now playing... halloween by phoebe bridgers
ᜊ( ॢ ◞ ◟)͏๋࣭ 𝓲'll be whatever you want...⭑
dan heng believes he's under a spell cast by a witch. perhaps, when he was in ampherous, he was in a cycle where he encountered a beautiful siren's melody, entranced by the notes that danced around him, he found himself following your every command. there's a chance his stubbornness is getting the best of him, leading each step in his journey blind. but sitting next to you, accompanying in the daily tasks, and trailing behind you, holding your items. people— or anyone really— might as well as consider him as trained obedient dog.
every command you gave, he followed. a tired but weepy "shoulder please…" coming from you was an obliged shoulder leaning down to your head. he adjusted the way he's sitting from his normal, picture-perfect posture to a slouch that rivals jing yuan's laziness. his hand found a way on your head, soothing your shoulder.
an outreached hand indicates an interaction with his. it depends on what you're feeling like. a hand squeeze. he would squeeze back in a rhythm matching with yours. two beats. squeeze and squeeze again. a simple hand holding, either cupped or intertwined, it doesn't matter. he's too eager to please.
how could a person be predictable yet chaotic all at once? you're a walking paradox that likes to charm others too much… or charm him the most. he would rather not notice your special "treatment" for him. well, it's more likely known better as a torment than "special treatment". he insisted on calling it for "what it is", ignoring the comments from his astral express teammates or the mocks from march and stelle. well, dan heng isn't particularly avoiding anything, just misunderstandings between friends.
a friend that he wouldn't mind following the ends of the galaxy for.
