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// lancer @ archer

[ txt ] Hey, let's go to the Blue Hour!

[ txt ] There's a few good spots I could show you if you haven't been yet.

[txt]  blue  hour? [txt]  what's  that  supposed  to  be? [txt]  sure,  I  got  nothing  better  to  do

Candleflame within the hollow of the sky lantern flickered, casting ghostly plays of light upon his features that mirrored the faces of millions scattered across the whole of Exalting Sanctum's delve. In a gradual wave, sections of participants released their lanterns to slowly ascend into the sky, more innumerable than the stars as they drifted languidly. Orators employed by the Ten Lords' Commission read off the names of the Cloud Knights who had lost their lives in the battle against Irontomb, but one of many memorial services that were held in the wake of profound loss.

the   opportunity   to   take   a   break   during   his   usual   duties   was   a   rare   one   indeed,   but   jing   yuan   was   the   sort   to   make   the   most   of   a   chance   like   that   when   it   presented   itself.   he   found   himself   ahead   of   the   usual   schedule   as   he   wandered   from   one   meeting   to   the   next,   and   decided   to   while   the   time   away   with   a   cup   of   tea—   only   to   find   that   there   were   no   empty   tables   left   at   the   store   of   his   choice.   while   he   preferred   peace   and   quiet   to   recharge   every   so   often,   chatting   away   with   a   stranger   did   have   its   charm   and   seemed   a   small   price   to   pay   for   a   treat   in   passing.   as   such,   he   made   his   way   towards   a   lone   customer's   spot,   head   inclined   politely   in   greeting   and   a   soft   smile   offered   alongside   it.   ❛    i   don't   mean   to   intrude,   but   would   you   be   willing   to   share   your   table   ?   i   seem   to   be   pressed   for   a   spot.   ❜

OZYMANDIAS SAT AT HIS usual favored spot whenever he came to visit, tea in hand and steaming as he lifted it towards his lips and took a small sip. Nothing of note had transpired as of late, such granting him far more time to lounge about and allow his mind to rest before he resumed his ‘research’ without interruption. Despite how busy it was here at this tea shop today, in his quiet spot, the sounds of chatting customers was akin to mumblings (just as he preferred). Another sip is taken, his mind wandering for a moment before sharp gaze was quick to fall upon another’s approach.

     Who was this?

The tightness of her grip on the fan betrays the minor deity's agitation despite her attempt at composure. 500 years. 500 years after the archon wars began. She'd fled to the waters of Fontaine for rumours say the Hydro Dragon held no love for these tyrants.

As long as she kept her head low, blended in with the stuffy Fontaine aristocrats and stayed well away from any of her...peers, she'd be fine. Or so Qing'er had thought. So why is another divinely-blessed person here? Had she grown complacent?

"Hold still." Those were the first words he spoke when he approached the other man; shuffling up and dipping behind him, standing back to back in silence. It would be natural to question why, but the answer would be upon him soon enough as March jogged by with a pair of cat ears.

'Oh c'mon! It's just for a minute, then we can switch to something else!' She yells, looks around for a moment, face holding a pout, before the Trailblazer hustles up to join her holding a rather colorful outfit and they rush off. He couldn't be far, right?

And he was not. Once he'd sure they're gone, Dan Heng peeks around.

soft ship meme ! // send me ♡ + a ship and i'll tell you . . .

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? : stelle strikes me as the type to be a total go-getter when it comes to jing yuan. mostly making off-handed comments about maybe getting together and passing it off as a joke only to find themselves surprised when he takes them up on it. asked him a handful of "really"s incredulously and INSISTED that he pinky promises that he is not joking with them.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? : jing yuan, definitely. in my mind it happened during their first ever peaceful event after a long excursion. many messages sent out to express how they have been longing for each other in the absence only to reunite with a kiss stowed away from everyone. it is private, made just for them.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? : stelle is not too much of a nickname person but i think they DO get a kick with calling him 'general' even when their relationship is already anything but platonic. other than that, maybe jing yuan could give them something nice or something teasing.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? : stelle definitely does. they look like someone that you should absolutely NOT trust in the kitchen but trust me when i tell you they make sure everything bangs for jing yuan.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? : if we're talking more refined tastes, definitely jing yuan. stelle has horrible music tastes at times; either listening to grating punk rock or very expletive-heavy, raunchy songs.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? : stelle. but the easy fix to this is if he big spoons them so they stop rolling around.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? : definitely jing yuan. they are not a morning person and will never willingly get up from their bed UNLESS they are forced to or desperately need to something else with utmost importance.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? : surprisingly, stelle does. they recall exactly how he likes his drinks beyond coffee, paired up with his food. he is a busy man so they always make sure that he has something on standby whenever they are around.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? : jing yuan though that does not mean stelle is unwilling to be one too. they are also massive in height but it takes a lot to not drown in his hair or ... other assets.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? : discreetly, during more active events when they can rarely be all over each other, i feel that jing yuan reaches for them more. they value his standing as a general and never want to make others feel as though his attention is taken elsewhere by anybody, even if that anybody is the elusive trailblazer themselves.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? : stelle is an extreme fan of pda but tries not to exude too much of it around him as to maintain his status. it would be a little unbefitting if they were found looped around the general at all times so they mostly keep it hidden through discreet pinkyholding and small bumping of shoulders.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? : they both do. i refuse to believe otherwise.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? : stelle can definitely be easily provoked as opposed to jing yuan's saint-like patience.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? : both. they are CLEARLY (side eyes asks) extremely active around each other and are bound to initiate with the same eagerness all around to make up for lost time.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? : i feel that marriage is not something that either of them is thinking of. it is not that they cannot see themselves loving but their respective tasks leave such things arduous. jing yuan as a general has too many responsibilities to juggle and stelle's natural penchant for trailblazing and traveling cannot be bogged down by something like domestic marriage. while i do not believe it is impossible, i'd say neither at this time.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂 : it would be whenever they reunite with each other, basking in the other's warmth after a long while of being occupied with many events and longingly staring into each other's eyes as if proclaiming that they are here now.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂 : probably the times when they are a little airheaded to what they should or should not say to him. there are many times when their curiosity precedes them, leading them to ask questions that are OFF and may be a little standoffish if not downright rude. stelle is working on figuring out social boundaries and how to appropriately limit themselves in professional matters.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 : it would be nothing.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 : words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time.