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 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ UNPROMPTED .  /   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

" god , i haven't done this in forever - " the stretch of road in front of them is clear , abandoned nearly -- colt has made sure of it . has driven the two of them out through winding side streets and out of the heart of civilization . and it's nighttime , because colt can't help the nostalgia factor of it . headlights in his eyes like stars and the hum of the engine thrumming up through his feet straight into his heart . he knows intimately , the danger of a stray turn , the slip of a tire -- and that's why he's so confident in this , even years later . he's smiling to himself as he fiddles with the gear shift , all the excitement of invincible youth in his eyes again , something that's been slowly fading through the years . bright and alive when he looks over at søren . he revs once , twice , three times ( always sets of three , for good luck ) and shifts into drive .

" i'm making it seem way more dramatic than it actually is , " he offers a laugh , half turning back to pick up the cable to start wrapping it back up . his imagination , he's decided , probably . he's going to ask for them to replace it anyways . " we're just , uh -- dan and the stunts team , we're gonna do a party for sandra in transpo . we haven't told anyone yet until we get the details down . we're trying to surprise her , so you can imagine how well that's going . " he takes a step closer , offers a shrug -- brushes off the apology with ease . wasn't he the one spending his time in front of the camera ? he's used to eyes on him . even if it wasn't actually his face going into the movie . " all good . sorry for not even , like -- realizing you were there for a minute . that's probably the worse offense of the two , i'd say . "

@coffinsaint said   :   [Puts feet on the other’s lap] (cae)

          foreign.   why dan heng had never made a space for himself that had more permanence, why he had always kept his roots untethered, why he’d always preferred to keep his life in hand luggage. for so long, he had always viewed the astral express as foreign, even when he became aware of its inner workings, the dynamics with its passengers, because this was temporary ; there was no home for an exile. he would run for the rest of his life, this was the punishment he bore for the sins of his last incarnation. he had come to accept that, swallowing down the idea that he needed to remain vigilant, and that he must never be comfortable where he is. the last emanator of permanence could never be afforded his own namesake. that fact remained more bitter than even the dregs of himeko’s coffee, knowing he might never find a place he truly belonged.

          after leaving the xianzhou, stellaron crisis absolved, he would immediately rescind into his former appearance, horns and tail dissipating into the ether once more. long scion had, for some reason, expected all of them to treat him differently, as if they – too – could feel the weight yinyue had left upon his shoulders. but no ; march still continued to hide candies in the parlour’s second to last seat cushion, mr. yang’s morning coughing fits could be heard from across the hall in the mornings, and caelus resumed their evening reading sessions as if nothing was amiss. only the dim light of a monitor, playing documentaries on salsotto, lit up the archives. the gentle reflection of the water beneath makeshift bed making atmosphere peaceful, quiet. caelus had long since strewn legs over his own, and the comforting warmth of him had eased tension and doubt like the ebb of waves over scorching rock. the archivist’s gaze would glance, almost sleepily, over caelus’   ;   all easy smiles, ashen lashes, heat like a supernova dan heng once thought would consume him   (   maybe he’d let him one day.   )   they said that imbibitor lunae’s were destined for a jaded existence, the weight of lifetimes more cumbersome as one grew and grew. there was something in the way caelus looked at the world, at him, with fresh eyes and heart free of judgement that invoked a protective loyalty, a sense of belonging dan heng had never felt before, something profound, and more important to him than what fate had decreed for the shadow of a sinner.

          tentative hand reached out while star – kissed remained occupied by the video, the blue lights shifting over skin that seemed to speckle with cosmos. slow but more sure in his movements, his fingers weaved with caelus’. something that both ached and bloomed fluttered between his ribs.

          i’m home.

that's   him   officer,   thats   the   man   that   keeps   accusing   me   of   having   a   dragon   dick.

now, space was pretty foreign to him. and by pretty, i mean totally. aside from standing in the express whenever it stopped by belobog to check in, gepard has never so much as considered space travel before. the idea this train could take them through the stars to other planets was hard for his mind to grasp, but he tries. currently staring out the window of the main car, he watches jarilo-vi stare ominously back at him; such a large planet, with so little life left. it put things into perspective, honestly, and gepard feels rather small where he stands. which is kind of a good feeling at the moment. the weight of the world felt easier to manage when he actually sees it.

someone is at his side, pulling him from his thoughts. a hand on his shoulder, gepard jumps like a spooked cat, cerulean hues wide as dinner plates as they land on-

[ @coffinsaint , unprompted. always accepting. ]

Shouya would always be welcome in her space, conveyed with wide arms till he felt at ease. Then her hands would fall, one on his shoulder, the other gently against his hair. She runs her fingers through his hair and makes a point of scratching behind an ear; she's always liked doing it. Vixen can only hope her thighs are a soft enough pillow for the time being.