making. He's never been told that this suits him, either. Already, Blade's been giving him some new experiences. Positive ones, he thinks.]

Um... thank you.

[What else is he supposed to say to that??? Oh, God, he's bad at small talk, but Blade's trying so... he should try, too, right?]

What got you back into blacksmithing?

[Hopefully Dan Heng hasn't just stepped on a mine. It wouldn't be the first time, granted, but he's trying.]

Then that's what matters, is it not? I doubt many other people can say they wanted something and were able to go out and accomplish it, especially at our age. [He's reminded of how Dan Heng thought he couldn't identify the Pokemon quickly enough.] You really undersell your abilities. [...] You shouldn't.

[Just telling it like it is.]

As for me... [Blade actually looks a little uncertain.] Blacksmithing runs in my family. My grandfather told stories about helping his grandfather in the forge, according to my aunt. My father was an architect but he still liked to work with his hands. I spent a lot of time in his shop while growing up. Not that I recall much of this—it was all told to me by my cousins.

[He shoves his hands into his pockets.]

Anyway, I think that's why I went into engineering. Architecture is interesting but it's too far removed from what I like to do. It's not just blacksmithing, for me. Why limit myself to one discipline? So I learned carpentry, leatherworking, glass-blowing, sewing, even how to make and repair different kinds of jewelry. I wanted to know everything. If it could be made with human hands, I wanted to take it apart and remake it better.

[He's tipping his hand a little bit with the hyperfixation, here.]

Where most might see a pile of junk, I see pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together. Tools to make something new. I've always... had that instinct to create. Even after I woke up in the hospital, I looked down at my scarred hands and I realized—

I realized that if I stopped creating even for just a moment, I'd die. That's what it felt like.

[Has he said this before? He doesn't remember. Probably not. But it's more than he usually says to Dan Heng.]

Maybe I've always been possessed by something.

[Dan Heng isn't certain what to say in response to Blade telling him he shouldn't undersell his abilities. Maybe he makes a good point. Just because he doesn't see it as remarkable doesn't mean others see it the same way.]

Perhaps you're right.

[He listens attentively to Blade's story, and returns the favor of being a gentleman by holding open the door outside for the taller man. Although Dan Heng looks more alert to their surroundings, it's clear that he's still paying attention to what his companion has to say. He's finding that they're similar, in a way. Where Blade doesn't want to limit himself to just one craft, Dan Heng doesn't want to limit himself to just one field of study, either.

Blade's someone special. He doubts he'll ever find another soul like him, no matter how far and wide the search.]

... I don't think so. I think you simply had a moment that allowed you to reevaluate exactly where your passions lie. It sounds to me like that's what saved you.

[Dan Heng glances at the other man thoughtfully.]

If you really wanted to die, you would've never gone through the pain of relearning those techniques. You still saw what you wanted and you went for it. ... Perhaps you sell the value of how much you truly want to live too short.

[Maybe he's gone too far with this, but it feels important. He promised to try teaching Blade how to live again, didn't he?]

[A murmur of thanks as Dan Heng beats him to the door. Well... that's nice. But he still feels like he should be the one holding doors open.

Then he hears what Dan Heng points out, that maybe he reevaluated what he loved.

That's what... saved him?

Blade pulls his eyes from his surroundings, meeting that brief glance with a surprised and... almost vulnerable look. His eyebrows knit together as he realizes his own words are what's being thrown back at him. His cheeks pinken.

He lowers his eyes after a moment, and there's just a little softness he'd never admit to.]

Hmph. Maybe I have found a reason after all.

[... ahem]

What do you drive?

[Dan Heng will pretend he doesn't see that softness in Blade's eyes. He's having to contend with a lot of soft and warm feelings of his own right now. The older man can safely say that he likes Blade, but he doesn't want to admit how much. In his mind, it's almost too fast. Too easy. Even his small crush on Theo took years to develop, though he did squash those feelings for... reasons. Reasons that dealt with a certain, toxic woman in Theo's life.

Plus, there's that damn demon to consider in all of this. That puts a mountain in the way of pretty much anything other than friendship right now. Annoying. Frustrating. And Dan Heng will never admit that.]

Ah... an Accord. A 2016 model, I think. It's black, but I put a stuffed toy on the dash as an indicator. A gift from my sister. I have a feeling you'll know it when you see it.

[Yes, it's a dragon. A familiar dragon.]

[Blade makes a thoughtful noise. He knows the common car models because of course that was one of the first things he did when he was free from the hospital... go to a junkyard and start building shit with old car parts.]

Smart. It's a very common model, so you'd be able to tell from a distance.

[They come up on it and, sure enough, there's a dragon on the dashboard. But Blade... doesn't recognize it. Dan Heng has spent enough time with him to be able to tell that he's... maybe a little upset by this?]

Ah. It's cute, but I don't... [He shifts his weight to his other foot.] I don't remember.

I know I should sit down and watch a bunch of things so I understand the memes, but I'm too busy.

[He's always too busy, but it's also daunting. Like where does one even start if they want to reenter pop culture?]

The color makes it more difficult as well once it gets dark.

[Dan Heng also sees it, but it's the subtle tell of Blade being upset that commands his attention more. He debates with himself for a moment before... well. He takes some pity on him. It's not easy to deal with something like this, and Dan Heng does have compassion. He just... tries to keep it from hurting himself in the process.]

It's a character from the movie Spirited Away. [He hesitates. It's not a date, really, but....] ... If you have the time either tonight or later in the week, we could watch it.

[Blade's not expecting Dan Heng to make such a kind offer. If anything, he thought he'd have to explain again... Thankfully, that's not the case. He gazes at Dan Heng for a long moment. It's probably in his eyes, he's not expecting an invitation of any sort at all.]

... I can make time.

[For you.]

There are a lot of things about myself I don't know. My favorite movies, my favorite food, my favorite color... my favorite holidays. I don't remember any of it. I don't like people feeling sorry for me, so I never bring it up. It's easier.

[He adjusts his jacket.]

But as long as you don't mind having me around, I don't mind working on the first thing, at least.

[The way Blade says that... he can hear the silent words. That he'll make time for Dan Heng. He's just going to ignore how he feels about that, which is definitely not warm. Definitely not.]

How fortunate that we're coming up on a string of holidays.

[His tone is dry, but there's faint amusement that can be heard. Though, the way Blade says that part about not minding having him around... Dan Heng doesn't think he can be his normal, reticent self about it. He's been around the other man enough to recognize low self-worth and self-esteem. Long knows he's guilty of the same.]

I think I can safely say that I like your company. [He very briefly contemplates watching the movie at the apartment and then kills that thought. For one, Xiao. For another, it's small enough to make it awkward with a third person who definitely isn't family.] Since you haven't told me otherwise, I suppose I'm driving to your place first to watch it with you.

[Last chance to back out and make it a different day, dog man.]

[Dan Heng really has no right to be that funny.] Hmm. Maybe it is.

[He's never seen Christmas outside of the hospital.

But as Dan Heng says that, Blade drops the edges of the jacket he'd been fidgeting with. There's that look again, like he's lost in the darkness and Dan Heng is the moon lighting his way.

Then the realization sets in.]

Now?

[Ignore the tiniest stammer there. He's cool, he's cool, he's cool.]

My apartment is a mess. [Housework time? No. Blacksmith time.] And I don't have anything to make for dinner. We'll have to order again. ... Are you fine with that?

[It's not a no, but also, his triangle-shaped ears are SO perked up right now.]

[He has every right to be this funny.

The look Blade's giving him is starting to become depressingly familiar. It's like he's saying something profound, and maybe to the other man it is. At least Blade's distracted when the rest of Dan Heng's words sink in. The man's ears are giving himself away so much, and it's unfortunately adorable. Dan Heng's never been so tempted to reach out and pet them until now. He won't, because he's polite and Blade should have some dignity.]

Of course I'm fine with that, [he says while unlocking the car doors for them. Dan Heng puts his things in the back seat, along with the sword. It's a little tricky to do one-handed since he still has his half-finished boba, but he handles it with the grace of a lot of practice.]

I can also stop by the store on the way and cook something, if you'd rather.

[Dan Heng is offering to come over to his house and cook for him. Is this a date? Is this a date???????

He's not sure if he wants to know the answer.]

I... Haven't I caused enough trouble for you as is? [He buckles his seatbelt, and rests his elbow against the inside of the passenger side door.] At least let me cover groceries if you want to do that.

[Dan Heng's cooking is excellent though, so...]

[Dan Heng gets into the driver's seat and buckles up.]

You're not trouble to me. Also, I wouldn't have offered if I thought otherwise.

[He's certainly not the type of person to mince his words in regards to that. And... well. Dan Heng doesn't like the guy being so hard on himself for 'being a bother.']

I'm fine with that. [As he checks his mirrors while he backs out, Dan Heng casually adds:] You'll have enough leftovers to last you a few dinners or lunches, considering you sounded like you were going to order for yourself anyway tonight.

[He's not blushing he's not blushing he's not blushing he's not blushing. Even though he's looking out the window he is NOT BLUSHING.]

... Right.

[He's not used to people being nice to him, that much is clear, but it was also like-- his own choice? But now Dan Heng is in his life and he can't very well cut him out of it. ... It'd be impossible. For both of them.]

I won't complain... Your cooking is good.

[fffffffff]

Still, I'll owe you after this. [He can't possibly hope to cook anything half as nice. ... Well, if it's going to be like a date, then he might as well continue this. He looks back at Dan Heng.]

I'll take you out to Fireside.

[You know, the fanciest restaurant/steakhouse in his neighborhood. 60-100 bucks a plate and the most decadent roast anyone could ask for. That one.]

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Thank you, that's very kind.

[There's still much they'll need to discuss, but... Dan Heng wants to try again, as he's told Blade. The more he's gotten to know this man and his quirks, the less... cold or frozen his heart gets. It's just that Dan Heng's digging his heels in, not wanting to go into a relationship so fast and because Blade being possessed is the biggest road block. As the man keeps reminding him, the beast takes and takes and he has no doubt that it'll try to sabotage them. If not now, then while they're actively in a romantic relationship instead of... whatever the fuck they're doing right now.

If Dan Heng had been any other person, the moment Blade says he'll take him to Fireside might've made him swerve off the road in shock. As it stands, it's Dan Heng. The most Blade gets is a widening of his eyes and a subtle, sharp inhalation. He glances over at the other man.]

I don't think you owe me Fireside for that. It has a reservation requirement, doesn't it?

[Not to mention the price point. Dan Heng really doesn't think he's worth all of that.]

[Blade has absolutely no idea what he does to Dan Heng, that's for certain. For a brief second he wonders if he said something wrong.]

Why not? You keep feeding me, and you helped me find a partner. I think that's more than worth a nice dinner.

[A NICE DINNER]

We can get the food to-go if you don't want to eat inside.

[Blade that is not it.]

The reservations are only for part of the restaurant. The bar is open, or I can make a reservation ahead of time—it's not a problem. [He pauses, and considers:] It's fortunate that we're coming up on a string of holidays.

[HA]

[Holy... how well off is Blade if he can say this so casually??]

No, I'm not opposed to going inside. It's just... um, isn't that a high-end restaurant? As in, one that requires dressing up for?

[Dan Heng's trying his damn best to stay polite without actually asking Blade pointblank if he realizes how expensive that place is. And then the man just casually drops that hint about the holidays. Permanence, grant him strength. Dan Heng sighs softly.]

If you're taking me out to such a nice place, then I would prefer the beginning of December to get prepared.

[Mentally, emotionally, budget- and wardrobe-wise.]

[He knows how much things cost but he's not stupid with his money like Dan Heng's cousin so let him have this.]

It's a steakhouse. You wouldn't be the first person in a polo to show up, and certainly not the last. [He pauses, then his lips curve into a little smirk.] What, are you imagining me in a bow tie?

[Blade actually teasing back is a bit of a development at least?!]

That's fine. I can wait.

[It's a steakhouse, he says. Dan Heng gives him a flat side-eye.]

I'm not going to that restaurant in just a polo. My mother would kill me for being so disrespectful, for starters, and then my cousin would have his turn killing me.

[He returns his attention to the road. The temptation to bite back with how he can more easily imagine Blade in a collar is resisted valiantly, and only because he knows that'll be taken as innuendo.]

I can't imagine it at all, actually.

[His tone is dry as he retorts, but there's a notable absence of ice.]

[Blade tries to stifle a laugh in his hand, but he's only halfway successful. He'll just pretend he didn't say anything.]

If you insist then we can dress up. I'll try not to embarrass you.

[HONESTLY...]

There's valet parking included, at least.

[This... feels easy. Comfortable. Familiar. But he knows it can't be, because their past lives were so fraught with danger and anxiety. That's probably why he can't remember the good times he supposedly had, though sometimes he sees bits and pieces in dreams. In one of them, he recalls gently-gloved fingers tying the bracer around his arm, and then touching his cheek. It makes him ache.

Anything else is always taken from him if he's awake.]

... A few days ago, I spoke to the kid who got rid of his demon. It's real. They found a way to defeat it, and he's free.

It looks like I have another reason to live instead. Even if it's just so we can have stupid arguments like this... I'm fine with that.

[He pointedly keeps his gaze outside, and he thinks of what Kafka said. We are all on borrowed time, Bladie.]

Maybe I'd like to keep on arguing with you, and listen to you talk about your family, and eat the food you bring me, for as long as I can.

That's good enough, isn't it?

[He resists the urge to roll his eyes.]

Of course there's valet parking.

[Because people should abso-fucking-lutely show up to a restaurant wearing a t-shirt when it offers valet services. So appropriate and not at all embarrassing.

However, then the conversation turns more serious. Dan Heng falls silent as he listens to Blade, and something in his heart... aches. He's not sure what to do, honestly. Should he reach out to him? No, he's being silly. Dan Heng's driving and he doesn't want to jeopardize their safety.]

... I'd like to continue as we are, too.

[He feels as if he's been missing something his whole life, but didn't know it until now.]

If that's good enough of a reason for you, it's good enough for me. [Dan Heng pauses for a beat.] I will help you gain that freedom if you want me to. Just let me know.

[Maybe he shouldn't have changed the subject. He's worried for a minute-- but then Dan Heng says that, and Blade realizes he has been holding his breath.

Ah...]

I don't know if I can choose when 'it' happens. If it was as easy as issuing some kind of challenge, I would have fought it a hundred times over already...

[He's quiet for a long moment, and then he says:]

... When that time comes, I'll trust you. If anyone can lead me out of that place, it's you.

[After all, Blade followed him everywhere before. But this time it'll be for their survival, and not the sake of a misguided obsession.]

[Dan Heng gets a sense of deja vu. In a way, it seems they're continuing a cycle. One leading the other out of darkness. He thinks... Yingxing did that for Dan Feng, and then it fell to Dan Heng to lead Blade back. Now, it feels as if they're doing both at once in this life. Sometimes, he wonders if life has a sense of humor.]

I'll make certain that I'm ready by then.

[Blade's trust means a lot. He understands it's normally not easily won.]

Until then, try not to get arrested when you gift me with something while I'm on campus. [His tone is dry, but he's trying to lighten the mood a little.]

[It does indeed, but he can't say he hates what they are now. He... wouldn't mind the potential of getting closer, but... there is a big fat demon in the way, and he understands that.]

All right.

[... Then Dan Heng just has to say that. Blade is trying so very hard to keep a straight face, but he can't resist the little curve in his lips, the glimpse of a grin. Maybe in this life, Dan Heng is the one to break his cranky facade instead of Yingxing being Dan Feng's humor.]

I didn't take you for the flowers type. Or should I go for poetry?

[BLADE]

[The temptation to toss this man out of his car into incoming traffic is so, so high right now.]

I think your poetry would be hampered by thoughts of smithing.

[Dan Heng's really starting to wonder if this is just... how the two of them specifically flirt. It still seems difficult to tell, though. However, despite the teasing back-and-forth they've got going on, Dan Heng decides to open up a little more.]

I'm not... accustomed to gifts like this. Flattering as it is that you're taking the time to create things like that sword for me, I don't want you to get into trouble for it.

[He manages not to bark a laugh, but only just barely.]

Perhaps.

[Dan Heng does seem to understand what's in his head at any given moment, at least lately.

... Is he opening up? Blade actually looks over.]

If anyone tried to stop me, I was going to tell them it was for a history project. [bruh] Besides, it's Halloween season. No one is going to look twice at an escaped con guest.

[BLADE PLEASE STOP BEING SELF AWARE

also there's a pause, and then--]

You think it's flattering?

[BLADE]

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You're... [He sighs in exasperation. Dan Heng's suddenly reminded of a certain Trailblazer who has gotten the same sigh out of him.] Blade. You give the impression that every season is Halloween season.

[Not that it's a bad thing, necessarily. He's just saying, though.

Dan Heng glances at Blade with a faint hint of incredulity.]

Yes. Why would it not be?

[Blade does not look fazed by this.] I wear what's comfortable. If that happens to convince people to stay away, then all the better.

[He glances back at the window.]

It's just that... most people would probably find it strange. Not that it stopped me.

... I don't think it's worked as well as you hoped, then.

[Everyone likes a feral, goth badboy. Apparently. That's what pop culture has taught people.]

... You're obviously a craftsman of considerable skill. Even if it had been leather gloves instead of a sword, I would've been flattered that you took the time and effort to create something specifically for me.

[He pauses.]

Though, perhaps it would've been less... concerning if you had shown up with a kitchen knife set. At least then it could've been put into a more inconspicuous box. However... hm. It feels more like you're being genuinely yourself by giving me something like an enchanted weapon.

[Which is to say that he's still grateful and that he'll simply have to be more prepared next time he's gifted a weapon by Blade.]

Only because some people like a challenge.

[HE LIKES A CHALLENGE]

... Ah. [Well, it's not like he's... embarrassed by that or anything.] I felt I needed to make something, and inspiration can come from anywhere...

[Casually admitting Dan Heng is kind of his muse? Oops.]

... I could still make you a knife set. If you wanted.

Such as yourself?

[Yes, he's calling Blade out. The man deserves it almost always.

... Yeah, that sure is a confession of being Blade's muse. Somehow. Only now is it dawning on Dan Heng just how bad Blade seems to have it for him. He's not sure what to do with that information, so he just keeps it in the back of his mind for now.]

I suppose you're right. [...] Whatever you make for me, I will keep and treasure.

[He's weak to that sad, dejected dog look that Blade can now pull off because of those damn ears. Dan Heng will make only one exception for that look working on him, and that exception is apparently an unhinged blacksmith with a demon problem. He's blaming Dan Feng definitively for everything.]

Perhaps.

[He didn't survive a horrible accident just to be bored until the demon takes his life.]

You don't have to keep something if it's not good. [Said like a guy who just Makes Things and throws them away all the time.] I won't be upset.

Like I told you before, I can't slow down for anything. At my skill level, failure is just an indication that I need more experience. In time I'll be able to tell if something is worth the energy or not, but I'm still learning my way around magical materials, not to mention different types of magic enchantments.

[Dan Heng sighs softly. He pulls into the parking lot of a grocery store, but he reaches over to tug sharply on a strand of Blade's hair. Normally, he wouldn't do this. However, Blade's words deserve it.]

The way you say that makes it sound like this gift means nothing and that I should treat it as such. However, I know for a fact that you made this with me in mind, and you put forth all of your current effort for that purpose.

[He gives Blade a Look.]

Many people could make this exact weapon, but none of them would be able to make it like you could. That is what makes it special as a gift.

—Ack!

[Is that the reaction you wanted, Dan Heng? Because Blade smushes himself against the door and looks extremely offended, his ears pinned all the way back, not unlike a cat who has just been sprayed with water.]

Yes, but—

[...

He is not winning this one, he can just tell. He sighs after a moment and gives up.]

... Anyway, I've only been here once or twice since I moved, so I don't know where everything is.

[... The ears make this far more comical than it should.]

Good. Neither do I.

[He just happens to know generally how the store will be laid out. It'll be a fun, domestic adventure. Or something.

Dan Heng gets out of the car and will head into the grocery store with Blade. This is still Not A Date. Totally.]

I have something for you.

[Look at him not actually dropping by unannounced this time.]

[Look at that. A bitch can learn. Dan Heng finishes up his notes before texting back.]

Where do you want to meet?

Up to you.

[... although.]

I look a little different because of the full moon. If you laugh at me I'll kill you.

[aSJKLJSKLAJDFKLSJLEDJGFrf]

[He... what? Blade should know by now that Dan Heng doesn't laugh. Granted, he does know that a threat of death from this feral blacksmith is all talk, no action.

... Damn, though, all the locations he can think of to meet are places where couples give gifts.]

I can meet you at Blue Fish Lake Park or your forge.

[Just casually elects to not respond at all to that second part.]

[Blade is not about to make that any better.]

The park is fine.

I'll bring the usual.

[The boba is an important ritual at this point.]

[Damn it, his weakness. Boba.]

I'll meet you at the duck pond there.

[Dan Heng packs up his things and goes to check out the book he's been using for reference. It's not long before he arrives at the park. He takes his time getting to the duck pond, allowing the change in scenery to clear his head of complicated equations. By the time he gets there, he's a lot more curious about what Blade has for him.]

[Blade definitely could have made life easier on himself if he had just used the hammerspace bag he got from the gacha, but it's fine. He has hands for a reason.

He arrives not long after Dan Heng carrying one of those little gray drink trays with two bobas in it (matcha, half sweet and original, half sweet) as per usual, but there's a bouquet tucked between them as well. He wears a thin, loose navy scarf around his neck and black everything else, including a long coat and his docs. The fluffy dog ears are familiar at this point, but he also has... a big fluffy tail to match; he's had his coat modified for ease of movement, which also includes a big slit in the back for the tail to poke through.]

Hey.

[There's a little table set for duck watching, so he places the boba on it and holds out the bouquet for Dan Heng to take. It's a pretty reasonably-sized bouquet, with white heliotropes forming the main canvas, and a few purple varieties of alstroemerias taking center stage. They've been tied together with a jade ribbon.

He also takes out a small, flat box from the inside of his coat and holds that out too.]

This is for you.

[Inside the box is a gold bracelet with handcarved light green jade and pearl beads.]

It's not a weapon, [he says as if that's what Dan Heng could be thinking at this moment.] It... [uh] ... It has an enchantment that should help you find your way in the dark. Just in case.

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[Dan Heng's look is more casual today, but he's still wearing a short-sleeve shirt and no coat or scarf. The shirt is white with thin, gold lines that give the impression of stylized scales, though it is hard to see. He's still wearing the silver, dragon ear cuff. His pants are a nice, dark green color.

He blinks as he sees a more doglike Blade approach.]

Hi. [... He recalls Blade had been self-conscious about how he looks, and he bets it's because of the tail. Maybe Dan Heng should say something.] You look cute.

[It's all he's got! At least he's not laughing!

Dan Heng takes the flowers and the box gently. It's a very beautiful bouquet, and he can't say he's ever been given flowers in his life. He honestly didn't think Blade would go through with that.]

These are beautiful. Thank you. I think I have a vase that would match their colors.

[Maybe he'll take a picture to send to Blade after he gets home. For now, though, Dan Heng carefully sets the flowers down so that he can open the box. The other man's explanation of the enchantment on it gives him pause for a second. That's... extremely kind. Dan Heng has needed more ways to help keep himself safe when it gets dark, though he's never explicitly told Blade that.

Dan Heng slides the lid off and stares at the bracelet. It's gorgeous. Easily the finest piece of jewelry he'll ever own because of how deeply personal it is. He lifts the jade lotus with his fingers just a little, treating it like it's made of glass. This is... so much. A lot, even. Dan Heng's still trying to figure out who he is, and here's Blade. Making him a weapon to defend himself with, a bracelet that'll let him see at night, flowers because he took Dan Heng's concerns at least a little seriously....

He recognizes this time that there are tears gathering in his eyes. There's no hiding it, either, which is embarrassing. Getting so emotional over these gifts....]

I'm sorry. [Dan Heng turns away, still holding onto the box with the bracelet in it, and wipes at his eyes with one hand.] It's nothing you've done. It's....

[He's not sure he can put it into words adequately enough. He's not even sure if Blade wants to know right now.]

[Blade is not expecting to be called cute. There might be a look of vague panic in that one visible red eye. Don't mind him.]

I— [blade.exe has crashed. Just. Just kill him, honestly. Thankfully Dan Heng moves onto the flowers so he doesn't have to worry about how red he must be.]

... Glad you like them.

[He'll have to thank Lapis later.

Blade tries his best to look nonchalant, even folding his arms, but his candle-flame eyes don't leave the other man as he unpacks the gift. Then he realizes something is wrong. Maybe it's the little tremble in his fingers, or the wetness of Dan Heng's eyes, but he feels like a storm must be coming.

Oh no. Did he do something wrong? Is the bracelet really that bad of a gift? Blade is about to ask because Dan Heng turns away, but then...

... Ah. Obviously something he did reminded Dan Heng of this or that, even if it isn't anything he did personally. How is that any better?]

Don't apologize.

[For some reason, hearing that kind of apology just... irks him. Like Dan Heng is apologizing for existing. That's something that Blade absolutely cannot accept.]

I didn't do any of this because I wanted something from you.

[He has his own confusing tangle of emotions.]

That means you don't have to explain, either. You don't owe me anything. [But it does beg the question of what is the point, which Blade acknowledges.] ... It's probably presumptuous to say this, but just being around you is enough for me.

[Sometimes it's even overwhelming, especially if he tries to remember more than he's been given.]

[Dan Heng does listen as Blade says his piece. He still feels a need to apologize, but this time he holds his tongue on that.

Being around you is enough for me.

This man.... Dan Heng may not owe him an explanation, but his heart says otherwise. He wants to tell Blade what's going on. Just... none of the sordid details.]

... In a way, I'm in something of a similar boat as you are. [He swallows.] I'm... trying to figure out who I am in all of this.

[Dan Heng hesitates, but then he finishes wiping his eyes and sits down at the table. His eyes trail to the flowers where Blade might see a hint of warmth in his normally cold expression.]

Perhaps that contradicts what I've told you before. How I have no intention of being anyone's shadow, and that I'm not those people from the past. That's still true. I still stand by that, but... that doesn't make me any less unsure about my own identity.

[He pauses with a small frown as he tries to think of how to describe the feeling.]

When I dream, it's like I'm not myself, but someone else. His thoughts and his feelings as a scene plays out in the dream. Or maybe it's memory. This is exacerbated, admittedly, by my depersonalization disorder.

I... had an episode recently, which is why this kindness caught me off-guard like that.

[Dan Heng looks down at the bracelet, fingering the jade lotus for a moment. Then, he takes it out of the box and puts it on his right wrist. Normally, a certain bracer would be there instead, but this bracelet can be a stand in for it. To him, these two things are on the same level.]

... I may not know myself well anymore, but I do know that I like what you have given me. And I do enjoy your presence.

[He is uncertain about a lot of his feelings toward Blade, but this feeling of enjoyment simply by seeing the other man is his own. That much Dan Heng feels absolutely certain about. He's enjoying his time spent with him and learning more about him.]

[Blade frowns as Dan Heng admits that he's also a bit lost in all of this. He takes the other seat at the table and listens quietly, but attentively; his ears are testament to that.]

I don't think it contradicts what you said at all. If anything... we're the same.

[He sips his boba quietly as Dan Heng goes on. When I dream, it's like I'm not myself. ... Yeah, that sounds familiar. He's not sure if it's a past life memories thing or what, but his clearest memories come to him in dreams, unfiltered by his demon's meddling. He's had a couple weeks to get used to that.

Depersonalization disorder... He remembers that being tossed around as something that might be affecting his memory in a longer way than simple dissociative amnesia. In the end, he'd been ruled DA and released, because there wasn't much else they could do for him. And Blade had learned to hide his demon possession better.]

... I am sorry.

[Dan Heng must really like the bracelet if he's putting it on. Blade, too, is thinking about the bracer... He's almost tempted to give him his own, but it wouldn't be the same. Blade's is in worse condition than the one Dan Heng wore. It's older and more beat-up.]

You can keep this one, [he says after a moment. It's a callback to their conversation in the car a couple weeks ago.] What matters is that you like it.

[He glances towards the duck pond as if that might do something to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.]

... And I enjoy your presence, too. [Even when his demon does not. Even when he feels the half-remembered obsession and fury rising up in his throat like bile, he remembers those eyes and a cool touch, and he calms for a little while.

Still, Dan Heng looks so... He wants to hold his hand or something but he isn't sure how welcome his touch would be. They've only just begun to get to know each other in this life, after all. But that... that urge to be close to him, that's still there. He isn't sure if it's Yingxing or Blade or the other Yingxing or the other Blade. Fuck.

There has to be something...]

[He is going to regret this so much but it is worth it if Dan Heng is happy, right?

Right.]

... You can touch my ears if you want. [...] I know you've been staring at them.

[It's strange and almost funny how they continue to parallel each other. Fate has a horrible sense of humor.]

It's nothing you need to apologize for. I simply need to find a better way to live with it.

[Because he's come to the conclusion that what he's been doing isn't working anymore. If it even worked at all in the past. ]

... I will treasure it.

[As Dan Heng's continued to do with everything Blade and Yingxing have given him. These objects give him a sense of safety and being cherished; someone who cares so much about him that effort has been put into making sure he is safe yet remains independent.

He hums softly when Blade says he enjoys Dan Heng's presence as well. The shorter man fiddles absently with the chains of his bracelet, lost in thought. At least, he is until Blade tells him that he can pet his ears. Dan Heng looks over at the other man, blinking slowly in surprise. He almost asks if he's sure, but one look at him tells him that answer. Blade's sure but he's embarrassed.

Dan Heng hesitates for a moment, and then reaches up to gently run his fingers over the fluffy fur of Blade's dog ears. It's very soft, which is absolutely delightful, and he can't help a small, warm smile. Though, Dan Heng does have one concern.]

Are you doing alright during the full moon? I've heard that it's had an effect on a greater number of people recently.

[It truly does. They have a lot of parallels between the two of them.]

I try not to think about it. [He pauses.] If there is one thing that the demon has taught me, it's how to live in the present. The future is unknown and the past is difficult for me to recall. So I focus on what's in front of me. What I can do with my own two hands.

... But that might not work for you. I don't know.

[He's trying.

His ears turn toward Dan Heng as he shifts. It only takes a second or two for Blade to close his eyes and lean into it... A cursory peek at Dan Heng's face with one eye open confirms what he thought, that offering his ears has cheered him up a little. He realizes with a start that he would do many things to protect that smile, and not all of them are nice or legal.

Hm. Well, then.

Also, there's a... sound... That's his tail. Wagging furiously back and forth to the point where it's kind of smacking his coat.]

The full moon is why I can't put them away. I'd just gotten used to the ears, but then... it got worse.

[He pulls his lips back in a scowl. He has fangies, too.]

It's inconvenient more than it is dangerous.

Not with the skills I have, but... I think I could learn from you about living in the present.

[Dan Heng isn't a craftsman like Blade is. However, there's still wisdom in that he may need to slow down and think of the present instead of the past or future. At least until he's figured himself out.

... What's that sound? He glances down on a hunch and sees that the other man's newly acquired tail is wagging furiously. That's... actually extremely adorable. Blade's answer and the reveal of having fangs gets a surprised, quiet chuckle from Dan Heng.]

I see it also changed your teeth somewhat.

[Dan Heng will not say that a dog suits Blade. He's saving that one for a one-hit-knock-out in the future.]

Will you start apprenticing at my forge, too? [That's a joke. That fangy smirk is definitely a joke.]

Unfortunately, it has, [he says with that low, hateful drawl that he uses for everything from being forced to socialize to dropping his ice cream on the ground.] I've already shredded two toothbrushes.

[He rests his chin in his hand, trying to look nonchalant or even bored because that is way cooler than just staring at Dan Heng and getting lost in how much he likes looking at him. His swaying tail gives him away, though.]

It feels like a cosmic joke. Forgetting almost everything after a questionable rebirth, all of the bad blood between us after the exile, and then another rebirth where we forgot everything again.

[Fate can be cruel.

His ears flick. He glances back at Dan Heng.]

... Do you know what your favorite food is? Or your favorite board game?

[...]

Would you like to find out?

[Dan Heng raises an eyebrow and decides to be a little bolder in his teasing. Someone needs to keep Blade in his place.]

I don't know if I'd learn much if all you do is stare at me.

[The way he talks about shredding two toothbrushes has Dan Heng covering up his amusement with a polite cough.]

Those poor toothbrushes. They didn't deserve such a fate.

[His tone is so dry.

Dan Heng's eyes are on the duck pond, watching as a few geese and ducks swim across the water. It's not as comforting as listening to ocean waves crash against the shore, but it's still got its charm as a scene of tranquility.]

Mm. Perhaps it was in the hope that this time would be better. There's a flow to it, if you know how to look.

[He looks back up at Blade in slight surprise by the questions he's posed. It gives him pause for a moment. Then, there's a small smile on his face.]

I'm partial to dishes with duck in it, but only for special occasions. As for board games, I didn't grow up playing any, so I don't know if I have a favorite. But I'd like to discover that with you, yes.

[Oh. Oh no. Dan Heng has noticed. Blade pinkens up like a cherry and pointedly does not make eye contact, though his ears give him away... They keep lowering every time Dan Heng gives him a scrap of attention, and paired with a tail wagging, it's... pretty obvious he's infatuated to some degree.]

I think you'd like working with your hands, personally.

[Just ignoring all of that. ALL of it.]

... I can't deny that things were worse for the other Blade. So there might be some truth to that, if you're the hopeful type. [Blade is not, but he can't help wondering if Blade and Dan Heng in the past ever reconciled. He decides he doesn't want to know if they didn't... What they have right now is fine.

He's... glad to have learned something new about Dan Heng, even if he can't reciprocate the sharing. (Also his tail is wagging extremely fast again.)]

When you said you don't know who you are, I thought about when we watched that movie. I... didn't mind that. [TAIL WAGGING FURIOUSLY] I thought we could do it again, but with different things, if we're learning about ourselves.

[He sounds so awkward. He knows he sounds awkward. He hates this.

... Also he reaches down to grab his own tail without breaking eye contact.]

[It's extremely obvious, the poor guy. His animal instincts betray him so much, here.]

I think I would as well, but I think I would rather make sure you ate and slept.

[Dan Heng's betting that Blade has sacrificed both in order to make the bracelet for him. After a month of knowing each other, he's gotten wise to the other man's ways.]

Sometimes, hope is enough to get one through the day.

[He has some hope, but he balances it out by being practical. He would rather be on the more optimistic side of realist.

Honestly, Dan Heng doesn't mind that Blade can't reciprocate. The point is to try and rediscover themselves. If it gives Blade ideas of more things to try, it's good enough.

He glances down as he sees and feels the other man's tail wagging furiously. It's like having a fan for his leg. His eyes return back to Blade's after that as he listens. Then, the man snatches his own tail without breaking eye contact. Dan Heng is silent for a second before he starts to laugh. He turns away to try and maintain some level of being polite, but his shoulders are shaking in his attempt to stay quiet and not disturb anyone else. He does manage to get out an answer after a few seconds, though!]

I, ahem, I think I would like that. It does mean I'll be cooking more for you. Or getting something new from auntie.

[Aaaand the ears go back again.]

... You don't have to do that.

[IT'S TRUE BUT WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO FUCKING LOUD ABOUT IT]

I suppose it must be. I'm not used to it myself, so I'll just look to you when I need it.

[A weird but... kind of sweet sentiment? Blade you are weird.

He isn't expecting Dan Heng to crack up laughing, though. It catches him off guard entirely. It's not a sound he's used to hearing, but it's adorable. He's heard Dan Heng chuckle before but nothing like this; he's obviously struggling not to lose it entirely.

Blade's sexuality has never weighed heavier than in this moment. He teeters between being embarrassed (he is very red) and being completely twitterpated (he is, after all, very red).

... Right. Dan Heng said something. Blade turns away and sips his boba, trying to play it off casually like he's too cool to sit in a chair like a normal person, but the truth is terribly obvious to anyone with eyes.]

I— [He clears his throat and tries again.] ... Wouldn't mind that.

[Good. Fucking. Christ.]

[He reaches up automatically to pet Blade's ears briefly, like he's consoling a pouting dog. Which he is. However, Dan Heng's brain catches up to the gesture and he stops.]

That's why I'm doing it.

[YES, HE DOES HAVE TO BE LOUD ABOUT IT.]

Alright, then I'll do my best.

[If it's a moon Blade needs to guide him through the long night, Dan Heng can step up for that role. He's... had some practice. Hope is what he learned from Theo, and he hasn't forgotten that lesson.

Dan Heng catches that look on his friend's very red face. Huh... that's a new and interesting reaction. It's just laughter, which admittedly is very rare coming from him, but still. The shorter man sips at his matcha boba before replying.]

I'll text you my schedule and we can pick a day. My limit is once a week, though. Until I'm done with finals for this semester.

[After finals, he might be open for doing this more often.]

[... Blade is really tempted to grab his hand and make him keep doing it, but he holds off. He sighs, but doesn't fight Dan Heng, because on some level he knows he's right.]

You and Lapis are both stubborn in this way.

[Time for some chewy boba. He takes a few moments to respond, because every second spent doing that is one less second he has to worry about being so red he might die.]

That's fine. I don't want to interfere with your studies.

Because she's correct and, I presume, both of us are concerned about your health.

[Get cared about, dog boy.]

I appreciate that. [He hesitates.] And... thank you for listening to me.

[His eyes go back to the bouquet, studying the flowers. Like his cousin, he does have an idea of what different flowers mean. Dan Heng takes one of the heliotropes.]

Hold still.

[Dan Heng then takes some of Blade's loose hair so that he can braid the flower in place. With a few minor adjustments, it sits prettily in the perfect spot. He looks subtly satisfied with the result.]

As I thought. It suits you.

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[dryly] God forbid you two ever meet.

[ASJKLAJSLJSDSJKLDG]

Of course I listened to you. [He's not blushing. (He's blushing.)] Even when the beast had me, I tried to listen. [He still isn't sure why. Maybe deep down, gripped by the madness, he still recognized the one he loved in the past.

Blade's eyes lift to Dan Heng's as he's told to hold still. He's terribly confused, right up until Dan Heng finishes and pulls back. Only then does Blade realize he's been holding his breath.

Haha, damn, he has it this bad already...?

He reaches up to gently touch the flower. No chance of that blush going down anytime soon, not with the way he ducks his gaze after.]

... Do you know what they mean?

God can't forbid me to do anything.

[His tone is completely deadpan.

Ah... well. That gets a faint blush from Dan Heng, at least. He'll elect to not say anything in response. There's nothing he can really say anyway.

As to Blade's question....]

Some say it is a symbol of eternal love and devotion. [He says it without his expression cracking, but then his voice gets softer as he adds:] Others also say that it's a symbol of salvation, too.

[He pauses, knowing that this might seem very much like a confession.]

I still need to sort out my feelings more, but....

[But there are feelings. In a way, it feels like their fates have been daisy chained together ever since Yingxing and Dan Feng met.]

I'm not ready yet. However, I think I will be later. But this is also up to you, too.

[Blade is about to point out that thinking is probably what got them into trouble in the first place, but he decides not to. It's not something they've really sat down and spoken about yet, and he doesn't feel comfortable joking about it even a little when it ruined so many lives. Whatever it was they did... the details are so heinous they couldn't even be recorded clearly in his book.]

I... [His voice lowers a notch, as if to match Dan Heng's own softness.] I didn't know about that other meaning. [He hasn't stopped touching his hair, though he's careful not to disturb the flowers too much.]

You believe I can be saved...

[Salvation. It isn't something he dared dream about before. And in that other life, he's sure 'salvation' meant an end to his miserable existence. Is that really salvation, or is it giving up like everyone else says?

He turns toward Dan Heng when he speaks again. This... definitely starts to sound like a confession. He's talking about feelings—feelings that Blade has also been struggling with in his own way. There is no disguising how his ears lower, expecting some bad news.

