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@deadn30n.

@mercurvian.

that was a dangerous proposition. dan heng had long since learned to keep his origin from beyond the firmament secret, for fear that even mention of a false sky would inflict the curse of forbidden knowledge. an instinct instilled in them over the last five hundred years, and still, despite outlanders appearing with increasing deliberance, dan heng paused in is spear work to regard the oncoming bystander.

right, combat. not knowledge from beyond the stars. despite the disappearance of eleazar, despite the rather weird occurrences surrounding the events of this world, his paranoia was unjustified. a long scion was still an adeptus here, at the very least here, he had no reason to fake his draconic ancestry. he paused to stand straighter, falling into a resting position instead.

@ccaptain.

without missing a beat the offered salmon was taken from kaeya’s hand and bit into unceremoniously. was it sushi grade ? hardly. this particular fish had been a strong swimmer, its meat tough, and would have required quite the talented chef to dissect and debone this specimen. dan heng’s dragon teeth still sliced through it quite easily, chewing on the piece absently while mirroring kaeya’s expression.

he had to give the entity props, he was doing a magnificent job of imitating him. he didn’t even look like he was three seconds away from imploding with laughter. dan heng then moved to hand back the bitten-into salmon, his razor - like dragon teeth glamoured with cloudhymn once more. the place where he had bitten into the fish was now exposed with all the miniscule fish bones sticking out of the flesh, fish meat that dan heng had consumed without a second thought.

ah, but who's to say?

maybe now was the perfect time, lulled into in a warm, soothing sleep against the edge of the hot baths. he'd come here alone, mind hazy with the delirium of insomnia, a raging sleeplessness he'd been suffering with for weeks now as his implants acted up and left him straddling the line of numbness and pain. he'd let himself in just for an ounce of rest, of healing perhaps, and of all the places he'd figured he might find it, drifting off unguarded in the bath was certainly the last thing he'd expected.

he'll have time to marvel at the ease with which he slept within the water sometime after he awakes. for now, he rests. if he's lucky, he'll wake up just as he drifted off: upright, breathing easy, with his silver-haired head laid on the tiled bath's edge.

@vessmar.

vesper lets himself in unannounced now. there was a comfort to that dan heng couldn’t describe, but felt at peace with all the same. the hidden residency, it’s trelis’d shelter now flowering with the coming of spring, had been such a hard place to call home in the beginning, where the remnants of dan feng and all the imbibitor lunae before him had left marks the archivist was too fearful to erase. the fact that dan heng could not call his inheritance his own, that vesper could too, it made the residency feel more like a sanctuary than an abandoned building filled with waterlogged memories.

time to relax and unwind after his post amphoreus rehabilitation often resulted in coming here, a place untouched by the horrors he had experienced in that digital plane. here he could freely shift into his bestial form, large expanse crooning in gentle rumbles as his large body enveloped the edge of this pool twice over, looking after his beloved with affection. drifts of misty cloudhymn breathed out with each exhale, it’s soothing properties coming down in prayer-laden sheets of healing.

slow-blinking the dragon settled his large head close, as close as he could get without breathing on him, the ends of his tail slipping behind vess’ neck and the pool’s edge to cushion his head. like that, dan heng could fall into a similar stupor of slow-paced resting, drifting into an easy daze to his lover’s heartbeat. he'd missed this.

          '   what's wrong with my hair   ?   '   he says, as if he hasn't   -   multiple times   -   taken to cutting it short and choppy either 1 . blind, or 2 . with the assistance of a gas station mirror. no, he would in fact not be doing anything else dan feng suggested either. was he going to ? yes. but now that he's been ordered to, he doesn't want to anymore. if you have any qualms about his neurodivergence, you only have yourself to blame high elder.