NOW I AM BECOME BLADE.

#DEADN30N:      […]       an independent  &&  semi-private multimuse written by Autumn. 34. she/he/they      […]       featuring    Ying Ren    from the gacha game Honkai Star Rail. low activity, minimal graphics, oc  &&  crossover friendly. duplicate friendly. franchises you may see on this blog include:  Dead N30n  (  my upcoming novel  ),  Honkai Star Rail,  Genshin Impact,  The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System, League of Legends, etc. please ensure you read my rules before interacting. dark themes will be present here.

✧ 、·⋆。   𝐈. carrd.       𝐈𝐈. tba

Yingxing intends to hold his ground with folded arms and a rigid posture. he doesn't lean against the doorframe he's standing within, but is certain to block it with his own body so Ren doesn't get the bright idea to try and make a run for it like he usually does. his bodyguard notorious for attempting to dodge direct confrontation, this time he's not going to give him the opportunity to try. Yingxing watches him with narrowed eyes, and affords him a single nod. " i do. " of course he does. how else would they build a stable relationship together, if there isn't a single thread of trust between them?

personally, Yingxing doesn't think he's asking too much just for Ren to be honest with him. it's such a simple request... yet somehow seems to cause his companion the most distress. as if the very concept of honesty will somehow leave scorch marks on his tongue. " you don't have to tell me everything on your mind, but i hope at least you'll trust me enough not to hide anything important from me. " what fell under the realm of 'importance' depended entirely on both Ren's own interpretation, and Yingxing's. for Yingxing, it was strictly anything dire. things that might directly impact their relationship, or make things difficult for them, and things that would affect Ren too. like an illness for example.

Yingxing's been upfront about his short lifespan. that unlike Ren, he will inevitably grow old and die before he's even reached one-hundred, while Ren will still live for at least several hundred years. you could see it even now when you looked at Yingxing; his white hair, his wrinkles, even his movements, which were sometimes slower than what he could do when he was younger. he was approaching fifty rather quickly and time waited for no one, not even someone as beloved or revered by the population as Yingxing.

Ren @ Yingxing ~

what an amusing thought. such amusement wrought plainly on Luo Binghe's face as he gazes upon Sunday with a patient expression, and listens to his lover's idle declarations. amusing as it were, Luo Binghe, however, feels no inclination to mock him. in fact, he often carries little inclination of negativity toward Sunday for any reason, unlike how he handles everyone else. Sunday might be the only person within the entire cosmos who could keep Luo Binghe as tame as he is now, splayed out on the couch, tail swishing lazily behind him as fingers thread through grey-ish hair. those same fingers sliding out from between soft locks and gliding instead beneath the silken tips of Sunday's feathers as he strokes over a singular wing.

" don't you do that already? " Luo Binghe inquires with all the honesty he can muster into that question. he isn't mocking, and he isn't demeaning like he might be with anyone else bold enough to suggest that they could protect him from anything. " when we go out on missions together. " said while fingers find their way once more into Sunday's hair. " you support me while i take on our enemies. " he's half-smirking but without an ounce of mockery behind the gesture. " as i recall, that book of your's is pretty handy with shielding me. because of you, they almost never land a blow on me no matter how hard they try, all thanks to that magic of your's. " it's his way of saying that he does let Sunday protect him, even if it might look as otherwise.

" shouldn't i be the one asking that? " Khaslana retorts,whilst stroking the pad of his thumb over the side of Dan Heng's cheek. after all, Khaslana is technically his father's killer; not by choice, but he was no less guilty of the crime, and Dan Heng had been made aware of it rather recently. that being said, such knowledge appeared to have the opposite effect on his companion, and rather than push him away entirely from Khaslana, it had -- somehow -- instead, only brought him closer. made him more insistent on saving Khaslana while the rest of the kingdom called for his ( rightful ) execution.

but he supposes he owes Dan Heng a proper response to that question, no? so Khaslana shifts from where he's laying; props hi mself up on his side and makes use of the arm wrapped around Dan Heng's waist in order to pull him closer to his own body. he's smiling the whole time without a hint of subterfuge ( like he might usually do ) behind it. every action, no matter how minute from Khaslana, carries a raw sincerity to it. " no, Dan Heng, i don't regret sleeping with you. in fact, i'd do it again right nowif you let me. " there, in the midst of his little declaration, his lips adopted something of an arrogant smirk to them, knowing the kind of reaction his companion might wind up having to it.

besides, what shame should he bother to have when the rest of the world wants him dead, in order to protect the very person in his arms? they claim it's for the good of the kingdom, they claim it's because if Khaslana can kill Dan Feng, then surely he'd have no problem doing it to Dan Heng too. but Khaslana knows the truth; Dan Heng probably knows the truth. it's all about control. it always has been. control over the crown, over Dan Heng himself, over the entire nation even though it was Dan Heng who should be completely in charge. in the end it didn't matter though, because Dan Heng was determined to take the lead, and Khaslana would be there to back him up.

the era of the preceptors controlling everything was steadily coming to an end.