#intcrastra

The hands on either side of his hips gripped the couch Caelus sat on made the Stelleron Vessel flush as Jing Yuan got close to him, with that look on his face.

Hearing that he wanted a reward, and seeing the way his lower body was excited in his sweatpants, everything made Caelus stammer and bite his lip. The reward... Jing meant Caelus himself, not that he'd refuse, but just as he had gotten home.

"Y-yes... You've been very good." Words came difficult, and Caelus swallowed a lump in his throat as Jing kept hovering, with that damn smirk of his.

𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖚𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 |still accepting|

A never ending darkness lingered in front of Jiaoqiu leaving him no choice, but to rely on his hearing and sense of smell to help navigate his surroundings. He would have to rely on Feixiao and Moze as well despite how well he knew their home back on the Xianzhou Yaoqing, but it was going to take him time to adjust. It would take him time to be able to walk around the Yaoqing without any issues while it was unknown if there was a chance for his eyesight to return. He knew how determined Feixiao and Moze were with wanting to find a way to help make his eyesight return. 

Jiaoqiu would have to relearn everything that he once knew for the sake of being able to continue to create the many recipes that he did know. It was a risk though despite the obvious warnings that were given during his recovery. Thankfully the Alchemy Commission was willing to release him, but he was still on the road to recovery. It would be a bit before he felt well-rested and the reminder of his wounds were no longer there. 

He wouldn’t be alone though. He had his most trusted friends to rely on.

It was nice to be return home after everything that happened, but that peace didn’t last long. That was when the nightmares started. Nightmares which reminded him about everything that happened on the Luofu. It was an inescapable memory.

A nightmare that woke Jiaoqiu up in an utter panic. His sharp nails threatening to dig into Moze’s arms who was sitting in front of him trying to calm him down. Unseeing eyes darting around the room trying to locate the one known as Hoolay, his chest heaving with each breath he took.

“Where…? Hoolay… He… He’s.”

Man, he loved her laugh. Melodic, sweet, comforting. And he often took great pride in knowing he was the one to have caused it each time. Always able to brighten his mood no matter what had occurred beforehand. Whether it be over the phone (depending on if he could even get service) or in person. Still, in person was ten times better, him able to see her, hold her. Lack of ability to truly touch still stung a bit, but it still warmed him right up to be in her presence.

Slackening his grip to a more casual hold around her, he hummed a little in response. "What, didn't expect me to drop in?" There was a smirk with a slight tilt of his head. A hand then (admittedly a tad tentative at first) wound up briefly brushing against her cheek, before adding, "hope you ain't runnin' yourself ragged here."

At her questioning, he nodded. "Hit the nail on the head, yep. Galaxy Ranger stuff." An irritated sigh then left, complete with an eye-roll. Yeah, he enjoyed his job. The spontaneity, chaos of it all. But... it kept him from her for way longer than he'd like. As well as he still couldn't go all guns blazing all the time, not with Robin awaiting his return. He'd come back in much worse states before, and honestly? He hated seeing her shocked expression, hearing her worried voice, even with him doing his best to brush it all off. Saying it wasn't that bad, that he'd dealt with much more dire situations. It never worked.