The amount of lifting that yet is doing. Blade breathes out slowly and rests his hands on the table.]

... I'm not ready, either. I don't feel like I can let go of everything that's in our past and pretend I feel nothing... nor can I move forward. I want things to stay just like this. I want to learn about Dan Heng the biologist, and all the things that make him different from Dan Heng the exile.

[He wants to fall in love again. He thinks he has, but he wants to do it the right way. Like normal people. With flowers and dates and holding hands, and precious gifts in small boxes.

Dan Heng deserves that much at least.]

And I... want to meet this fool he's so intent on saving. [Blade's lips curve into a slight smile.] I can't do that if I let the demon continue like it has.

[Dan Heng nods like he expects that.]

Certain religions have that as its meaning, yes. And... yes, I do believe you can be saved.

[He doesn't know how their story ends in their previous lives, but he chooses to hope that they reconciled somehow. Or maybe he found a way to cleanse the mara without killing Blade in the process. He doesn't know, and he has to be patient if they want to figure out more. Forcing the remembering process is only going to hurt them.

The sad, lowering ears does make it feel like a knife twists in his heart, but at least Blade starts perking up at the 'yet' he's used. He listens attentively as the other man speaks, and his expression softens somewhat. They're both on the same page and of the same mind. That's enough for him. Though, when Blade says he wants to meet the fool Dan Heng's intent on saving, he returns the smile a little.]

Then I suppose we'll find out both of these things together.

[And that feels right. It feels good, like he can breathe a little easier now that they've talked about this. Blade's worth the wait. He's worth doing this right.]

[His stoic expression melts ever-so-slightly at that, near imperceptible, but Dan Heng can probably recognize it.]

I trust you.

[After all, Dan Heng has been right about numerous other things, whether Blade argued against them or not. He just feels like—like he can't remember what it's like to believe in something. But he can believe in Dan Heng. That's something he can do.

He looks at Dan Heng and realizes they were, perhaps, both feeling the same anxiety. Maybe that's not a surprise given how similar they are in other respects. The same fucked-up rebirth, the same fucked up memories, the same fucked-up past. But god damn, it's hard to think about any of that when he sees Dan Heng smiling back at him.

Maybe all they really needed was to acknowledge the dragon in the room, here.]

I don't mind waiting. I think... I could wait a long time. [I think the other Blade felt that way, too.

He rests his arm on the table again, the other wrapped around his boba. He is realizing that the more approachable Dan Heng becomes, the harder it is not to do something contradicting their own words—like leaning in to kiss him. Blade manages to resist the urge this time, though.]

... It's a relief to have a normal person problem for once. I can almost forget that I woke up with a tail last week, or the fact I keep getting swords shoved into my bag in Undertown.

[Blade, somehow, says the sweetest things. His trust is something Dan Heng doesn't want to break, and he doesn't want to make Blade wait longer than necessary. He may be aloof and cold, but he's not cruel.]

And I can wait for you just as long.

[This is worth the time and patience.

He sips at his boba while his gaze moves to the water fowl in the duck pond. It's been a lot already, but it feels like they're able to move forward a little after today. Though, when Blade talks about how it's nice to have a normal problem, he can't help chuckling quietly.]

I hear that. Although, I thought you would be happier to have more swords.

[It's a gentle tease compared to Dan Heng's normal teasing.]

[Blade flushes hot and glances away again. Honestly... When Dan Heng says stuff like that, it's hard not to want to show him affection. And it's not as if they can't, but they both know trying to date is a bad idea when they have so much to sort out.

... Still. There is something within him that wants to be closer.]

So did I, but these are kind of cursed. There is a place to input a five letter word on the hilt, and it'll gain an aspect of that. You can write "flame" and get a fire sword, or... "ducks" and get a sword that quacks when it hits a target. Quaint, but less useful than a weapon ought to be.

[He slides his free hand forward... and turns his palm over, fingers closed, a silent offer to hold his hand if he wants. Blade is not making a big deal about it, though; he's just sipping his boba like the duck pond is the most interesting thing in the world right now. His ears, perked and turned toward Dan Heng, give him away.]

Enough about that. Tell me more about what you do for POKEGO. All of this is still new to me.

[Dan Heng blinks at that. Clearly, he's not expecting to hear that a sword can do that.]

... Interesting. That's certainly a... unique ability.

[That's a polite way to put it, for sure.

Dan Heng looks down as he sees movement in his periphery. Blade's got his hand resting in what's clearly an invitation. A glance at his ears shows that the other man isn't as casual about it like he's trying to play it off as. He looks back towards the pond, hiding his smile by sipping his boba, and casually rests his hand on Blade's.

The shorter man hums softly at the question. He should've expected it, honestly, given that he doesn't talk about himself often, if at all.]

At first, it was as an apprentice in the biology and archival sciences departments, and I would act as a guard for my colleagues if necessary. Once I got my Master's in archival sciences and biology, I started to divide my time equally between the archives and field research in various Spirit Realms. I primarily stayed on the East Coast, though, given that I was still in school to work on my PhD in Harvard. The team was very supportive, and I hope to repay that once I'm a full time researcher for them.

[He is pleasantly surprised to find Dan Heng's hand in his, and his ears pin back for a moment and then perk right back up again, this time with a wagging tail to match. His fingers curl gently around Dan Heng's own. And though he'll deny it if called out on it, he's...

Blade is smiling.]

Harvard is so unavoidably prestigious even this amnesiac knows about it. You're not the type to settle for second best in anything, so you worked hard to get in. Isn't that right?

[He chews thoughtfully on some tapioca pearls for a moment.]

All the travel between here and the Spirit Realm must be routine to you, considering how long you've been doing it.

... What is the most incredible thing you've ever seen in the Spirit Realm?

[Dan Heng glances over when he feels Blade's tail start wagging up a storm again, and then quickly looks away with a faint blush to his cheeks. Goddamn it. That's a smile he knows he'll be weak to. He's pointedly not thinking about how this simple gesture he did is the cause of Blade's smile, and how that totally not-a-thought makes him feel warm.

It's a very pretty smile, though. Just that is enough for him to realize why Dan Feng fell in love the way he did. Yingxing's, or Blade's, smile is one he'd do much to safeguard, as well as to see more often.]

I'm obligated to say that it has a better reputation than Yale. I did. Middle school and high school were dedicated to that goal of getting into Harvard, although MIT was my second choice and Stanford as my third. I wanted to stay in Massachusetts if I could. Though, if I wasn't studying, then the rest of my time was spent in figure skating training.

[That's an interesting question, though. Dan Heng chews on a pearl thoughtfully.]

... Once, in the first Spirit Realm I went into, I saw what I can only describe as a literal star shower. It was as if stardust was gently raining down from the sky, but it would melt into your skin, almost like snow, when it touched you. Even more incredible than the sight was the curious property it had of healing any wound it touched. However, when it made contact with water, it would turn to dirt.

[His eyes are a little far away in memory, but there's an undeniable spark in them. A kind of curiosity to something new and currently inexplainable, but desiring to try and find that explanation.]

We never saw it again, and we couldn't collect samples of the stardust, but that was the moment when I knew I truly wanted to be part of the team. I wanted to see more of these Realms and preserve as much knowledge as we could get in our research of them.

[He chuckles at that.]

It does. I have a vague recollection of applying to MIT, but I ended up staying with the University of Cincinnati. It might've been my grades. [His ears flick.] Figure skating? Like that anime?

[This isn't an Olympics year, ok? He doesn't have a frame of reference outside of Yuri! on Ice.

But he is very patient as he listens, and by the end of Dan Heng's story, he's no longer trying to act interested in the duck pond. His bright ember eyes are full of distant wonder at the mere description of what Dan Heng saw out there.]

A starshower you could touch... That sounds incredible.

[The thought reminds him of something, but he doesn't grasp at the memory. He's afraid of triggering something unpleasant. Gold eyes, and so much regret... No, he won't push.]

[Huh... interesting to think about that they might have met earlier if they'd both decided on MIT instead of where they went.]

That's still a good college. [Dan Heng's a little confused at first until he remembers what Blade's referring to.] Similar, yes. I only competed at the Regional level, though my coach did try to convince me to go to at least Nationals. It was tempting to make a real career out of it, honestly.

[Dan Heng turns his attention from the pond when he notices how interested Blade seems to be. It's a little embarrassing to have so much attention, but he can't say he minds it at all, either.]

I've scanned in all the sketches I've made on Realms I've been to as a backup. I can email them to you, if you're interested.

[It is. Might've changed the trajectory of both their lives, honestly.]

My degree got me a job here, so I can't argue that. I... don't remember a lot about the experience, obviously.

[His ears perk up when Dan Heng talks about almost going to nationals. From here, he can't really imagine what it must be like to compete in a sport like that... But in the brief glimpses of dream-memories he has, he remembers how graceful Imbibitor Lunae was. It seems Dan Heng must have inherited some of it in this lifetime, or maybe he was always graceful...]

It'll be ice skating season soon. If you pick it up again, I don't mind watching.

[Blade. Blade you're so obvious--]

Really? In that case, I'd like to see them. Inspiration can come from anywhere, so...

I don't have any exciting stories about being in college, but... I don't mind sharing them with you. Maybe some of them can remind you of something. [He tilts his head slightly.] Even if not, it's okay that you don't have stories to tell me. I like who you are now.

[And Dan Heng means that. He can easily see that Blade is... well, unhinged sometimes when he's in the mindset for blacksmithing, but overall a good man. The demon just... complicates things.

He hums at that, looking at Blade thoughtfully.]

You could watch... and I could teach you to ice skate, if you'd like.

[It's an offer, anyway. He doesn't mind being watched by the other man. On the contrary, he finds he wants to make sure he does his best if Blade's his audience.]

I'd be happy to. I hope you find some inspiration in them.

[Oh. Oh. He... forgets what he's about to say, because—

I like who you are now.

Blade knows he's unpleasant. This is on purpose to a degree, but only because of the demon. Underneath all the gruffness and violence lies a visionary who would shower his Person with love and devotion if given the chance. Just one chance... He'd written himself off a long time ago but Dan Heng just keeps telling him over and over that he's worth it, that he's worth saving, and it's hard for Blade to remain unaffected.

The tightness in his chest is unfamiliar, and there's something prickling at his eyes. He clears his throat with some difficulty. He's feeling a little overwhelmed, but he's happy, too...]

You just... say things, don't you?

[See, he was listening back then.]

... I might not be a good student. But for you, I'll try.

[Honestly, the things this man does to him.]

[Dan Heng can see that his words have affected Blade. Yet, on having his own thrown back at him, he simply squeezes the other man's hand briefly.]

... Sometimes, yes.

[He's well aware that he doesn't always say anything. Dan Heng prefers his silence, in a way. But, sometimes, silence isn't what someone needs.]

Then, we'll see when is a good time for that once Winter Break starts.

[He's looking forward to it, honestly.]

[He squeezes back. Words aren't their strong suit, either of them, but he hopes his feelings can be understood. If not, well, they can work on that... but the way he strokes Dan Heng's hand with his thumb says a lot.

Of course, the longer they sit like this, the more his tail misbehaves. The silence is broken by distant quacking and also... swishswishswishswishswish. Blade tries to keep a straight face, but he eventually ducks his gaze and mutters:]

Damn it.

[AJSKLAJSLFLFJDLDSf]

[Dan Heng hasn't even been paying attention to Blade's tail. He's a little more distracted by the thumb stroking his hand. This got intimate extremely quickly.

And then Blade ducks away to curse under his breath because of the tail wagging. Dan Heng can't help laughing quietly again. He reaches up to scratch the taller man behind his ear consolingly.]

It's cute.

[Yes, he's highly aware that he's only making it worse for Blade.]

[That laugh is worth the embarrassment and fluorescent blush, but it's the ear scritches that end him. Dan Heng could be stabbing him through the heart right now and he wouldn't notice. He closes his eyes and makes a soft, pathetic noise... and leans into it...

The tail is going full speed now.]

Dan Heng... Are you unharmed?

[Blade sounds... unwell. The mild surprise of being alive again has given way to the realization that he's still possessed, still in debt to this damned demon. He's so tired. He's so tired, and there's only one thing he wants right now.]

Can I... see you? Even if you don't want to be alone with me...

[The microphone picks up a car laying on its horn as Blade, half-delirious, steps into traffic without looking both ways.]

... As long as you're all right...

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[It's been extremely strange and disconcerting today. For the past few days, Dan Heng has written off Blade's absence as being called away on a big project and being no contact for the duration. Looking back on it now, that's not like Blade at all. Even worse is how he still believed that, even though it had been out of character for the man. And now?

Now he's worried as he checks his phone and hasn't seen a single message from Blade. He hasn't even seen the man these few days. He's just been helping to take care of his Ralts while he was 'gone.' Honestly, Dan Heng almost calls him himself, but Blade mercifully beats him to the punch.

Gods, but Blade sounds like he's been through a war. Something in Dan Heng's chest tightens to hear how pathetic and... lost he sounds. He tries to keep the panic out of his voice and stay calm. Yet, his words come out a little sharper than he intends out of worry.]

Of course I'm unharmed. Why would—[No, that's not important.]—where are you? I'll come get you, I just need to know where you are.

[Something in his heart eases when he hears that tone, no matter how sharp it is. He doesn't take it personally. It's as familiar as the softer voice he gets to hear when it's just them, and the laugh Dan Heng tries to hide, and the promises made with the moon as witness.

He staggers onto the sidewalk again, and there's the sound of a car speeding away.

Oh. Dan Heng asked a question.]

... The park. [It's still very early morning, so it's dark outside.] The street near the... coffee stand. [Which is closed, he doesn't have to walk all the way into the park properly to see that. Just what time is it?]

You're all right. That's good. [He collapses onto a bench and curls into a ball around his phone. Slow breaths. In, out... in, out...]

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[Dan Heng doesn't even care at this point. He abandons his breakfast, grabs his keys, and has just enough wherewithal to put on a jacket and slip on his shoes before leaving the house. He can't bring Blade back here, unfortunately, but he can at least take the man back to his condo.]

Okay, I know where that is. I have Zhurong with me. He's fine, too.

[He gets into his car and puts Blade on speaker.]

Stay on the line, Blade. I'm on my way, alright?

[And he's about to drive like he's in Boston, not Kaisou.]

[Zhurong... that's right. He had a Ralts. His forge partner. His apprentice, who was there with Lapis most days...

Lapis...

Lapis... and Venti. He sees their faces when he closes his eyes—tear-stricken, panicked, screaming his name.

He laughs, but it's not a happy laugh. It's just on the side of deranged, but he's only really half-here anyway. And there's no one around to judge him so what does it matter?]

Hahaha... hahahahah. They're going to kill me.

[He sucks in a breath through his teeth.]

Where do I even start...? They must be so angry. Even you...

[The air seeps out of him like a slowly leaking air mattress.]

I saw you in there. That was the only part I liked.

[Alright, he has upgraded from a Boston driver to a Boston mom on the way to the hospital where their kid is. His grip on the steering wheel tightens hard enough to turn his knuckles white.]

I'm not angry yet. I'm just... concerned. What do you mean you saw me?

[Dan Heng might've run a red light or two. He doesn't care. He can see the park and that's what matters.]

[DAN HENG NO DON'T RUN RED LIGHTS EVEN IF IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING]

[a snort] Yet.

[Blade.]

When I was...

[A brief, clear thought occurs to him that maybe this isn't the best thing to say to Dan Heng, but it sort of tumbles out of him anyway.]

When I died.

[There's silence on Dan Heng's line as he parks his car more aggressively than he intends, but it's fine. He takes his phone, switching it off from speaker, as he clambers out and locks it behind him while he walks as quickly as possible to the coffee stand. Just a little longer.]

You....

[The words stop in his throat. His heart is hammering in his chest, but he ignores it for now. The anxiety creeps up in his mind, looming over him like a tidal wave ready to crash into him at any moment. That's not what Blade needs right now.

Speak of the devil, his eyes spot the man.]

I see you.

[He hangs up his phone and sprints across the road, ignoring a driver honking at him as a car speeds away behind him. His blue eyes quickly assess Blade for any injuries. His expression is mostly calm, but there are subtle signs of worry if one knows where to look.]

Blade... are you hurt?

[Blade hears footsteps fast approaching. He looks up, though it feels like it takes all of his strength to do so, and sees Dan Heng standing before him. He's outlined in the glaring brightness of a streetlight halo, but to Blade he's the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

He gets up, not caring that he's covered head to toe in old blood, and throws his arms around Dan Heng.

He doesn't say anything, but he's trembling.]

[Dan Heng makes a soft sound of surprise when Blade, covered in dried blood, throws his arms around him. He instinctively catches the other man, returning the embrace. The shorter man almost asks a question, but it dies as he feels Blade tremble in his arms and he tightens his hold.

Not now.

He's never been on the other side of this situation, but it's still familiar to him. Painfully so. Dan Heng rubs a hand up and down Blade's back instinctively, his normally reserved expression now more openly worried.]

I've got you. You're safe now. Okay? Nothing is going to touch you.

[Words and gestures are all he has in this moment. Yet, his words are sincere. Dan Heng isn't about to let anything or anyone put a goddamn finger on Blade. Whatever happened to him, whatever apparently killed him, will find far more than it bargained for if it somehow followed the man here.]

[He thought he was fine. After all, he popped out of the portal in a heap with everyone else, and he was fine. Whole. Not bleeding out, not... with heavy limbs, and seeing red behind his eyes.

After all, he's died before.

But Dan Heng is real and solid, and he's warm, and the air is unseasonably cold this morning, and he realizes—he realizes he can't do this again.

He can't leave him again.

He can't die like that again.]

I-I'm sorry. [He whispers it with such penitence.] I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I'm...

[He's incapable of saying much else at the moment, as his trembling is interrupted by quiet, violent sobs.]

[The whispered apology is accompanied by what sounds to Dan Heng like the breaking of his heart. He readjusts his hold on Blade to be more protective, and he runs his hand soothingly through dark locks of hair.]

It's not your fault, Blade. It's not your fault.

[Dan Heng feels like he's talking to himself seven years ago. The words he needed to hear had been denied him at the time, and even today he still feels like it's his fault for... all of it. But at least here, in this moment, he can tell Blade that it's not. He just hopes the words stick and that the other man doesn't feel this misplaced guilt later.]

It's not your fault.

[It's important, and he means it.]

[Dan Heng's words are reassuring and calm, like the rest of him, like the hand in his hair. But he's so far beyond being able to suck it up and go about his day. One thing leads to another, and another, and another, and now he's all but spilling the depths of his hidden grief and guilt. It isn't about apologizing for vanishing anymore, or dying. He's apologizing for dying back then, and for all the shit he's put Dan Heng through in this life, and some of the last too.

It all feels so insurmountable.

He lost his mind in the cabin. There's no doubt about that. But in exchange, right at the edge of dying, he regained the sweetest and most terrible memories, and he felt so much love.

He's overcome for a while longer as the grieving flame inside his chest burns itself out. Dan Heng's poor coat will have a wet spot, but at least there isn't any blood. His trembling stills, and gives way to sniffles. He still isn't sure what to say when he's finally calmed down; when he pulls away and scrubs his face on his own sleeve, it's without eye contact.]

... Don't look at me, [he manages.] You don't need to feel bad, too.

[Dan Heng simply holds Blade through it all, not caring in the least bit about the state of his jacket. When the man pulls away, he lets go. He sighs softly as he looks away from Blade, but....]

We're going home.

[His voice is gentle as he says it, but firm as well. He hesitates before reaching out to put a hand on Blade's wrist. Dan Heng glances up at the taller man's face.]

Yes, I'm staying with you tonight. Yes, I'm sure. No, I don't want to fight about it.

[He doesn't think he could leave Blade alone like this. He's not cruel. No matter how bad of an idea it might be, Dan Heng is... afraid to leave him alone tonight. He doesn't think about the flash of memory, of Dan Feng's grief when he turned around and realized that Yingxing had been—

No. Not now.

Gently, he'll start to lead Blade back to where he parked his car.]

[Home? Blade wonders if he means where Dan Heng is staying—which would be a great surprise—or the condo that's a direct mirror into Blade's own subconscious. The question is on his face, open and readable, when Dan Heng looks up at him again.

... The touch to his wrist is also a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Blade doesn't pull away.]

Uh... [a little breath] Okay.

[For once, he doesn't fight. He just... lets himself be led. He's not all here, and both of them realize that. If he closes his eyes long enough he can see the gangly, zombie-like creatures squirming in the darkness of his peripheral vision. He doesn't like that.]

... What time is it? [He's waking up slowly from this nightmare.] You really drove out here when it's this late?

[It has to be late, right? Even the coffee stand is closed.]

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[He sees the question and intuits what's being asked.]

Your place. My two roommates would probably... object.

[Unfortunately, Dan Heng's not in the mood to argue his case to a med student and a shut-in teenager tonight. He keeps his hand on Blade's wrist as they walk, eyes alert for the both of them. Woe betide anyone who dares to try and jump them right now.]

It's maybe half past three in the morning. [He glances at Blade.] Why wouldn't I drive out to get you? You've been missing for four days.

[Along with others. Fuck, he'll need to text his cousin and make sure Zhongli's boyfriend is okay. He remembers vaguely that the brunet was talking about missing him a day or two ago.]

We'll talk more about it later.

[As they get close to Dan Heng's car, he unlocks it and opens the passenger door for Blade.]

[Blade at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the dog ears are back. Unfortunately. Blade pretends not to notice them, he's too fucked up right now to bother getting mad.]

It's for the better. I can't... trust myself. Not yet.

[He doesn't have a good response to Dan Heng's question, though. He has absolutely no idea what has gone on in the city since they left.]

... All right.

[He gets into the car and buckles himself up mutely. Then he notices a Pokeball in the cup holder.]

Is this...?

[Would it even be a good idea to hug Zhurong right now with everything he's feeling? Maybe later. Still, it's... a comfort. To have him close. To know he's okay. (Oh, and the Pokemon too.)]

... I understand.

[And he means it. Dan Heng still remembers how he didn't trust himself for so long after the incident years ago, even with Zhongli's guidance. At least this time, he hopes he can be here for Blade so that he doesn't have to process this alone. Nobody deserves that.

Dan Heng gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. His blue eyes glance down at the mentioned Pokeball and he nods.]

Zhurong, yes. I took care of him while you were gone. He... gets along well with Yue.

[He's tempted to drive like a Boston driver again, but he decides against it given the state Blade's in. Dan Heng compromises with himself by going only 15 over the speed limit. So, it only takes about ten minutes to get from the park to the condo Blade stays in. He reaches out unconsciously to give Blade a gentle scritch behind his ear, hoping to give him some comfort.]

Come on. Let's get you inside.

He does? ... That's good.

[Blade doesn't let Zhurong out of the Pokeball just yet due to general Baby Safety, but he does cradle it in his hands and let it ground him as Dan Heng drives. If he's uncomfortable with the speed, he doesn't show any indication of it. It's safe to say he's a little bit out of it.

He doesn't even notice they've stopped until Dan Heng touches him. At least he doesn't flinch, though there's no denying how his ears perk up and then lean into the scritch.]

Ah... we're here.

[At least he can use a keypad to get inside. He doesn't have his keys on him. What had he even been doing before he got kidnapped? He doesn't remember...

He punches in the code and opens the door, leaving it open behind him for Dan Heng to follow. He slips off his coat, and leans down to untie his boots and slip them off. They're as covered in blood in the rest of him. It's only then that he realizes the state he's in.

He groans.]

Ugh. I need to wash off before anything else.

[And he's HORRIFIED that he hugged Dan Heng like this. Augh. He steps into the living room and sets the Pokeball down on the coffee table.]

The fridge and cupboards should have food if you're hungry. [Lapis and Dan Heng have both done their part to make sure he's got food and drink (besides Monster) on hand.

He hesitates at the door to his bedroom.]

... Thanks.

Yeah. They liked playing together.

[At least talking about Blade's partner Pokemon helps. It's something positive to give him.

Dan Heng follows Blade inside and slips off his shoes. He takes off his jacket, though he pauses when he hears the other man groan. He thinks it might be because of pain, but Blade's follow up statement dispels that notion quickly.]

Mm. Would you like me to make anything for you while you're washing up?

[Even if it's something light, like a salad or fruit salad, Dan Heng doesn't mind. It'll give him something else to do that can help Blade.

When he meets Blade's eyes, his expression seems to soften. His voice is gentler when he replies with a promise:]

I'll be out here when you're done.

[It'd be something to smile about if he was able to smile. Still... it does make his heart feel a little lighter. In a way, their Pokemon are a reflection of Blade and Dan Heng themselves. It's very important that they get along.]

... Something light would be best. I don't think I can survive a big breakfast after all the expired food I've eaten.

[Blade, what the fuck does that mean?

He's surprised, and a little touched, to find Dan Heng meeting his eyes and swearing something with his whole heart... even something as small as this. It grounds him in the moment.

And so, Blade's expression softens a little, too. As if to say—I trust you.]

I know.

[He disappears into the bedroom, then, and works on getting a spare outfit. Nothing too fancy this time: a thin black shirt, black joggers, and matching socks. He emerges from the master bathroom after about twenty minutes, his hair freshly toweled and combed, though he got frustrated with how to wear it so he's just. Left it down this time. He isn't wearing any bandages anywhere, so the scars are visible on his wrists, at least until they disappear beneath his sleeves.

He looks a little more alive, at least, and glances around to take stock of the condo situation.]

[That earns Blade quite a look from Dan Heng.]

I'll question you on that later.

[Honestly, he worries for this stupid man's health sometimes.

Anyway, Dan Heng heads into the kitchen and takes a look through the food that's available to prepare. He goes with a simple fruit salad, since that seems to be in abundance at the moment. He slices up a couple of apples, strawberries, and oranges to toss with the grapes and blueberries. With just a light drizzling of honey over it, it's done in a matter of minutes. Even if Blade can't eat all of it, their Pokémon can enjoy it as a treat.

He comes out to the living room with the bowls and forks in his hands right as Blade steps out. The place is clean, as Dan Heng has also been dropping by to make sure some of the chores got done while the man was gone. Though he hasn't touched any of the figures in Blade's office, he still kept that clean, too. Dan Heng sits down at the couch, putting the bowls of fruit salad down on the coffee table.]

It'll keep until tomorrow if we put it in the fridge, or you can give any leftovers to our Pokémon as a treat.

[Dan Heng glances over at Blade as he talks, and is trying very hard to keep his eyes on the man's face instead of... elsewhere.]

[Blade perks up in his own quiet way when he sees Dan Heng standing there, and also that he's made some fruit salad.

... And there are the ears again, along with a tail that is just insistent on wagging. He tries to ignore it.]

Thanks. [He sits on the couch, careful not to invade Dan Heng's space too much, and carefully pops a bite of fruit salad into his mouth.

His eyes widen. He chews and swallows slowly like it's the first bite of real food he's had in a while, which is true. He can't even remember what he ate on the day he died.]

... It's good. [A pause.] Can't remember the last time I ate something like this. [So simple in preparation, but the love is palpable. His heart aches, he realizes, and he swallows another bite with difficulty before putting the bowl down.]

I... don't know where to start.

[He turns in his seat slightly so he's facing Dan Heng. He wants to hold the other man's hand desperately, but he balls his fingers into fists on his thighs instead, not wanting to force anything.]

A bunch of us were taken to some cabin in the middle of nowhere—a world all its own. We were trapped inside a barrier. Someone was sent to contact us... a survivor. He said that we were supposed to be sacrificed to appease some evil gods.

[Blade shakes his head, and falls silent again, not making eye contact.]

[It's... absurdly adorable that Blade's tail wags when he sees Dan Heng. He's trying to ignore what that means, that the taller man is really happy just to see him, but his heart betrays him a little in this regard. It's... nice... to know that just his presence can make someone else happy.

Dan Heng manages a couple bites himself, but as his friend starts talking about what happened, he sets his bowl down. He turns his attention fully onto Blade. His heart clenches both in pain and in something hotter. Angrier. His more draconic instincts, muted as they are, want to growl and curl protectively around his friend. The storm that thrums through his blood responds to that emotion, and it takes a lot for Dan Heng to keep himself under control.

He reaches out to take one of Blade's hands in both of his, and... moves a little closer to him. Dan Heng isn't one for physical affection very much, but he thinks that the other man needs it and he's willing to grant at least some of that wish. That's why he's here.]

You can stop when it's too much, Blade.

[Dan Heng keeps his voice soft and without any of the rage he feels towards these 'gods.' This world that wanted blood and took it from Blade, perhaps even from others trapped there. That this world messed with his memories, making him believe that the missing people were safe just unavailable.]

[Blade makes a little noise of surprise when Dan Heng takes his hand, but he doesn't resist. If anything, his fists relax immediately, and he turns his hand so he can clasp Dan Heng's fingers in return. He'll happily twine them too, if asked, but this... this is enough. More than enough.

(His tail swishes furiously against the couch cushion, giving him away.)]

We didn't have any real weapons on us, and none of our abilities worked. When night fell... That was when all hell broke loose.

There were monsters. Hundreds of them. They tore at the cabin to get to us, and they were stronger than anything I've ever seen. [He grits his teeth for a moment.] I hacked at one with a machete maybe ten or fifteen times, and I couldn't even draw blood. All we could do was run.

And they were hungry. [His red eyes peer up at Dan Heng through his bangs.] ... Like the borisin.

There was something else. Something making us act strangely. Even the beast couldn't overcome it.

I tried to hold the monsters off with fire and buy some time for the others to hide... That was how they got to me.

[He takes in a deep breath, closes his eyes.]

I remembered how he died, the first time. [His voice drops to a whisper.] I felt it all. His anguish. His peace. His... love.

[The last thing he thought of, after all, was...]

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[For now, Dan Heng doesn't twine their fingers. This is enough.

He listens silently, patiently, and tries to keep his calm as Blade tells his story. The former High Elder is reminded of the borisin by the description of the creatures, and he gives a solemn nod when his friend confirms it. It's when Blade describes how he remembered how Yingxing died, his final thoughts, that breaks him for a moment.

Love, huh....]

... Out here, we simply thought you all were out of town or had gotten busy and were unavailable. I even distinctly recall talking to you before your disappearance about taking care of things while you were gone, but... it wasn't until before you texted me that I realized that it was a fabrication. None of that actually happened.

[It's highly disconcerting and it only makes his inner dragon rage even more at this particular, vile Realm, but he keeps it in check for now. Later, Dan Heng is going to need to find an outlet for these emotions and instincts. Right now, though.... He lets go of Blade's hand and opens his arms. A very faint dusting of pink might be seen on his cheeks.]

Come here. You can listen to my heartbeat.

[He's not getting into bed with Blade tonight. That feels too close to taking advantage of the other man's current emotional state. However... he thinks it might be okay if they're out here on the couch, just holding each other. Maybe his presence can chase away the nightmares for tonight.]

[Blade stares as Dan Heng explains.]

You... didn't even know what was happening...

[They fabricated memories. These bastards really just... took them away from their loved ones, and then made it all up. Blade feels something so cold it's red-hot cut slip through his bloodstream, but then he remembers Dan Heng's hands around his own and it reminds him that he's not alone.

... He mourns the loss of that contact inwardly, even as he tries to understand what's being offered to him. A... hug? No, it's—

Oh. Oh.

Blade's cheeks pinken, too, and his ears lower. He can't deny he wants the contact. He doesn't want to be alone, most of all. And even if he were to deny it, his tail is going full speed on the seat cushion behind him.]

If you're sure.

[He moves slowly, carefully, until he can lean in and put his arms around Dan Heng's middle. He rests his head against his shoulder. As promised, he can hear that heartbeat—steady and strong, unyielding, the passionate heart of a dragon. It's warm here, and most of all... it's familiar.

He closes his eyes. He catches glimpses of red maples in the darkness, and ignores them.]

... missed you, [comes the quiet confession.]

[He shakes his head, a bit of that worry and anger slipping through his calm facade.

At least he's helping, though. Blade's tail has been a fantastic indicator of that. When the other man asks for confirmation, Dan Heng simply nods and opens his arms.

The embrace is familiar, somehow. Perhaps he's held Blade or Yingxing like this before. Not that it matters, really. Dan Heng puts an arm around the other man. With his free hand, he starts running his fingers through long, dark hair. Occasionally, he gently rubs Blade's fluffy ears.

His admission of missing the former High Elder is like a small knife in his heart, but he endures.]

... I missed you, too.

[And he has. Even though those memories aren't real, the longing is.]

I'll still be here in the morning, Blade. I promise.

[Blade isn't expecting... a lot of this. The embrace, or how familiar it feels, or how easily he feels himself slipping into slumber. Dan Heng carding his fingers through his hair and rubbing his ears is what does him in.]

I believe you.

... I trust you.

[Just laying here would have been fine, but he relaxes bit by bit, every breath slower and deeper, until he's stretched out along the couch (still clinging, naturally). Every stroke bids him to come undone. Eventually the wagging of his tail slows, and he finally falls asleep.

They can deal with their troubles after the sun rises.]

[As Blade starts to fall asleep, Dan Heng starts to lower himself back onto the couch so that he's also lying down. It'll be more comfortable this way. He tries not to think about what it means to have this trust and belief from the other man, but his heart has always been his biggest traitor.

He sighs softly and closes his eyes as well. Now that the danger has past and the man he has so many tangled feelings for is safe, Dan Heng lets himself relax. Blade, solid and warm in his arms, does a lot to help him welcome the oblivion of sleep quickly, and none of his nightmares bother him, either.

Instead, he can dream of a night that he shares with a man of middle age, silently enjoying each other's company as they drink and gaze at the full moon.]

[For once he's not texting.]

... Let me know when you have a moment to talk. I decided on something.

[Huh. This is unexpected. Dan Heng pauses in his work to give this his full attention.]

I have a moment right now. Would you rather we spoke in person?

I don't want to interrupt your work. I know how busy you are.

[...]

But... I would like to see you.

[He says it with the faintest hint of petulance.]

[... Dan Heng can't deny that he does want to spend time with Blade before he starts really studying for his finals.]

I'm already a week ahead in all of my classes. It won't trouble me at all. Plus... finals haven't started yet, so I'm not objecting to spending time with you before then.

Do you have a place in mind to meet?

[A week ahead, he says, like it's nothing??? Blade has so much awe and respect. And a healthy dose of fear, though he's not sure if it's for Dan Heng or because of him.]

Hm. It is a little cold today. Let's meet inside the café—the good one, not the one with the couch.

[Both is probably best when it comes to Dan Heng.]

Alright, I'll meet you there in a few minutes.

[He's been avoiding the cafe with the couch like it's the plague.

Dan Heng glances at himself in the mirror. His virtual class earlier had wanted everyone to show up in costume, so he's currently in his Imbibitor Lunae form. He considers going back to his normal appearance, but ultimately decides that it's more effort than he's willing to put in for the day.

And that's how he shows up to the cafe. Though, the only new thing is that he's still wearing the bracelet Blade gave him a month ago. It's hard to conceal it when there isn't a sleeve to cover it. Once Dan Heng spots Blade, he heads over to join him and ignores some of the looks he's attracted.]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long.

[Blade is just minding his business, playing on his phone, when a fucking demigod walks in. He looks up idly, his eyes catching the glimmer of gold and—]

[Oh.]

[He stares openly. And stares. And stares. And then realizes belatedly that he hasn't said anything yet. He looks away and rubs at his nose, adjusting his sunglasses, trying to regain his composure. It's a little overwhelming to have both the demon's emotions and his own fighting for dominance in his mind at the moment.

To top it all off, his ears and tail are already visible and doing their thing.]

... It's good to see you.

[He clears his throat and pushes an untouched cup of tea toward Dan Heng. Then he wraps his hand around his own chai.]

I ordered a matcha latte for you. It isn't too sweet.

[... still not making complete eye contact.]

You look stunning. As usual. [ssssssiiiiiiip]

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[Dan Heng looks vaguely confused by the prolonged silence until he remembers that Blade hasn't seen him looking like this in quite a while. That... explains the reaction.]

It hasn't been that long.

[He's trying??? To lighten the mood a little with that tease. The offering of matcha tea does treat Blade to a small, soft smile as he delicately raises the cup to his lips.]

Thank you.

[The Vidyadhara man takes a sip of his matcha and prays that his blush isn't too obvious. The qualifier of 'as usual' does help him better understand what Blade is getting at this time.]

I didn't feel like getting out of... "costume," so to speak. But thank you. [...] You look handsome.

[That's what he's supposed to say, right?????]

Maybe. Time always flows the slowest when I am looking forward to something.

[He's pretty sure he could live off that smile in a barren, miserable winter. The longer Dan Heng sits there, however, the more Blade relaxes. He's blushing faintly beneath his sunglasses, though for this conversation, he decides to finally take them off. His glowing red eyes do make for a spectacle at night, but during the day, it's less obvious.

His lips curve. Hopefully, soon, he won't have this... problem to deal with.]

Sometimes it's easier to let it happen. It's been almost impossible for me to keep my features hidden, and it's been getting worse over time.

[He tries not to think about how much he'd love to see the tail and feel the tail because those thoughts will lead down a particular road and he can't do anything about that right now.

... Wait, did he just get a compliment? Oh no, now the blush is obvious. His ears flatten against his hair.]

—Ah. [He's wearing the sword hair stick, because it's almost Halloween and it feels seasonal. (And also every day, but that's just how he is.)] ... I don't mind putting in a little more effort when it's you.

[That's so embarrassing. But moving on:]

Anyway...

I called you out here because I wanted to tell you about my plans. I don't want any of this to be a surprise.

But good things come to those who wait. Has your patience been rewarded?

[He's glad to see Blade relax more. Seeing his red eyes, Dan Heng does wonder what color they used to be. It's an idle thought that he won't voice, though. Blade is a deadly beauty no matter what.

Dan Heng nods at that.]

The end of October tends to be where I'm at for such things. It tends to be too much effort to keep my original appearance while also focusing on my coursework.

[The flattening ears makes him chuckle quietly; it's a sound that might escape notice amongst the din of the cafe.]

The effort isn't wasted to my eyes.

[The pleasantries are over for now, it seems. Dan Heng gently sets his cup of matcha down and gives Blade his undivided attention.]

Alright, I'm listening.

[The corners of Blade's eyes crinkle. He answers without any hesitation this time:] Yes.

[He looks interested as Dan Heng talks about holding his original appearance. He must have looked like he usually does up until his powers manifested, and now this is his 'true' form... It's a reversal of the truth as Blade remembers it (however vaguely), with the same end result.

No wonder he's so sensitive about his appearance. But Blade has tried to make sure to compliment him since then, because as drop dead gorgeous as Imbibitor Lunae is, that isn't who Dan Heng feels comfortable being.

... That and Blade thinks he's beautiful no matter what he's wearing or how long his hair is, but that's beside the point.

The chuckle makes his ears stand right back up. Rather than acknowledge the compliment, he just. Takes another sip of his chai because he is too flustered to string words together.

A breath. A deep one. Okay. He's ready.]

... As you know, at some point, the demon will steal me into the Spirit Realm. Rather than waiting months or years in paranoia, I'm going to lure out my demon and have it killed. Since I have to use myself as bait, it isn't a foolproof plan. But I'm already being monitored closely by the Black Order as it is, and several people want to help, so I feel that my chances are better than they would be otherwise.

[Dan Heng returns the smile, but it's only for a fleeting second.]

Then all is well.

[It's definitely helped him that Blade does his best to be a little more careful about his compliments on Dan Heng's appearance. One day, he'll be more comfortable with this appearance and more confident in himself. In who he is as a person. That day has not yet come, but Dan Heng feels a little more hopeful about it.

He crosses his arms lightly as his partner talks about his plans for the demon. Dan Heng doesn't like it for what should hopefully be obvious reasons. Still, he does consider this.]

... I can't deny that there's an appeal to taking the fight to the demon rather than you waiting for the inevitable. Or for it to hurt someone before then.

[There's reluctance in his eyes, but also steely determination.]

