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Crayon Drawings by Klee! | @esstellaria

@esstellaria​ asked:  “I appreciate you.” from lumine

THE   SIMPLE   STATEMENT   GRABS   HIS   attention,   eyes   widening   just   slightly   before   he   smiles   just   slightly.   his   head   gently   lulling   downward   as   if   he   was   thinking   very   hard   about   something   before   looking   back   up.   gently   a   nod   is   created,   as   he   slowly   leans   against   the   nearby   ruin   where   they   had   accidentally   found   each   other   once   more.  

@esstellaria​ ↠ " If all us venti cause havoc no one can stop us. "

protective prompts    (   accepting   )

              𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 that have been so gently adorning the sky had long dissappeared from Xiao´s vision as the scenery became nothing but a pool of blood and hatred in the shape of agonizing demons and remnants of gods. His body was aching, not only from his outer wounds but mostly from the deeply rooted karmic poison that wanted to devour him from the inside out. It was precisely that endless poison the adeptus carried inside his core that now wanted to consume him, to retrieve the pain induced by endless slaughter.

It was of his knowledge that eventually, fragments of their hatred were going to taint Xiao's own soul.

The last demon fell alongside Xiao´s heavy jade spear, producing a heavy ´THUMP´ sound in the process, and it was precisely this insignificant sound behind him the one that suddenly managed to induce an excruciating pain inside Xiao´s mind. It was in this way that for a moment, thousands of screams resonated through the entirety of his body, and the poison that began to spread through every limb of his body felt as if it wanted to rip open the Yaksha´s skin in a desperate attempt to be set free once again.

The pain was unbearable, and Xiao could not contain himself from falling on his knees and letting out an agonizing scream out of the excruciating pain he was feeling, yet it was precisely a few seconds later that the voices inside his head began to slowly yet surely get lower and lower..... 

❝ Why....? ❞

A sound unlike any other ended up being the response to his question, and raising his gaze to meet the direction where the sound came from, it was then that his eyes underneath the solemn Yaksha mask met the figure of the anemo archon. 

It was Barbatos.

He was standing right in front of him, carefully playing a meticulous song with his lyre, a song that gently tended to his wounds. As the archon played the lyre, the adeptus could observe his eyes, they were.... full of compassion.... Compassion for him? for a bloodhound? Of- something.... Something he could not decipher. It was in this way that slowly, his Yaksha mask started crumbling, large pieces now begining to fall and dissolve in thin air before they even got to hit the ground. The pain... it was now starting to become bearable, and it was in this way that his muscles began to relax to the point that he could only utter two words before completely dropping on the ground in front of the Archon out of exhaustion;

           ❝ ....You... 

              𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦.