I shame my father, I failed my brother, I lost my mother and sister—and rather than fix it like a man should, Lord, I run like a coward. I run to the bottle, I run to the grift, I run to bad beds... I laid down with a man. I laid down with the Devil! And he has roots in me—all his spindly roots in me—and I can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words! Please! Help me!

and it's at this point that I realised it was written by you 😭😂😭😂

AMAZING fic as always given by how I ATE UP the first chapter!!! 🩷 gonna go read the rest!!

Oh my god, how serendipitous!

I love that, lmao, I. am. everywhere.

Preyasi: When two ascendants duel and no one comes to the aid of either one, it is referred to as Lack’shir.

Kaa’vaxi: Tal’darim puns are hardly Tal’daring.

Preyasi: I’m afraid we can’t officially commit to each other anymore, I could never love someone funnier than me.

i'm sure it'll be fine. don't worry Preyasi. think nothing of that second shadow you keep seeing out of the corner of your eye.

SWEATING INTENSIFIES

Kaa’vaxi: That assumes that the “united” protoss museum of arts would bother to display it. It took enough work just to get weaving displayed, I doubt the Khalai will ever let us be on par with them. And, well. I would kill myself if I thought that it meant we could excavate Shakuras, but I fear it is irreversibly destroyed.

Preyasi: No, you would not.

Kaa’vaxi: …Preyasi, dear, they asked about Tal’Darim arts.

Preyasi: Sometimes things happen, even amongst the Tal’Darim. Sometimes you get a little too high on terrazine, slightly kill some people you shouldn’t have, and then you have to steal a ship and make yourself scarce for the rest of your life.

Kaa’vaxi: More than one ship. Wasn’t the one you came in on a Nerazim ship?

Preyasi: It was a chartered shuttle. There was more than one passenger aboard. I had to steal the fee, and some “proper” clothes, but I made it work.

Kaa’vaxi: And my heart.

Preyasi: That comes later.

Kaa’vaxi: Preyasi landed on a wholly Nerazim planet. I was there, helping out with some lobbying. Did you know that Aiur has a museum for traditional Khalai arts, but not for traditional Nerazim arts? I assisted- not too visibly, of course -with getting a section for Nerazim weaving emplaced in that museum. If it calls itself a museum of traditional protoss arts, it should very well act like one. Not that I care much for those assimilationist views, of course, but politicians must pretend. And while I tried to refuse donations from those good weavers, they did insist on some blankets and rugs and other things, which the cause could use, so I had to accept their generosity.

Preyasi: You’re moralizing again.

Kaa’vaxi: It’s what I do, my dear.

Preyasi: I was well into withdrawal at that point. I screamed and passed out in the middle of the street. It was a good thing no Tal’Darim were there to see that…

Kaa’vaxi: Shi’Ara’s not a purist. I’ve seen terrazine withdrawal. And, well, I was curious to know why a Tal’Darim would want to be incognito. I made sure she got medical attention, of course.

Preyasi: By kidnapping me.

Kaa’vaxi: It wasn’t kidnapping! Had you wanted to leave once you were well, you could have. I would not have kept you.

Preyasi: Yes, but you’re a handsome, charming creature. And you’re too weak to use your powers to protect yourself. You needed protection, and no other protoss is suitable to do so.

Kaa’vaxi: And I love you.

||एक|| तुम मेरी पहली प्रेमिका हो जो आईने की तरह साफ़ बदन के माध्यम से ही बात करती हो और शायद(शायद) मेरी बात साफ़-साफ़ समझती भी हो

प्यारी तुम कितनी प्यारी हो वह काँसे का चिकना बदन हवा में हिल रहा है हवा हौले-हौले नाच रही है इसलिए...

- तुम भी मेरी आँखों में (स्थिर रूप में साकार रहते हुए भी) हौले-हौले अनजाने रूप में नाच रही हो हौले-हौले हौले-हौले यह क़ायनात हिल रही है