If you're truly set on this as your course of action, then I must insist on being one of the people to drag you back out. However, you have to promise me two things.

[Dan Heng looks at Blade with almost a challenge in his gaze.]

The first is that you must survive until we can arrive. And the second... that you rest after we rescue you. No smithing until you get the clear from a doctor.

[He knows Dan Heng doesn't like how dangerous it is, but...]

Being dragged into the Spirit Realm is my fate. There is no way that the beast will wait until I die to collect, not with how violent it is... and it wants to hurt other people. I refuse to live the rest of my life in fear of the inevitable.

[There's a similar resolution in Blade's eyes, also. He looks less like the depressed, emotionally dead man who Dan Heng first met, and more like the shade of a fiery blacksmith from another age.]

I am. I'm going to make a pact with Venti in order to do it. If you came to help... it would be dangerous for you moreso than anyone else. You realize that, don't you? It knows who you are, and it despises you.

[He closes his eyes for a moment.]

... Still, I won't tell you not to come. If I lose myself, you are likely the only person who can drag me back out of it. There are places that even healing music and Kafka's words cannot reach, but we've been to those places before.

[He meets that gaze without shying away. The candle-flame in his eyes burns as bright as ever.]

I promise. I'll need to do something with my hands, though, or else you'll wish you'd left me in hell. [He says this with a sharp-toothed grin. He's only half kidding... He really does feel the constant urge to create, and he knows he's a terrible patient because of it.]

[Dan Heng can't deny that it's a good reason to bring the fight to it, even if it means putting Blade in danger. The man has been in danger of this demon since accepting a pact with it, willingly or not.]

Then I won't argue that point any further. You're resolute in this, and that is enough.

[Honestly... he's glad to see this. He's glad to see the real Blade and not the shadow of a dead man. This fire suits the other man far more than the cold, desolate acceptance did.

That said, this reincarnated dragon still has his pride. Dan Heng won't bow to the likes of this demon. That much of Imbibitor Lunae is still alive and well in his latest successor. As such, he lifts his chin up a bit at Blade's words.]

I welcome it to despise me as much as it likes. I hope I'm the last thing it sees. [He then takes a sip of his tea.] But I'll reach out to you. I'm tired of losing you like this.

[Maybe by helping to save Blade in this way, he can prove to himself that it will be different in this life.

Dan Heng scoffs softly, but it's with amusement.]

That won't be necessary. I said you can't smith. That doesn't mean you can't put together a new model. Besides that, even on your sick bed, I don't trust you to properly feed yourself, so I might stay at your place until you've recovered.

[And he casually sips his tea again like this is a normal thing for him. It's very much not, but Blade's bringing out a side of him that he didn't really know had been there.]

[The pride in the dragon's eyes and that arrogant tilt of his head... It's familiar, definitely, but it only makes Blade smile slightly.

I'm tired of losing you like this.

... They really are rewriting destiny, here. And he's determined to do it right this time. This... this is a samsara they can break free of, together. They have to. They need to.]

You won't lose me. Not this time.

[He means it.]

... You would stay?

[His tail wags a little faster. He somehow manages to keep a straight face, and he's definitely ignoring the statement that he can't feed himself.]

[Dan Heng can see that this is a silent promise. He closes his eyes for a moment. If there's one outcome the Vidyadhara man doesn't want to think about, it's failure. This is too important to accept anything other than success.

He opens his eyes and nods.]

Alright.

[Dan Heng smiles slightly and nods again.]

I would, if you'll have me.

[Blade's expression is a little muted, but even so, he's... glad to hear it. A few months ago he was convinced he'd die alone and unknown.

He reaches out, then, and covers one of Dan Heng's hands with his own.]

I won't turn you away.

[His crimson eyes are warm, like embers more than flame.]

... Thank you.

[There's a subtle look of contentment to have Blade's hand covering one of his. Dan Heng's eyes soften somewhat.]

You're welcome.

[He turns his hand so that he can run his thumb over the other man's knuckles. Gentle and soothing.]

Was there anything else you wanted to discuss? [Faintly amused, he adds:] Other than more mundane topics.

[He blushes faintly at the thumb rubbing, a subtle but intimate little gesture.]

... Not really. I just wanted to see you.

[He thinks, I always want to see you. He doesn't say this, however.]

[Blade might not say it, but Dan Heng can absolutely guess that's what he's thinking.]

Mm... I'm sorry you won't see me as much once it gets closer to finals. But I plan on making it up to you afterwards.

[It's the least he can do after basically becoming a hermit after Thanksgiving. Dan Heng might only leave the house for their December date.]

You don't have to 'make up' anything. Your education and your career are important. I would never ask you to choose me over them.

[He didn't ask back then, either. It was a choice that Dan Feng made on his own.]

I will wait as long as it takes. I promised, after all.

[He looks away for a moment.]

... Besides, two degrees? It's impressive... [quietly] and a little hot.

[ASJKAJKSLASJELAJSKLADKLALF]

[He stares at Blade for a long moment, but then he relaxes a little and gives him a small nod. Having his support means a lot, especially for this final hurdle.]

In that case, I'd like to celebrate with you on the last day I have my finals if possible.

[Dan Heng then blinks when he hears that having two degrees is... hot? That's a new one for him. He doesn't really like to brag about it. Not just because he feels like it's in poor taste, but also because he doesn't think it's quite that impressive. He at least knows better than to say that out loud by this point.]

Thank... you? [...] It used to be a dream of mine to work in the Congressional Archives. At least, eventually.

[Blade tries to pretend that his eyes didn't just light up at that. He's a little pathetic and he knows it. ... But his tail is wagging. As always.]

Then we will.

[Dan Heng might be puzzled, but Blade's slight blush says everything. He glances back at Dan Heng.]

Hmm. You would have been great at it. You still could be, but...

I understand our situation doesn't make things easy. And that would be a long commute.

[Dan Heng simply smiles as he sees the way Blade lights up at that. He thinks it's endearing, at least.

The Vidyadhara man gives a slight nod, though he looks down at his tea for a moment.]

Mm... I'm afraid that it's not a career path available to me anyway.

[He thinks for another few seconds before coming to some kind of conclusion. Dan Heng finishes his tea.]

Do you have time for a walk?

[Maybe it seems out of nowhere, but he doesn't want to talk about it in a cafe. He'd rather be outside to tell his partner something this personal. It's more than past time he opens up a little more to Blade, and try to trust him with things like this.]

[Blade tilts his head when he hears that, his ears flopping a little.]

Is that so...

[There's definitely more to the story, here. He takes a long sip of his chai and finishes it as well.]

I do. Let's go, then.

[He gathers their empty cups and pops them into the recycling, and then he steps closer, his bandaged hand not-so-subtly reaching for Dan Heng's own.]

[Stop being so fucking cute, sir.

Dan Heng gets up out of his seat and walks with Blade. As the other man reaches out for his hand, he reaches back to take it and threads his fingers between Blade's. Going out into the autumn chill is refreshing, though he's grateful that being from Boston means he doesn't feel the cold quite as badly. What with having one shoulder bare as it is, as well as some... openings in his shirt.

He doesn't speak for a minute, but eventually he does find his words.]

My parents worked very hard for my little sister and I when they moved here from China. They wanted the best for us, but they also wanted one of us to be a doctor or lawyer. They felt it would be secure as a career, as well as something that would be more rewarding for the hard work put into school.

[There's a subtle squeeze to Blade's hand when he goes quiet for a moment.]

That wasn't what I wanted to do, but my parents had given up much for us and I didn't want to... disappoint them. Plus, I knew that there'd be pressure put on my sister if I didn't. She would've gotten into a big argument with them about it, so I decided to go along with it instead. Try to keep the peace.

What I'm doing now is the compromise we reached. Although I'm not a doctor, a research scientist with a degree in archival sciences does allow me to get into two fields, even if one of them isn't quite as... prestigious as the other.

[Is it any wonder that Blade can't stop staring at him when he's just. Showing skin like that. Goodness. He's very happy about the handholding, though, if the wagging tail wasn't an indication. He's smiling, too, though his eyes are cast downward almost as if he's shy.

He listens attentively, ears turned toward the dragon and his calming voice. This story is one that he's heard before. Blade doesn't remember if he was pressured. He can't see himself as anything but an engineer... Maybe he was lucky in that respect.]

You gave up your dream for them.

[A statement, not a question. He's quiet for a long moment, and then he squeezes Dan Heng's hand in turn.]

Why do I feel like... this isn't the first time you've done this...?

[He shakes his head. Then he tugs Dan Heng off the main sidewalk, and towards a park bench. Somewhere to stand out of the way. He takes Dan Heng's other hand in his, too, and faces him.]

Maybe someone else would tell you that your life does not belong to you alone, and that pursuing your own interests is somehow selfish. Not me. I think you've given up your life for other people from the beginning. Hundreds of times, for your people, for your duty, for the Luofu. How could someone like that be called selfish?

So, this time around...

[He smiles a little, though it's more like a smirk. He's confident in what he's saying.]

... You should be as 'selfish' as you want to be. It's your life. When this is all over, if you want to work in Congress, you should try. If you decide you want to keep traveling the world and see every part of the Spirit Realm, you should do that, too.

I'm willing to bet that no one's ever told you that you're allowed. So I'm telling you instead.

Do what makes you happy.

Mm.

[Dan Heng can only make a soft noise in acknowledgment to Blade's statement. He lets himself be led away to the bench. He lets his other hand be taken and meets his partner's eyes with some curiosity.

It's only in retrospect that he can say he's done this before. Hundreds, thousands of times before. Back then, he hadn't been allowed to feel, let alone dream. His dreams died in childhood for the good of his kin.

And now Blade is asking for him to be selfish. To do what makes him happy, even if it's against his family's wishes. Dan Heng isn't sure he has that strength anymore. When was the last time—?

Ah. He remembers, momentarily. A flash from his life as Dan Feng. Pain and grief. A singular thought:

"Just this once, I want—"

There's pain in his light green eyes, glancing away from Blade for a moment. He squeezes the other man's hands tightly against that echo of pain. Unfortunately, in this life, he's haunted by all of his lives before in a clarity he never had as the previous Dan Heng.

If he's being brutally honest with himself, Dan Heng fears both Blade's untimely death and his own selfish desires. Being selfish hurt the people he loved dearly. Dan Heng has to seriously wonder if he can be trusted to be anything other than selfless.]

I....

[His voice wavers from emotion, and he pauses. He takes a breath in to calm himself, regain his composure. Dan Heng opens his mouth to try again, but his voice catches and he's unable to meet Blade's gaze. So, with a soft sigh, the former High Elder lets go of Blade's hands and embraces him instead. His grip is tight as he buries his head in the other man's shoulder, hiding his face for a moment.]

I can't, [he admits, his voice quiet. Small. Strained.]

[Blade knows exactly what he said, and he doesn't take it back. He can tell from the pain in Dan Heng's eyes that he's thinking of the unfortunate series of events that led to Blade's immortality.

But that was in the past. Blade intends to live this life like he couldn't before, and he wants Dan Heng to, also. Maybe the demon will try now and then to resurface those feelings of anguish and despair and fury, but the other Blade never denied the love, either. They were two sides of the same coin, love and hatred, and at the end of the day he simply felt resignation.

... No. Those events won't come to pass again. They won't.

He accepts Dan Heng into his arms and all but clings right back, covering him in his coat sleeves. If he's not careful he might poke himself on Dan Heng's horns but he's... weirdly used to this? Seems like his body still remembers.]

Okay, [he says simply, as he gently strokes the silky dark hair before him.] Okay.

... I know there are some things we still haven't forgiven ourselves for. Things that are too hard to talk about.

[He still has nightmares about hurting Dan Heng. About the people he killed. He doesn't see their faces all the time, but when he does, he wakes up with an awful pain in his chest and the taste of copper in his mouth.]

But still... we were different people then. You finally have a life free of the politics that ruled your past on the Xianzhou. And I... I have a chance to be free of this madness.

This cycle of misery ends with me. You were the one who convinced me that I could, so I will definitely prove it to you someday. I will.

[He presses a kiss into Dan Heng's hair, and falls silent again.]

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[As much as Dan Heng wants to explain himself, the words simply won't form. He feels too much, and he knows he'll say the wrong thing or explain it in a way that won't make sense because of it. That Blade tells him it's okay and strokes his hair brings him comfort. It makes him relax his grip marginally.

At least Blade understands that this is something he hasn't forgiven himself for and is hard to talk about. Dan Heng's past still has him bound in chains. Though he struggles against them, even he has to yield to the ones that are too strong for him at the moment. If it's even possible to break them.

The High Elder is silent as he listens. He tilts his head slightly into the kiss planted in his hair, but he remains quiet for a few heartbeats longer.]

I... can't trust myself to be selfish yet. Too many had been hurt.

[Too many hurt, and all of them let the blame fall onto Dan Heng's shoulders for Dan Feng's crimes. Even Blade. Even Jingliu. Perhaps even Jing Yuan. No matter who he is or the different person he's become in the next life, that blame follows him as an unwanted shadow. Dan Heng can't dismiss it out of hand entirely... but he also doesn't want to fall into those same pitfalls the previous Dan Heng did.]

But I know you can break free from that cycle. I know you will.

[Never has that been in any doubt. Blade will someday reclaim what he's lost and make his own future.]

I have much to overcome myself. [Dan Heng takes a deep breath and then looks up at Blade's face.] But I will show you that I'm still one of the Nameless at heart. I can still blaze a trail for myself.

[He'll prove that he's just as much a Trailblazer as he is Imbibitor Lunae.]

[They both have so much horrible history following them, and the weight of a negative karma that can be felt in every memory, in every step taken. He would never make light of it. Even so, his dearest wish, he realizes, is for them to just be free. The spirits of Dan Feng, Imbibitor Lunae, and Yingxing, Furnace Master, deserve to be put to rest. And deep down, Blade knows that those two would also want their future incarnations to be happy. It's not something that he's able to articulate at the moment but he feels it strongly.

His hands move upward, sweeping instead up the dragon's slender neck, callused fingertips drawing over his cheeks until he frames Dan Heng's face with his hands. His touch is full of reverence, not violence, and his eyes carry nearly enough warmth to dispel the cold.]

Of course you will, [he echoes with conviction.] Once you put your mind to something, there is no changing it.

Teach me yet again. Show me what it means to carve your own path.

[He leans in and rests his forehead against Dan Heng's, a tiny smile lingering on his lips. He brushes his thumbs beneath the other man's eyes.]

... I am beginning to understand why I fall for you every time.

[He's so beautiful, even when he's telling Blade no.]

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[Dan Heng doesn't pull back or anything like that as he feels Blade's hands go up his neck to his face. His eyes meet the other man's red eyes, seeing their warmth and feeling the reverence in his touch. This is... a lot. It's intense, but Dan Heng doesn't mind it. It takes a great, passionate fire to get through the icy distance he puts between himself and others.

They both wish to be free from their karma, and he can see that in Blade's eyes. His partner saying that there's no changing his mind gets a small smile from Dan Heng.]

What was it you told me? Ah, yes, 'watch me.'

[The Vidyadhara man is a little surprised when his partner rests their foreheads together, but his eyes and the tiny smile captivates him. Blade's words combined with both their proximity and the thumbs brushing under his eyes has Dan Heng blushing lightly. And yet—]

... I see why my heart remembers you every time, even if it takes my mind some time to catch up.

[Blade's a little surprised to hear his words quoted back at him, and then a touch embarrassed, but... his smile brightens, regardless. It's brief, but impossible to miss.]

Yes.

[And he will keep that promise one day. He is certain. He just has to break free of this damn demon first. He puts that out of his mind for now, ignoring the seething of said demon, and focuses on the gorgeous man between his hands.]

... I... I want to kiss you and never stop.

[He settles for kissing Dan Heng's forehead instead.]

But you would probably kill me, so I won't.

[The bright smile is a good look on Blade. A look that Dan Heng's been seeing so much more often these days. He wants nothing more than to make sure that Blade will have even more reasons to smile brightly in the future. For now... it's something he'll commit to memory and put it somewhere safe in his heart.

That gets a quiet huff of laughter from him, and a slight darkening of his blush.]

You can do that once we get home, but not out here.

[Dan Heng hesitates for a moment... and then gives Blade a quick peck to his lips before pulling away.]

That'll have to tide you over until we get back to your place. Unless you have things you need to do at the forge.

Okaaaay... [He sounds petulant, but he isn't serious about it. He's entranced by that blush, and rubs his thumbs over Dan Heng's cheeks again.

Just that little peck gets his tail wagging at light speed again. He lets his partner pull away, though.]

Consider me free. [He hasn't been possessed by a new project yet but now that he's told Dan Heng about his plans, that'll probably be tomorrow.

He twines their fingers together again, and sneaks in a quick kiss to the dragon's fingertips before relenting.]

[Dan Heng isn't sure what the fascination is with his face right now, but he won't ask. He's just entertained by the fact that little gesture of affection has gotten Blade's dog tail to reach new speeds.

The dragon shakes his head with a subtle fondness in his expression. He keeps hold of Blade's hand as they make their way back to the other man's condo.]

So Blade

[Ah.

The day of reckoning has arrived. Dan Heng saves his paper for his marine biology class and... prepares some tea for this text conversation.]

?

What about Blade?

do you like him?

i mean like him.

[There's a suspiciously long pause.]

I'm still working out some of my feelings on the matter.

But I think I can more confidently say yes to that question.

[The sheer, unfiltered delight in Eunie right now, Dan Heng.]

Haha, that's awesome! You guys are able to sort out your shit in this life, cheers!

He likes you a lot too, y'know. The guy really wanted to put in all the effort to get to know you. I mean you you.

[yes she will spill this tea.]

I think that is because we've been able to have an opportunity to talk about it.

[And in this life, Dan Heng got tired of being scared by unhinged stalkers. There'd been one before Blade, and he didn't want to feel that loss of control again.]

Yes, I... got that impression fairly quickly. He's not as subtle as he thinks he is. The dog tail just softens the intensity in a strange way.

I'm still figuring out who I am.

The tail's a real dead give away, innit? It's cute. I told him I'll be rooting for you, so I'll tell you too. You got this, love.

[There's... a delay actually. At that last thing he said. It struck a chord in Eunie. She didn't realize just how deep this was for Dan Heng, but she's felt that a few times. Learning she lived and died once as Eunie, but not as this Eunie.]

I mean... you're Dan Heng, right? Whoever you were before isn't you. Not anymore.

I think someone told me that before. A couple times, maybe. That "you could build yourself however you like." Or that "you write your own story now." I'm still trying to figure it out too. It's easier when it's simple like it sounds... but it's not. I kinda get it, at least a little.

You're right, it's quite endearing. And... thank you.

[Dan Heng feels something... ease a bit to have someone say the obvious. The simplicity of it is validating, in a weird way. Or perhaps it's just weird to him.

Nobody here looks at him and sees Dan Feng first. Nobody here expects him to be Dan Feng, or even the previous Dan Heng. He still feels their shadows over him, the countless Imbibitor Lunaes before him making it an ever deeper darkness to overcome. But... there's a star to keep him company and a solid foundation of stone to keep himself steady. Maybe he can add a clover to keep in his pocket for luck.]

Sometimes it's difficult to keep that in mind, but it helps to hear that from you, Eunie.

Sounds like something my cousin would say. I'm fairly certain he did say that, actually. It's simple in concept and words, but very difficult to act on. There are... too many memories, I suppose.

[There's a little bit of a delay before another text comes in.]

You're Eunie.

I don't know if that helps, but who you are now is the person I see first.

[Eunie didn't have her other selves casting such a dark shadow. But she still wondered about them. Who they were. What they went through. The friends she made that she didn't expect to ever see again but whose memory she still held dear. But that was by her choice, not a desire to be someone she wasn't.

Even if this Eunie... was a lot weaker. She had people to rely on here, so maybe that was okay.]

Yeah, it was him that told me that. And when he did I remembered someone else saying something kinda like it. It really had me thinking, you know? It was true both times. I like to take things at face value, and you can't really get more simple than that.

Especially with how Zhongli likes to go on and on.

[She loves him, really. A short delay of her own.]

You know? It does. Thanks.

[He kind of smiles a little. A win for Eunie.]

Yes, he does like his tangents. Even in letters he was like that, though a bit less than how he can get in person.

I feel like when it comes to situations like these that are complicated, a simple solution is the best course of action to take. It helps to keep the focus on what's important.

[Dan Heng is a little worried he might've overstepped, but he's glad to see that might not be the case.]

You are welcome.

If you need someone to remind you, my door is open.

[Given how little he sleeps, even the weird times of the night will likely get a response from him.]

Exactly, you totally get it. No sense in getting everything muddied up if it don't need to be.

[She even fell into that string. Of dwelling on every what if possible and losing herself to fear.

She laughed to herself. Bleh, what a Taion move her brain pulled last month. If he ever showed up here he better not say shit about that or she'll have the arsehole's head. But well you tend to not be yourself when backed into a corner.]

Hey, right back at you.

[Oh he will be given shit about his sleeping no matter how sweet she was being now. The reckoning cometh, Dan Heng.]

[Dan Heng's reminded of March and the Trailblazer, in a way. It's... comforting.]

Thank you.

[And he means that sincerely.]

[The call comes in unprompted. There’s an edge of strain to Kafka’s voice that’s typically absent.]

It’s Kafka. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what this is about.

[Dan Heng knows it's bad when Kafka has to call him.]

Blade.

[If there's one flaw he's kept across countless lifetimes, it's that he'll do anything to protect the people he loves. Whatever deal he has to make, he'll do.

Besides, he remembers the brief flashes of Kafka helping Blade. He has to put his trust in her right now.]

What do you need? I will help.

In his past life, I used my power to keep it under control. Unfortunately, we don't have that luxury here.

[She's glad, that Dan Heng is in Blade's corner. She's glad this was the case for the Trailblazer, too.]

We team up. If we're both with him, it should keep him grounded.

["Should." She doesn't know if it will work. But it's the best bet.]

[This is a sensible approach to the problem. One that Dan Heng can more easily agree to.]

Alright. If you don't have his address already, I can text it to you. I have regained some of my power, so I believe I can keep him in check if the demon attempts anything.

[If nothing else, he can at least keep himself and Kafka safe.]

I'll head over straight away.

I would appreciate that.

[Kafka doesn't have the full extent of her power, but she'll be able to lend a hand, at least.]

There's something else. Bladie seemed worried--he told us both to run. It might not just be the demon we have to worry about. With the three of us, I'm sure it'll be fine. Safety in numbers, after all.

[Dan Heng texts her Blade's address immediately. When she says there's something else, he listens attentively.]

Hm. We'll need to look at the rest of the post to see if anyone has more information. As it stands, I'm not able to keep my human form. This usually only happens when I'm in a Spirit Realm.

[He's reminded of the reports on Atlantis, which doesn't fill him with good feelings.]

[Hey, Dan Heng. You know how you just be saying shit without context in a text? Well here's context but some rando behind it. Well "rando" but he's the only asshole here with Nope as a username and he seemed to know Something as shown in the "Zodiac" post but he also saw this dude reply to Blade worried and he did not mcfreaking want to deal with Kafka, so.]

You know Blade, right?

[A delay, as he was only working with one hand right now.]

How is he?

[Oh. This is new. Considering this guy knows Blade and seems to be sincerely worried, Dan Heng decides to extend some trust to him.]

Yes, I know him. I'm staying with him at the moment.

He's doing a little better today. Yesterday, he told me he was going to fight my cousin and my second to last past life, and then passed out.

[The look on Dan Heng's face right now as he recounts this.]

[bruh.]

[Geez, he knew the guy was kind of insane but goddamn. Also, "second-to-last past life"? Hello?

Know what? Not his problem.]

Right. Uh-huh. Yeah.

I'm guessing you know about his little "problem". But if he's better... that's good.

He's told me, yes. Not that he had much choice in the matter.

Better but no less a danger to himself and others at the moment. It's why I'm here. To make sure he doesn't lose control.

Alright. Maybe you'll get lucky and he won't lose it but if he does, get the hell away quick.

[Ragna was extremely unaware of who he was talking with and only spoke from the perspective of someone who knew how dangerous demons and spirits were.

Honestly he thinks this guy's just as out of his mind for wanting to trifle with one but they're gonna be trifling until they find a way out either way. Lose-Lose situation.]

I'm used to running away from him.

[There is. No further context to that.]

[????????????????]

what the fu

[that's it that's the end of the text. No wonder this guy knew Blade are they both 50 shades of fucking insane??]

[...?

Is...

Is Ragna asking for context? Dan Heng will assume Ragna is asking for context.]

Suffice it to say, he was a man driven to insanity and chased me across the universe in our past lives.

It was messy, complicated, and there was a lack of communication due to several extenuating circumstances, one of which being the aforementioned insanity.

In this life, we have been much luckier in that we were able to talk things through. He has regained enough of my trust.

[...God. No wonder Blade made a memory at the back of Ragna's mind twitch. Having it spelled out just made the crazed glee echo in his mind.

A voice, from family but not. "Long time no see... BROTHER...!"
Another, from his own mouth but not. "I will NEVER forgive you...!"

Straight out of Jin's mouth... "Jin". Not this life's Jin. He was way too old. Way too confident... and the memory stemmed from so much resentment and hatred. That was not Ragna's little brother. Not "this" Ragna's little brother. But from being driven to madness to lack of communication that Ragna never considered in this life or the last it made him ache.

God, what a stupid bastard this guy. There's a delay longer than normal, he's heard enough he didn't need Dan Heng to go further lest he find how goddamn deep this rabbit hole went.]

Whatever you guys are or do in this life is your problem, not mine. If the guy's got someone around to keep his head on straight that's all I need to know.

[Hm....]

Noted.

[Dan Heng's so good at this. Good talk, boys, good talk.]

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[Good talk.

But it was a genuine load off his back.]

[Today has been a long, long night. He still looks like he came down a chimney upside down and then got shoved into a dryer, but that doesn't stop Blade from stripping his coat and shoes when he and Dan Heng walk into his condo.]

Somehow the yokai didn't break in. [He eyes the appliances in his kitchen from around the corner.] Doesn't look like anything moved, either.

[He stifles a yawn and realizes he's more tired than he thought. Maybe some... food will help...]

... Let me clean up and I'll make something.

[Dan Heng is also tired from the battles and nonstop stress, but it's not on the same level as Blade's. That said, he hasn't changed to his human form. It's just too much energy to keep it up, and so he remains as Imbibitor Lunae.

As they step inside, he slips off his boots and goes to put on the slippers he's left in Blade's condo. He hums softly in acknowledgement as he notes that the place hasn't been broken into, which is a blessing. Though, when his partner says that, Dan Heng decides that it's time to have the man pay an overdue price. He reaches down, takes one of his own slippers, and lightly swats Blade's shoulder with it. His mother would've been far less gentle about it, but Dan Heng isn't her.]

That was for scaring me with that explosion.

[His tone is stern as he then puts on his slipper and steps further into the condo.]

I'll make something. You clean up. The Shadow's dominance may have weakened me, but not enough to where I can't make food for both of us.

[He steps in front of Blade for a moment; his light green eyes gaze up at his face. Dan Heng hesitates only for a second before putting a gentle hand on Blade's sooty cheek. His voice softens as he says:]

You have have done above and beyond enough, Yingxing.

[Once again, Blade yelps, this time at the slap of the slipper. It's not as hard as he's expecting, but he can't say he's too surprised by it either.]

... I'm sorry for worrying you.

[He's not trying to look like a kicked puppy but the ears are doing him no favors. Blade watches Dan Heng make his way further in, feeling a little helpless (and maybe also hopeless).]

You always take care of me. [He closes his eyes for a moment, and leans into the gentle hand on his cheek. His voice is a little rough.] I don't want you to resent me for it.

[In this life and the last, he fought and fought and fought so he wouldn't be a burden to anyone.]

[His heart breaks a little at the admission. He rubs his thumb gently under Blade's cheek, but then his hand slips through his hair and starts gently scratching behind his fluffy ear.]

And you also take care of me. Neither of us can be strong and capable all the time.

[Dan Heng sighs softly. Even in this life, they're both continuing to be strong as if they're alone. A habit that's annoyingly hard to break for various reasons, with Dan Heng's being that his pride sometimes balks at the idea of not being strong enough to handle things on his own.]

But you just came out of a mech that exploded with you in it and fought off what must've been an army of demons. I did not have to use as much of my power as I thought I would, and I am happy to take the burden of cooking a meal off of your shoulders. [He pauses, and then uses his cloudhymn to hover just high enough so that he can rest his forehead against Blade's. His voice grows softer.] However, if you feel that strongly about it, then we can both cook.

[Blade makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whine and he doesn't even care because the affection is what he needed after today. That was a rough fight. For both of them. But they fought for their home, and that's what's important. Everything else... can be dealt with later.

He reaches up with his tired hands to gently caress his partner's cheeks, stroking all the way back to his pointy ears, and then forward again to his jaw and neck.]

All right... you can cook this time. But I'll do the dishes after.

[He presses a kiss to Dan Heng's nose, and adds:]

I'll admit, I'm starting to feel it.

[Dan Heng resists the urge to coo when he hears that whine. Instead, he just reaches up with his other hand to scratch behind Blade's other ear, too. When Blade returns the affection, his eyes flutter closed for a brief second and his shoulders seem to relax a little.]

Okay.

[He smiles a little and presses a kiss to Blade's cheek. With a little reluctance, the High Elder pulls away and lowers himself back down to the ground.]

Then be a good boy and wash up.

[Dan Heng heads into the kitchen. They're not done, really, with this conversation, but he's waiting until they settle in with their meal to get into it. And Blade deserves to have a shower to feel human again.]

[He wishes he could linger in this affection forever. He makes a mental note to lavish more loving affection and attention on Dan Heng when he's out of the shower, because it's obvious that he's as touch-starved as Blade himself.

Blade's ears immediately perk up and his tail starts going insane at that phrase. It... takes a moment for his brain to catch up.]

Hold on—

[But then he's gone, leaving Blade blushing hard and wanting to hide his face in his hands... He does this for a moment, sucks in a breath, and then walks into his bedroom to scream into his shower about it.

He reemerges about fifteen minutes later. He's wearing long sleeves and stretchy pants, and he took a quick shower. Overall he looks refreshed, but he's wincing a little as he stands in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing his side.]

[Dan Heng has no idea what he's done to Blade by saying that to him. It'll probably happen again.

He makes them both a quick stir-fry with rice. The High Elder moves about with an ease of knowing where Blade keeps everything in his kitchen, and he's quite skilled in tossing the ingredients through the soy sauce and oil. Dan Heng senses his partner's presence, but doesn't let that distract him from plating their food nicely.]

We should possibly sit at the table instead of the couch. Not to put too fine a point on it, but we're less likely to nod off into our plates that way.

[Blade isn't even sure he wants to explain. Worse is that he thinks Dan Heng finds the dog thing cute and Blade can't help but encourage that because he loves the attention. It's a bit too much to unpack right now, covered in bruises as he is.]

That's fine with me. I almost fell asleep in the shower. [He pours them both some weak iced tea, and sets it on the table along with chopsticks.]

Thank you for the food.

[He makes his way back over to Dan Heng so he can kiss his cheek, and then he'll sit down.]

[Dan Heng instinctively leans into the kiss to his cheek, though he blushes lightly. In this particular moment, he feels like a housewife suddenly.]

... You're welcome.

[Don't mind him. He's feeling a little shy. The High Elder takes the plates and sets them at the table before taking his seat, too. Dan Heng takes a few bites of food in silence for a moment before glancing at Blade. His favoring of one side hasn't escaped his notice.]

Yingxing. [Shit, he says that before he can really think of how he wants to word this. Dan Heng sighs softly, annoyed at his own weakness, but decides to roll with it instead.] ... I know you don't need any more harping on the matter, but... I worry that one day you're not going to have your regenerative powers to save you from situations like that. Dan Feng once had the power to heal with his cloudhymn. However, that power wasn't passed on to me.

[It's hard to say if Blade had that information already in their past lives, but he needs to be honest about it now with him, just in case. The fact this power has eluded him in this life as well... saddens him. With healing magic, that would've been another way he could help protect the people he loves.]

Hm?

[He lets go of his side when he hears his name, like a child being caught picking at a bandage. But Dan Heng has something important to say, and Blade absorbs it quietly. He sets his chopsticks down.]

... Because of my plan, you mean.

[Dan Heng has a point. If Blade continues being reckless like this when he doesn't have powers, he's almost sure to repeat the disaster that led to the his first death.

Blade closes his eyes for a moment, and takes in a breath.]

I... didn't realize how much worry you must feel watching me. You were never my backup plan, it's just... I should have died so many times, I suppose I take it for granted.

[He should know better.]

I've been reckless in every memory I have, in every life, but I don't want that to be something that hurts you, too.

[Dan Heng's quiet as he listens to Blade. After a moment of hesitation, he puts down his chopsticks and reaches out to gently place his hand on top of his partner's.]

I took someone for granted once. I thought he would be a constant presence in my life. [As he speaks, his tone is quiet and... has an undertone of sorrow and regret.] Now, he's gone. He was a steep cost to learn this lesson.

I don't want to take you for granted, too, especially with power like this. I don't want to hurt you like that.

[Blade's fingers twitch beneath Dan Heng's hand, until he turns his palm over so he can hold the Vidyadhara's hand. He feels his cheeks pinken and ignores it, just like he's ignoring the slow swish of his tail.

This... isn't about him. Dan Heng is talking about someone he knew, not a phantom from his past life.

Blade listens.]

... I'm sorry you lost him.

[Whoever he was, friend or family, he was obviously very dear to Dan Heng.]

I don't know if you could ever make me feel that way. I'm... grateful that you think of me at all. [It sounds a little pathetic when he says that out loud.] You've only ever made me feel... cared about, in this life. Even when I didn't understand it at all.

[He takes a deep breath.]

... Dan Heng. I can't promise that I won't ever take risks. I know the kind of person I am, and I won't hesitate if it's something I know I can do.

[...]

But I can be a little more careful. I need to learn how to fight with my own strength, rather than depending on anything the beast has given me. If that means letting you fight for me sometimes, I will simply have to get over it, or else find a different way to help.

[Dan Heng looks down and threads his fingers between Blade's, squeezing his hand unconsciously. His shoulders seem to slump a little, as if he carries a great, invisible weight. He shakes his head, but it's such a small gesture that he'd be forgiven for missing it.]

No matter how grossly misled he'd been, it was... still his choice. All I have left are memories... and regrets.

[He shakes his head again, more firmly this time.]

... But that is neither here nor there.

[The Vidyadhara looks up at Blade. His calm expression doesn't reveal anything obvious, but he does understand. They're both similar in this regard. It just comes from different places.]

As long as you're a little more careful, that will be enough. I won't like the recklessness and risks you take, but I also can't imagine you being anything else, either. I'll manage.

[But at least Blade won't go treating death like it doesn't apply to him. Whether it's true or not is irrelevant in the face of something taking that power away from Blade in a critical moment. The cabin incident is immediately brought to mind.]

That said... [He smiles. Soft and small.] I would've cared even if we didn't have this.

[Speaking of not having something. Dan Heng suddenly looks a little guilty.]

I also need to apologize. About the bracelet you gave me.

Dan Heng...

[He had no idea. He really... had no idea. It seems they still have a lot to learn about each other. He squeezes the dragon's hand in return, trying to be comforting-- trying to remind him that Blade is still here.]

We will work it out. [A promise to himself, or perhaps to Dan Heng. They don't have to make the exact same choices they made in their last lives. In this one, Blade has chosen cooperation. Communication, even when it's difficult. He's chosen love.]

Heh... That's right. [That small smile is worth everything, even the bruises he's feeling right now.] I think you cared even when I couldn't see it. [If you wish, I'll see it through to the very end.

... When did Dan Heng say that...?

He pulls himself back to the present.]

The bracelet? [Blade shakes his head.] You didn't have it when you told me about the snake demon's weakness, so I assumed that you had traded it. If that's what happened, then it served you well.

[He smiles a little, as always a touch confident.]

I will make you another one—a better one. That was always the plan if you lost it for whatever reason.

[It helps to have this subtle reminder. Blade will be here when he's ready to talk about it, much like... a lot of things in Dan Heng's life. He's a solid, steady presence, if a bit fiery about it sometimes.

He scoffs gently at that, amused.]

Can you see it now?

[The faraway look is a familiar one. Not to his past life, necessarily, but in this one. One people tended to get when they remembered a fragment of their previous life. Since it doesn't seem to be a bad memory, Dan Heng won't ask about it.]

... They wanted something that was important to me as a trade for the information. So... yes, the bracelet was the price I paid.

[Blade's smile and easy forgiveness do much to help lessen the guilt. Giving it up hadn't been easy for Dan Heng precisely because he cherished it so much. Yet, hearing that plan earns a quiet chuckle.]

Quite the challenge you've set up for yourself, considering I never stopped wearing it. We'll see if you can surpass it.

[Dan Heng knows that Blade can absolutely do that, but playfully framing it like this feels more like what his partner wants.]

[What else can one expect from a blacksmith, really?]

Yes. [His tone is full of warmth and fondness.

Dan Heng almost sounds like he's daring Blade. He knows him well by now; Blade always wants to do better, work faster, and spurring him on is as easy as reminding him of that.]

If I have my way, the yokai will want the new one, too.

[He finds himself leaning in slightly...]

What if I enchanted it so no one could ever steal it?

[To a lesser man, Blade's tone would've melted him into a puddle, but Dan Heng is not a lesser man. He's certainly not immune to it. However, the Vidyadhara meets it in his own quiet way.]

Good.

[The High Elder pretends to consider it. It's ruined by the small smile he's not even fighting to keep off his expression.]

I would not say no, but they didn't technically steal it from me in the first place. What will you do if I must give it up again?

[It's both a tease and a real question. Not that Dan Heng will ever give up Blade's gifts to him without agonizing over the decision. Granted... as long as it doesn't cost him his partner, a bracelet here or there is worth the price.]

[Despite the challenges of the day, Blade is... happy like this. Happy that they have this. A not-so-small part of him is pleased to have Dan Heng's smile shining on him.]

Well...

[His smile grows.]

It could be something that only I could ever take off.

[Why does he have to make it sound so dirty.]

I could even make it a ring.

[BLADE.]

[This sounds... so... sexual, suddenly.]

[Wait a—a ring?

Dan Heng's first thought is definitely not a ring that's put on someone's finger, and so he gets a very impressive red blush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.]

[And then he puts his face in both of his hands as he realizes that Blade probably didn't mean that kind of ring but the other kind of ring and—

Please kill him. Both rings are embarrassing for different reasons.]

You... are impossible.

[Blade watches this face journey in real time, and he realizes a little late that Dan Heng might have been thinking about something else. Still, it gets him to crack up. He doesn't do that often.]

You're so cute.

[It just kind of slips out but hey, he's not taking it back.]

I'll just make a bracelet for now, and we'll see how it goes. All right? I don't want to make you feel forced into anything.

[He glances away for a moment.] ... I like wearing a reminder of you, and I want you to have that option, if you want it... [Without the matching earrings, which comes with their own baggage.]

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[Now he's being called 'cute.' There are only two people in the entire universe who can get away with calling Dan Heng that to his face, and one of them is Blade.]

Only to you.

[Which, honestly, Dan Heng is more than fine with. He's just not going to admit that!]

... I think a bracelet suits me best, at least for now. I'm afraid necklaces that are too long might get caught in something.

[It's also one other reason he prefers to keep his hair short when he's human. Lab safety and lower maintenance are his top compelling reasons.

Oh. That reasoning is really sweet, though. Dan Heng will have to keep that in mind. He reaches out to rest his fingers on Blade's cheek.]

I do want that. Honestly, it's nice to wear something that you made for me. I understand that you don't rest on your laurels and always strive to improve, but that's why your crafts have always been worthy of me. Whether it's the pinnacle of your work or not up to your standards, that will always be true.

You deserve to hear it more often.

[Dan Heng is a very beautiful man and Blade isn't afraid to remind him of this fact.]

Ah, yes... Necklaces are no good for hands-on work. [It doesn't stop him from wearing the occasional choker, but nothing longer than that, lest he lose it to the saw.

His lashes flutter at the touch to his cheek. As always, he stills, and listens.]

I can't think of anyone else I'd want to wear them, [he murmurs. His cheeks are rapidly heating up. He peers at Dan Heng through his dark bangs.] ... Perhaps one day I'll come up with something that I can wear that says I'm yours.

[He glances away shyly.]

I'll leave that to your judgment.

[Dan Heng nods at Blade's statement. At least his partner gets it, though he does quietly admire the fact that Blade keeps his hair long regardless.

It does amaze him that a light touch is enough to get the other man's full attention. A small part of him is a bit shy and self-conscious about that. Then, Dan Heng's smile widens just a tiny fraction.]

I look forward to that day. [The Vidyadhara takes his hand away.] Finish eating, and then we can move to the couch.

[Blade would let Dan Heng touch his face all day if he wanted. But they are eating and that is a bad idea. Still, the way that smile brightens a little... he could live off that, he thinks.]

I could always get another tattoo, [he says, chasing some rice around his plate.] Dabi does good work.

[The sword and spider lilies on his back are very intricate, and he very much likes them, even if he knows now that the sword was the one he was killed with... It's fine. He doesn't hate the sword.

Anyway, he's not going to idle after an offer of cuddles. Blade wastes no time making the rest of his food disappear.]

[Dan Heng hums softly at that.]

You have a tattoo? [He's not surprised; that seems like Blade's speed, after all, but he is curious.] ...Are you certain you want something of me that permanent?

[There's no judgment in his voice as he asks that last question. It's more like he's asking to make sure Blade's fine with that. Still, the High Elder finishes his food and takes their plates to the sink. As promised, Dan Heng won't wash them. He heads over to the couch in the living room. All things considered, they're probably going to fall asleep here, but that's a price worth paying.]

[Blade usually keeps his clothes on in Dan Heng's presence so he's not surprised he hasn't caught a glimpse of it before.]

I do. I can show you when we're done.

[BLADE DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT SOUND SO DIRTY.]

What kind of question is that? You have left a permanent mark on my heart. Why should my body be any different?

[He'll do dishes after the food settles. For now, he follows Dan Heng back into the living room, tail slowly wagging all the while. At first opportunity, he takes one of Dan Heng's hands and leans in to give him a gentle kiss.]

[Dan Heng raises an eyebrow at that. While it sounds dirty coming out of Blade's mouth, he doesn't get the sense that's what his technically-boyfriend means.]

I'd love to see it.

[He gives Blade a look.]

Because you have continued to give me the impression that you're impulsive and spontaneous in your decisions.

[Just saying. Regardless, Dan Heng will return the kiss with equal tenderness. It's nice to have this simple gesture of affection to reaffirm to each other that they're both okay. He reluctantly breaks it after a moment so that he can sit down comfortably on the couch. The Vidyadhara isn't about to drag Blade with him, though he keeps holding his partner's hand as he uses his free hand to make sure he doesn't sit on his hair.]

[He makes everything sound flirtatious, it's just how he is. He always wants to be near, always wants to be as close as he can get away with. It was something he resisted at first, but Blade has since wholeheartedly thrown himself into this new-old love.]

I can be impulsive and also correct.

[The arrogance. Honestly...

He follows Dan Heng in sitting on the couch, though he's a little less careful about his hair. Blade's used to it getting everywhere. He has much less volume than Dan Heng, so it just kind of flops everywhere unless he has it done up.]

When I first moved to Kaisou, I had the strangest dreams. I still have them sometimes, though they've grown clearer. I drew up a tattoo idea based on what I saw, and had the tattoo done because it felt very important to me.

[Blade lets go of Dan Heng so he can grasp the edges of his own shirt and pull it over his head. Then he moves his hair in front of his shoulder and shifts to give Dan Heng a view of his back. It's scarred to hell, there's no doubt. There are burn marks, shrapnel scars, and faded but still present lacerations... But on top of it all is a vibrant, striking picture of the Shard Sword (unbroken) entwined with red spider lilies and their long fingery petals, resting between his shoulder blades.]

If you say so, Yingxing.

[This is not a battle Dan Heng can ever win. Though, he's not about to bring up that he's been more right than Blade. It's fine. The only one keeping track is the other man anyway.

He's not surprised that this means Blade has to be shirtless, really. He's just glad that it's not the pants coming off. Still, this is the first time the former High Elder is getting a good look at him. His eyes look over the myriad scars that mar Blade's skin, telling quite the story of his life. This... puts much into context for him.

With a slight bit of hesitation, Dan Heng reaches out to gently touch one of the shrapnel scars. Silent, nonjudgmental, gentle. Reverent. He then moves his attention to the tattoo that adorns Blade's back. It's beautiful, and the unbroken sword brings to mind a flicker of memory. The Shard Sword, but... almost wrong. Dan Heng has to reflect for a moment before realizing that in Dan Feng's memories, this is correct. Yet the previous Dan Heng knows this to have been... broken. Shattered and reforged.

He trails his fingers over the long petals of the spider lilies.]

Beautiful.

[It's hard to say whether he's talking about the tattoo or Blade. Another second of hesitation, and then he presses a brief butterfly kiss to his partner's shoulder. When he speaks up again, his voice is quiet and gentle:]

... I'm glad you're here.

[If Dan Heng isn't right about something it's only because he doesn't know about it, or it's not his expertise. But Blade is fine with that.

Blade shouldn't have lived through the accident that changed the course of his life forever. That much is evident from the scars alone. He's not self conscious about them because he's ashamed, but rather because he knows that the obvious maiming of his body makes other people uncomfortable. He's seen others flinch and recoil in real time.

Dan Heng, however, has seen his arms. Perhaps he even left a few scars in his past life, though Blade has long since stopped counting. Blade trusts him without question or hesitation, though sitting like this with his hair pulled away from his neck feels so... vulnerable, and he's not entirely sure why.

He sucks in a soft breath at that first tender touch, his ears pinning against his hair. Oh. That's... more sensitive than he was expecting, but not in a bad way. Suddenly, Blade feels himself blushing all the way to his shoulders. This only gets worse at the compliment. He swallows hard, but the shiver is tangible.

It isn't often that Dan Heng makes him speechless, but here he is struggling anyway. He turns his head as if he could catch a glimpse of Dan Heng out of his peripheral vision, and reaches around to gently set a hand on his knee.]

I am, too. I would be lost without you.

[Dan Heng notes the impressive blush, but makes no comment on it. He can understand that this is quite vulnerable for Blade, and he wants to respect that. Maybe when they're more comfortable he'll make it more light hearted. For now, it's a little intense, but Dan Heng doesn't mind that.

His expression is a touch distant, but in a melancholic way. Yet, when Blade turns to try to glimpse his face, he brings his gaze to his partner's red eye. Dan Heng's quiet for a moment. Then, he rests his free hand on the other man's. This suddenly feels very intimate, but... he doesn't want to shy away from that right now. So, instead, he meets it by pressing his lips to the nape of Blade's neck while wrapping both of his arms around his waist. The Vidyadhara rests his forehead between his partner's broad shoulders.

He doesn't have words at the moment. Honestly, Dan Heng doesn't think there are any that he can possibly say right now. So he lets his actions and affection speak for him. That he's glad Blade lived. He's glad they have this third chance, that nothing hurt Blade so much that his heart got buried beneath the pain.]

[Blade's breathing slows, betraying him, even as his heartbeat quickens. Such is the paradox of being close to someone he loves. His heart can do all sorts of flips and jumps in his chest, but overall he's... content. Really, he could gaze into those eyes forever if Dan Heng let him.

The lips on the back of his neck earn a soft noise (don't call it a squeak). He leans into Dan Heng and covers the dragon's arms with his own.

... He could say something, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment. It's soft and sweet, and he understands what Dan Heng is trying to say even if he doesn't use words.

Every time Blade thinks he can't love this man more than he does, he finds a way.]

[As Blade leans into him, Dan Heng shifts so that they're both comfortable. He's content to hold the other man like this. A warmth is in the silence that falls over them. He takes a deep breath in before moving again. This time, he's leaning back to lie down with Blade on top of him. The Vidyadhara doesn't speak up until they've both gotten comfortable in this new position.]

... I hope you don't mind if I sleep here with you.

[Blade doesn't resist. He lets Dan Heng shift them around so they're laying down together. They've done that a lot on this couch, and it never fails to make Blade feel secure. He curls up a little despite being the taller one, his tail swishing contentedly over the couch cushion. It might be a little distracting. Sorry, Dan Heng.]

You say that like I don't want to spend every minute of my day with you.

[He finds a bit of Dan Heng's hair and brings it to his lips so he can kiss it.]

You will always be welcome here. No matter what the roommate thinks.

[It's a little distracting, but Dan Heng is used to it in a way. He likes Blade's dog tail. As his partner curls up more in his arms, the Vidyadhara holds him more securely and kisses his neck. He scoffs softly in amusement, though there's a blush across his cheeks at his hair being kissed.]

I can picture your ideal now. Working in your forge on a new project while I'm doing work on my laptop nearby.

[He would never make Blade choose between his love of being a craftsman and Dan Heng.]

Mm... then I will try to keep that in mind.

[Dan Heng doesn't want to overstay his welcome, even as a partner, but he recognizes that saying that to Blade will open up... quite a conversation. He doesn't have the emotional bandwidth for that at the moment, so he will let it go.]

Ah...

[It's hard to resist the warm arms and the kisses, not that he's done a very good job of that up until now anyway. His ears wriggle in a way that gives away how much he likes the affection.]

I don't have to be in the forge all the time. Sometimes it's nice to just lean on you while we both read. Even if I'm working on my next design, it's... nice.

[Ah, nerd love.]

I'm...

[He lets go of the hair he captured, and squeezes one of Dan Heng's hands instead.]

Thank you for being here.

[When Blade says thank you to Dan Heng, though, it usually means those three words instead.

He really does love this man.]

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[Dan Heng's warm chuckle is low and quiet. Whether it's at what Blade's said in objection or the wiggling ears, it's a bit hard to say.]

I enjoy watching you work. Whether it's designing your next project or in the forge itself.

[He does like it when they read together and have that quiet moment to themselves. He just also likes to watch Blade hammer away on his latest creation.

The Vidyadhara is a little surprised, but he squeezes Blade's hand in return.]

I'm happy to be here.

[His voice is soft and quiet. They aren't the words either of them want to say or hear, but it's good enough for now. They can feel it.]

[Now that earns quite the blush.]

You do?

[Oh... this is... something that might have carried over from their last incarnations, and he is just now realizing it.]

... Should come by more often, then. I don't mind.

[His tail's wagging is not slowing. If anything it's only increasing. Dan Heng's tone is so soft and warm, like a hug all on its own. Blade's heart feels full to bursting with affection.

He lifts Dan Heng's hand to his lips and kisses the back of his palm, and he says nothing more, but simply soaks in the love he's feeling.]

[Seeing that blush, Dan Heng can't help himself. He kisses Blade's cheek. The man is disarmingly cute.]

I do, and perhaps I should. Certainly I will after finals are done. You shine there as beautifully and brightly as a star.

[Blade's tail seems to be reaching warp speed, which is absolutely adorable. He does blush when his partner kisses the back of his hand, but only shifts a little bit more to make them both comfortable. Dan Heng's happy to fall silent, maybe even fall asleep. The Vidyadhara is content, happy, in this moment of open and warm affection.]

[Mikleo sends over a link to the Zodiac post.]

Come collect your man. He's doing things.

[There's a pause before Dan Heng answers.]

He's always doing things.

I'll handle him.

[Attached is a picture of a Rice Dumpling eating leaves off a park bench.]

Congratulations on being a parent, by the way. Usually couples wait a few months before moving in together and adopting children, but I'm happy for you.

[Dan Heng wants to become a hermit in the woods. Why is this happening again?!]

...

No.

Hm... I'm having déjà vu.

But that is not my child. If it was... [He sends a photo of a Mikleo-themed mochi cat. It's just napping away in a corner between some bookshelves in the college library.] Then you have some explaining to do with Rosewood.

ET TU BRUTE

Okay, point taken.

It's not a contest, but if it was, mine would be the fluffiest.

With the volume your hair has, I would be shocked if it wasn't.

Yes, and?

It takes a lot of time to get my hair looking like this.

I can't relate.

You can't relate now. Next time I see you with long hair I'm teaching you how to properly take care of it.

It's fine the way it is.

[He says that, but Mikleo is one of two people in the multiverse who is allowed to touch his hair and style it if he wants to.]

Sure, you can use 3 in 1 for the rest of your life, but once you feel the silkiness of a good shampoo and conditioner... you won't ever go back.

It's like a spa day for your scalp.

I'll convert you yet.

I'm still waiting for that day, but maybe you'll succeed this time.

You're one good hair massage away from sleeping like a sudsy baby. I guarantee it.

I'll take your word for it.

[Mikleo receives 5 Stellar Jades for today.]

[An appointed time.

When the moon is high.

An appointed place.

The duck pond where they had their first sort-of date.

The terms in the note were clear despite being written in blood. Perhaps that made them more like a contract.

'Blade', or rather the creature that has taken him over, waits by the surface of the water. He cuts an eerie silhouette, wearing neither the trenchcoat that Blade prefers nor his old armor from his past life. He wears, instead, a full black suit, because demons all dress like Lucifer apparently.]

[Dan Heng doesn't hesitate to leave for this meeting. He knows his friends will be upset and cross with him, but... Yingxing is in danger. He has to at least try.

When the man arrives, he's hardly even winded from his sprint to the duck pond. Cloud-Piercer is already in hand. He stops far away from 'Blade'—no, Mara. Though he's in a relaxed stance and the point of his spear is pointed to the ground, that doesn't mean Dan Heng won't be ready to defend himself.

It's so eerily familiar. Yet another repeat of their previous lives. Yet another event in this hellish samsara they're currently trapped in.

Dan Heng will make sure it ends differently this time. They'll make a new samsara if they can't free themselves from it.]

Well? I'm here, 'Blade.' Or should I call you Mara?

[The grin that splits Blade's face is definitely not... entirely human. Nor is his body language. It's completely different from Blade, his hands behind his back, even as he leans in a little... Like a creature playing at being human.]

Everything he has is mine now.

[He lifts his chin. His eyes are still all black, and there isn't even a hint of the crimson glow that Blade usually has.]

His power. His body, so robust. His hands, so talented.

[He holds out his hand and summons the Shard Sword.]

His blade, remade.

And now you, his greatest treasure.

[He sneers.]

You brought your weapon. Good. I want this to be long and painful for you both. Ah, love is truly sweet.

Die on your feet or on your knees, Imbibitor Lunae. It makes no difference to me.

[That's the only warning Dan Heng gets before the demon lunges with his sword, using the wind to augment his speed far faster than a normal person's.]

[Dan Heng's eyes narrow slightly as he sees that maniacal grin split Yingxing's face. His body tenses and the storm roiling underneath his skin grows stronger. The dragon lurking within wishes to be unleashed. It wishes to take back what is rightfully his. Dan Heng's will is stronger than his instincts, though, and so he controls himself.

Even though his hackles rise as Mara begins to speak. A low growl is unintentionally made when Mara speaks of Yingxing's talented hands, remembering how they'd been damaged to the point where he couldn't smith again.

How unfortunate for Mara that Dan Heng is now able to match his speed. He parries with his spear.]

The only one who will be on his knees—

[He uses his gravity manipulation to suddenly make the sword lighter for a brief moment. Dancing away from Mara to put some distance between them, he finishes:]

—Will be you when I break you!

[With a burst of unexpected speed, Dan Heng flies at Mara and thrusts his spear four times in rapid succession, aiming for his arms and legs rather than vital organs. He knows that a drawn out battle will favor Mara, and so he tries to get an advantage by slowing him down.]

[He's not expecting the gravity manipulation, and the parry ends with Mara being thrown back a bit. He looks confused, and then a little annoyed.]

Break me? [He laughs again, crazy and dark and disturbed.] I'd like you see you try. You think yourself a god?!

[He's not expecting the speed but he doesn't fight like it matters. He manages to keep up and parries all but one of the blows, the sickening karma wind augmenting his speed.]

So cruel, so calculated! I can believe that you had practice. You enjoy this, don't you?

[He raises his arm and slices it open on the blade. Wind gathers around it, causing it to glow crimson at the tip.]

Did you know that Little Yingxing begged me to spare your life?

[There's a sharpness to Dan Heng's blue eyes. An intensity of focus centered on Mara and this fight. In stark contrast to how dark and disturbed his opponent is, Dan Heng stands tall, a pillar of calm light in this darkness. Yet that calmness should never be mistaken as passivity.

His movements are swift as the wind and graceful as a willow tree. A hundred lifetimes of honing his skill with the spear has made these moves deeper than muscle memory. They're within his very soul. He doesn't answer Mara's demand of whether he thinks he's a god. This isn't a sincere question, after all.

Neither does he answer the question of if he enjoys this. Dan Heng has the serenity of the moon; beautiful, bright, and distant. Like this, he has control. He will not kill again without the intent to do so from the start.

His eyes narrow as he sees this familiar gesture. It's not complete, not like how it was in their past lives, but it's still similar.]

Hmph, and I'm certain you would never agree to such a thing. One such as you isn't worthy of fighting me as Imbibitor Lunae.

[He even lifts his chin up in pride and derision, looking down on Mara despite being shorter than Yingxing.]

You've never had Yingxing!

[Dan Heng rushes at Mara again like an incoming wave and channels lightning into Cloud-Piercer's blade. The smaller man jabs at his opponent in such quick succession that one would be forgiven for mistaking his spear as a star shower. With thanks to the jade ring Yingxing gave him, he's much stronger at night than he would normally be.]

[Despite Mara keeping an eye on what Blade was doing, this gift went unacknowledged like many things. Blade is always working on something or another, giving his lover and his friends trinkets to protect them, to remind them that they are precious. But this one had been enchanted by a different party, and thus Mara didn't know.

Dan Heng stands proud and bright like the moon and it pisses Mara off. He meets him again, expecting another flourish of the spear, but instead he's greeted with a burst of lightning that scorches him from head to toe. He roars with pain, but the edge of it is taken by more laughter. He counters with a punishing hurl of his sword that pierces the very air in an explosive fashion.

Pierce the dragon's heart. Pierce it for victory.

But just as it's about to leave his fingertips, a familiar crimson glow returns to his eyes. It takes all of Blade's power to force the sword's unerring aim lower. If it hits, it might still run Dan Heng through, but it shouldn't be fatal.

Mara hisses and stumbles.]

Damn you both!

[The roar of pain is satisfying, even if it stabs into Dan Heng's heart because it's Yingxing's voice. Borrowed, stolen yet still his.

This moment seems to slow down in his perception. The thrown sword calls to mind a memory. His own heart stabbed and power gathering around him, forcing him to reveal his true form as Imbibitor Lunae. In that moment, though, he sees that flicker. Candle bright eyes illuminating Mara's darkness.

His heart warms with hope and his eyes flicker with recognition. Yingxing is still in there. He's still fighting Mara.

Thank the Permanence.

Dan Heng is able to dodge enough out of the way to fully ensure it's not a fatal strike, but it does leave a wound on his side. Curiously, the blood stops pouring rather quickly. Not that Dan Heng has time to think too much about that. He dances out of Mara's reach in anticipation of a follow-up strike, moving as if his wound doesn't bother him in the slightest.]

It seems you've met your match this night, Mara. Give him back, and I'll let you leave here with your dignity intact.

[If Mara seems a touch distracted, surely he has good reason. His hands are trembling, as if there's an ornery blacksmith fighting him with all his might.

He throws a punch, but his fist finds nothing.]

Give him back? As if it were that easy!

[He zips past Dan Heng to pick up his sword, looking less and less put together as the fight drags on.]

His soul is MINE. Your karma, bound to his for eternity, means I shall claim you both!

[He brings his sword up, ignoring the blood pouring out of his broken skin so he can cleave the ground. As one would expect, the air pressure sends the earth exploding and a good chunk of rock in Dan Heng's direction as well.

Something becomes clear, then: Blade's body is resilient, but he's not nearly as strong as his past life. What makes Mara dangerous is what, precisely, he can do with his vessel's own life... as well as the lives of people who are weaker than he is.

Not waiting to see if his attack hit, he charges forward with more Wind-augmented strikes.]

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

[To be perfectly honest, Dan Heng's a little surprised that he's able to last this long. The hit he has taken hasn't slowed him down at all. Perhaps this is one of the subtler traits of his Qilin transformation?

Mara seems to be going crazed the longer this goes on. Instead of dodging the earth coming his way, Dan Heng pierces through it with his spear. Graceful and fluid as water, he then immediately goes into a parry as his body moves on its own. Instinct has told him that there is a follow up to meet, and it's proven right as a Wind-augmented strike comes at him. The air pressure will eviscerate him if he's not careful, and so he twists so that the parry becomes a sliding of blades together. He uses this momentum to twirl around like a dancer with feet as light as a swallow.]

So you've said, but I've yet to see you deliver.

[Dan Heng stabs at Mara again but with greater force behind it as he increases the gravity around his weapon. He's not aiming for a fatal injury. Just something for Mara to either think about or remember him by. Dan Heng refuses to be an easy catch for this demon.]

That karmic bond is why you'll never take him from me, and why you will never kill me in a way that matters!

I'll ask you one last time: give. Yingxing. BACK!

[As if to drive the seriousness of his demand home, he uses his spear in an attempt to sweep Mara's legs out from underneath him. Whether it works or not, he'll keep the momentum going with a furiously fast swipe of his spear's blade to one of his legs.]

[He's beautiful and deadly, and for a moment Mara isn't sure whose thoughts those are, specifically. Then he gets a grip on himself, and ignores the flutter of fear. He's a demon. These are just... ants before him. That's all they ever were. Perhaps they are bolstered by gods, but he won't give up what's his.

He's just a touch too slow. He swings his blade and misses Dan Heng by an inch, while the spear strikes true. It pierces Mara's shoulder and sends him reeling.]

You—

[He struggles to rip himself free. His healing is slower than Dan Heng's, even though it's still freakishly fast. The blood pours down his suit in rivers. He pants hard, but that doesn't stop him from touching the wound with his left hand and inspecting his fingers.]

If you want your beloved so badly, then you'll have to pry his soul from his corpse.

[Maintaining eye contact despite his eerie lack of visible irises (or anything beyond the black sclera), he tilts his head back, and drips the blood from his gaping arm wound directly into his mouth.

Blood is his contract price. It only makes him stronger, feeding on the life of his victims. A freakish forked tongue licks excess blood off his lips and reddened teeth.]

Are you ready to walk through hell for your bride?

[He raises his blade. One more time, he slams the sword into the ground and sends another wall of dirt and force at the hidden dragon.

But this time, Mara flees in the complete opposite direction instead of pressing the attack. He's using that inhuman speed to put as much distance between himself and Dan Heng as possible. He has a tear in reality he intends to shape and mold to his own wishes.]

[Watching this morbid attempt at a power move, Dan Heng can't hide the faint repulsion from his expression. This creature dares to make a mockery of Yingxing's life, does he?

He doesn't respond. Can't, in fact, as there is a sudden surge of dirt and force heading towards him. Dan Heng manages to dodge gracefully out of the way, but he loses sight of Mara at the same time. The dragon tries to sense for his presence as far as they'll go. In the end... he comes up with nothing.

Dan Heng grits his teeth in silent fury for a moment before calming himself down. He looks at his wound and sees that it's healing itself quickly. With eyes raised upwards at the moon as witness to this opening fight, he silently promises that he'll bring Yingxing back.

Mara won't escape him again.]

[Blade wakes up clear-headed for once, for the first time in a long time, and discovers that the date written on the dry erase board in his hospital room is about two weeks later than he last remembers. At first he wonders if what happened was one big long nightmare, but then he becomes aware of the IV in his arm, and the bandages everywhere, and that there's someone else in the bed next to him who looks terribly familiar.

He doesn't feel the usual burning malevolence of Mara in the back of his mind but he also isn't thinking about that right now. Instead he's flailing around trying to get closer. Unfortunately, he trips himself up and rips off his blood oxygen monitor in the confusion, causing the monitor to beep quietly.]

Dan Heng? Dan Heng! Da—

[He manages to get one foot on the floor, but the wheels on his bed spin out from underneath him and he goes crashing to the floor.

Now there are monitors going off. The nurse is probably going to come in a minute.]

[Dan Heng has technically been discharged before Blade, but after explaining to the nurses that his partner was highly likely to rush out to find him if he wasn't in the room with him, they allowed him to stay overnight. He's absolutely exhausted, though, and sleeps longer than normal. Hell, he's asleep by the time Blade wakes up. His eyes fly open as he's startled awake by his boyfriend's frantic call of his name. Dan Heng can't get out of the hospital bed fast enough when he sees Blade's awake.

He barely manages to catch Blade before he fully falls to the floor, at least. Gods know that might have been disastrous in his current condition. Still, Dan Heng's arms are around him protectively, and he's trying not to hold on too tightly and hurt him, but it's so hard with how relieved he is. His mind is still muddled with fatigue and sleep and a sharp adrenaline spike after Blade's stumble, so he just starts speaking Cantonese instead of English.]

A-Xing, I'm here, I'm okay, but you shouldn't be up and about like this, you could've hurt yourself!

[It happens so fast, but he finds himself in warm blessed arms and being spoken to in a language he half-understands. He pants hard and stops struggling, just staring up at Dan Heng wide-eyed like he's never seen him before.

He's suddenly aware that he's cold. His feet are cold. And also, he's not wearing pants?

... Hospital gowns. Ugh.]

I... I remember hurting you. But you're here.

[He's still a bit confused, obviously. The memories are trickling in, now, but he pushes through them so he can reach up and cradle Dan Heng's face.]

Tiánxīn. I'm...

I am so sorry.

[Dan Heng's heart breaks a little when Blade says that. When the other man cradles his face, he lets him and rests a hand on top of one of them. His other arm is enough to support his boyfriend's weight. The dragon's expression is soft and tender, but also worried. He has more presence of mind to switch back to English, now, at least.]

Shhh. [He rests his forehead against Blade's, blue eyes meeting crimson.] That wasn't you. Okay? That wasn't.

[He stops speaking when he sees the nurse rushing in. The two of them help Blade back to his hospital bed and hook him back up, and then says the doctor will be by soon to talk to them. The nurse can read the room and tells them it's alright if Dan Heng climbs in as long as nothing gets yanked out. He thanks him and waits for the nurse to close the curtains before toeing off his shoes and carefully climbing in to lie down next to Blade on the hospital bed. It's barely big enough for them, but it's fine. The shorter man rests one hand on his partner's chest and the other comes up to stroke his long, soft hair.]

I'm sorry I hurt you, too.

[Mara's last words still ring in the back of his mind, but... he won't talk about it unless Blade brings it up. Or if his partner even remembers.]

[Blade's vision is swallowed by beautiful blue eyes, and it seems to mollify him for the moment. He's quiet and passive as he's helped back into bed again. All the fight has left him, not that he could really struggle in the first place.

He curls around Dan Heng the best he can, eyes squeezed shut, his freer hand worrying its way into the back of the dragon's shirt. He's practically shoving his face into Dan Heng's chest.]

I'm sorry, [he murmurs again.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

[He's remembering and he wishes he wasn't. It's as if Mara was balancing his memories on spinning plates, and now they're all crashing down. He trembles. He wants to cry, which is a strange feeling, but he doesn't want to cry in front of the doctor. Or maybe he's unable to cry because he's just overwhelmed? He's not sure.]

You... you did what you had to do. As always. But I...

[He sucks in a sharp breath. He remembers the scent of blood that isn't his own, and blurred images of people he's met. A castle, a blood red moon. Pressing something into Dan Heng's hands.]

[Dan Heng moves his hand from Blade's chest to his back and rubs along it, up and down, as soothingly as he can. The hand in his hair moves as well, cradling the back of his head and encouraging him to hide his face if that's what he wants. This old dragon will protect him.]

I forgive you, A-Xing. For all of it.

[Even if he'll have nightmares of what Mara did while wearing his beloved's face, he'll never blame Blade for it. He's as much a victim in this as everyone else.]

I love you, A-Xing. I still do. You're okay. We're okay.

[He tangles their legs together. In all the times they've held each other, this is probably the most pathetic he's ever been. Of course he has a good reason, but...

I forgive you, Dan Heng says, and a shudder goes through Blade. Then it's followed by a soft hiccup that becomes a sob, and then another, and another—violent sobs wracking his body, but he barely makes any noise at all.

It always takes doctors a hundred years to do anything, and so it is with this one. The emergency has long passed. When the doctor finally knocks on the door, Blade has stopped crying, but he hasn't stopped clinging. It's only when the door squeaks open that he finally lifts his head, eyes red and puffy, and gazes blearily at the doctor.

To her credit, she pretends like nothing is wrong. She casually offers the nearest box of tissues and takes Blade's vitals. Then she talks about the injuries Blade came in with, his prognosis (good! he can go home today) and what the next steps are (lots of bed rest for the next week, and light duties only for the next month, until he feels better).

She asks if he has any questions.

Blade stares blankly, and then looks down at his hands. It looks like Dan Heng might need to do the talking.]

[He doesn't mind. He just holds Blade and comforts him as best as he can, especially through the tears. His partner's sobs send a crack in Dan Heng's heart each time, but he endures and murmurs soft words to him in English and Cantonese. The dragon buries kisses in his hair, and silently encourages him to let it out. Dan Heng knows from experience... emotions like this are like a poison that needs to be expelled before healing can happen.

Dan Heng keeps holding onto his boyfriend when the doctor comes in. He knows that his partner isn't in the head space for this discussion, so he asks his questions on Blade's behalf. He's attentive to her instructions on home care, what Blade is allowed to do and for how long, how long Blade will need to rest and a projected timeline of when he can do regular activities again. He also asks about medication and expected side effects, and what signs to look for that will require a return visit to the hospital.

Finally, he runs out of questions and the doctor tells them that they can leave as soon as Blade is ready. Once she leaves them alone, Dan Heng looks down at his boyfriend. He brushes the hair out of his eyes.]

Are you ready to go home?

[Thank the gods for Dan Heng. Blade sits there mutely until she's gone, and even then, it takes him a moment to come back to himself. There is some emotional healing that needs to happen as well as the physical.]

Please, [he says in a voice barely above a whisper. But he's listening. And he's present, shown by how he reaches up and twines their fingers together. After a moment, he opens his candle-flame eyes again and looks up at Dan Heng.]

Ngo oi nei.

[He means it now as much as he ever did.]

[Dan Heng nods at him and twines his fingers with Blade's. He's startled by those words, but his expression softens as he runs his fingers through his partner's hair and replies:]

Ngo oi nei, A-Xing.

[The earnest words are spoken softly and delicately with meaning behind each syllable. He leans down to kiss Blade's forehead before gathering up their things. Fortunately, there aren't many since the clothes his partner had been in were beyond salvaging. Dan Heng picks Blade up into a bridal carry and teleports them back to the condo.

Jusis has been very considerate by hiring a maid service to deep clean the place and put everything back together. Anything beyond salvaging because of the blood had been replaced with something as close as possible to the original, with the assurance that the blond would foot the bill and take care of the refund if Blade would rather get something entirely different. Dan Heng goes to his boyfriend's room to set him in a sitting position on the bed, and then quickly checks his text messages to know when to pick up his partner's medication. After pocketing his phone, he turns his attention back to him and cups his cheek.]

You can put on something comfortable while I go get a pitcher of water for you. Are you okay with that?

[He's here for whatever his boyfriend needs in this moment. Dan Heng truly meant it when he promised Blade that he'd take care of him during the recovery period.]

[Blade's pale cheeks pinken slightly at those words. He closes his eyes, happy enough for the moment. Then he's swept up into Dan Heng's arms, and he's about to ask where he parked when—

They're back at the condo. Blade opens his eyes. Blinks a few times.]

... Forgot you can teleport.

[No wonder he's so disoriented. He looks around. He can barely recognize the place. Oh, it looks about the same, but a lot of things are newer or cleaner thanks to Jusis' involvement. He... feels a little bad.

He sits there on the bed for a minute, just breathing in and getting used to being awake again. He feels so tired already. He realizes it must be the pain meds wearing off. He looks at his bandaged hands, then up at Dan Heng.]

I think I can manage that... Thanks.

[Just to be sure, he supports himself on the nightstand as he gets to his feet. He's... shakier than he thought he'd be, so he's careful to hold onto the furniture as he picks out a black tank top to wear and loose grey pants.]

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[Dan Heng nods and heads out to the kitchen. He takes out a pitcher to fill up with water, a glass, and makes a note for himself to pick up disposable cups to make it easier for his boyfriend. He knocks on the door to let Blade know he's coming back in before opening it, setting his items on the nightstand. Blade will probably note that there's a backpack and a suitcase with things from Dan Heng's room, such as clothes, his laptop, and other essentials.]

If you want food or need anything else, let me know. I'll have to head out in an hour or two to pick up your medicine.

[Since he can teleport, he's not too worried. Dan Heng himself isn't up to driving yet, so this is the best he can do. After a moment of thought, he empties out his pockets onto the nightstand and will climb into bed with Blade.]

[Blade tugs at the bottom of his shirt, wondering when his shirt got so small...? Maybe he's been gaining weight... but that's not important.]

Is that okay? [He hesitates.] I could ask someone to run errands for us.

[He pours himself some water and drains it, surprising himself. He didn't realize how thirsty he was, but it's been... a Week. When he's finished, he wiggles his way under the covers and turns to look at Dan Heng. There are fifty or so questions he wants to ask, but all he can do is stare.

After a moment, he reaches up and gently touches Dan Heng's cheek, his temple, traces his ear.]

... This is real.

[Yes, dumbass.]

[Dan Heng sees that's actually one of his own shirts, but he lets Blade have it. The man's been bulking up since eating regularly and working often in the forge.]

It's okay as long as you're okay with it.

[He answers without even a hint of hesitation. He's confident and honest in his answer. Dan Heng simply wants to prove to Blade that he'll be there for him in sickness and in health.

The dragon turns onto his side as well to look at Blade. His blue eyes are on his boyfriend and when the other man reaches out to touch his cheek, he moves closer to him. His eyes and expression soften, and he unconsciously leans into the touch to his temple and ear.]

Yes, it's real. He's gone. It's just you and me, and we're both still alive.

[This shirt is absurdly tight, but it doesn't feel like it's about to rip so he's just going to wear it for now. Sorry, Dan Heng.]

I am. [A pause.] Though I... don't want you to leave. Even for a minute. I know that's childish. You can come and go whenever you want.

[He can at least admit it.

He traces Dan Heng's jawline, and his neck, and then his fingers curl. He closes his eyes.

Mara is gone.

He had hoped. And god, it came at such a cost, but... he's free.]

You kept your promise...

[He leans in, and presses his forehead to Dan Heng's. His tail makes slow arcs under the bedspread.]

This is how it all began, a year and a half ago. I woke up alone in the hospital not remembering anything. I had a demon in my head, and powers I couldn't control.

[...]

But this time, you were there.

Everything has changed.

[It's fine. Probably. As long as it doesn't rip, but it'll be a noble sacrifice to Blade's body.

That gets a quiet laugh out of him.]

But then I'll have to leave to open the door for whoever we sent to pick them up.

[He's teasing gently, but there's understanding in his eyes. Dan Heng can empathize with not wanting to be left alone.

The dragon lets him trace the features of his face quietly. When Blade's fingers begin to curl, Dan Heng reaches up to take them gently in his hand. He smiles a little.]

I did.

[As Blade rests his forehead against the dragon's, he tangles their legs together and gazes affectionately into crimson eyes. He listens attentively to what his partner says.]

Yes. [He threads his fingers between Blade's and squeezes his hand comfortingly.] The samsara is broken, and I'm still here. Your nightmare has ended.

[Then, he chuckles softly (again!).]

Although, this is the second time you've threatened to fight my cousin. You even called him a punk.

I know... [He sounds just a touch petulant.] So you should do what you need to.

[Looking at Dan Heng like this, being finally free—he wants to melt. Maybe he'll turn into a puddle right here and become the water element instead of the wind. He cuddles closer, somehow, enjoying the contact and how they're entwined with one another. Then he squeezes Dan Heng's hand right back.]

It's over...

[Those words are so big to him right now. He leans in a little more, and leaves soft fluttery kisses on Dan Heng's nose, and his cheek, and finally his mouth.]

I won't apologize. If he wants me to fight him for your hand, I'll do it.

[There's a little of that fire.]

I love you too much to give up on any of this. On us.

I'll go through the next samsara. And the next. And the one after that.

Whatever it takes to reach you.

Heh, I'll pick up something nice while I'm there. Ice cream or something.

[Whatever Blade wants, he'll get. Dan Heng's just so... happy and relieved that he has his boyfriend alive and free. If the cost is his own freedom somewhere down the line, then... that's okay. He'll pay it.

He's happy to have his partner closer to him. As Blade leaves butterfly kisses all over his face, the shorter man can't help smiling and closing his eyes. As lips brush over his own, Dan Heng kisses back just as softly and still smiles. He only opens his eyes when Blade starts talking a little more passionately. For a moment, he wonders what he did to get this man so entangled in his life. He wonders if Dan Feng had the same question.]

... You know I'll do the same for you. I'll keep reaching out towards you, even if I can't remember clearly. I won't give up my bright star without a fight.

As long as you love and want me, I'll be there in every life.

[This is real.

He keeps repeating it in his head.

This is real, and it's their own. They're alive. They won.

Tomorrow is theirs, and the day after, and the day after that, and... He can scarcely believe it. He feels whole for the first time, even with all the bandages and the blood loss. A fog has lifted, literally and figuratively, with Mara's departure.]

I can't imagine not wanting you. I can't imagine not loving you. [Even at the deepest depths of his hatred, his anger in his past life, he knows he still loved the other. That was what made it so destructive and potent. And tragic.]

... Can you tell me what happened?

I wasn't sleeping well. Venti went to get something. I can remember a little, but it's distorted. Like watching someone else's life happen underwater from a bad angle.

[Blade saying that has him smiling again, though a little more shyly.]

Mm... I know. That's why I'll always be there. [He just wants to remind him that their love isn't a shackle. It would break his heart to be nothing but a cage to this brilliant, wonderful man. Maybe Blade understands that.

Dan Heng sighs softly at the question. It's one he's been dreading to answer, but... he'll tell him the truth. It would be incredibly cruel to give him anything less than that.]

I'm not certain what led up to it, honestly. However... when Mara took over, he.... [He pauses and looks away for a moment before looking back.] He posted to the network killing Cara. Nick was there, too, but... he had already died. Mara was calling me out specifically, and he'd sent me a message to meet him at the duck pond.

If not for your ring, I might have come out of that encounter with more wounds than I got. However, that was when I started guessing his patterns... and found where he dumped the bodies. [He closes his eyes, looking a little pained.] Kanto. Those ruins where we adopted the Ralts pair. That was where we found them... and how I deduced that he made the Labyrinth near your home. He said our karma was entwined, and that he wanted to take everything from you, including me... your 'prized treasure.'

[Dan Heng stops there to open his eyes, reading Blade's expression, and seeing if he's going to ask anything.]

[Blade does understand that, but he doesn't see their love as a shackle in this lifetime. He never has. He knows it's love, and it's real, because Dan Heng is so willing to let him go if he wants to go.]

... I thought so. [He doesn't remember everything, but he remembers enough to know that he must have killed those people.

Mara really did his best to taint every memory they had made together. He wanted to go out with a bang, if he had to go out at all. Now Blade and Dan Heng were left with the pieces.

He remembers the sound of his sword sliding through flesh, the sharp copper scent of blood. It makes his stomach churn in a way he's not prepared for. He pulls himself away from Dan Heng.]

Sorry—

[Thankfully he's not far from the wastebasket. He leans over and grabs it, just in time to heave up the water he drank.

He wipes his mouth off on a nearby tissue and speaks up after a minute.]

... Even if it wasn't me, it was my body. It was my hands that did it. Did you know... despite all the weapons I made, this life, I hadn't killed anyone? I hadn't taken anyone's life. I only ever destroyed my own.

[...]

But your friends are dead now.

I'll face my punishment for that. One way or another.

[He pours some more water, and this time takes a slow sip to help wash out his mouth.]

... He was right about one thing.

You are the most precious thing to me. You always have been.

[Dan Heng moves just as fast when he sees the telltale sign of another trauma reaction. As Blade empties his insides into the wastebasket, the dragon is sitting up to pull back his hair and rub his back soothingly. When it seems he's done, his voice is gentle.]

I get it.

[He then falls silent as Blade speaks again. There are a lot of whirling emotions in his heart, but his thoughts are clear.]

I never thought you did. [His voice is soft and gentle, quiet.] You're a craftsman with a passion for what he does, and I know you never gave out your weapons with the intent for murder. Only self-defense. Even if it was your body that did it, your mind, your soul, was not in control of it. Mara wore your face in an attempt to destroy and taint everything you've worked hard to build here. But never once did I think it was you, nor did I blame you.

[Dan Heng sits next to Blade and reaches up to comb his fingers through his partner's hair.]

... As long as you don't lose yourself and your heart in the process.

[He can't say anything about punishment. Dan Heng never suffered the consequences, truly, for killing his stalker. Neither did Dan Feng when he drowned countless Cloud Knights because of a strategy that had been made with the High-Cloud Quintet. The only consequences they suffered was looking in the mirror and seeing a monster with a bleeding, broken heart.

... He understands Blade.

At that, the dragon brushes his lips lightly over Blade's cheek.]

And you are mine. [...] He did call you my bride, and yet he was the one making you wear red. He should've known better than to steal the crown jewel of a dragon's treasure.

[He's trying to lighten Blade's mood a little. Help distract him from the horror.]

[Blade appreciates him so much right now. After setting the wastebasket down, he leans into Dan Heng's touch and closes his eyes. He feels a tremor inside him still, a lingering aftereffect of the vomiting most likely.]

I won't lose myself. I have no intention of throwing my life away for something I wasn't fully at fault for. It isn't the same as... [... the Sedition. He was so committed to ending his life, and Dan Heng's, back then. He remembers it more clearly now.] I'm more useful working than in jail. ... Jusis has probably already prepared for this eventuality.

[After that adorable cheek kiss, he rests his head against Dan Heng's shoulder. His cheeks are a little pink, but he's pretending he isn't so easily affected by Dan Heng flirting right back.]

Did I at least look good in the dress?

[He can fill in the blanks when Blade trails off. His own memories of the Sedition are hazy and incomplete, and so he doesn't comment. He wouldn't wish to even if he remembered the full story. Dan Feng's choices are his own and shouldn't reflect Dan Heng's.]

Then I will put my faith in them, but it only goes so far.

[He trusts Blade's judgement in this matter. Dan Heng's just not going to sit there and let his boyfriend take an unjust or cruel punishment.

The dragon shifts to make his partner more comfortable, and plays with the ends of his hair. A smile lifts his lips as he sees the pink dusting Blade's cheeks.]

Hm, it didn't suit you at all. He had terrible taste. However, I do think red is your color. [His smile widens a tiny bit more as he teases:] Does this mean you're Dan Yingxing, now? Or perhaps I should be Song Heng.

Mm. [He's glad to have Dan Heng watching out for him. And they make such a damn good team, really...]

I do like red.

[His cheeks suddenly go fluorescent.]

D-Dan Heng. [asjklajskal;sjafk;f he can't help looking a little startled.] I thought we couldn't get married yet?

[... His tail is wagging, though. He makes eye contact while he reaches down to stop it.]

... I mean to say. We have plenty of time to think about that. [A pause.] And we can make something new. Take the characters from our names and... combine them. If you like.

[Dan Heng can't help laughing at the look Blade gives him, what he says, and grabbing his own tail to stop it from wagging furiously. It's perhaps the first time he hasn't been quiet about his laughter. He's still stifling his chuckles when his partner makes that very sweet suggestion.]

We have time, and I'd like to get the experience of dating you and being engaged with you before then anyway. Not to mention moving in with you in the future.

[His blue eyes are practically sparkling as he buries a kiss in Blade's hair.]

But I like that. Combining the characters of our names. We can take the time to workshop that until we both feel it's perfect for us.

[He lets go of his tail, but it returns to wagging a million miles an hour. It's worth being teased if he can make Dan Heng laugh. It's precious and rare, and he'll do anything to protect it.]

I... I want those things, too. And all the things denied us before... I'll make them ours.

[He feels bad wanting them considering what he's done, and what he needs to do. But that doesn't make him want his freedom any less. Sometimes, things happen that can't be explained. Bad things happen and those who live on have to deal with them.

... Still, he'll do his best to atone.

He reaches over and rubs at Dan Heng's knee.]

Will you stay with me? Even if I have to join the Black Order?

[Dan Heng understands the complex emotions going on as he's experiencing them himself. Even with Jun and Mikleo reassuring him that the deaths aren't his fault, he still feels responsible for them. Part of him feels guilty that he even has this happiness at the price of their lives. But... it's something they're going to have to work through together, and it'll take time to find their way to make peace with it all.]

You know I want those things, too.

[At that question, his eyes soften. Dan Heng's gotten the sense that abandonment is something that this Blade is afraid of going through. He's guessed at why and simply accepts it. He brings his arms around his boyfriend and holds him tightly.]

Nothing will keep me from your side. I promise. Whether it's The Order or something supernatural, I'll fight to stay with you.

[You will never... know freedom... Dan Heng.

Then he'll just have to fight for it if it keeps him from his star.]

[Blade makes a soft noise when he's hugged. After a second, he covers Dan Heng's arms with his own.]

I believe you. I trust you.

[He breathes in deeply, then lets it out. It's as if part of him deflates at the same time. If Dan Heng tugs, he'll almost certainly melt onto him.]

... Thank you for being here. For saving me. For staying until the end.

[He thinks about earlier...]

Also... I'm certain Mara must have ran his mouth. Everything he says is meant to manipulate and destroy, so don't pay it any mind.

[Knowing that Blade trusts him never fails to set his heart at ease and warm it at the same time. He closes his eyes and buries his face into his partner's hair.]

... Always, A-Xing.

[As far as Dan Heng's concerned, it's not the end yet. They still have the rest of their lives, after all.

The dragon is quiet for a moment. While he's reluctant to say more, Blade did bring it up and he does want to let his partner in on his thoughts.]

Mm... the last thing he said before leaving your body was that there were others with his name, and that I would never know freedom. [Dan Heng sighs softly.] Whether there's truth or falsehood in his words, I won't know until it happens... or I'll never know at all.

[Blade is quiet for a moment, too. He lets Dan Heng bury his face in his hair. Honestly, Blade could use a shower, and some toothpaste, but right now he's content to just be with someone else. He spent so much time as a prisoner in his own head.]

... He saw my memories. He knows you were imprisoned. But the truth is, you've been free for a long time.

The moment your past self stepped off the Luofu, you broke your chains. You fought not only me, but many other people to prove that you wouldn't be chained again.

It's the same now. The only difference is that in this life, you broke my chains, too.

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[Dan Heng listens as the other man gives his perspective on it. He can't deny that Blade's right. He remembers how his past life felt uncertain after being exiled. Although free, the past kept wanting to chain him down and drag him back into a darkness that threatened to destroy him in a never-ending cycle of rebirth and suffering. A silent, promised threat that his Preceptors had made to Dan Feng hidden from the public eye. A threat that he vaguely remembers Jingliu alluding to when she heard about Dan Feng's horns being spirited away.]

I'm glad I could do so. I couldn't in my last life, but... I feel like I've made that right in this one.

[He's quiet for a few moments before kissing Blade's cheek.]

Do you think you can get cleaned up on your own? I can stay to help if you need it.

You have. Over and over. I challenged you to show me how to live, and that's... what we're doing, isn't it?

[He leans into Dan Heng, even snuggling a little. The kiss to the cheek makes his tail start wagging again.]

I'll be fine. I can take a bath.

[He's not sure he can stand up for a long period after not walking for a week.]

... Brush my hair when you get back? You can tie it or braid it. Whatever you feel like.

[The intimacy might be good for both of them, and if he's being honest, his arms hurt too much to wield a hairbrush.]

[Dan Heng smiles at that.]

Heh... yes, we are.

[And now they can do so without the threat of Mara hanging over their heads.

Oh. The request has him smiling more warmly.]

I'd love to. Just make sure you don't fall asleep in the tub. I'll be back with your medicine. You'll probably want to take the painkiller.

[Dan Heng will at least help get Blade up out of bed. He gives him a last kiss to his cheek before leaving to put his shoes on, and then teleporting to the pharmacy. It takes him a little longer to get back than it would've. The reason becomes clear when he walks back into Blade's room with a spoon and a pint of coffee-flavored ice cream, along with the pill bottles. ...That's saying Blade hasn't fallen asleep while waiting for him to come home.]

All right.

[He is starting to feel the pain again, and while his tolerance is pretty good, his regeneration is absolutely shot after all of that. He thanks Dan Heng for the help, and watches a little forlornly as he leaves.

Blade manages to get through the bath, but it exhausts him. When Dan Heng returns, Blade is sitting up in bed with his hair wrapped in a towel. He managed to get dressed and grab the hairbrush, but he has drifted off with the thing in his hand, so it's obvious this was accidental. His fluffy ears ping under the towel but he doesn't wake up.]

[Dan Heng's eyes soften. He sets the pills down on the nightstand and goes to put the ice cream away in the freezer. Once he's back in the room, he takes the hairbrush and sets it aside. Then, the dragon starts to towel dry Blade's hair gently.]

A-Xing. A-Xing, you need to take your painkiller.

[As much as Dan Heng wants to let Blade sleep, he knows from experience that delaying the painkiller isn't worth it. If Blade still doesn't wake up, his lips will twitch and he'll say:]

...Who's a good boy?

Mmm...

[He is still not waking up, though he's very much leaning into Dan Heng.

But then those words happen, and his ears go right up. The tail follows.]

Nn? You're back. [He squints. He is so out of it.] Painkillers? [He might need some help with how sleepy he is.]

[... He's so cute. Dan Heng can't help kissing the tip of Blade's nose.]

I'm back.

[The dragon goes to pour some water for his boyfriend and takes out the pill. He'll hand both over to Blade when he's ready.]

You can go back to sleep after. [Dan Heng hesitates for a moment.] ... I can get into bed with you, if you want.

[He's not feeling sleepy himself, but he can read while he cuddles Blade.]

[... His tail wags faster. As sleepy as he is, he still smiles a little and leans into the kiss.]

I don't want knots. [He hands Dan Heng the hairbrush, then takes the pill and chases it with the water. He sets the empty cup aside after.] But... I'm more tired than I thought. I wouldn't mind if you crawled in.

[Falling asleep in Dan Heng's lap sounds perfect right now, honestly...]

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[He smiles at Blade. He can definitely understand that, having struggled with his own long hair before. Dan Heng takes the brush and then crawls into bed next to his partner.]

I'll be gentle.

[Putting his hair in a braid might be best, then. He'll wait for Blade to get comfortable, even if it's in his lap, and then starts brushing his hair. Dan Heng seems to have the confidence and movements of experience, smoothing out his hair with his free hand.]

Hm... I've always thought your hair was beautiful, but this is giving me more of an appreciation for it.

[Whether it's black or silver, it's absolutely gorgeous to him.]

You always are.

[Blade doesn't hesitate to lay in his lap. He visibly relaxes as the brushing starts, basically turning into putty in his boyfriend's hands.]

The inconvenience is worth it... for this.

[He is so sleepy.]

Yours is... gorgeous, in my eyes. No matter the length.

[It takes tremendous willpower for Dan Heng to hold back any cooing. Blade is objectively adorable when he's sleepy.]

Heh... thank you.

[He keeps brushing out his partner's hair gently. Any tangles are treated as painlessly as possible, and he even makes sure to brush out the fluffy ears. Then, he starts gathering up Blade's hair to loosely braid it. Once he's done, he puts the brush away. Then, Dan Heng starts to run his fingers over Blade's ear, caressing his face lightly and soothingly in the hopes of helping him sleep.]

[Blade is already sleeping soundly by the time Dan Heng finishes the braid. He's exhausted even a week after the confrontation, most of his energy having been spent on healing and recuperating from his ordeal. Sometimes his ears twitch, but overall he looks peaceful and quite content to simply be in his boyfriend's presence.

... If he's drooling a little, don't mention it to him later.]

[Blade is learning to get around with one crutch, since his other arm is still pretty messed up from all the stabbing. Despite being two weeks out from the encounter, spiritually he seems back to his usual self. He's finished his second Gunpla kit (and ordered a few more), and he's left unattended briefly in the kitchen while Dan Heng goes for a grocery run.

It only takes a half hour for this to become a mistake.

When Dan Heng returns, the condo smells pleasant, with an edge of... burning? Blade is in the kitchen hunched over the counter, with a bunch of small hard cookies laid out on the cookie sheet in front of him. The kitchen is thoroughly trashed with multiple attempts at making cookie dough, dirty bowls and measuring cups and an empty package of butter.]

Again? Why didn't they spread out? Why are they so—deformed?

[He grabs one and smacks it against the counter. It makes a hollow noise like hardtack. His fuzzy ears droop.]

It's the recipe. It has to be.

[Dan Heng has fallen into domesticity with a swiftness that would make a Trad Wife jealous. This is just meant to be a quick grocery run since he has a mind to make xiao long bao or sheng jian bao some time soon. A nice little celebration of Blade's good health.

When he returns to the condo, he almost calls out that he's home like normal, but the scent of baked goods that are slightly burnt hits his nose first. Dan Heng's a bit confused as he toes off his shoes and heads into the kitchen to see that Hurricane Blade came through. ... It looks like he's going to be cleaning the kitchen before doing anything else. On hearing what his boyfriend says about the recipe, Dan Heng takes a peek at the cookies. The sound of the cookie smacking against the counter confirms what he already knows.

The dragon puts the grocery bags onto a countertop miraculously free from mess. Then, he wraps his arms around Blade's waist from behind.]

You didn't put in enough butter, there's too much flour, or the ratio of brown sugar to white sugar is off.

[Dan Heng reaches out to swipe one of the cookies and fearlessly takes a bite of it. After a moment of thoughtful chewing, he swallows it.]

Mm, a combination of not enough butter and the oven's heat was a little too high. Your oven runs hot, so I have to adjust by about 25 degrees when I bake. [He then eats the rest of the cookie.] The flavor's there. It was a good try on your own.

[Dan Heng looks ups at his boyfriend.]

Perhaps next time I'll order groceries if this is what you get up to half an hour after I've left.

[Blade sighs and leans into Dan Heng a bit, unable to resist melting into him when he feels those arms.]

Wait, don't—

[... He just ate it.

He just ate it.

The thing has the texture of hardtack and Dan Heng ate it without even flinching.

Blade suddenly understands what it is like to fear god. God is his boyfriend and his stomach is apparently a direct portal to hell. He stares for a long moment, barely blinking.]

You... know all of that from a bite?

[It was a good try on your own. Blade bows his head.]

... I wanted to do something nice for you. All I did was make more work.

I'm sorry.

[Dan Heng looks politely confused by the staring. Honestly, he's had worse.]

Mhm. It's in the texture and the taste. I don't get an aftertaste associated with flour, and the texture is quite hard, so it just needed a bit more fat like butter.

[His eyes soften at that. He takes Blade's hand and kisses the back of it.]

It was very kind of you to make something for me. Baking is a science, so it's okay that it didn't turn out like you hoped. I'll still eat the cookies. They do taste good.

[He smiles a little.]

Besides, at least you didn't mistakenly use white pepper instead of sugar.

[He tries and fails to hold back a little squeak at the kiss.]

You don't have to force yourself. I'll make better ones. [a pause] But I didn't realize my oven ran hot. You're... incredible.

[Wait.]

White pepper? Instead of sugar? ... Who even makes that mistake?

[Dan Heng's smile widens somewhat when he hears that squeak and kisses the back of his shoulder this time.]

I'm not forcing myself. But I'm certain you can only improve from here now that you know these things. [He shakes his head.] I've just used your oven a lot lately. You wouldn't know unless you started baking something like cookies, which are a lot more heat sensitive.

[The dragon laughs quietly. He can just imagine Mikleo's indignation if he heard this.]

My best friend in POKEGO. He's very good at making cold desserts, but the moment you ask him to bake anything... you get results like that. I've been one of his taste testers for years. After a while, it just became a way for me to test myself since his skills were beyond saving.

[... Right. He just needs to try again. His first sword wasn't good, either.] I will definitely make something I am proud of. Just... not today.

[He makes a face at that description.] ... No wonder. I'll make sure not to eat anything he gives you.

[He sighs, and rubs Dan Heng's hands with his own.]

Sorry again about the kitchen. I'll do the dishes. [His legs are starting to hurt from standing, but he's not going to complain.]

Not today, [he agrees.] I'll be waiting to taste it.

[Dan Heng chuckles again. With Mara gone, he's been laughing more in Blade's presence. It's been a nice change if he's being honest with himself.]

That would be wise, for your sake.

[He hums softly. Releasing his hold on his partner's waist, the dragon takes Blade's hand and threads his fingers between the other man's, squeezing it briefly before letting go.]

I'll help you, but first you should rest. You've been up for too long. [Dan Heng pats Blade's hip gently.] I'll join you once I've put away the groceries.

[It is a nice change. There's no longer that cloud hanging over their heads, that threat that if they let their guard down for a moment that Mara will swoop in and hurt them. Blade's fate with the Black Order is still unresolved as of this point but they've spoken about it, and Blade is pretty sure he's going to join them.

It isn't the best solution, but it's better than being locked up or institutionalized.]

... If you're sure. [He's used to pushing through the pain, but the thought of cuddling on the couch with Dan Heng is mighty tempting, especially after that flirtatious handholding just now.] I'll get out of the way, then. [He turns so he can kiss Dan Heng's lips chastely, and then he grabs his crutch and makes his way into the living room.]

[Dan Heng kisses him back just as chastely. He's smiling a little as he watches Blade leave. Then, the dragon starts putting away the groceries in their proper place.

It takes him a few minutes, but he soon comes out of the kitchen and goes to sit next to his boyfriend. He'll put his arm around Blade's waist without hesitation.]

When you can stand without pain, I thought we could make some bao together. I thought we could do with a dinner like that to celebrate your full recovery.

[Blade leans in and presses his whole side against Dan Heng, and rubs at the dragon's leg with one arm. His tail swishes happily against the couch.]

I'd like that.

[He rests his head on Dan Heng's shoulder, and pulls his legs underneath him so he can curl up.]

Still, you spoil me too much. [He doesn't mind, though, judging by how he kisses Dan Heng's cheek.]

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[He leans against Blade a little as his boyfriend presses against him. The dragon gives a soft hum at the rub to his leg, and tilts his head into the kiss.]

Hmph, and you haven't with all the gifts you've made me? Not to mention our date nights where you take the bill.

[Unconsciously, he moves his hand from Blade's waist to rub the backs of his fingers along the swishing tail. He can't reach the full length of it, but just reaching the base is fine in the dragon's point of view.]

I told you I wouldn't mind taking care of you while you recovered. Truth be told... I'm... kind of enjoying myself.

[It's just nice to come home and cook a meal for himself and someone he loves.]

What else am I going to spend my money on? I can build all the toys I want.

[His breath hitches as he feels the fingers running along his tail. He's certain he's blushing, but he tries to play it cool, even if his tail is wagging faster. He leaves a softer kiss along Dan Heng's jaw.]

Are you, now? [He chuckles lowly.] And here I thought you'd get sick of me before the week was up.

[then, a little more seriously]

... I'm enjoying it, too. Like a piece of my heart has settled.

Mhm.

[He leans into the kiss to his jaw, soft as it is. His heart feels warm and content in this moment. It's been a while since he's felt this peaceful.]

I chose to spend this life with you a third time. I can't see myself getting sick of my favorite star anytime soon.

[Dan Heng glances down at him for a moment.]

Mm, I feel the same. I feel more confident in my feelings and wants as well.

[He leans down to kiss a fluffy ear, still stroking Blade's tail with the back of his fingers. The dragon can't help it when it's so soft and fluffy.]

I'll never tire of the moon, either.

[He closes his eyes, happily soaking in the warmth and attention. The kiss to his ear makes both ears twitch. He shifts his hips a little, the small of his back curving against Dan Heng's hand.

Two can play at this game. Blade had been rubbing Dan Heng's leg, but now he toys with the hem of his shirt and slides his fingertips beneath it in search of skin.]

Hm. What do you want right now?

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[It's almost embarrassing how weak Dan Heng can be when Blade refers to him as 'his moon.' His cheeks go a little pink every time.

He raises his eyebrow as he feels his partner growing bolder. All things considered, however, he's not surprised by it. The dragon does take a deep breath as he feels warm fingers brush against his skin, shivering slightly. Dan Heng could go with a playful or flirtatious answer, but instead he just answers with honesty.]

You. Or, more accurately, a real life with you. [He brushes his lips against Blade's ear again, and says softly:] I want to see the real you now that Mara is no longer controlling your life. We've always held back and been careful, and I've seen how that took a great toll on you. So... I want to see how freedom looks on you.

[Blade feels that shiver, but nothing prepares him for that straightforward answer. His eyes pop open, and now he's the one blushing.

I want to see how freedom looks on you.

He swallows hard and shivers himself.]

... Who's the one saying things, now?

[He grins despite his blush, and decides to leave more kisses on Dan Heng's neck. Given a little time, he shifts so he can throw his other leg over and crawl into the shorter man's lap.]

I like this side of you.

[Dan Heng gives him a wry smile at that.]

At least I've thought about my words.

[He gasps quietly as he feels lips on his neck, and he tilts his head a little to let Blade kiss as much as he wants. The dragon is only slightly surprised when his partner crawls onto his lap. His hands rest on Blade's hips as he looks up into lovely red eyes. Dan Heng rubs slow, firm circles into his boyfriend's hips.]

And which side is that?

[There's a hint of amusement in his voice.]

[He laughs at that.] Ouch.

[He'll survive, though.

He seizes the opportunity to nuzzle more into Dan Heng's neck, and scrapes his teeth over the hollow there. He has no idea of what he's doing but he has some vague notion of where to put his mouth. Thanks, past life.]

Mmm... all of them.

[His heart is beating so fast, he wonders if Dan Heng can hear it. It always does that when Dan Heng touches him, but this time...

He slips his other hand beneath Dan Heng's top and traces the lines of his abdomen, but it's just a tease; when his palms rub over the Vidyadhara's chest, it's through the fabric again.]

[A part of him worried he might've gone over a line, but Blade's laugh helps set him at ease.

Dan Heng tilts his head up as his partner nuzzles into his neck. It's when he feels teeth scraping against his skin that he makes a soft, low sound in his throat. He lets out a breathless chuckle.]

I... had a feeling that would be your answer.

[His own heart is pounding as he realizes that they don't have to hold back this time. If Blade wants to take it further, and all signs are pointing in that direction so far, then he's more than happy to take that step with him.

He sighs softly when Blade's fingers trace along his abdomen, though it's not enough. The Vidyadhara wants more than what he's being teased with. As warm hands rub over his chest through the fabric of his shirt, Dan Heng slips his own hand underneath his boyfriend's shirt. He trails his fingers lazily and lightly over where he remembers Blade's tattoo is, and over whatever scars he finds along the way. The hand not under the taller man's shirt rubs along the base of his fluffy tail.]

A-Xing....

[Dan Heng can't help sighing his name in his beloved's ear, and then he gently nibbles on it experimentally.]

[That's a very nice noise.]

You know me well.

[And he's so very grateful for that.

He arches lightly at the touch to his back, as if he was made for Dan Heng's hands alone, his warm skin pressing back against those fingertips. But it's the touch to his tail, firmer this time, that gets him to gasp and squeeze the dragon's hips between his thighs.]

Tiánxīn. [He shudders deliciously, closing his lips against a soft whimper. He wants a kiss so badly, but he doesn't want to dissuade Dan Heng from nipping his ear. He slips his hands beneath the dragon's shirt again, and this time rubs his thumbs over his nips.

He feels like he's waking up after a long dream, or perhaps sinking into a deeper one.]

I don't want to stop, [he whispers.] I want to give you everything.

[His blue eyes seem brighter as he watches Blade's reactions to his touch. They're sharper and more focused than ever before. He's curious and wanting all at once, feeling as if he's playing out a familiar dream. Familiar... and new.

He makes another low sound in his throat as he feels his hips being squeezed between his partner's thighs. On hearing the soft whimper, Dan Heng grazes his teeth almost lazily along the soft edge of Blade's ear. When warm hands go beneath his shirt to rub over his nipples, the dragon hums breathlessly against the dog boy's ear and he scratches luxuriously at the base of his fluffy tail.

Blade's whispered confession has Dan Heng pulling away slightly. He brings his hands up to hold his partner's face as he looks into crimson eyes. His own are a shade darker with his own want for the taller man.]

Then we won't stop. [He rubs his thumbs with heartbreaking gentleness under his red eyes.] There's nothing stopping us anymore. You're free... and you're safe.

[Once Dan Heng's certain that his words have at least somewhat sunk in, he brings his hands down to support Blade as he abruptly stands up with the blacksmith clinging to him. The dragon immediately starts making his way to the bedroom and shuts the door behind them with his foot. Without any further hesitation, he lays Blade onto the bed on his back and makes himself comfortable between the blacksmith's long legs. Dan Heng kisses him with a teasing lick to his lips, and runs his hands almost greedily over Blade's abdomen and chest through his shirt.]

[Blade can't keep his little whimper down. The base of his tail is so sensitive, and it makes him shudder. He tries to catch his breath as Dan Heng touches his face so gently. If there's a glimmer in his eyes, it's because this is emotional. There's no getting around it. Their feelings have simmered like this for a long, long time.

But most importantly... he's safe. He's safe, and whole.]

I'm safe, [he murmurs, as if he himself can't believe it.

He's regained his wits once he finds himself on his back. He welcomes his boyfriend's touch, and combs his nails through fluffy dark hair. There's an edge of hunger to this kiss that Blade only adds to when he mmphs, and he parts his lips to welcome Dan Heng inside. He's not passive, though; he meets every swipe of that tongue with his own, exploring and tasting, and finding that the echo of those sad cookies is actually not that bad.

His hands slide downward, scratching Dan Heng's back through his shirt. Then he finds the edge of said shirt and tugs it upward. He wants to touch.]

[Dan Heng doesn't mind if Blade gets emotional. Honestly, he won't be surprised if this is a lot for both of them. Because of that, the dragon has only one goal: to make Blade feel cherished and deserving of being handled gently.

He hums softly as he feels nails going through his hair. The moment his partner's lips part, Dan Heng's tongue explores his mouth and savors his taste like an expensive, aged wine. He makes a low sound as Blade explores him in turn, and then groans as he feels nails scratching at his back.

The shorter man breaks the kiss with a wet sound and sits up. With a quick, fluid motion, the dragon takes off his shirt. There are a few scars littering his torso from this side. The wounds made from Mara, though the scars from that encounter are somewhat faint against his skin. However, there's one near Dan Heng's heart that is old and looks like it had been a puncture wound.

Not wasting any more time, he then pushes Blade's shirt up to his chest. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of toned muscles and scars. Dan Heng glances at his beloved's red eyes before he starts to trail his fingers tenderly along the harsh, ragged lines of the shrapnel scars on his arms. His fingers follow along that path to Blade's shoulders, then down to his chest. Dan Heng's gaze is focused yet reverent as he looks at his body. As he moves his hands down to his lover's abdomen, he bends down over Blade's chest and gently, almost tentatively, licks along one of his scars.]

[Blade doesn't hesitate to explore the newly-revealed scars with his fingertips, the dexterous hands of a craftsman inspecting a masterpiece. He's not the only one who wants to help his love feel cherished in this moment. Whether they're fading marks or new ones, he memorizes them all, and flicks his thumbs over the dragon's nubs.

His hands shift to Dan Heng's back when the shorter man decides he has been teased enough by that chest. Blade's fingertips turn to nails as they scrape through Dan Heng's hair, down his neck and spine, and trace the lines of his shoulderblades. Being treated with such determined gentleness is... unexpected. He thought Dan Heng would rip his clothes off, and he's fine with that, but the tenderness undoes him utterly.

He's not ashamed of his scars, but something about them always makes people flinch. Yet Dan Heng doesn't flinch or shy away at all. He touches him without fear. Blade is so wound up simply by watching him work that the lick earns a soft, thready moan that surprises him.]

O-oh...

[Blade was not aware he could make that noise. He squirms a little and rubs his foot against Dan Heng's leg.]

Hah, that's... nnh, good.

[He bites his bottom lip, and massages Dan Heng's back encouragingly.]

[There's a softness in Dan Heng's eyes when Blade doesn't hesitate to touch his scars. With the way his partner looks at him, speaks to him, even touches him... he truly feels like a work of art worthy of such attention. As he feels thumbs over his nubs, he gasps sharply.

He can't help a low, deep moan when his partner scrapes his nails over his body. The dragon arches his back slightly into the nails that run along his spine and shoulder-blades, greatly enjoying the sensation. Yet the delicious sharpness doesn't make Dan Heng rush in his work.

Hearing that thready moan gets a shudder from Dan Heng. His blue eyes flick up to look at his partner's face. He runs his hands along Blade's sides down to his hips as the taller man squirms, slipping underneath the fabric of his pants and underwear.]

Mm, not as good as you are.

[His lips quirk upwards in a tiny smirk.]

Forgive me. You're beautiful, A-Xing, and I want to savor that.

[With that being said, Dan Heng then gets back to work. He runs his tongue more confidently along the scars on Blade's chest, and then gently nibbles at them. Dan Heng keeps himself away from pain or marking his love. Instead, he keeps to reverent touches and an open appreciation to the other man's scars. After a moment, the dragon licks teasingly at a nipple as he looks up at Blade's face. He encloses his lips around it with a gentle suck and only a bare hint of teeth.]

[He flushes at the tease. He's pale, and it travels all the way down his shoulders. Turns out Blade has a full body fluster when Dan Heng gets him going.]

Tiánxīn...

[Whatever else he might have wanted to say drops out of his mind entirely. Dan Heng's tongue feels incredible against his skin, his scars, showing him in no uncertain terms that he is loved and wanted. He grimaces with pleasure and doesn't try to keep himself quiet, not when Dan Heng finds his nip.]

Ah! D-Dan Heng...

[Jesus, they've barely started and he's already hot underneath these clothes.]

I-I'm not made of porcelain. You can go a little harder.

[He huffs, and filters his fingers through Dan Heng's hair. Despite his cherry-red cheeks, he manages eye contact.]

I want to feel your mouth.

[He loves to see his partner get flustered for once, especially as impressively as this. Being called by his name or tiánxīn like that has him humming around the nub in his mouth. Dan Heng gives it another gentle suck before releasing it to speak.]

I could.

[Just to show that he won't, Dan Heng trails wet kisses across Blade's chest to his other nipple. He takes his time getting there. Between kisses, he whispers hotly against his skin.]

I know you're hardy and strong. You've taken a lot of punishment and hurt. [He teases his tongue around Blade's nipple while his hands rub warmly at his hips and the small of his back.] Mm... my star, let me treat you like the precious treasure you are to me. [Dan Heng gently sucks on his nipple and teases his beloved a little by rubbing his thighs, but never getting close enough to where he wants to be touched. He then speaks in slow, almost languid Cantonese:] A-Xing is more beautiful and precious than celadon.

[Dan Heng moves up to give fluttery kisses along Blade's neck, occasionally giving it light sucks and gentle nibbles. Again, it's not enough to leave any marks. When he's satisfied, the dragon carefully extracts himself from his lover's arms.]

Take your shirt off for me. I need to get something.

[He's not going far, only to the nightstand. However, it does give Blade a good look at his scales. As silvery blue as moonlight, they perfectly trace the shape and length of his spine from neck to what he can currently see of his lower back. Dan Heng rummages through the drawer of the nightstand for a few seconds before pulling out a bottle of lube. He comes back to his boyfriend and settles between his legs.

There's a glint in his blue eyes as he then starts to trail kisses and licks along the scars of Blade's abdomen, slowly moving downwards. Eventually, Dan Heng reaches his pants and he places his hands between his boyfriend's thighs to gently push them apart. The dragon nuzzles and kisses at the package hidden behind the fabric with unbridled affection.]

[Blade is getting spoiled. He's overwhelmed already, his face hot and his eyes wet. Dan Heng draws lusty noises out of him like beautiful music, soft pleas and hushed groans, and sighs of pleasure. He arches beneath that gifted tongue and those determined hands, tilts his head back, and murmurs Dan Heng's name again and again. He's too distracted to do much more than scratch and rub at Dan Heng's back, but he feels the beautiful scales there and does pay them special attention.]

P-please...

[He isn't even sure what he's begging for at this point, but Dan Heng's separation is at once a reprieve and unbearable... He wastes no time flinging off his shirt to some corner of the room, and tries to catch his breath. It's then that he notices just how beautiful those scales look, and he gazes at Dan Heng with no shame at all—only admiration and desire.]

Gorgeous, [he murmurs, only to interrupt himself with a heated gasp, and then another. He's back to writhing pleasantly, his fingers twisting in Dan Heng's short hair as he dips lower.] —nnnh, you tease...

[He shivers again, and curls his toes against the bedspread.]

Do you know... how many nights I spent... dreaming about you? [Absolutely shameless, he continues:] My hand was never enough. I wanted—wanted your voice in my ear.

[The attention to his scales earn Blade low moans and Dan Heng arching his back into his touch. He's noticably louder when his lover goes against the grain. He can't really describe what it feels like, but it sends electric pleasure throughout his entire body.

God, but he loves the way his partner says his name in pleasure. The way Blade's back arches underneath him as he slowly blooms like a radiant flower from just Dan Heng's touch. His begging.

The staring and the way Blade calls him gorgeous gets an impressive blush from Dan Heng. His neck, shoulders, and the tips of his ears go a bit pink along with his cheeks. At least his revenge is in the form of getting his lover to writhe underneath him. Dan Heng's even smiling when he's called a tease, like he's proud of it.]

I can't help it when I have my star all to myself.

[Oh. Oh, Permanence, that has Dan Heng flushing red. He's flustered, certainly, but he also feels an excitement that runs alongside pleasure.]

Now who's a tease? [He sounds amused, though. His eyes have grown a shade darker with want as he looks up at his partner's face, but there's also... adoration that can be seen lurking underneath it.] You'll have to tell me more about what you've dreamed of me doing to you, A-Xing.

[Slowly, Dan Heng pulls Blade's pants and underwear off of him entirely. He takes a shameless moment to admire his boyfriend's naked body. Part of him can't quite believe that he's even allowed to touch him. The other man looks like a work of art, and he gets the vague sense that Dan Feng thought the same no matter how often he's looked at Yingxing. Dan Heng runs his hands recently over Blade's thighs and lowers his head down between them. He takes the blacksmith's length in one hand with a tender grasp. Then, he slowly trails kisses from base to tip and follows that up with a slow, languid lick. The dragon moans softly just from the taste.]

Mm... you taste as good as you look, my star. [Dan Heng looks up at Blade with a smile that suggests he's thoroughly enjoying himself when he says:] Are you going to be a good boy for me?

[Of course he's proud of it. But this is part of how they test each other, challenge each other; one can't blush without the other trying to get revenge somehow.]

Your star has wanted that for a long time.

[He notices how Dan Heng likes the touches to his scales, and gently scrapes his nails over them again and again, hoping to draw out more of those beautiful noises.]

Hahah... maybe I'll tell you about it later.

[He feels all his nerves stand at attention when Dan Heng strips him. Blade is scarred, but each scar tells a story. Sometimes it's a stupid story, but at least it's his. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as warm hands caress his thighs. The anticipation is too much. One hand twists into Dan Heng's hair while the other grasps his shoulder, and Blade tries to stifle the pathetic needy noise he makes with his own lips.]

Dan Heng, [he manages through a blush and wide red eyes.

And then he hears that taunt. He can't help himself. His fuzzy triangular ears pin back against his hair, followed by his tail waving furiously on the bed beside him.]

I... I... anything. [How can he deny Dan Heng when he's looking at him like that, with his manhood in his hand?]

[The more continuous, gentle scraping of nails against his scales has him moaning, shutting his eyes for a moment in pleasure. After a point, Dan Heng breathlessly moans:]

Ah... A-Xing....

[It's good to know just how sensitive his scales are, but Dan Heng isn't expecting such a reaction out of himself. Judging by the slight flush of his cheeks, he's a little embarrassed. However, a glance at Blade's expression is enough to make the embarrassment worth it.

The dragon hums softly in pleasure as he feels a hand twist in his hair and grip his shoulder. Blade's needy noise and the way he says his name pleases Dan Heng. His smile becomes one of mischief and triumph at getting such a reaction out of his partner from that taunt. He knows exactly what he did.]

Then I want you to stay just like this.

[Dan Heng grabs the lube with his free hand and pop opens the top with his thumb. He lets go of Blade's manhood to fondle his balls while licking along the underside of his length from base to tip. The dragon puts his lips around the tip with a gentle suck and a soft moan of pleasure. His darkened, blue eyes flick up to look at Blade while he does this.

He releases his hold on his partner's balls long enough to coat the fingers of his other hand in lube. As the dragon takes more of Blade into his mouth—his eyes no longer leaving his partner's face—he starts to tease at his lover's entrance with a lubricated finger. His other hand returns to playing with Blade's balls. He's taken in about half of his boyfriend's length into his mouth, moaning around it like the taste is beyond good. Dan Heng takes a deep breath through his nose, and he can smell the need and desire from his boyfriend. That's new, but he doesn't question it at the moment. Instead, he focuses on slowly taking Blade in all the way down to the base, swallowing tightly around it as he gently tugs on his beloved's balls. Hopefully, that's enough of a distraction to let him slide his finger in without resistance.

Gods, he's glad for all the research he's done into this subject. Otherwise, he would've been much more lost about what to do.]

[Blade watches him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, the only creature worthy of reverence, the only light in the sky. He worships Dan Heng with his hands when he's not distracted, and quietly urges him on with heated gasps and groans of his lover's name. This is... better than he imagined, somehow. More intense. It's sweet and slow like chocolate pouring into a mold, like the most luxurious wine; he licks his lips and wishes he could kiss Dan Heng right now.

He barely stifles a pleased whimper as he feels more and more of that blessed mouth on him. He shivers, toes curling again, and cries out unabashedly. He's never been this open with anyone. Blade typically endures it all alone, but this time instead of pain he's overwhelmed by the pleasure that being doted on brings.]

Aah! D-Dan Heng, please, please...

[He tries to keep from bucking up into the dragon's mouth even as he's swallowed and his rocks become playthings. Instead, he throws his head back into the pillows and sobs his lover's name, tightening his grip on dark hair.]

More, please, I... need you.

[He feels the finger stretching around his entrance and remembers he needs to relax. A distant memory, something he read once or did. He can't remember. He's certain he's never slept with anyone in this life, so it takes some slow breathing to get it right.

But when he does-- he squeezes around Dan Heng's finger and realizes he wants so much more.]

Another, [he moans.] It's not like I can walk anyway.

[Dan Heng can't help shivering a little at the intensity of Blade's stare. It's not out of fear or trepidation, though. He likes it a lot. He feels like he's beautiful and awe-inspiring. A part of him feels more settled and at ease, as if he's finally been convinced that Blade will truly see him as gorgeous no matter if he's human or Vidyadhara.

The dragon is very much enjoying all of these delicious sounds from Blade. Whether it's crying or whimpering, he wants to hear it all. His partner's begging is a siren song that makes him grow hot, but he resists the urge to give into it. Dan Heng moans around the hot length in his throat as Blade tightens his grip on his hair.

He almost takes Blade out of his mouth to sass him, but decides it's not worth it right now. This is their first time in this life. He wants to make that kind of... special. So, instead, Dan Heng brings his head up to the head of his love's manhood and sucks hard on it. At the same time, his thumb rubs firmly and slowly along the length of his perineum, and slides in a second finger while Blade deals with that sensation. The dragon swirls his tongue languidly around the head, and then bobs his head up and down his length in a slow, steady rhythm. His fingers thrust into his partner in that same rhythm, scissoring and stretching him.]

[Blade is just kind of impatient, and that's something they both will learn to deal with. In truth, he doesn't mind at all if Dan Heng goes slow. He's happy simply to be here, helping to make Dan Heng happy, and that's nothing if not obvious from the sounds he makes.

Dan Heng's mouth is so hot and so tight around him. Truly even his dreams couldn't have prepared him for this. Blade is afraid he'll come too soon, but every time he tries to say something he can only sob and cry out. He is forever weak to his determined will, his stubborn gentleness; the thumb rubbing along his nerve and the hard suck earn the dragon a proper keening.]

Dan Heng!

[He writhes a little, since he can't buck up into that mouth. He shivers again, both hands twisting into his lover's hair this time. He can't keep quiet. Every calculated little suck, every plunge of those fingers has him groaning.]

Hahhh... tiánxīn... [His breathing and self-control is in tatters.] Y-you feel so...

[Dan Heng loves the impatience. It's part of Blade, and there's a certain thrill he gets from making the blacksmith impatient in his passion. A certain part of him is also thrilled to see how well his partner is obeying the 'stay' order. That's... going to get explored more later, for sure.

He moans around his love's length at the keening of his name and when he feels both hands in his hair. The dragon's eyes look up at Blade's face through dark lashes as he once more takes all of his manhood down to the base and swallows hard. With a gentle press to his perineum, Dan Heng slips in a third finger. His other hand leaves Blade's balls to press down firmly on his hip to help keep him from bucking into his throat.

His jaw is starting to ache and there's an uncomfortable tightness in his pants, but he keeps going. Dan Heng curls his fingers, and then thrusts them gently and slowly into his partner. He savors Blade's taste as he goes up and down the full length of his manhood with his tongue flattened around the underside, sucking hard on the tip and swallowing just as hard when he's in his throat. His dark, blue eyes seem to be silently begging for Blade to come.]

[Blade is dying. At least it's the best death he's ever had. He catches a glimpse of those beautiful eyes trained only on him, full of love and want, and he doesn't think he can go on. He tilts his head back and cries out, loud and ardent and trembling at the edges, crimson eyes wet with lust.]

I-I'm—

[He tries to buck up into that lovely mouth but he's held fast. He's close, though, and it isn't long before everything in him tightens.]

Gēge—!

[He screams wordlessly and comes hard, clinging to his lover's hair, back arched away from the bedspread. He feels so damn dizzy. He tries to ride it out as much as Dan Heng will let him, until the awareness of the world returns. The air feels cool and sharp.]

Hah... I...

[Dan Heng finds his partner to be as gorgeous and bright as the stars he's named after. Blade truly shines here in this moment as he cries out ardently and tilts his head back so fetchingly. He loves to see how this has completely overwhelmed his lover.

He doesn't expect Blade to scream gēge. The dragon shudders, which is then followed by a noise of pleasure as he feels hands clinging tightly to his hair and warmth hitting the back of his throat. Dan Heng swallows it all, gently taking his boyfriend through his climax. When Blade has come down from his high, the dragon carefully slips his fingers out of the other man and licks him clean. He wipes his fingers on his pants, and then immediately pulls them off since he has now gotten uncomfortably hard after all of this. Dan Heng lies on top of his boyfriend looking a little pleased with himself.]

Mm, you were a very good boy, A-Xing. [Dan Heng peppers his face with soft, fluttery kisses. He's willing to wait for Blade to catch his breath after what looked like an intense orgasm.] So... gēge is what you want to use for me, hmm? Because I'm older than you?

[His tone is teasing.]

[Blade groans and bites back his shivers as Dan Heng cleans him up. It takes him a minute to come back down, and then his grip loosens and he begins stroking Dan Heng's hair instead.

At last Dan Heng crawls on top of him, though the compliment and the kisses has his tail swishing against the sheets again. He loops one arm around Dan Heng and rubs his back.]

I... I don't know. It just slipped out. Unless you like it...?

[He lifts a hand so he can cover his face, which is hot with embarrassment.]

I'm new to this, all right? I don't know what sexy talk is. I can't just age twenty years overnight and suddenly be smooth as hell!

[He is so flustered.]

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[Dan Heng is more than content to have Blade's arm around him. However, with the way his partner's covering his face and going red with embarrassment, he can't help himself from chuckling softly.]

I do like it. I just wasn't expecting to hear that from you. Although, I suppose that your younger self did call me that, too.

[He schools himself into being calm and composed again, even though he really wants to keep laughing. He doesn't want to be mean about it.]

I wouldn't want you to, A-Xing. [Dan Heng pauses and then teases:] Even if I did love your white hair. It suited a beautiful star like you.

But you weren't so smooth in the beginning back then, either. I distinctly recall being told that Cloud-Piercer was made with piercing dragon scales in mind, and that Dan Feng should take care not to hurt himself with it. "It's meant to protect you," if I remember correctly.

[He groans.] Please... I barely remember that.

[He rubs at his face. At least Dan Heng is teasing him harmlessly and he's not mad or something.]

W-well. If you like it that much, I'll probably start turning white in a few years, like I did in our past lives... [He'll be salt and pepper for a while, but he'll deal.

Never mind, he's blushing more.]

... I remember. [That's new.] ... Wanted something else to do the piercing.

[He coughs.]

Heh, you were very cute.

[Dan Heng smiles at that and kisses the corner of Blade's mouth.]

Whether it's like it is now or salt-and-pepper, your hair is beautiful to me.

[As if to prove his point, he lifts strands of inky hair to his lips and kisses them. His blue eyes are on Blade's face as he does, a hint of a smile lifting his lips.]

Mm, that doesn't surprise me. [Dan Heng trails fluttery kisses along Blade's jaw up to his ear.] Before we get into that, however... are you okay to keep going? I don't want to undo all of the progress you've made in healing up.

Mm... [He's easily appeased with kisses, and melts when Dan Heng kisses his hair so tenderly. He truly adores this man, and traces the shell of his ear while gazing into those eyes.] Can't believe I get to grow old with you twice.

[He chuckles lightly at the kisses, unable to resist a grin and closing his eyes.]

Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just... [He lets out a sigh, not of exasperation but of fondness. His eyes are still a little wet.] I love you. I really love you. [He filters his fingers through Dan Heng's hair, and shifts so he can return all those kisses to his face.] I love you...

[He takes in a deep breath and tries again.]

You probably already figured this out, but I haven't been with anyone before. Are you all right with continuing to take the lead?

[He leans a little into the touch to his ear, not unlike a cat. His blue eyes grow warmer at that.]

I'm glad I can be part of your life.

[Dan Heng chuckles softly when Blade insists that he's fine. Then, the onslaught of affection begins and he can't help surrendering himself to it. The dragon melts a little more for every kiss that's returned and because of the fingers in his hair. He reaches out to gently rub a thumb under a crimson eye, almost like he's ready to catch any stray tears.]

I love you, too, A-Xing. My bright Arcturus.

[The dragon reaches down to his partner's chest with his free hand, rubbing at a pectoral warmly and slowly. Blue eyes seem to sparkle with mild amusement.]

I haven't, either. Much of my 'taking the lead' so far has been because of research... and in small part past memories. [Dan Heng leans down to nibble gently along the curve of Blade's ear while his thumb languidly swipes over his nipple. He lowers his voice as he adds:] I want to treat my Furnace Master as if he's a delicate flower. Relax.

[He trails gentle nibbles and kisses down along his neck, breathing in Blade's scent. Dan Heng's reminded of cinders and spice, something uniquely his partner that mixes with desire and sweat. His attention turns to Blade's pulse point, licking and kissing at it yet never making a mark. The same treatment is given to his lover's throat with a soft sigh, and his hand moves from Blade's face to cradle the back of his head. The hand at his partner's chest moves down to stroke along his abdomen before taking the lube and coating his length generously with it. It's cold, but he doesn't seem to react to it.

With a deep breath, Dan Heng lines himself up and slowly pushes inside his love. Blade's a lot hotter and tighter than he thought, making him gasp before letting out a soft and almost desperate moan. He pauses after he's in a little deeper, already clutching at his lover's hair and the bedsheets tightly. The dragon buries his face into the crook of Blade's neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent deeply in an effort to relax himself while giving his lover time to unclench as well.]

A-Xing, you feel too good already.

[He wants to frame this moment. Right now, the torture that was Mara is so far away he can forget it for a while; even his injuries seem insignificant with Dan Heng in his arms. For once, he isn't thinking about anything besides how glad he is to be alive. The thumb under his eye, a familiar and calming gesture, makes his lashes flutter.]

Always.

[He sighs into Dan Heng's touch, his chest rising and falling with his slow breathing.]

Hahah... you're doing well. I feel like I'm beginning to remember, too, but it's... foggy. [His breath hitches at the nibbling on his ear. They're so sensitive, it's hard to keep talking. He tries, though, by stroking Dan Heng's ear in turn, and scraping his nails up the back of his neck.] A voice in my ear saying... kiss here, or... nnnhh. Touch there...

[He chuckles softly.] How can I relax when my heart races when I look at you?

[Still, he does try. He makes soft, plaintive little noises of pleasure as he's kissed and nibbled, and notes how excited his tail gets when he notices Dan Heng bathing in his scent. Despite being part dog, Blade hasn't considered the primal instinct much up until this point, unless one counts catching popcorn out of midair when it's tossed at him.]

Dan Heng, [he whispers, curving lightly into the stroking.] My love. My life.

[He tries to relax as Dan Heng eases himself in. It takes a minute for him to remember how to breathe out, which muscles to focus on. He moans long and low, his fingertips clutching at the dragon's back.]

F—fuck, that's... incredible.

[Dan Heng is so much thicker than Blade expected, or maybe he just feels different. It isn't like how he dreamed at all, but that's not a bad thing. He can tell Dan Heng is having a little trouble too, so he measures his breathing while stroking up and down the iridescent scales of his lover's spine. He turns his head a little to leave kisses in the fluffy dark hair he loves so much.]

I-it's all right, [he manages.] I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[He has a longer reach than Dan Heng, so he slips his fingers just a little lower and begins massaging the small of his love's back.]

[Dan Heng hums softly as Blade strokes his ear, but it turns into a groan when nails scrape up the back of his neck. Even the scales there are quite sensitive it seems.]

Nngh, I'm... hoping not to remember too much. I want to know you myself.

[He chuckles softly and a pink blush dusts across his cheeks at that remark. Blade may be new to dirty talk, but he's still a smooth flirt.

Getting his partner to curse feels like a compliment, which he'll take without question. As Blade strokes his scales gently and buries kisses in his hair, Dan Heng slowly starts to loosen his grip and relax. With his partner's warm hand slipping down to massage his lower back, the dragon simply melts underneath his touch. He kisses Blade's shoulder and neck before lifting his head to look at his love's face. He's grateful. Though he doesn't have the words for it, it can be seen in his eyes.

The dragon moves to nibble at his fluffy ear before easing himself further inside Blade, moaning openly as he does. Once he's fully buried in his lover, Dan Heng instinctively grinds slowly and firmly into him. He waits a moment for his boyfriend to adjust before beginning to thrust into him. His rhythm is slow but hopefully hard enough to be satisfying to his beloved. Dan Heng reaches down between Blade's legs to stroke his length in the same rhythm, twisting his wrist occasionally, and shamelessly enjoying the feeling of Blade's body.]

Ahhh, A-Xing, you're so good... such a good boy....

Mmm... me, too.

[As much as he has echoes of past life memories, he wants their first time to be all their own. He studies the way Dan Heng melts beneath his hands, as if Blade were sculpting him from clay, and strokes his skin and scales with all the same reverence.]

Beautiful...

[His other compliments dissolve on his tongue when it's time to move. He groans thickly and tilts his head back against the pillows, lips falling open around Dan Heng's name.]

Ohhh... Dan Heng...

[He feels so unbelievably full. He sighs and squeezes around his lover experimentally, only to bite back a whimper.]

P-please—

[He filters his fingertips through Dan Heng's hair, and clings to his back after a little while, remembering that his love likes his scales stroked. So he does that, nails scraping with variable pressure, while he tries to keep from losing his goddamn mind.

It's difficult. Every thrust feels like he goes deeper and deeper, and Blade can barely keep his eyes open. He cries out Dan Heng's name between ragged moans. However, it's the soft pleas of his own name, the praise, that makes Blade clench breathlessly tight around his beloved.

That feels even better. He keens, unable to keep quiet for the life of him with Dan Heng's hand wrapped around his manhood and the slow, thorough roll of their hips. He wants to put his legs around Dan Heng's shoulders but he's not sure he can make the stretch by himself.]

Ah—! Fff-fuck, you feel so good...

[He grabs Dan Heng's free wrist and slides it up Blade's thigh.]

H-help me lift? I want to be closer.

[Dan Heng isn't sure what to do with the reverence of Blade's touches, but he likes it and he likes being called beautiful by him. Even if no one else agrees, it's enough if his boyfriend thinks so.

However, in this moment, Blade is the beautiful one. His dark eyes watch hungrily as his partner's head tilts back in pleasure and says his name so sweetly. The dragon clutches tightly to Blade's hair as he feels the man tighten around him and moans. As nails scrape along his scales, Dan Heng at times keens softly and at others groans openly. Sometimes wordlessly, sometimes—]

Yingxing....

[Yet it's when his partner goes breathlessly tight around his length that Dan Heng more ardently cries out Blade's name against his ear.]

A-Xing!

[He pants a little, but listens to his love's request. Without question or another word, the dragon disentangles his other hand from Blade's hair. He lifts his boyfriend's legs over his shoulders and adjusts himself for the new angle, practically folding the man underneath him. Dan Heng then gives a few experimental thrusts, still slow and firm, his dark eyes watching Blade's expression for any discomfort.

Should there be only pleasure, Dan Heng will take the opportunity to claim his lips and taste the man's pleasure for himself. His hand finds Blade's length again to stroke it in the same rhythm. He can only hope that this drives home the point thoroughly at how much he loves and desires this gorgeous, arrogant, brilliant blacksmith.]

[He loves the way Dan Heng cries out his name, and he echoes the dragon's name in turn. It helps that he loves it when his hair is pulled, too.]

Tiánxīn...

[He groans as he's shifted, but it feels more like a luxurious stretch. And even if it does come close to being too much, Blade knows that he likes a little pain mixed with his pleasure. But there's nothing except ardent love in his soft moans and besotted expression, and he's already reaching up to loop his arms around Dan Heng's neck when his lover leans in. Blade feels so, so loved.

He welcomes the kiss greedily, his louder, rough moans muffled by his lover's mouth. He sucks and nips on Dan Heng's tongue and offers his own in turn. Goosebumps spread all over his skin beneath a faint sheen of sweat. Blade's deft hands are not idle, though; he combs through Dan Heng's hair, sometimes drawing his nails up those lovely scales on his neck, or else tangling his fingers and tugging when the thrust goes particularly deep.

At last he breaks the kiss, however briefly, so he can gasp for air.]

I'm yours—only yours.

[He can feel warmth spreading from his core. He must be close again.]

D-don't stop—I'm—

[Dan Heng has to admit that he's liking this position more now that Blade's arms and legs are wrapped around him like this. He loves looking at the other man's face just as much as he loves getting him to cling to the dragon in his pleasure. His own low, deep moans are muffled into Blade's mouth, ardent and shameless in order to encourage the fingers in his hair and nails against his scales. He tangles his tongue with his boyfriend's, gasping hotly with each nip and suck from his partner, and gently returning the same treatment when his love offers his tongue to him. The tugging on his hair earns Blade more moaning and a languid, firm grind to go just that bit deeper for his lover.

Even when the kiss breaks, Dan Heng immediately starts leaving hot, wet kisses along Blade's jaw and neck. One hand runs all along his partner's back as he listens to the other man's desperate declaration of being his. That gets his draconic instincts' attention, certainly, but he manages to keep it under control. Dan Heng's own thrusts grow a little more erratic as he nears the edge himself. He moves his mouth to Blade's ear, nibbling at it almost desperately as he heatedly whispers into it:]

Come for me, hnngh, A-Xing, please....

[His face is turned so he can watch his love's expression, dark eyes hungry to see what the apex of pleasure looks like on the man's face.]

[He's overwhelmed with sensations: the blessed fullness, the blinding pleasure of his lover falling in deep, the hot mouth all over him. He clings unabashedly to the point of scraping his nails over skin and scales, only for something incredible to happen. Dan Heng slips that much deeper and hits the right spot, an easy feat in this position, and Blade can't keep his mouth closed at all. His eyes squeeze shut and he cries out, clenching breathlessly tight around his lover.]

Fuck! Right there—

[He's tight and he stays like that, as if he doesn't want Dan Heng to leave. Tears of exertion flee the corners of his eyes but he's not concerned with them. He begs with throaty moans, rough and real until the edge comes for him.

And then he screams something primal. He comes harder than before, paired with unavoidable shudders of bliss. As he's coming down, his mouth pleads nonsense. Call it the pomsky instinct.]

Gēge, gēge, make me yours, I-I'm yours...

[So much for the stoic man in their memories. Dan Heng has completely unwound him, and bound him around his fingertips.]

[Having Blade cling to him so tightly is a sensation he can more than get used to. It satisfies a deeper part of himself, as primal as the dragon hiding underneath his human skin. When Dan Heng finds that spot and feels his love clench so tight that it leaves him breathlessly moaning Blade's name, all he can do is keep up the rhythm as best as he can. It's becoming increasingly more erratic.

At least until the other man screams in primal pleasure. Dan Heng can feel goosebumps all over his body as he shivers. Blade's desperate begging is enough to tip him over the edge, though truthfully it wouldn't have taken much to begin with. He spills his love and pleasure into his partner, and buries his face against the other man's neck with a bright cry of his own.]

A-Xing!

[He rides out their pleasure with somewhat slower motions as he pants against Blade's neck. Finally, Dan Heng carefully slips out of his beloved and lays him back down to give him a break. After wiping his hand on the sheets, he rises up to hold his boyfriend's face in his hands and kisses him on the lips, gentle and sweet and purely affectionate. His darkened blue eyes are a little wet at the edges themselves, but they're also bright with energy.]

Are you okay? [His voice comes out as a low whisper, and he clears his throat a little.] Do you need a break or... anything?

[Gods know Dan Heng could absolutely keep going, but he doesn't want to go beyond Blade's limits.]

[Dan Heng's cry is so sweet and undeniably his. Blade feels the heat coursing through his veins and wonders, for a second, if he might get hot again just hearing him. He tries to catch his own breath while he runs his fingers through Dan Heng's hair, letting the world slowly right itself.

In the absence of the adrenaline he can tell that he's going to be a bit sore tomorrow, and his legs are tired. He's relieved to lay them flat again and simply exist with his arms around his love as they soak up each other's warmth.

The hands on his face bring him back to reality. Blade kisses back without hesitation, his movements languid, though his look is partially dazed.]

Mm... yes, I'm fine. [He smiles a little, though it's lopsided.] A little dizzy. Could use some water.

[... He's a little intimidated by the realization that Dan Heng can keep going. He chuckles after a moment.]

I might need to work up to this in the future. Have mercy on your old man, would you?

[The craftsman looking a bit dazed is a cute look on him. Dan Heng can't help smiling softly.]

Mm, I can get you a glass.

[... Oh. Oh, dear. The dragon catches on fairly quickly. He glances away and looks... very embarrassed. His blush goes up to the tips of his ears.]

I'm sorry. You're also still recovering, so we shouldn't push it regardless.

Thank you.

[That blush makes him laugh properly, light and free. He rubs at Dan Heng's arm.]

Why don't you lay back and let me take care of you? I can do that without making my stitches open up.

[His voice low and husky, he adds:]

I might as well put my big mouth to use.

[Dan Heng's blush only grows redder at that offer, especially in that low and husky voice of his. He hesitates for a moment as if he's about to ask if Blade's sure. Yet, as he looks back at his boyfriend's expression and into his red eyes, he can see the answer. The dragon still feels a bit embarrassed by both his apparent constitution and his desire-fueled curiosity. He rests his forehead against Blade's and closes his eyes.]

Okay. Let me... clean us off first.

[Gods know that his boyfriend looks like he's about to pass out the second they're done. Dan Heng kisses the other man chastely before getting up to find a washcloths. He comes back fairly soon with both a washcloth and a glass of water, and it looks like he's already wiped himself off. The dragon gives Blade the water; then, he gently yet quickly uses the warm, damp cloth to clean his lover. He glances up at his boyfriend.]

You'll stop if you feel any pain or discomfort, right?

[When he's finished, he tosses the cloth into the hamper and crawls onto the bed to join Blade. Dan Heng lays on his back with a pink blush that goes from his face to the tips of his ears and down his neck to the tops of his shoulders.]

Of course.

[He mmphs into the kiss, quite happy simply to exist in Dan Heng's orbit at the moment. He watches his love move away with a sense of longing as well as adoration. He takes the water carefully and lets Dan Heng clean him up, though he's trying not to chuckle at how ticklish it is.]

Yes, I will. I promise. [He smiles in a way that he hopes puts Dan Heng at ease. It's fangish. When he's done with the water, he sets it aside and cuddles up to his dragon.]

Now let me kiss you.

[He starts with the dark-haired man's lips, slow and deep and wanting, but he doesn't linger. He leaves fluttery kisses along all the pink skin he sees. Cheeks, nose, nibbling the ends of his ears, jawline, the hollow of Dan Heng's throat. His hands, broad and warm, make slow firm circles over Dan Heng's chest and abdomen.]

Beautiful...

[He kisses Dan Heng's shoulders, those kisses turning to kisses and nips, leaving little strawberry marks. He frames Dan Heng's slender waist in his hands, holds him there, while covering more of that skin with kisses. He doesn't ignore the scars, either; he tongues at the wound, as if he could heal it with his love alone.]

[The fangish smile does set his heart and mind at ease. Dan Heng trusts him to keep his promise. He smiles in amusement at Blade's demand.]

If you insist.

[He can never help himself from teasing his partner. Still, he welcomes Blade's kiss warmly, melting and sighing into it immediately as his eyes flutter shut. His fingers tangle in long, dark hair while his other hand massages to back of his partner's neck. It's Dan Heng's turn to look slightly dazed when the kiss is broken, but his lips lift into a smile as he leans into the fluttery kisses. The nibbles earn soft gasps and a reflexive curl of the fingers in Blade's hair, almost grasping the strands before aborting the move and running nails over his scalp instead. As Blade gets to the hollow of his throat, Dan Heng makes a soft, somewhat needy noise in his throat as he tilts his head to allow for more of that. When he looks back at his love's red eyes, his own are already dark with want again and he arches his back slightly into his partner's warm hands.

Never let there be any doubt that Dan Heng is just as smitten with Blade.

The dragon blushes again at the compliment, but he can only accept it when his partner's attention turns to his shoulders. Warm hands may hold his hips firmly in place, but Dan Heng can work with that. Kisses and tongue adore his skin and scars, making him simultaneously melt and arch his back up to press against Blade's lovely mouth. He runs his nails along the back of Blade's neck and along a fuzzy ear as he moans softly.]

A-Xing...

[Dan Heng can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his heart finally catches up to Blade's actions to a particular scar. It's a horrible memory that keeps him up at night, a permanent mark on his body and soul that proves he lived and another person died, yet his partner treats it with unconditional love. It's neither ugly nor beautiful. It simply is.

He loves Blade so much that it's overwhelming.

Unable to really communicate all these thoughts and feelings, Dan Heng suddenly wraps his arms around Blade's neck and curls upward to embrace his partner's head and keep him there. He buries his face into inky hair and breathes in his comforting scent.]

S-sorry... I need a moment.

[Dan Heng's smiles are so soft and so rare. Blade knows how special it is that he can see them as often as he does, and he treasures each one, like he treasures every kiss and every time their fingers twine together. He sighs happily as his hair is played with, and groans low against the dragon's skin at the sensation of fingertips massaging into his neck. He nips harder, more enthusiastically, when he feels those nails drawing through his roots too.

Then he sees those gorgeous jade eyes trained on him, smitten in his own way, and Blade flushes all the way to his elbows. He feels so... wanted. He feels worthy. This is new for him. He can't believe how fortunate he is. Heat gathers in his stomach when he hears that moan in his ear, which twitches at the hot noise.

He pauses only when he feels Dan Heng's grip on him shift. Before Dan Heng even says anything, Blade's wrapping his arms around his love's middle again, and holding him close. Sometimes you just need a hug.]

Take your time.

[His tail sways slowly. He nuzzles into his lover's embrace and adds in Cantonese:]

I love you very much.

[Dan Heng appreciates Blade greatly. He feels safe and comforted in his arms, and he allows himself that moment to regain his composure. The dragon manages a soft chuckle at the words spoken to him in Cantonese. Dan Heng replies in kind, voice thick with emotion:]

I love you always.

[Not once did he think he'd be in a relationship with someone, nor for that person to be at all like Blade. He's overwhelmed by his feelings for the other man and by being worthy of those same feelings in return. He may have sinned, but Blade is still here for him. That... means so much to Dan Heng.

He takes another deep breath and relaxes his hold on his lover, burying kisses in his hair.]

Thank you, A-Xing. I'm alright, now.

[Dan Heng lays back down, but he takes one of Blade's hands while the dragon's free hand rests gently against his partner's cheek. His small smile shows his gratitude and affection in equal measure. He decides to lighten the mood and let Blade know he really is okay by teasing him a little.]

Perhaps I should start calling you my phoenix from now on.

[Blade's breath catches at the returned affection, feeling a different kind of warmth come over him. Gods, he is so in love with this man. For Blade, there was never anyone else. Their sin was one they committed together. Dan Heng is the only one who could possibly understand how Blade feels, and the things he went through.

He makes low noises of happiness as Dan Heng leaves kisses in his hair, his tail swishing just a little faster. Finally, he loosens his own hold so his lover doesn't feel like he's being suffocated. Which is a good move, because now he's holding Dan Heng's hand, and that makes him very happy.]

Your— [His cheeks pinken. He remembers the gala in December. He clears his throat.] ... Well, that isn't wrong. Who else is bold enough to dance with a dragon?

[He shifts a little so he can kiss the corner of Dan Heng's mouth, and then he begins making his way downward, over his neck and collarbone again. He leaves more kisses down the center of Dan Heng's chest.]

Hah... I can't help being a greedy man. If you tell me I can only look at the moon, of course I will do my best to reach it.

[He frees his hand from Dan Heng's face and slips further downward, settling between his love's thighs. He massages them as he leaves yet more fluttery kisses against that soft skin, and gazes up at the dragon's face.

Blade's smile is teasing in its own right.]

... May I worship you, Your Highness?

[He knows exactly what he just said.]

[He's glad to see Blade's tail wagging a little faster. It's really cute, he can't help it. Although, speaking of cute, the pink blush on his partner makes the tease a success. Even if Blade does turn it back around on him.]

Heh, you're the only one I know who would be that bold.

[That's what makes Blade a worthy phoenix in his opinion. Bold, beautiful, and brilliant.

Dan Heng slips his hand from his partner's face into his hair, running his nails over his scalp. He relaxes near instantly at the kiss to the corner of his mouth. As his love starts to move downward with his kisses and affection, the dragon hums softly and arches slightly against Blade's lips with every kiss to his chest. His chuckle comes out breathless.]

Is it greedy when the moon wanted to reach back?

[He's certain that Yingxing and the others in the Quintet helped to alleviate Dan Feng's soul-deep loneliness. It's just that Yingxing did it too well. A trait that's continued into this life... and possibly other lives to come.

The dragon lets go of his partner's hand and gazes down at the man between his legs, blushing a little. Is this what he looked like earlier from Blade's perspective? As the blacksmith massages his thighs and leaves fluttery kisses there, his blush darkens and Dan Heng makes a soft noise that sounds like a cross between a whimper and a hum.

And then Blade calls him 'Your Highness.'

Blade's lucky that Dan Heng doesn't summon his tail to smack him this time. Instead, the dragon just tugs on his fluffy ear. His face is redder than his partner has seen from embarrassment.]

I don't know about this Your Highness business, dogboy, but... [He glances away for a moment before his eyes return to his love's face.] ... Yes, you may.

[Blade eats it up. The soft noises, the way Dan Heng presses up into him, the blush, the fingers in his hair. That chuckle, too. He tries to commit every single bit to memory, not wanting to lose it like he's lost so many others.]

Mmm... perhaps not.

[He loves his dragon and hopes that one day, the world will come to see him the way that Blade does. Not a distant, emotionless myth but a person with a sweet smile and a sense of humor, a resilient man who loves deeply.

—His thoughts are broken by the tug on his ear, though. Blade makes a noise that is a little hotter than he expected (new kink unlocked?) but the blush gets him to laugh. For a moment, he isn't touched by Mara at all, his heart free and unburdened.]

Dogboy? [He nuzzles into that thigh, just short of the apex of Dan Heng's legs. He knows he's being a tease. He doesn't care.] Well, master, if it pleases you, perhaps you can play with my tail later.

[He nips the tender skin beneath his lips, then licks away the imaginary wound. Don't mind him as he breathes in Dan Heng's scent—it seems stronger than he remembers. He doesn't put it off after that. He laps over the dragon's length with his tongue, swirling and pressing into the tip; his tail sways contentedly while he massages Dan Heng's hips.

After a minute he decides he wants more. He's careful not to scrape his fangs as he takes Dan Heng into his mouth, seeing how far the inches can go. If he calms his breathing he doesn't have to worry too much about gagging. This comes back to him in bits and pieces, a memory from another life where he liked nothing more than to sit in a prince's lap. He moans lowly at the taste, pulls back briefly to suck hard at the head, and then goes down again.

Once Dan Heng hits the back of his throat, Blade swallows and tightens around him. His ears twitch with the motion, though he still searches for his lover's face through half-lidded eyes.]

[Oh. Dan Heng isn't expecting Blade to make that sound when he did that. That gets a sharper, darker look in his eyes for a moment. He's definitely going to remember that. Still, he's captivated by Blade's laughter. This looks and feels like the real him. The parts of Yingxing that never truly died that fateful night Mara darkened his doorstep. If this is just a taste of what their future together is going to look like... then, he finds himself looking forward to spending the rest of Blade's life with him.

He sucks in a breath sharply as he feels his partner nuzzling into his thigh, just short of where he wants to be touched. Dan Heng doesn't mind the teasing at all. If anything, he likes to play into it.

... The "master" business does earn Blade another tug on his ear.]

You're—[Dan Heng interrupts himself with a soft whine when Blade nips him and licks over that spot.]—shameless, but... I'll keep it in mind.

[He doesn't mind when he feels his love breathing in his scent. He just takes that moment to say:]

The only master I see around here is the Furnace Master himself.

[Now that Blade's tongue is tasting the head of his length, Dan Heng doesn't have many words after that. He gives a low moan in his throat as he runs his nails through his love's hair. His free hand caresses the back of a scarred, warm hand on his hip. His half-lidded, blue eyes are dark as he looks at his boyfriend. The dragon has to admit that having Blade between his legs in real life is far better than in his rare dreams of passion.

Anticipation coils in his stomach before springing into a burst of heat as his partner takes him into his mouth. He tightens his grip on Blade's hair while his other hand clenches onto the bedsheets. His toes curl as his love moves back up to suck on the head, and his eyes close tight for a brief moment as he moans more ardently. Yet, when his length hits the back of Blade's throat and the man swallows so blissfully tight around him, he stops caring about being quiet.]

Ah! A-Xing, A-Xing...!

[Dan Heng's eyes are hazy as he barely manages to keep his eyes open. Blade's crimson eyes are beacons in a storm of passion as he tightly holds onto inky hair and the bedsheets like a lifeline. His legs instinctively move to lie over his partner's shoulders, hooking his ankles together. He's already trembling slightly from the pleasure his love gives him.]

[This time, Blade doesn't hide his lusty noise. He enjoys the tugging on his ears and hair. Dan Heng is reserved and doesn't find it easy to ask for things for himself, so Blade considers the whining to be a victory. Naturally, this only adds to his confidence. Gods forbid, he's going to become insufferable at this rate.]

Hahah... then let this Furnace Master earnestly offer his supplications.

[And he returns to it with enthusiasm. Even so, he goes slowly, as if he might give back the thorough loving granted to him earlier. He wants Dan Heng to feel... savored, even if Blade himself is getting hot again just listening to the cries of his name. He's determined to love every inch. He moans every time his hair is tugged, even when his mouth is full, and helps his lover rest his legs over Blade's shoulders.

Eventually he shifts a hand from one of Dan Heng's thighs to his rocks, massaging and tugging at them as he swallows his lover's length. He finds a good rhythm, though he picks up the pace as Dan Heng grows louder and trembles. He can't help growling a little as he locks his lips around the base, and he sucks hard on the tip when he comes back up.

The effort leaves him red-faced and wanting, ears pinned against his hair as he fucks Dan Heng with a mouth usually reserved for banter.]

[Dan Heng can certainly feel that Blade is savoring him, which makes him flush a little. His partner has a gift for making him feel beautiful, sexy, and powerful. He can only hope that he's able to do the same in return for his beloved. Even if it does lead to Blade being insufferable.

The dragon practically sobs his love's name in pleasure as he feels a warm hand playing with his balls while swallowing him whole. With each tight swallow around his length, Dan Heng repays it by tugging on his hair or a furry ear. His love picking up the pace and growling when he hits the back of Blade's throat leaves the dragon writhing underneath him as he cries out lustfully. However, the hard suck to his tip has Dan Heng moaning ardently.]

Haaah, A-Xing, you're so good, such a good boy, A-Xing...!

[He's uncertain of what he's saying or even if it's in English or Cantonese at this point. His eyes slip shut as waves of passion threaten to overwhelm him, and tears of exertion and pleasure gather at the corners of his eyes.]

Please, A-aaaaa-Xing, please!

[Dan Heng definitely does that for him. Very easily. Just a scrap of his attention is enough to feed his ego for months, he thinks.

Gods, though, it's even better to know that Blade is the one making Dan Heng dissolve like this. He all but melts in Blade's mouth, beneath his touch, and Blade touches him like he's his finest creation. His deft fingers leave no place unloved, massaging there or rubbing here. His memory is catching up, but more than that, Blade is paying attention to Dan Heng's reactions.

Then he hears that. The praise goes straight to his head and makes his tail wag with ferocity. He whines around the lovely man in his mouth and swallows him again, one hand gripping the smooth curve of Dan Heng's rear. The other rubs desperately against the dragon's perineum, hoping to stimulate that nerve and make him scream.

Dan Heng's face is blurry from behind his bangs, but there's no doubt that Blade's eyes are wet with lust and love. He can only pray he's able to worship the moon in its entirety.]

[Blade's touch is everything he could've wanted. Warm, loving, and gentle in his own way. The calluses on his hands only give them more character, and shows all of the hard work his love has dedicated to perfecting his craft.

Dan Heng unhooks his ankles to instead press his feet against his partner's back as his toes curl. The hand gripping his rear, the tightness of Blade's hot mouth, and the warm hand rubbing at his sensitive nerve combine to give his love exactly what he wants. The dragon arches his back and turns his head to bury half of his face into the sheets as he screams:]

A-XING!

[It's not long after that he tips over the edge. Tears fall from his eyes as he comes hard in Blade's throat with another scream of his love's name, writhing and trembling all over. His grip on his partner's hair and the sheets are hard enough to make his knuckles go white. The high is intense, but so are the feelings of love and affection for the man he knows he'll marry some day. He's panting hard, feeling as if he's run a mile, and runs his hands soothingly through inky hair as he starts to come down from it.]

[Blade's ears pin against his hair, his face burning at the volume of that scream. Gods gods gods, he'll never get tired of it, of the way Dan Heng pleads his name and grabs at him with everything he has. Blade swallows his love without protest, patient and gentle.

He waits until Dan Heng comes down before he makes a point to clean him up with his tongue. He doesn't miss a drop. He leaves little kisses along the worshiped length, and then over Dan Heng's stomach, content to nuzzle into soft skin as he's petted.]

Are you all right?

[Crimson eyes flick up to Dan Heng's face. He lowers the dragon's legs to the bed carefully so he can relax, and decides to crawl right on top of him. It's a comfy straddle, though, because now he can rest his head on Dan Heng's chest.]

[Dan Heng blushes much more obviously as he sees Blade cleaning him. However, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and gently pet an ear with one of his hands. His heart feels like it's beating a mile a minute still, but it's beginning to calm.]

Mm... I'm fine. ... More than fine.

[Honestly, he feels more energized. Not that the dragon wants to admit that right this second to Blade.]

How about you, my star?

[Blade would purr if he was a cat, but he's more of a dog so he just leans into the touch. There's no doubt the look on his face is one of happiness. He's doing a great impression of a dog getting scritches.]

Mm. I feel the same.

[He grunts as he sits up properly again, and rubs his hands over Dan Heng's stomach. Blade towers over him as always, but the smile on his face is one of mischief.]

Watching you gave me a second wind. [He gathers his hair and throws it back over his shoulder.] ... I kind of like it up here. What if we stay like this?

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[There's a fondness in Dan Heng's eyes as he looks at the love of his lives. Blade's joy and generally looking like a dog enjoying the attention melts his heart. As his boyfriend sits up and towers over him, the dragon can't help marveling at the taller man for a moment. The mischief in his red eyes feels almost like a challenge. As his beloved rubs his stomach, Dan Heng retaliates by running his hands over his thighs.

He raises his eyebrows when Blade says he has a second wind, smirking slightly despite his faint blush.]

And here I thought you were tired.

[The dragon runs his hands up the other man's hips and then smooths them back down to his knees.]

I like the view from here.

[Blade chuckles low and warm.]

I was, but perhaps there's something to be said for... [He trails a nail down the center of Dan Heng's chest, and stops.] ... devotion.

[That slight smirk is so damn hot on Dan Heng. It isn't often that he gets to see the cocky side of him, though Blade thinks he probably sees it more than most people owing to the nature of their relationship.]

Do you need a minute?

[He says this, but he's already shifting so he can press their lengths against one another, and stroke them lazily.]

[Dan Heng gasps softly as his boyfriend trails his nail down his chest. With a quiet, amused scoff, he says:]

What am I going to do with you?

[Blade certainly sees more sides to him than most, and he'll probably see even more rare sides to the dragon.

His partner pressing their lengths together and stroking them earns a quiet groan from him. Blade apparently hasn't been kidding around about his second wind. Dan Heng can feel his cheeks going a little hot. He really didn't think that Blade would get this hard again, but... it's a nice compliment.]

I think I should be asking you if you need a minute. [Dan Heng turns his head to the side. With his eyes still on Blade's face, he pulls off a playfully coy look.] I'm all yours, A-Xing.

[He really has no right to look so smug about it, but here he is, the exceedingly arrogant craftsman himself.]

I'm fine. You weren't too much to handle.

[Though if anatomy starts changing he might.

A thought that quickly vanishes when he sees that irresistible coy smirk. Blade flushes bright red and closes his eyes for a moment, stroking them both with more intent.]

I'd ask who taught you that, but I already know the answer. It comes naturally to you.

[He reapplies the lube to Dan Heng's length after warming it between his hands. He goes slowly, squeezing and stroking every inch while gazing at Dan Heng's face. Blade has big warm hands and he wants to use them to please his love in every way.]

Do you want to know what I dreamed about?

[He strokes him a little harder, and gently tugs at the dragon's rocks.]

You were on top of me, biting my ears, whispering. I could barely move, but you kept taking me and taking me. My face was in the sheets, and I couldn't look at you except when you pulled my hair.

[He shifts, then, and continues to narrate as he guides Dan Heng's girth inside him.]

Nnnh... and then... you got tired of me being on my stomach, so you... oh, god. [He pants and tries to get a hold of himself. Evens out his breathing.] You lifted my hips, and pulled my tail, and I—

[He can't hold back anymore. He sinks down the rest of the way and arches his back, giving a throaty cry and shivering.]

Fuck, you feel even better like this.

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[Blade has no right to be so smug, but it's fine. Dan Heng knows it's part of his charm.

His coy look seems to work. He's satisfied to see the redness of Blade's cheeks. However, his lover stroking them more intently has him making another soft sound in the back of his throat. Dan Heng isn't sure he'll ever get over how much he loves being touched by his partner's warm, calloused hands.]

Hah... I-I don't know about... that, but you can't be the only one driving me crazy.

[He may or may not be admitting that it's also coming easy to Blade. Honestly, the blacksmith's voice alone can be enough to make him melt if he's not careful.

Dan Heng sucks in a breath sharply as his beloved starts to coat his length with lube. The strokes feel absolutely blissful. His eyelids feel heavy as he looks back at his lover with dark blue eyes. He grips a bit more tightly at Blade's thighs before lightly running the back of his nails along them up to his hips. As his boyfriend begins to stroke him harder and tug on his balls, Dan Heng can't help moaning in response. Yet he listens as his beloved begins to describe the dream he's had of him.

The dragon can feel a blush crawl up to his ears and down to his shoulders. He really did underestimate Blade's imagination as well as his thirst. However, his mind is already racing with ideas of next time. Things he could do to Blade to make him feel good and that every inch of him is loved. As his love begins to guide Dan Heng's length into him, he grips tightly at his hips with his nails digging in a little.]

Nnngh, A-Xing....

[It feels so different to have gravity help pull Blade down onto his girth. That his boyfriend curses and isn't able to finish narrating his dream is so much hotter than it should be. The dragon in him stirs again, interested in claiming Blade, but he takes deep breaths to help calm that part of himself. However, it does nothing to conceal the hunger in his eyes as he watches his love arch his back beautifully.]

A-Xing... you're beautiful.

[He runs one hand down to the blacksmith's length and strokes it slowly, luxuriously, like he's appreciating the feeling of it in his hand. His thumb rubs teasingly at the slit. However, Dan Heng's other hand goes to stroke Blade's fluffy tail at the same time, and then gives it a gentle tug. His eyes are on his love's face as he practically purrs out:]

A good boy like you deserves a treat.

[Right as he says 'treat,' Dan Heng immediately grinds up into Blade with a throaty moan of his own.]

[Blade sucks in a breath through his teeth as he feels nails trailing over his thighs. He can't help a soft noise of pleasure when he sees Dan Heng looking at him like that. He feels like the luckiest man alive, to be so loved by the moon, to capture Dan Heng's attention like this. His own dark lashes weigh heavy. With the lights so low, everything feels that much more intimate.]

Tiánxīn...

[Then Dan Heng's grip tightens. Blade whimpers softly but his tail is swaying. He's into it.]

Hah... you're even more gorgeous, don't pretend.

[He tilts his chin back and exposes his throat, moaning long and low. His callused fingertips rest lightly atop Dan Heng's chest for the moment. He's still getting used to the feeling of Dan Heng inside of him, but the stroking has him shifting, aching into the touch.

However, it's the tail-tugging that has him unraveling at the seams. Combined with that low purr, it's like an orbital strike against his self-control. He squeezes tight around Dan Heng, a reaction to the tug, and cries out at how good it feels to have the dragon rolling into him.]

Harder, [he snarls, all pretense of being gentle and slow forgotten. Blade is on top so he's determined to control the pace, and he's decided he doesn't need to walk tomorrow.

He wants to give Dan Heng a show. He rocks his hips and rides the dragon with purpose, one hand twisted into his own messy dark hair and the other gripping the sheets. He's a hot mess, wracked by pleasure, his long hair splaying over his shoulders and sticking to the sweat on his scarred skin. Blade's mouth falls open, swollen lips pleading Dan Heng's name softly between thrusts, or simply offering withering moans.

He's getting the hang of it. When Dan Heng grinds into him again, Blade rolls his hips so his lover's cock traces inside of him, making circles against that sensitive spot. Blade shouts loud enough to crack his deep voice.]

[Blade exposing his throat like that has Dan Heng sorely tempted to latch onto it with his teeth, but he resists for now. However, as his partner squeezes around him, he echoes that cry of pleasure.

The dragon figures that his love being on top means that gentleness won't be an option. His partner likes it rough, and Dan Heng's had his way already, so he's happy to grant Blade his desire to not walk tomorrow. As his lover starts to ride him, the Vidyadhara man moans ardently as his eyes never leave the other man's face. He looks absolutely gorgeous and the messy part of him only heightens that. Dan Heng continues to stroke Blade's length with a firm hand, matching the blacksmith's pace as his thumb presses into the slit instead of teasing it. He grinds up into his love whenever he can, and grips tightly onto his tail when he hears that shout. It sends goosebumps down his arms, a soft, needy sound escaping his throat.

Dan Heng growls lowly and tugs on Blade's tail before both of his hands grip at his ass, digging his nails into the soft skin. He bends his knees so that his feet are planted on the mattress, toes curling into the sheets. Then, the dragon starts thrusting up into his lover hard and fast, sometimes grinding roughly into him.]

A-Xing.

[He's not sure if that came out as a growl, a purr, a command, or something in between. He wants this man and he's not afraid to let Blade know that.]

[Next time, he thinks, he wants Dan Heng to mark him the way Blade wants to mark him. They belong to each other. They've only ever belonged to each other, throughout the lives they've lived and the worlds they've traveled.

His lover's firm strokes pierce the fog of lust and keep him in the present. Blade's ears pin against his hair, twitching with every deep thrust his boyfriend gives him, too. He whimpers and squeezes so tight every time Dan Heng tugs on his tail, heightening their shared pleasure. Blade claws desperately at the sheets as he feels the heat spreading from his core, threatening.]

P-please, please, love, don't stop...

[He keens at the nails digging into his ass and realizes he really likes that. Something he'll examine later, probably. There's no chance that Blade will be quiet now. The dragon's strength is quiet but felt, and Blade loses the last shred of self-control he has.]

D-Dan Heng, god, you're so—deep—

[He grabs one of Dan Heng's hands and presses it against his lower stomach so he can feel himself moving inside Blade.]

I'm—

[He screams Dan Heng's name and falls over the edge before he can say anything else. He makes a mess of himself and probably Dan Heng's hand, but he doesn't care. He rides through it with enthusiasm, not wanting to stop; even if he gets tired, he wants a certain divine dragon to consecrate him like only he can.]

[Blade looks absolutely fetching like this. His ears pinned and twitching, clawing at the bedsheets like he's about to go mad with desperation; the way he whimpers and keens and begs for Dan Heng to keep going. The dragon gives into Blade's desire and continues his pace. Though nowhere near as punishing as his love probably wants, it's still carnal, primal, possessive. This one is Dan Heng's, and he's making sure Blade knows that.

Unconsciously, he growls low enough to almost be a purr as his love takes his hand and presses it to his lower stomach. His darkened eyes stare at his beloved's face hungrily, and he has to bite his lip to keep from being any louder with his sound of pleasure at hearing Blade scream his name. He thrusts up harder into the other man as he rides out his orgasm. With how breathlessly tight Blade is, Dan Heng doesn't last long at all before shouting:]

A-Xing...!

[He comes inside his partner with shallow, erratic thrusts at this point. Dan Heng rides through his own orgasm, feeling lightheaded, before looking Blade in the eye as he licks the mess off of his hand. The dragon takes a deep breath as he slides out of his boyfriend. Then, he wipes his hand clean and sits up to take Blade into his arms, only to drag him down with him as he falls over onto their sides. Dan Heng buries his face into his lover's hair, inhaling his scent deeply. He rubs at Blade's back soothingly.]

Are you alright, my star?

[His voice comes out low and a little rough after all the shouting he's been doing, but it's fine.]

[Blade definitely feels that he belongs to Dan Heng in this moment. It's... comforting, to belong to someone else, to not be trapped in his own head. He lets the pleasure take over, and keens softly as his lover fills him.

He's truly tired after that, and lasts just long enough to help ride it out. Panting hard, he somehow still forgets how to breathe when he sees his lover clean up his mess that deliberately. He's still processing that and his blush when Dan Heng takes him into his arms.

The craftsman doesn't struggle. If anything, he's boneless. Now that he has permission, he melts entirely against the other man, his face tucked against Dan Heng's chest and his arms wrapped comfortably around his middle. He smells good—enough that Blade's tail sways slowly.]

Hah... I'm fine. Better than ever.

[He nuzzles a little, unable to help himself.]

That was incredible. [He's sure he'll feel disgusting in a little while, but right now he's glowing.]

[At least this time his love is well and truly tired. Dan Heng feels more energized than anything, but also sated. He'll probably wait until Blade falls asleep before doing anything with that energy. For now, the dragon's more than content with holding the other man. He presses gentle, delicate kisses into Blade's hair and smiles slightly as he sees the man's tail begin to wag. As his boyfriend nuzzles into him, he simply tangles their legs together and pulls him more tightly against the dragon's body.]

That's good.

[He kisses a fluffy ear affectionately.]

Freedom looks more beautiful and brilliant on you than I imagined.

[Blade makes a soft noise of contentment and rubs his hands up and down the scales of Dan Heng's spine, carefully using his nails at points to make it feel good.]

Ah... [The usual noise he makes when Dan Heng gets him to blush.] Hahah... and you're even more amazing than I dreamed. [He kisses Dan Heng's shoulder.]

... I love you so much.

[Dan Heng practically melts as his boyfriend rubs up and down his scales, arching his back into his nails. He nuzzles a fluffy ear in response with a soft, contented sigh.]

Mm... I love you just as much.

[The dragon smiles as he teases:]

You were a good boy the entire time.

[His tail wags faster at the returned sentiment, but then he gets praise and it goes at full speed.]

Keep that up, [he mumbles,] and I'll make sure you have to punish me next time.

[He loves the praise, ignore him.]

[Look at that dog tail go. He's so cute. Dan Heng can't believe it sometimes given the intense way Blade looks at him.]

Is that so? Then should I start saying you're a bad boy?

[Get teased, dogboy. It's deserved at this point.]

[Swishswishswishswishswishswish—]

That's right. I'm the worst, and I bite.

[Of course, if Dan Heng looks at his face, he's grinning and completely content.]

[He glances at Blade's face and smiles at what he sees. With a playful scoff, he says:]

Heh, you certainly do.

[Then, Dan Heng whispers into his ear teasingly:]

That's alright since I bite back. Maybe next time when you're feeling better, I'll show you.

[Blade sucks in a breath at the low promise. His face is as red as his eyes, and those are as big as saucers. Even his tail stops wagging for a moment.

And then it becomes a goddamn blur.]

... Yes please.

[He hides his face in Dan Heng's shoulder.]

I know we should clean up, but I just want to sleep.

[Wow, he really didn't think Blade would be so into that given his expression. Dan Heng hasn't seen his tail wag this fast... ever, he's fairly sure. It's really cute and he's not sure how to handle that, exactly.

Yet the dragon chuckles warmly as his partner hides his face into his shoulder. He lovingly strokes Blade's inky hair.]

I'm not surprised.

[He takes a handful of his hair and kisses it gently.]

You should sleep. I'll wake you when I'm about to start making dinner so you can clean up.

[Blade sighs at the hair-stroking, and somehow melts a little more. If he could, he'd become completely flat, like a cat sprawled atop a heated blanket.]

I like it when you leave marks.

[Blade kisses more of the shoulder in front of him, then snuggles in. He pauses only to grab a blanket and tug it up over his shoulders.]

Think I'll take you up on that offer. Love you...

[He breathes out deeply, then takes a slow breath in. Within seconds, he is passed the fuck out.]

[Dan Heng chuckles again, but says nothing more to that. He's happy to let Blade snuggle more into their embrace and kisses the top of his head. His partner is, unfortunately, asleep when he murmurs his response.]

Love you, too, my star.

[He takes a few minutes to relish the feeling of his boyfriend in his arms. However, the dragon soon finds himself needing to let out this renewed energy. Dan Heng very carefully disentangles himself from his beloved, stretches his sore muscles, and goes to clean himself up and get dressed. He's got a condo to clean before Blade wakes up.]

Edward has offered us refuge on the Jackadaw. Mikleo and I will be staying there until the situation changes.

The Captain has also agreed to allow you to join us. I recommend taking him up on this offer.

[He's glad to get this text from Jun, honestly.]

Understood. Will the Captain be alright if I bring my partner with me? He still needs help moving around.

I... also saw what transpired between him and Teresa. I'll make sure I talk to him. This was....

[Dan Heng doesn't have enough words to describe this whole thing. It's been a lot.]

He says it's fine. He's even offered you two the "nice bed". [...] I'm borrowing the Serenitea pot we used during our voyage to make things a bit more livable.

[Love you Edward but we're all a group of 21st century people ok]

...That'd be appreciated. He's been worrying over you the whole time, so I think your company would do him a lot of good.

[Blade hobbles over to the dining room table. They're in the midst of packing so they can go hide out at the Jackdaw and August's teapot, but Blade is... Blade. He unrolls a big sheaf of paper.]

Dan Heng. I need your help with something.

[These are schematics for some kind of device, no less detailed than the scrolls he would put together at the Artisan Commission in another life.]

I know some Pokemon evolve when exposed to stones. Is there a kind of stone that can stop that from happening?

[He puts his pencil momentarily in his mouth so he can tie his hair back up, and then flattens the blueprints.]

This device could seal someone's powers without resorting to the ritual that the Black Order uses. I made something like this in my past life, but that person had every resource at his disposal. If I want to surpass him, I need to make more with less...

[He looks over his calculations again.]

And then I can turn it around... and maybe prevent our people from being Sealed. Nullify, protect, reflect. Nullify, protect, reflect...

[Dan Heng doesn't mind Blade being Blade. For as much as the man can sometimes drive him crazy with his recklessness and arrogance, he still loves Blade being Blade. When his name is called, he glances up from packing clothes into their suitcase.]

Mm?

[He finishes with the shirt and walks over to take a look at the schematic. Due to his past life memories and by genuinely being interested in Blade's craftsmanship process, he can follow along competently. On listening to the explanation, Dan Heng makes a soft sound of interest.]

Yes, there's a stone that can prevent evolution. We call it an Everstone. As long as a Pokémon holds it or has it somewhere on their body, such as inset in a collar, it will prevent the evolution process.

[The biologist thinks for a moment. Reflect magic, huh....]

Hm... reflecting magic is trickier. I know more about resisting or nullifying it. However, there are Pokémon that have specific moves that can reflect magic back onto an opponent.... Perhaps we have catalogued an item that can do something similar. I can see about pulling any relevant research notes from the archives.

[This could be the safer option to Sealing, and Dan Heng can absolutely see the value in that. It'll be even better if they can have protection from it, just in case.]

[Thank god for Dan Heng.]

So it only prevents evolution. Stasis... isn't exactly what I'm looking for, but it's close. It could be useful for something else.

[He looks thoughtful as he pores over the schematic.]

It may be worth checking out alternatives. I won't be able to work on much away from my forge, so I'm drafting projects for later.

First thing: Ragna is possessed and he's worried about his powers going out of control. Secondly, I told Jusis I'd find a way to arm and defend his people for a siege.

[It takes him a moment to remember who Ragna is. Since he's possessed, that makes sense for why he wants something like that. Dan Heng's eyebrows furrow in thought.]

Possession is beyond my expertise, but depending on what it is, you could see about using materials that ward off evil or have evil containment properties. It could be a stopgap for you to work on refining a better device.

[Just because mythology and folklore aren't his specialties doesn't mean he hasn't heard of such things before. Dan Heng's an archivist for a reason.]

If you're looking to defend against magic, the Shadow element is a good place to start for the foundation. Out of all of the elements, that one is primarily focused on magical defense. It's neither weak nor strong against any element. Light by contrast is simultaneously weak and strong against every element.

It's some kind of demon, but I don't think he knows more than that. [He's jotting down ideas on this blueprint though because Dan Heng has some good points.] Maybe silver wrought with holy water. In that way, it wouldn't be much different than forging another holy weapon, which I planned to do anyway.

[He looks up at Dan Heng for a moment.]

Shadow? That's... interesting. I hadn't considered that. Perhaps that was why my armor was ineffective against certain energy attacks when your cousin was subdued. I didn't think it had something to do with the element itself. [scribble scribble] I regret not learning the basics of magic, but I didn't think it was safe for me to linger around your campus with Mara free...

Perhaps I'll take a class at Cygnus myself once I've recovered. [He smirks a little.] Assuming it wouldn't be too much of a distraction.

[He reaches out and catches Dan Heng's hand, purely so he can kiss the back of his palm and his knuckles.]

Thank you, tiánxīn. Bouncing ideas off each other like this feels... familiar, don't you think? It's fun.

Mm, more like holy armor instead. You may want to ask if he's allergic to silver first. Otherwise, that will make direct contact out of the question.

[Dan Heng nods at that with a hint of a smile. He almost says something, but he's a little derailed by that smirk and the comment of being a distraction. The former High Elder huffs playfully.]

As long as you're certain you can stay focused on learning while I teach. I know how much you like to stare at me. [He clears his throat.] As far as the elements go, their weaknesses tend to correspond to the Spirit Vein's primary affinity as well. For example, you might've noticed that during December I was far more energetic and my magic was a bit stronger. However, people whose magic came from the Shadow element tended to be more lethargic and their magic was weaker. That's because the Spirit Vein was attuned to the Light element during that month. When the Spirit Vein is attuned to Shadow, the opposite will be true. I'll be more lethargic while those of Shadow will be more energetic. Cygnus has a class that gets more in-depth on elemental relationships, but it's something to keep in mind.

[Dan Heng blushes faintly as Blade kisses the back of his hand and knuckles. However, it's offset by his smiling growing a little more.]

You're welcome. I'd just been thinking that this does feel familiar. [He takes his hand out of Blade's, but only so he can wrap his arm around his waist and pull him close to his side.] I'm certainly enjoying myself... but I'm glad I could give you some ideas for your work.

I will. There are a lot of ways to approach this, so I'll take the time I have been given to find the most effective one.

[He chuckles warmly at that accusation.] I promise you I can be very attentive, [he says, not talking about paying attention to a lecture at all.] And I am a fast learner.

[YINGXING.]

Right. I learned about the cycles a few months ago, which explained my own power fluctuations in the fall.

[Still, classes at Cygnus might illuminate some of the things about magic he hasn't learned from fucking around and finding out.]

I think you've become something like my muse. [He leans into the hug, and presses a kiss to Dan Heng's shoulder.] You kindled something in me.

Mm. I'll be here if you need more ideas or data.

[Dan Heng stares at his partner. He sees what you're actually saying, sir.]

Is that so? Then Yingxing can surely bake sugar cookies at this point. Right?

[It's the most intentional misunderstanding of what Blade actually means.]

Exactly. That may influence elemental enchantments as well.

[The shorter man seems to relax instantly with the kiss to his shoulder. He rests his head against Blade's arm. Although his expression doesn't change much, there's an underlying contentment in it.]

I think I recall you saying that to me once before. [A small smile lifts his lips.] ... I like being your muse. Though, I've never heard of a muse who forces the artist to stop in the middle of their project to eat and sleep.

[Something like panic flickers across his face before he can shake it off.]

... We don't have time for that. Maybe next time.

[God, it'd make the condo smell good while they're gone though.]

Mm. It could. [He nuzzles into Dan Heng's shoulder and leaves another kiss, and another.] Isn't it natural to take care of those you love?

[He jots down a few more notes, then rolls up the schematics and shuts them tightly.]

Let me pack this up, and I'll help you with the suitcase.

[Dan Heng looks amused by that.]

Next time, then.

[He scoffs softly in fond amusement and tilts his head to rest it against Blade's. The man is ridiculously affectionate, but he wouldn't change that for anything.]

You make a good point. And I'll continue to do so, as you know.

[The dragon releases his hold on his partner. He stands on the tip of his toes to quickly peck Blade's cheek.]

If you can fold up the clothes, I'll take care of getting some stuff out of the bathroom.

[That way Blade can sit while still helping.]

[Blade makes a happy, contented noise as the affection is returned.]

... And I'll take care of you, too. [He's determined not to be some kind of burden.] You aren't the only one who can forget things like eating or sleeping.

[He grabs his crutch and tucks the schematics under his other arm.]

Divide and conquer. I like it. [He leans down to return the kiss, this time aiming for Dan Heng's lips.] I'll be in there in a minute.

[Dan Heng's eyes seem to soften at that.]

I know you will. You've proved that already, haven't you?

[Teresa's hurtful accusation immediately comes to mind. He wouldn't have regained his footing quite so fast without Blade's support. Both on the network and off of the network.

The dragon accepts and kisses him back without hesitation. It's nice to have this easy affection between them. He feels like this is what has been missing from his life for a long time.]

Hmph, don't keep me waiting too long, A-Xing.

[He'll start walking back to their room to get started on the toiletries, though.]

[Caffeine and pain medication is not a great combination. After several hours, he snaps out of it and realizes the project in his hands is far too small for normal people. Oh, it's a work of art all right; a table and two chairs, carved intricately with sturdy joints and the perfect maple finish.

The only thing is, it's made for someone half his height.

This won't work in the teapot at all.

Dan Heng is almost certainly used to him making all manner of things at this point, seeing as it's the best way to keep Blade busy, but the silence is deafening. He looks over at Dan Heng sitting within earshot. Pauses. Looks back at the furniture. Pauses again.

He's sobered up and now he's regretting it. He rubs his temples and goes for his water this time.]

Tiánxīn?

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[Dan Heng has been working on grading the first test of the semester while Blade constructs furniture. His boyfriend is a master of his craft and, quite bluntly, a mad genius about it. The IKEA furniture that came without instructions has been the best thing he's gotten for his partner from that weird Goodwill.

However, the sudden silence has him pausing for a moment. When Blade calls for him, he saves his work and sets his laptop aside so that he can give the other man his full attention.]

Yes, A-Xing?

[Blade looks at the too-small furniture again. He takes a long sip of water and swallows, then gets up and leans on his crutch.]

Walk with me?

[Please don't call it walkies please don't call it walkies-]

[Dan Heng gives Blade a long look in pregnant silence.]

... Sure. You're due for a little bit of 'walkies.'

[He gets up and stands at his partner's side. The hint of a smile indicates that he's teasing Blade. Dan Heng will follow alongside his boyfriend, though, and keep pace with him.]

[Blade sputters.]

Do not.

[......... his tail is wagging.

He huffs and starts shuffling outside toward the opposite end of the boat, embarrassed.]

Damn you.

[Dan Heng chuckles softly at Blade's reaction while he follows. The man's tail wagging isn't doing him any favors.]

Yes, dear.

[Said with all the subtle cheekiness Blade deserves. When they're a certain ways away from people, he'll take the other man's hand and thread his fingers between the other's. Dan Heng's eyes are focused on the horizon, but he senses that this is going to be a serious conversation. Still... he'll wait for Blade to bring it up himself and play along that it's just for 'walkies.']

[Blade doesn't shy away from holding his hand, at least. He weaves their fingers together almost too eagerly, and rubs his thumb over Dan Heng's. He's quiet for a minute as they watch the horizon, the boat gently rocking in the bay. It's nice and peaceful.

... He doesn't know where to begin. He looks down at the edge of the boat for a second, and briefly contemplates jumping in.]

My memories are still unclear about certain events, but... I remembered something a couple of weeks ago, and it stayed with me.

[The sea breeze is lovely, if still a bit chilly. Dan Heng's not very affected by the cold, but he knows Blade can be and so he leans against his boyfriend to help keep him warm. He gives his partner the time in silence, looking at him when he speaks. His brows furrow a little in concern.]

What was it?

[With how their pasts are, such things aren't always positive....]

[Blade runs his fingertips along the wood of the railing.]

... I thought I understood the sin we committed. I feel the gravity of it even now, lifetimes later.

[He breathes in through his nose and lets it out slowly. Then he glances over at Dan Heng.]

Dan Feng and Yingxing made a monster. Two, if you count what Yingxing became.

But... they also created a child.

Do you remember?

[His eyes are focused intensely on Blade as he talks about their shared sin. The 'monster' does remind him of the accusations of the mirage echoes. Blade can probably see the subtle way his face pinches.

"Were you sad when that abomination died, Dan Feng?"

A child, though... that rings a bell. His eyes narrow slightly as he stares at his partner in silence for a few moments.]

... Bailu. That's who you're referring to, right? [She's the only one he can think of who fits.] You're saying... Bailu... is our daughter?

[Blade doesn't look away. Instead he rests against the railing, back to the sea, and faces Dan Heng.]

Who else would it be?

[He presses his lips into a thin line.]

We lost someone very dear to us, went against every rule under heaven, and then a child appears with her face. Tell me, what else am I supposed to think?

[His brow furrows as he tries to remember.]

Vidyadhara aren't born.

I don't know, Blade, I couldn't remember anything of what she looked like in Dan Feng's time in my life as Dan Heng. I didn't even know you were Yingxing until that woman told me.

[Though, even that feels like a flimsy excuse. Jingliu's words come to mind almost immediately, questioning whether he truly forgot and whether he's just using it as a shield.

Dan Heng crosses his arms. He's... not sure how to feel about it, honestly. He has a human and Vidyadhara perspective on this, and it makes those feelings complicated as he looks back on those memories, fragmented as they are. As much as he wants to be happy about possibly having a daughter... the circumstances of her birth, Dan Feng's fall, and how the Preceptors treated her in the years following....

And the fact that he found a way to reincarnate Baiheng....]

No, they aren't.

[He remembers Dan Feng's despair at having their people's population problem sit on his shoulders alone. The pressure placed on him finding a way to succeed in freeing them from the cycle of reincarnation, of keeping their purpose as the Permanence wished.... A shadow of that old anguish can be seen in his eyes.]

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[Dan Heng's tone isn't meant to be harsh, but the words are a stark reminder of the state of their half-remembered pasts. Blade takes a second to visibly calm himself, his canine ears pinning against his hair. He's not sulking, he's just... collecting himself.]

... Sorry.

[He runs his hand through his bangs, sending them everywhere.]

I know this is a lot. But... you would have remembered eventually. The resemblance is too strong to be coincidental. I don't want to keep anything from you; I did enough leaving and refusing to explain in the last life.

[That free hand now grips the railing again.]

There's something else about this that has been bothering me. I don't think Dan Feng wanted the Healer Lady to suffer the way he had.

There had to have been other hands in this.

... That's what I believe.

[Dan Heng pauses, and then he seems to relax somewhat. He hesitates for a moment before reaching up to place his hand on Blade's shoulder.]

It's alright. And... I'm sorry, too.

[He's not mad, but they did let their emotions run a little too hot. Maybe Blade didn't think Dan Heng had been harsh in what he said, but he feels like he had been.]

I appreciate it, though I didn't necessarily blame you for not saying anything. Even if your past life didn't hate Dan Feng, I still would've understood anger towards him... and Dan Heng.

[Dan Heng takes his hand off of Blade's shoulder so that he can curl it underneath his chin in thought.]

Mm... while I think you're the best judge of Dan Feng's thoughts, I can't reconcile the narrative fed to the public with what I know of myself. While we are different people, there are core characteristics that remain the same across incarnations. At least, that's what I've come to believe.

[He thinks some more and then looks up at his partner after a moment.]

The Preceptors. They were involved in many matters, including Dan Feng's sentencing and death, and they had no problem with sending assassins after Bailu when I tried to speak with her for the first time. The maid that had been assigned to her and orchestrated the assassination attempt that day did try to get me to visit the Preceptors first, but I had refused. She didn't seem to like that I had no intention of reclaiming my status as High Elder of the Luofu.

[Blade leans into the touch a little, his expression mild.] It's fine. Really. My memory isn't the best, but it's a little better than yours when it comes to certain matters of the past. I would do well to remember that.

As for the anger... I doubt all of it was my own. [A pause.] When you—that is, the Dan Heng of the past—said that you would see it through until the end, that was the happiest I'd ever been. I didn't hear that woman's voice in my head for once.

[He squeezes their still-twined hands. See? Everything is fine. Ish. A shadow darkens Blade's gaze when the Preceptors are mentioned.]

Them again.

[He can't even be surprised, though hearing that they had tried to kill Bailu, an innocent, infuriates him enough that he bares his fangs for a second.]

They would have strongarmed you into it if you had gone, or worse. Perhaps they would have even threatened you with her well-being if you didn't cooperate.

Snakes. Vipers. [His grip tightens on the railing.] What are the chances they were part of this from the very beginning? What if... they deemed Dan Feng uncontrollable, and orchestrated his fall to seize control again?

[There's nothing they can do about past lives, about sins committed by them or by the Preceptors. And yet a part of him still despairs, knowing they struggled and struggled to free themselves of fate's trappings and couldn't see their way out of it.

No wonder the old Blade had been so fucking tired.]

[Dan Heng listens and seems to relax at the squeeze to his hand. All he can really say is:]

I'm glad I could drown out her voice, even for a moment. While I don't believe I knew the full extent of it, I... did get something of a taste of how her words can get into your head.

[Whatever she did, he knows it must've been torture to Yingxing. She implied as much from what he remembers, and Blade's unwillingness to even say her name in this life tells him all he needs to know.

Seeing how tightly the other man grips the railing, the dragon squeezes his hand reassuringly. Even if the Preceptors had been reincarnated into this life, they can't do anything to control Dan Heng. At this point, such a thing would be futile and only meant to hurt him.]

A pity that I chose to remain with the Nameless, then.

[His tone is mild with a subtle hint of scorn. The only real pity is that he couldn't take Bailu with him and could only visit her. As for the rest... he closes his eyes, leaning against Blade's side as he considers the possibility.]

... I would not be surprised if that was the case. I remember seeing a mirage echo from my life as Yubie. The elders had hated his decision to seal off Scalegorge Waterscape. They believed he did it to placate the Xianzhou. It's possible they carried this hatred into his next life as Dan Feng... especially when Dan Feng started befriending people outside of the Vidyadhara.

From what I remember of a conversation with the General, I had gotten the impression that what they wanted was Dan Feng's power, but without the... willfulness I suppose.

[He suddenly furrows his brow as a sliver of memory resurfaces. It's only words rather than images, but....]

I remember... the Preceptors had said something to convince Dan Feng that using his blood would work, but it's like trying to grab water with your hands.

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[Blade grimaces slightly.] ... Better that you don't try to imagine. There's a reason I went mad.

[He calms down a little, and squeezes right back.]

That statue was just the Preceptors saving face, then. [The statue he had, after all, spent an inordinate amount of time gazing at...]

If the little lady had been raised as their puppet as they intended, or if you had stayed beneath their thumbs, perhaps they would have succeeded. But they did not.

[His eyes narrow.] ... I think, on some level, I wanted vengeance against those Preceptors, too. It's... fuzzy.

[So he's at the limits of his knowledge. Still... After a minute, he pulls away from the railing so he can take Dan Heng into his arms for a hug. He doesn't want either of them to fall too deeply into the past. He nuzzles behind Dan Heng's ear and leaves a kiss there.]

It wouldn't have taken much. Plant an idea here, a hint there, and Dan Feng and Yingxing would have made their own path to destruction.

[He settles his hand on the small of Dan Heng's back.]

But that is the past. What do we want to do moving forward?

... She is family.

[The dragon only makes a sound of acknowledgement at that. He looks up at Blade for a moment before looking away.]

It was both to save face and to remind future incarnations of Imbibitor Lunae what Yubie had done. A monument to the Vidyadhara's continued sacrifice, and the high elder to blame for the loss of our home at Dragonvista Palace.

[Dan Heng won't deny what the statue symbolizes in truth. It's both a testament and an accusation. Yet... Dan Feng turned it around to also represent a place of serenity after growing close to the High-Cloud Quintet. At least, it was so for a time. Ultimately, it became the site for another tragedy and another sacrifice.

The Vidyadhara man makes a soft noise at that.]

I would not have blamed you for that, either. They took Dan Feng's horns away after his hatching rebirth. I can't imagine that was all they took from him during his imprisonment. And as for Bailu... they kept her isolated as much as possible, but she was more clever than they gave her credit for.

[It's not something Dan Heng wants to think about too much.

As Blade takes him into his arms, the dragon wraps his own arms around his partner. He buries his face in the other man's chest. His entire body seems to relax, especially with the affectionate nuzzle and kiss to his ear. Dan Heng turns his head so that his voice isn't too muffled.]

... She is, and there are feelings that I need to sort out. [He sighs softly.] I don't know what to do at this point. If she's been reincarnated like we have, she may very well have her own family. If she arrives as an outworlder... I'm uncertain.

I do believe she deserves to know the truth of her birth, but it would be a question of timing and if she even wants to know in the first place. It may be that we should take it at her pace regardless.

[He sighs at that.]

The injustices done to you and your past lives are innumerable.

[To say nothing of how they had engineered the fall of the High Cloud Quintet. Oh, they hadn't killed Baiheng themselves, but all they had to do was throw gasoline at the fire.]

They couldn't have been doing anything good. But... I'm glad she was able to look after herself.

[He closes his eyes for a moment and lets that old anger wash off him, thinking instead about the feeling of Dan Heng in his arms. He's warm and soft, and he fits perfectly, and Blade takes a minute to breathe in and allow the cool wind coming off the water to swirl around them. He can hear the snippets of conversation from the other end of the ship, but he ignores it.]

I imagine she would have her own feelings to sort out as well. So we'll go at her own pace, and tell the truth if she asks for it.

[He pauses.]

... I'll tell her the same thing that I told you. You are not Dan Feng, and she is not Baiheng either.

[softly]

What was Bailu like? Did you know her well?

[Dan Heng doesn't say anything to that. He's not sure he can, truthfully. He can only be glad that they're not in this life at the present, even if their shadow lingers over him.

The dragon is happy to take in this moment of comfort. Blade's arms help to keep him grounded. Slowly, his heart begins to settle, though the question of his feelings on Dan Feng technically having a daughter with Yingxing remains. His thoughts are interrupted by Blade's promises, and he feels a sudden surge of affection for the other man.

Dan Heng takes a moment to gather his thoughts to answer the question.]

It's hazy still, but I remember that she was bright, mischievous, and free-spirited. I'm sure you know that Vidyadhara don't have family units, but she wanted me to be her teacher. Honestly, she taught me some things about medicine, too, so she wasn't just a student to me. Her healing powers were phenomenal, though it... admittedly saddened me that I didn't have the same power of rejuvenation like Dan Feng did. I still don't.

But she taught me emergency medicine, and that had to be enough.

You two had more in common than you had differences. You weren't just a mentor, you were a peer. As High Elder, she didn't really have that before she met you.

You made her feel less alone.

[He says it so easily because Dan Heng makes him feel the same way.]

... I know what it's like to feel as if you can't reclaim part of yourself. But you learned what you could, and you still have the power to help others as you are now.

[He smiles a little, as confident as he sounds.]

You are fine just the way you are, [he says, planting another kiss in Dan Heng's hair,] —I promise.

[Dan Heng looks up at Blade when he says that, like it's coming from experience in a way. He's never really thought much about his presence in that way. In his past life, he remembers feeling more like a burden or a stain, or someone who only brought trouble and death with him wherever he went. Some of those feelings have carried over into this life, too. Yet here Blade is, talking about how his presence has brought an alleviation of loneliness to people within his small circle.]

... Baiheng, Yingxing, all of you in the High-Cloud Quintet alleviated Dan Feng's loneliness. Even I could feel that, or at least an echo of it. Some of the samsara we were in wasn't all because of bad karma.

[The dragon closes his eyes as his partner buries a kiss in his hair. He presses one side of his face against Blade's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he closes his eyes. That reassurance makes him feel much better about himself, and reminds him just how much he loves this man.]

I will keep that in mind. [Softly, he says:] Thank you, A-Xing.

[He falls quiet for a moment.]

That being said, if I could heal you, it would do much to ease my worries whenever you climb into a mech for testing. You have done enough harm to yourself with them to last many lifetimes.

[Hearing that surprises Blade a little, but then he smiles, soft and real.] Yeah. I don't regret meeting you in any life. Either of us could have parted ways in this life, and it would have been fine... but that wasn't what we chose. [He might regret the sin they committed, and the actions he took when he went mad, but he doesn't regret entering Dan Feng's life and that of the Quintet.]

You're welcome.

[He gives Dan Heng as long as he needs to speak up again. He's... expecting this lecture, honestly.]

If I told you I meant to take better care of myself from now on, would you believe me? I can't exactly surpass my past self if I die before he did. I have to live another twenty years and then some just to make up for all the time I lost.

[He plays with a little bit of Dan Heng's bangs.]

But accidents around the forge are inevitable. If I need a beautiful doctor to help me change my bandages, you'll always be my first choice.

[That gets a small smile from the dragon.]

I don't regret that choice, either.

[And he knows that Blade also doesn't regret it. At least this time things can be different.

Dan Heng looks up a little at his partner. He doesn't seem to mind Blade playing with his bangs. However, being called a beautiful doctor gets a blush from him. He glances away in a moment of fluster.]

Honestly, Yingxing. [Despite the exasperation, there's undeniable affection underneath it.] ... But you know that I'll answer any time you call for me. Although I'll believe you if you say you'll try to take better care of yourself, I will need substantial evidence to prove you'll eat and sleep regularly like you're supposed to.

[He smiles a little as he takes Blade's hand in his own.]

On the other hand, I like joining you for lunch and dragging you away for dinner. So it's not all bad.

[Blade's smile only grows when he sees the fluster. He leaves another kiss in Dan Heng's hair, and chuckles warmly at the exasperation in his love's tone.]

I... well. It's a work in progress. Like making mechs that don't explode when they have a catastrophic failure.

[He lets Dan Heng take his hand, and squeezes a little.]

I like those things, too. Besides, we both know if you made me feed myself I'd starve.

[He takes their joined hands and presses them against his own stomach. Which is still very muscular, by the way, even if he's acting like it isn't.]

Maybe I've been eating a little too well. What do you think?

The day that you don't wind up in an exploding mech will be a true feat of engineering, and possibly divine intervention.

[He's teasing, though. Blade's kiss and warm chuckle has him smiling a little wider, and he gently squeezes his hand back.]

True, you'd likely go right back to believing that espresso shots in Monster is good enough as a meal.

[Dan Heng allows it, even if he gives his boyfriend a raised eyebrow. With the most deadpan look on his face and the driest of tones:]

You could stand to eat a bit more with how much you're burning off at the forge. [He moves the two of them so that Blade's back is to the rest of the ship. Dan Heng really doesn't want anyone else to goddamn see or hear this. The Vidyadhara man moves his hand up to Blade's chest with a thoughtful, teasing hum.] It's either that or all the food is going here instead.

[He laughs at that.] Oh, probably... [He has a pact with Venti, after all.]

Oh, come on. That was one time. I needed something to offset the bitterness of the espresso and it worked in a pinch...

[Dan Heng's deadpan is something to be reckoned with. Blade stares right back, his canine ears perked up and attentive. He lets his boyfriend maneuver him around as needed, only barely fighting back a smile.

And then he feels the hand on his chest and goes red. He tries to be smooth about it, but Dan Heng being forward always gets him flustered like this.]

Could be a little of both, [he manages with minimal stammer.] I won't complain about eating more of your food.

[He leans in, then, pressing more purposefully against the hand on his chest. His voice drops to a heated whisper:]

I wouldn't mind adding more dragon to my diet, either.

As I recall, it was several times in one night with different Monster flavors.

[He loves and adores this man, but good Lord his meal intake when they first met had been the stuff of depressed nightmares.

Dan Heng smiles at that, feeling satisfied that he's gotten Blade to blush. His comment about adding dragon to his diet does get a bit of pink in Dan Heng's cheeks, though. He runs his hand flirtatiously up Blade's chest before putting it over his boyfriend's mouth.]

Dragon is off the menu while we're on this ship.

[His blue eyes glitter with a hint of mischief as he takes his hand off of Blade's mouth to let him speak again.]

If you're a good boy by being patient until we get back home, I might consider something nice as a treat for a belated Valentine's Day.

... Okay, but I had to do science.

[He's not doing very well stifling his laughter. He knows he's ridiculous, and he's just happy to see Dan Heng teasing and being alive instead of hiding away from his emotions.

The anticipation crawls up his chest along with that hand, but then he's silenced. His ears pin against his hair. Even so, his tail wags furiously at the key phrase... He can't help his dog brain. Before Dan Heng pulls his hand away completely, though, he leaves a kiss on his palm.]

Fine with me. I can't plan any surprises for Valentine's Day while we're on this ship, anyway.

[Even if that surprise is as simple as something like top shelf baijiu and moongazing.]

... Thanks. For listening to me earlier. [If he kept it to himself any longer, he might explode.]

Did you?

[Blade's absolutely ridiculous, but that's what Dan Heng loves about him. Besides, he feels a lot more comfortable and secure around the blacksmith, even with the specter of Teresa hovering at his shoulder.

The dragon blushes a shade pinker at the kiss to his palm. Cheeky dogboy.]

I... may have had some ideas since our date at Fireside.

[A lot of ideas, really, but not all of them are limited to just Valentine's Day. His eyes seem to soften at the thanks.]

I'll always listen to you and your troubles. [Bracing himself with both hands on Blade's chest, he gets up onto the tips of his toes to kiss his boyfriend.]

[cheekily] Of course.

[Blade's eyebrows rise. Okay, so he's still blushing too.]

You... have? I see... [He clears his throat and glances off to the side.] Haha, you're not the only one. But I want to see what you came up with first. When we have the privacy, that is.

[Blade's tail swaying slows. His crimson eyes are so, so soft, like red velvet. He leans into Dan Heng without even being asked, meeting him halfway in the kiss; his arms slide around the shorter man's waist, and then after a moment they slip down further to his rear.

He's not trying to cop a feel, though. Mostly. Blade hoists him up so the dragon can wrap his legs around Blade's waist if he so chooses, while Blade draws him into a kiss as deep and rich as dark chocolate.]

[Ideas, thoughts, dreams, and hopes... All of which he's had to put on hold until after Blade recovered from the confrontation against Mara. Not that Dan Heng's brave enough to say that right now.

He seems to melt against his partner as he's met halfway for the kiss. Blade's eyes are as beautiful and soft as ever, and he feels like he could get lost for hours in those crimson depths. The dragon makes a soft, startled noise when he's suddenly hoisted up and instinctively wraps his arms around Blade's neck. Dan Heng's not anywhere near bold enough to put his legs around Blade's waist when they can be seen by other people.

However, he doesn't mind being drawn into a deeper kiss. With a soft, affectionate sigh, Dan Heng tilts his head back to give his lover a better angle. One hand grips his shoulder for stability while the other filters through inky hair to gently cradle the back of Blade's head. His eyes flutter closed as he returns the kiss with sweetness and an undeniable yearning.]

[To Blade, it feels less like things have to be put on hold and more like he's finally taking things slow like he should have from the beginning. He loves this. It feels like falling in love all over again. He gets to appreciate the little things, like Dan Heng's smile when he thinks Blade isn't looking, and the sound of his laugh, and the warmth of their clasped hands. He treasures every moment like it's his last, because it almost was.

He savors the kiss, too. A quiet, happy noise escapes his throat, low and warm, as they settle into it. His tail sways happily from side to side. He could hold him like this forever, just kissing Dan Heng and sighing at the fingers in his hair.

Eventually, however, his leg starts to hurt. He's putting too much weight on it again. Still, he breaks the kiss with the utmost reluctance, and his expression is one of someone waking from a long dream. If Dan Heng's yearning can be felt in the kiss, then Blade's can be seen on his face, as if he misses every second they aren't intimately close.

He gently lets Dan Heng back down onto his feet. Then he slips one arm around the dragon's middle while he grabs his crutch with the other. Ahem.]

Why don't we finish this conversation in the cabin? It's a little breezy out here.

[Dan Heng's a bit dazed when the kiss breaks. Blade's good at doing that, though. The love that his boyfriend gives him so freely can be overwhelming sometimes, but it also fills his heart with warmth and comfort. He's just as reluctant to exit this moment. However, the dragon knows that it's for the best that they stop here.

He clears his throat gently as he brings his hands down to his sides. At least, that's the plan until Blade puts an arm around his middle. Dan Heng looks up at his partner for a moment before returning the gesture gently. He can see that shadow of pain in the other man's eyes.]

Is it? I couldn't tell.

[There's a hint of amusement in his voice.]

It's about time for your painkiller and antibiotic anyway. There's still some ice cream left, so that can be your probiotic in an hour if you want.

I see I'm putting the 'furnace' in Furnace Master.

[He chuckles a bit. Despite the heavy conversation, he's beginning to understand how it feels to be as light as the wind. He wonders if Venti knew from the beginning that he could feel like this.]

You saw right through me, [he admits with a sigh.] As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm not completely healed yet.

At least there's ice cream. [He leans down and kisses Dan Heng's temple.] Though nothing's as sweet as you.

I will neither confirm nor deny that, Furnace Master.

[If it sounds a little flirtatious, it's totally accidental. Totally. (It's on purpose.)

He leans into the kiss to his temple and starts to lead Blade back to the cabin. Dan Heng keeps their walk slow to not disturb his partner's wound too much.]

I don't think I'm quite that sweet, but thank you. That said... It's alright. You're getting better every day, and it's best you continue to take it easy for a little longer.

[He pulls Blade tighter against his side in a one-armed hug.]

I know patience doesn't come easy to you, but you're doing well and the end is in sight.

[Blade chuckles again. This must be revenge for the High Elder tease he recently remembered... Well, it won't stop him.]

Mmm. You're right.

[He leans into the hug, and squeezes back.]

Thanks to you, I haven't gone entirely crazy.

[As they make their way to the cabin door, an idea occurs to him.]

Would you mind if I curled up in your lap after I take my medicine?

[Dan Heng will be kind this time and not say that he's doing Kaisou a service by making sure Blade doesn't go crazy.]

I wouldn't mind at all. [His eyes soften and warm slightly.] Maybe, if you fall asleep, I'll take a nap myself. If you don't mind a long dragon on you.

[That goes without saying.]

Oh? [His ears perk, giving him away.] I wouldn't mind. You've been working hard, too.

[He sets his crutch against a table, and reaches over to rub Dan Heng's cheek.]

No matter what form you take, you're always welcome to lay on me, tiánxīn.

[Blade needs to stop being so cute with his dog tendencies. Though, Dan Heng's a little distracted from that thought by his partner rubbing his cheek. In retaliation, he reaches up to scratch behind one of Blade's ears.]

The same can be said for you, A-Xing. [He pauses and looks at his partner in consideration.] Hm... though, I hope that you're somehow smaller if you ever develop a dog form. I can't imagine a big husky would find it comfortable trying to be a lap dog.

[Dan Heng's admittedly assuming that Blade is a husky or malamute based on his height. Still, he smiles a little at his partner and toes off his shoes.]

Go take your medicine, starlight. I'm not going anywhere.

[And he'll go make himself comfortable sitting on the bed.]

[Blade sighs noisily and leans into the scritches, unable to help himself.]

Smaller? [He realizes he never told Dan Heng about that one time he jumped in the bath and turned into a puppy.

Still, the pet name of starlight makes him feel soft. He blushes.]

Yes, yes, I'm going.

[He takes off his shoes, too, and goes over to the cabinet so he can take his pills. Thankfully he's on more of a general painkiller now and not something so potent that he starts ambien posting on Libra again, but it's still enough that he misses it when his leg starts hurting.

After knocking back his meds with a full glass of water—antibiotics demand it—he makes his way over to the bed and cuddles up to Dan Heng with his head in his lap.]

The past couple of months were... a blur to me. I forgot to tell you about something.

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[Blade has definitely not told him about the puppy bath incident.

The moment his boyfriend lays his head on Dan Heng's lap, he starts combing his fingers through his dark hair. He turns it into a scalp massage, occasionally giving the same treatment to the base of Blade's ears and at his temples. His movements are slow and methodical with the goal of helping his partner relax. Dan Heng blinks at that, which is the only show of his mild puzzlement.]

Oh? What did you forget, starlight?

[He's testing out the pet name again since he didn't miss that blush. It's so cutesy that Dan Heng's fairly certain he's only going to call Blade that in private.]

[Blade unwinds like a ball of yarn, all the stress melting away from his limbs and even making his face relaxed. He gives a great big sigh and forgets that Dan Heng asked him a question, he's that enamored with the fingers in his hair.]

Mmmm...

[His tail swishes happily for a minute longer, then his brain catches up.]

Oh. Yes. Before Christmas, I went to take a bath, hoping it would relax me enough that I could sleep. Then... I went to step in, and I was up to my shoulders suddenly.

[He concentrates, leaning into the dog instinct that much more. And then—poof!—he becomes a fluffy Pomeranian with the fur patterns of a Husky, and makes it a point to turn his head and gaze up at the dragon, paws up to his chin.

Oh he's a natural at this.]

[Dan Heng can't help smiling as he sees how Blade instantly melts. He's ridiculously cute, honestly. However, his boyfriend's answer to the question has him furrowing his brows in confusion. He almost asks for clarification when—

There's.

There's a pomeranian-husky mix in his lap.]

[Dan Heng stares at the little pomsky.

Holy shit.

He's....]

[He's so cute and tiny.

Dan Heng gently starts to pet his ears and use his other hand to rub his belly. It's taking literally every mote of self-control to not start cooing at his boyfriend-turned-dog. He keeps himself quiet until he's confident he can talk normally and not in babyspeak.]

Well, I can't say I was expecting you to be a pomsky, but you're quite adorable. I have a feeling you're going to get away with a lot more mischief than I should let you.

[The dragon sounds amuse, though.]

[Blade wriggles happily beneath the pets and rubs. He's obviously enjoying himself. He's... not actually sure how much he can talk in this form, so he tries.

woooooOOOoooOOOooooooeeeeeeeeeerrrrr.

He closes his mouth and looks a little startled.]

[Blade's attempt at talking coming out as a husky wail is what sets Dan Heng over the edge. He laughs at the startled look on the dog's face. He cradles the little pomsky to his chest with one arm, and kisses his snout while ruffling Blade's ears.]

I see that the husky wailing comes naturally to you, my star. With how loud you are even as a human... I suppose it's fitting.

[He can't help teasing his beloved.]

[Oh, but that laugh is worth making a clown of himself. He makes more happy little noises as he's cradled and kissed, his tail wagging a million miles an hour.

He snorts at the accusation of being loud. Yes, well, Dan Heng seems to like it, so he sees no reason to be anything else.

Anyway, he goes straight for Dan Heng's face so he can lick him right back.]

[The happy little noises Blade makes as a pomsky almost physically pain Dan Heng as he tries not to coo at him. Again. He suddenly understands the appeal of small dogs.

The dragon scrunches his face as he's licked, but he doesn't move to stop it, either. He just turns his head so Blade doesn't lick his mouth.]

You're cute. [Suddenly, there's a thoughtful look that crosses his expression.] Hm... I could get you a service dog vest and take you with me, if you don't feel like going as a human. There are... some places that Cirrus isn't able to come with me for her job.

[It's not exactly a lie when Blade is a human in dog shape. Plus, he does need a service dog with his condition sometimes. It's just been difficult to find the time to get the paperwork for that rolling, especially when he's not certain Blade will even get along with the dog.]

[He nuzzles Dan Heng's jaw and shoves his nose into his hair. If he's inhaling it's just because his boyfriend smells good, okay.

That's a good suggestion, though. He pulls back a little and rests his head against Dan Heng's shoulder. He makes a noise that he hopes is agreeable.]

Eeoo-oo!

[He'll be on his best behavior. Really.]

[Dan Heng can't help giggling as Blade sniffs his hair. It's cold and ticklish, he can't help it.

His boyfriend is. Entirely too cute. Dan Heng actually can't get over this and it's driving him a little insane.]

You look like you're going to cause problems on purpose, but cutely so that you don't get scolded.

[Yet the dragon pets him and holds the little pomsky close. He sighs softly as he carefully lies down on the bed.]

Is your leg still bothering you?

[That giggling practically awakens something in Blade, so he snuffles into his hair a little more, quietly delighted.]

Mrrroooo.

[That's not a no. He's happy to burrow into Dan Heng's arms as he lays down. At the question, he hesitates, and sticks out his rear right leg a little.]

Hwroo...

[That would be a yes.]

[The snuffling does nothing to stop the giggling, but it's fine. He thinks.

Dan Heng takes note of the leg that Blade stretches out. He's very gentle as he reaches out to pet it, hoping that it's soothing instead of uncomfortable.]

If you need to change back to get more comfortable, I won't mind. [The dragon kisses the side of Blade's face, just under his ear.] Get some rest. I'll still be here.

[He hesitates for a moment before he starts to quietly hum some lullabies. Dan Heng strokes the pomsky's soft fur slowly and gently.]

[His ears pin back for a moment, and then they perk up again. He licks Dan Heng's arm so he knows it's okay. The kisses predictably make him even more excited, though... that tail really never slows down.

He lays his head on Dan Heng's chest and closes his eyes. The lullabies are nice, but he'd also kind of like to be a human blanket? He's torn. He's still debating about turning back into a human and hugging the hell out of Dan Heng when he—

—falls asleep.]

[Dan Heng keeps humming and stroking his fur. When he's certain that Blade is fully asleep, he decides that it's only fair to not be the only one human right now. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to become a dragon in shape. He curls his long body around Blade, protective and surprisingly warm. The dragon falls asleep himself not long after.]

[Attached to this message is a selfie with what looks like a Kingler and a curly-form Tatsugiri. Only the very top of Edward's head, and his eyes, are in the frame.]

The crab is Charles and the fish-riceball-thing is Bellamy.

Now how do I feed them?

[Huh, interesting. He hasn't seen many people with Tatsugiri as one of their Pokemon partners.]

Bellamy will eat any bird. However, Tatsugiri can't hunt by themselves. They act as bait for a Pokemon known as Dondozo to lure in food, and they can get very stressed and anxious without one to bond with. If you notice that behavior with Bellamy, I suggest finding a Dondozo that can bond with him. Anyone from POKEGO can help you with this, including myself.

Charles is a Kingler, which means that he's a scavenger. They'll eat what washes up on the shore or scavenge for carcasses on the ocean floor. Also, Kingler are highly territorial, so make sure you take care in raising Charles to not attack indiscriminately.

All right, that explains why Bellamy seemed desperate to hide anywhere he could find. I'll go and get him a friend—I'm assuming these Dondozo can be found in Kanto or wherever POKEGO's set themselves up?

I'll make sure he attacks only those I point him at. [Which is not very reassuring, Edward!] He's taken quite well to the Jackdaw, I've not been attacked by as many seagulls seeking my food since he took up with me.

That's right. Kanto would be a good place to start. They tend to live in large lakes. Azalea (Yuuki), Larch (Varian) and Olive (Jun) have been doing good work on making a map of Kanto, so they can help you with any locations.

Maybe keep it to defending your ship against other predators and pests instead of people. But it's good he feels at home there.

Jun I know, but I’ll admit I’m a bit reluctant to draw him away from the Jackdaw. I can ask for a map of what they’ve charted so far—I can take care of myself.

Well, he is a crab. I’d be surprised if he didn’t feel at home on the sea.

[ he hadn't been gone very long, only ducking out to collect a few things (mostly supplies, the replacement phone he has asked gil to organize, and a quick stop into the goodwill) before returning not long after. as he had promised. although he returns with a lot more than he had left with; a new hoodie, a box tucked under his arm, a bag of assorted food supplies, and a strange red and white ball in his hand. ]

Dan Heng. [ putting down the supplies he takes the box with his now free hand and holds it out. ] I organized a replacement for you phone. I apologize that it did not come with a case or any other accessories. [ a beat. ] And for the color.

[ because well... it is pink. anyway, at least you don't have to borrow everybody else's phones for a bit??? ]

[Dan Heng is currently reading what looks to be a... contract or some stack of important documents. With the focus he's giving it, it seems to be confusing him somehow. Still, the shorter man is looking quite comfy with the jacket casually hanging off of his shoulders. He looks up when he hears Jing Yuan enter the room. Dan Heng blinks at the color of the phone, but he takes it.]

It is... pink. [He clears his throat gently.] Thank you, Jing Yuan. I really appreciate it. And thank you for letting me borrow your phone for as long as you did.

[By this point, Jing Yuan might notice that the window is open precisely because there is now a dragon's head poking through it to sniff curiously at him. The dragon is about the size of the average horse, but that still makes it damn huge for what looks like a carnivore. Dan Heng glances over at the dragon for a long couple of seconds before looking back at his friend.]

...The Goodwill sent me some packages as well. He was one of them.

[ he spares a very brief glance at the stack of documents before focusing squarely on dan heng, mouth curving into an apologetic smile. ]

It is, apparently that was the only color they had left. [ gil did say that he'd get whatever they had left and well... ] That was nothing you need to thank me for, with everyone that was going on regaining contact with your allies was of the utmost importance.

[ the dragon does not miss his notice and jing yuan moves closer to the window to aid its attempt to sniff him out. ]

Ah, I visited the Goodwill myself before returning. I received an interesting looking pot, an apple, and this... [ he holds out the dragon ball toward dan heng. ] I will admit I hold little knowledge of how these work.

I see... and... he was fine with spending this much on me? [He is extremely aware of how much this must have cost.] I'll thank you anyway. ...I don't want to take what you do for me for granted.

[The pink dragon stretches his neck out a little more. He's clearly delighted and curious by whatever he's smelling on Jing Yuan. Maybe it's the apple. Who knows?

Dan Heng looks intrigued by Jing Yuan receiving a Pokeball with an unknown Pokemon in it.]

Is that so? [He takes his glasses off and puts them in their case. Setting aside the documents, he says:] I do know how that works, but we'll need to be outside to more safely check it. The chances of it being dangerous are somewhat low. The real issue is that I don't know how big the Pokemon inside the ball will be.

According to him, it wasn't even an amount that matters. [ but that is what happens when you have more money than god. ] You are welcome.

[ maybe it is the apple, jing yuan is going to pull the apple from his pocket and offer it to the beast while dan heng looks at the pokeball. ]

I see, I wasn't aware they could get larger than dear Cirrus.

[ or maybe he did but whatever, he is curious to see what is hiding in the ball. ]

I... see. It seems you know some interesting people.

[Not that it surprises him, really. Jing Yuan's always been good at forming connections. It's a skill he can admire.

The dragon sniffs delicately at the apple before butting his head under the man's hand. He desires pets more than strange apples, despite the curiosity from before.]

Mm. Some can be as small as a fingernail while others can be as large as sperm whales.

[Dan Heng stands up from the bed, though he's careful to go slow. His regeneration and Lapis' healing have done wonders, but he doesn't want to push it too soon yet.]

I could use a walk. Why don't we head onto the dock and see who your new Pokemon partner is?

As do you, my friend.

[ okay it isn't the apple, that is fine. jing yuan decides to put the apple down in favor of giving the dragon a scratch on the bridge of its nose. only when dan heng begins to stand does he stop, leaving the window to fall in at the dragon's side offering his arm to steady himself with. ]

Very well, but feel free to lean on me if you don't feel steady.

[ even if dan heng doesn't he sticks close by, matching the other man's speed as they move from the cabin onto the ship's deck. only once they hit the dock does jing yuan stop moving, turning to face his friend with the pokeball in hand. ]

So... How exactly does this work?

[The dragon makes a sound like purring, and then sighs dejectedly when Jing Yuan stops. Still, Dan Heng doesn't think about it when he takes his friend's arm. He may be proud, but he knows when to accept a helping hand. Blade's done this, too, but somehow both of them make him feel like he's a noble lady being escorted outside.]

I will, I promise.

[Dan Heng's caused enough trouble that he's not about to add to it for a little while. His pace isn't as fast as it normally is, making a conscious effort to take his time. He stops and closes his eyes for a moment to take in the fresh air. However, Dan Heng's attention turns back to Jing Yuan soon enough.]

It's quite simple. You just need to throw it. Allow me to demonstrate.

[He takes a Pokeball out of his pocket and then tosses it. From the ball emerges an Espeon, who yawns and stretches before trotting over to sniff curiously at Jing Yuan's feet. The ball flies back to Dan Heng and he catches it with practiced ease.]

That's Xing, an Espeon. I volunteered with my cousin, Zhongli, to knit some sweaters for the baby Pokemon and they let me adopt him.

[ that may be because he is the shortest of them, or simply because of the extreme care they both seem to share for the vidyadhara man-- after all, they desire nothing more than dan heng's full recovery and take every step possible to make it happen.

the dock looks like an entirely different place in the day time, he notes, observing the way that dan heng tosses the strange ball from his pocket. all thoughts of that night vanish like smoke in the face of the creature that emerges, elegant like a cat, and a soft shade of purple. he would not mind a creature like this one, he thinks looking down at the ball in his hand. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Xing. [ sharp gold eyes flick to the shorter man beside him, mouth curving into that resting smile of his. ] He is a beautiful creature.

[ in much the same manner as dan heng, he tosses his own pokeball. however, unlike dan heng, it is not an espeon that emerges but something much, much larger standing at eleven feet tall is solgaleo.

and jing yuan looks absolutely delighted. ]

[...This feels like when Blade flirts with him, which begs a few questions. Not the least of which being if Jing Yuan and Yingxing are cut from the same cloth. Or if Yingxing had been more an influence than any of them thought.

Xing looks delighted by the compliment as he sits down between them all prim and proper like a proud gentleman.]

...He is the Sun Pokemon. It felt like we had a piece of you with us, in a way.

[All other thoughts are driven out of Dan Heng's mind the moment Jing Yuan tosses the ball and reveals the Solgaleo hidden within. He stares, rendered completely speechless for a solid thirty seconds.]

That... is not what I expected. [He'd been thinking maybe it would be a Pyroar or Luxray, not a mythical Pokemon!!!] Ahem... congratulations on your Solgaleo. It's also a Sun Pokemon.

[With the shock wearing off, he's looking more and more interested in getting a closer look, but he doesn't dare approach just yet.]

This Pokemon is typically genderless, but I recall some theories that Solgaleo might be a male evolution and its counterpart, Lunala, the female evolution. There's been no definitive proof one way or another. Together, they're "the beast that devours the sun" and "the beast that calls the moon."

[Dan Heng may not have the same outwardly passionate hyperfocus Blade does, but biology has been that quiet passion of his.]

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[ each one of them influenced him in his younger years, each of them helped mold him into the man he eventually became. from his speech, to how he conducted himself, to his interactions with others, and how he led the luofu for all those years-- all of it was a testament to each and every one of them. perhaps now, freed from the responsibilities of leadership, yingxing's influence bleeds through more clearly.

his mind spins, both from dan heng's words (in particular "it felt like we had a piece of you with us, in a way.") and the large beautiful lion before him, mouth partly open in a genuine surprise. of all the creatures that could have been in the ball, he had not though it would be something like this! ]

Solgaleo, is it? [ he glances at dan heng before looking back at the creature, almost as if understanding solgaleo pads towards them, lowering its massive head to their level. without hesitation the arbiter-general reaches out, resting his hand on the beast's muzzle, amazed by the softness of its coat. solgaleo rumbles contentedly at the attention pushing its head further into his touch. ] You must be a ferocious beast to be known as such, a fitting companion for a man once known as the Divine Foresight.

[ another low rumble ending a chuff. ]

There was a story I once heard about a snow white lion owned by a great general. One day the general was called out to war and had to leave the lion behind, wishing only to be reunited the lion patiently waited the day the general would return. It waited days, then months, then years, until three hundred years later the general returned triumphant. The lion was old and withered by then, using the very last of its life to greet the general upon his return, drifting off to sleep in his arms. Apparently, the lion's name was Snowmoon.

[ tilting his head jing yuan looks dan heng. ]

I think my new friend here looks like a Snowmoon, don't you?

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[Dan Heng is silent as he listens to Jing Yuan tell this story. He meets the former General's eyes. There's a significance behind the story, a personal one, that he can sense from his old new friend. 'Snowmoon,' huh....

Arms behind his back, the former High Elder nods.]

Mm. I can think of no better creature to inherit the name, and I think that Snowmoon's spirit would agree.

[The dragon looks to the Solgaleo and steps forward slowly while holding out his hand.]

May I?

[ jing yuan only smiles as the former high elder meets his eyes, notably pleased when the other agrees with his choice of name. most would look at him oddly for it and question why he would choose such a name for a creature that is supposed to be the embodiment of the sun, but dan heng doesn't do such a thing. dan heng seems to understand, to some extent, even if jing yuan himself does not.

he turns his attention to the newly dubbed snowmoon, then back at the dragon. as if reading its new master's mind snowmoon breaks from jing yuan, padding a few steps closer to dan heng and pressing its large head into the man's hand. ]

You already have yourself a fan, Dan Heng.

[Dan Heng looks surprised for a brief second when Snowmoon doesn't hesitate to headbutt his hand a little, but a rare warm smile lifts his lips. He has to use both hands to give the enormous lion a good scratch behind its ear. At Jing Yuan's comment on having a new fan, he looks over at the former general.]

Only one? Then I suppose I'll have to work harder.

[His tone is dry as he lightly teases the other man.]

[ snowmoon appears to thoroughly enough the scratch that dan heng gives it, lowering itself down to ensure that the man can get the right spot. jing yuan, for his part, pays little mind to how quickly snowmoon falls for the vidyadhara's charms far too caught up by the smile on dan heng's face. so much so that the comment throws him off a little, his eyes widening to blink rapidly. ]

Now, now, what a terrible thing to say. [ dan heng is teasing him and he could not be happier for it. ] You know I have always been one of your biggest fans.

[He's delighted that Snowmoon seems to like him so much already. Naturally, Dan Heng obeys the demand for the correct spot to get scratched. Yet this doesn't distract him from catching the way Jing Yuan looks at him. Thinking on it, he's strongly reminded of how Blade would look at him. As if he hung the moon, stars, and sun from the sky.

The dragon makes a thoughtful hum as he looks at Snowmoon. There's a familiar kind of warmth that blossoms in his chest, though he'll need to examine that more later.]

Then I will simply have to work hard to keep Yuan as my biggest fan. Right, Snowmoon?

[Either that's too forward or... Jing Yuan won't pick up on it at all, kind of like Blade didn't. Still, Dan Heng has another matter to discuss that he doesn't want to forget.]

Ah, by the way, that weird Goodwill that gave you Snowmoon has also given me the deed to a fully paid house. I'll be talking about it with Yingxing as well, but I wanted to know if you would be alright moving in with us, too?

[ as if understanding every single word dan heng said, snowmoon chuffs in agreement bright blue eyes looking from dan heng to its partner. all of a sudden he feels as though he is being ganged up on, as if both his dear friend and snowmoon have somehow managed to join forces in the span of a few moments. hmm.

he laughs a soft sound and shifts his weight, arms crossing comfortably across his chest. ]

That should not be too difficult for you, just shine as brightly as you always have.

[ did he notice? mayhaps, it is difficult to tell with the way that he smiles at dan heng─ a smile that lasts mere seconds once that question leaves the others mouth. would he be alright moving in with them? jing yuan had already accepted that his time with them would be brief, that once the danger has passed he would return to his barely furnished home alone. that he will leave them to their happiness and take his place on the shore once more.

the possibility that dan heng and blade may very well want him to stay never once crossed his mind. ]

If you would have me... [ he begins trailing off. ] I would be alright moving in with you both.

[Dan Heng's eyes flick to Jing Yuan when he hears he laugh and quickly looks back to Snowmoon with a thoughtful sound.]

That may be difficult. In terms of brilliance, the sun is brighter and more welcoming for it.

[He gives a last scratch behind Snowmoon's ear before turning his attention more fully onto his friend. He keeps a hand on the big lion's head, absently petting it.]

And we would be happy to have you living with us. But if you are concerned, we can call Yingxing now to ask him.

[Though, Dan Heng has a feeling he doesn't even need to ask to know Blade's answer.]

The sun only shines so bright because it has the moon and the stars there beside it.

[ it feels as though he is made of little more than glass and dan heng can see right through him, laying bare his worries despite having never spoken them. perhaps some part of him is concerned that they would have little want for him when all is said and done, even as dan heng stands before him and tells him otherwise. even after all that has been said to him these last few days.

what right does the sun truly have amongst the moon and stars? ]

If we are to make the decision now it is only right that we involve Yingxing.

And the moon would have no light without the sun. The stars would lose their sparkle without the dawn of a new day.

[Dan Heng nods at that and pulls out his... pink phone. After using matte black phones for over a decade, it's going to be an adjustment to get used to the new color.]

Shall we see if he can hear us calling his phone, then? Otherwise, we may have to go hunting for him.

I surrender, you have me beaten.

[ if only because he can feel himself getting too close to speaking truths he thinks would be better kept close to his chest.

his gaze flicks towards dan heng's phone, lips pressed together to muffle a laugh. perhaps he should have given gilgamesh a specific color rather than allowing the man to choose whatever was present, but alas. ]

It will not be too difficult to hunt him down should he not answer, I am quite the skilled hunter these days.

hey, this is noctis. caleb’s cousin.

you okay? he was pretty worried about you.

Hello, Noctis.

I'm recovering well, all things considered. I'm already back to teaching virtual classes.

good. you’re a teacher?

he mentioned you once or twice. just have a question: did you also have to haul him out of trash cans all the time when he was young?

Yes. I work as a professor of biology at Cygnus Academy when I'm not doing research, archival, or guard work for POKEGO.

He... would talk to the trashcans. I never heard them talk back.

pokego? i know a lot of you guys—argenti's one of my oldest friends and wuxian plays d&d with me and caleb. yuuki helped me catch fluvius.

yeah that sounds like him. he heard "one man's trash is another man's treasure" once and i guess he decided he couldn't pass up the chance for treasure. it's actually really sweet?

[You know what spells disaster? The following tone:]

Maple~! [Oh no.mp3] Why didn't you tell me you and Yuan'er knew each other in your past lives?

[Dan Heng hears that tone and hears the trouble that it will bring him if he answers. However, he does have tricks of his own to avoid said trouble even if he answers. So... he's cautious when he picks up the phone to talk to Wei Wuxian.]

You never asked. I also didn't know you knew Jing Yuan.

[This is not a man who thinks before he acts.]

I've known him for a long time, even before POKEGO. [Casually leaving it at that.] I noticed him princess carrying someone across the island so I asked him about it. Do you know his A-Xing too? [You better use that strat sooner rather than later, Dan Heng.]

[The moment Wuxian says he's known Jing Yuan for a long time, Dan Heng doesn't miss a beat as he dryly says:]

I feel sorry for him.

[...]

I should hope I know him, as he is my partner. Though, Wei Wuxian, should I be concerned that you are calling him A-Xing when he has not even introduced himself to you by that name?

[He's still a dragon at the end of the day, Wuxian! And he's maybe. A little protective of Blade not going by Yingxing in public. At least, not yet. His partner is still working through it and he's not about to let even friends get away with calling him by something Blade isn't ready for without express permission from the man.]

Hah... [So did Wei Wuxian, if they're being completely honest. He wouldn't have blamed Jing Yuan if he went no contact like everyone else he knew. It's not like he didn't deserve it.

But oh that is a chill up his spine. That is a CHILL. Sometimes he can read a room.]

No way! I don't know who he is, but that also means I don't know what to call him. All I have is what I heard on the wind. There's no cause for concern. What should I call your partner then? Just "Dan Heng's Partner"? [Calm thy inner dragon, Wei Wuxian pleads.]

[Unfortunately for Wei Wuxian, Dan Heng also knows how to read a person. He's not the best at being gentle, but... he still tries. It's unusual for Wei Wuxian to not clapback with something witty, so this must have hit a little too close.]

...On the other hand, despite how loud you are, you have proven to be a good friend. I don't think he could've asked for someone more loyal nor more caring. So, for that, I think I have to thank you for being there for him when I could not.

[There's a long pause that's mostly just there to make Wei Wuxian squirm a little before he answers.]

You can call him Blade. That's what he goes by with most people at the moment. If it changes, he'll let you know.

[The dragon is calmed successfully. Mostly because he likes Wuxian and figures that the loud dumbass just stepped on a mine unintentionally.]

[Wei Wuxian really thought that'd be enough for Dan Heng. But he's not exactly aware of his own very obvious tells. He is... caught off guard by that, actually. Enough that it actually got him to shut his hole for a moment. It's rare that he's given any praise.

How does one respond to it again?? In a rare moment of unfiltered earnesty.]

... He's been there for me, so I need to work hard to pay it forward. [He was happy to see Yuan'er again. Why else would he be so invested in reversing the man's self placed gaslight? Well, maybe he would be anyway. This was Wei Wuxian after all.

God, though, Dan Heng have mercy on him please you've already made him squirm with the compliment do not put the fear of God and donghua in him. For once he didn't actually mean to step on that mine.]

Blade? [He wondered mentally what A-Xing shortened from if he went by that. Renxing? Was it a screenname? Is this guy just a real fucking edgelord? Curious, but he's actually smart enough to not invoke the dragon's wrath. On this front alone.]

Okay, if Blade is what he goes by then even I can remember that.

[Dan Heng closes his eyes. He... understands that feeling. Countless lives spent alone and isolated from making close friends, only for it to change when he took the name Dan Feng. As much as Dan Feng wanted to pay it forward, to live in the warmth that those four provided and the love from his husband... it was all undone because he couldn't let go of that warmth. He had a taste of life beyond his duty and yet he failed to protect it in the end.]

Knowing Jing Yuan, he'll continue to be there for you. Working hard to pay it forward is noble, but remember that we care about you, too.

[There is no mercy for Wuxian. Otherwise, he won't have the fear of Long and donghua properly instilled within him.]

Good. Then, if that's all you had to say, I'm going to hang up.

[There'll be enough time for Wei Wuxian to stop him before he does that, of course. Dan Heng hasn't yet hit the immediate hang up stage.]

[What's already been done can't be changed. Nothing new brought about will ever replace what was lost. No evil dying will change that what's done is done. There's no mercy in that, only consequences and clean up what little is left. Finding the pieces of yourself and remaking a fragmented part of who you once were while new people add to the new you.

Wei Wuxian could never let anything go. That would be his downfall in any life, really.]

He's a good person. And so are you, Dan Heng. [It took a deflector to know a deflector.

But please sir he's been a good bunny today let him live.

As if knowing the exact timing Dan Heng's hand just barely brushed over that hang up button, Wei Wuxian just yeeted this at him in a parting shot fitting for one of his archery skill.]

SodoyoulikeYuan'ertoo?

[Both of them will forever live with the sin of being unable to let go. Yet... it can sometimes be a virtue should they learn to see it that way.

Dan Heng does not think so, but he doesn't want to argue, either. So he will simply not say anything to that. In this, they're similar.

...All that goodwill is immediately shattered upon that question Wuxian speedruns. Dan Heng doesn't even deign to respond. He just hangs up immediately.]

[To bear that weight, and to become better from it. To hold sin on one's back but to hold it and use the experience to never commit the same. Three heavy lives on the backs of two men who were mere researchers.

But far less alone than they were at the end first lives.

But you know Wuxian gonna Wuxian, guess who texts immediately after.]

that's not a nooooo (¯▿¯)

[....]

Automated Message: This number has blocked you.

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Yes, I'm well aware. You have bitten not only my arm, but sometimes my ears if you're feeling particularly amorous.

That's why my rabbit ears went straight into your nose, after all.

That doesn't sound like a complaint.

It's not as much of a complaint as it normally would be. The noise you make when I eventually bite back is worth it.

... you're way too good at this.

Is that so? I suppose I'm alright with that if you're the one saying so.

Somehow this doesn't surprise me in the slightest.

It shouldn't, though at least he knows better than to gift someone he likes a weapon in public without putting it in a discreet container of some kind, now. The biting is an improvement by comparison.

[That's so suspiciously specific, Dan Heng.]

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That is quite the improvement indeed, he should be rewarded for such progress.

Is it positive reinforcement or spoiling, A-Yuan?

A little of both.

I didn't make you things expecting a reward.

[r/whoooooosh]

[ blade you dummie. ]

I know, but will you deny me the chance to show my appreciation?

[... ugh he is so--

WHY IS HE BLUSHING SO HARD?????

Tsun mode kicks in.]

... Do what you want.

[ :3 ]

I will.

[ and there is nothing you can do to stop him. ]

[Shio probably isn't a totally new face, for what it's worth. Shio's probably swung by a time or two back when Dan Heng still lived at Casa de POKEGO, not always with food in hand, but definitely with it this time.]

Hey. Yuuki sent me.

[There's a note attached to the order of the food requesting Dan Heng's presence at Gen on an upcoming date and telling him to feel free to bring friends. It's for getting off Libra.]

[Dan Heng does recognize Shio's face, even if they haven't spoken. He just assumes the man is one of Yuuki's friends. He's feeling quite surprised, but it doesn't show.]

Is that so? Please tell him I'm grateful for the food.

[The food will definitely be eaten, and he's going to be interested in joining this meeting. This is quite the clever way of getting word out, too.]

Will do. See you around. Oh, and enjoy the food.

[Short and sweet. Off he goes with a wave. He's got other deliveries to make, after all.]

[As promised here are a few photos of Blade and Jing Yuan utterly entranced by the beauty that is Ying on stage.]

You were gorgeous! (★‿★)

[Caleb is a good bro and Dan Heng appreciates him greatly. He's saving all of them to his phone immediately.]

Thank you. I'm glad that my nerves didn't get the better of me during the performance.

Could not tell you were nervous at all! I think you have a good chance at winning!

(March also has a lot of photos, do you want those?)

[A bit after midnight and not all that long after she messages Blade, it's Dan Heng's turn to get her worried voice message over the sound of fireworks -- and possibly worse?! -- in the distance.]

You're okay -- you're all okay right? Please be okay.. I heard things that are definitely not fireworks.

[The next words are so quiet and she didn't actually mean to send them.]

I need people to be okay...

[Dan Heng... isn't used to people worrying about him, even though he really should be at this point. Still, he answers her quickly since Faye sounds so distraught.]

Yes, the three of us are safe and alright. They don't know where we live, and we intend to keep it that way. Jing Yuan and I will make sure that Blade is safe.

[He hesitates, uncertain of what to say now that he's heard something he probably shouldn't have.]

...If it will help, you can stay with us until we get more news. I don't know if you have anyone you can stay with right now, but you shouldn't be alone, just in case.

[Her legs feel just a little weak with relief with confirmations from first Blade and now Dan Heng that they're safe. There's still others she's waiting to hear from... but she's met so many capable people so far... surely...?]

Good... that's -- that's good to hear. I heard so much gunfire in the distance I just...

[The relief is practically tangible, even if there's still considerable concern and tension in her voice as well... and now it's her turn to hesitate.

... he wasn't really wrong that she shouldn't be alone. Honestly what could she do out here in the middle of the city surrounded by fireworks and probably-not-fireworks in several directions. Still the hesitance clings to her voice just a little.]

... are you sure I wouldn't be intruding...?

[... she couldn't deny that being around Blade tended to be just as grounding as being around the best friends she'd ever made, and both Dan Heng and Jing Yuan had felt like safe people, when they spoke before.]

I don't really.. have anything with me right now.

[She sure isn't a short walk from her apartment right now, with how she'd been walking toward the danger as if she were the brave first sacrifice in a horror movie...]

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