shuhusgift
i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of seeing your scales.. shh, love. they’re beautiful. just like you, a-feng..
lunaetor
shuhusgift
⋆ his consciousness is always slow to return. ever since his first death, and remains the same to this day. slick iron coats his tongue. the feeling of his flesh knitting together is a familiar, bitter thing. his limbs are unresponsive — - well. he must have died. ⋆
⋆ he’s slumped against a wall, boneless. shadows creep on the edges of his vision. he’s long given up on trying to move in these situations.. he’s found his muscles never really work properly right after he’s come back to life. he merely lies there for a while, till a slight movement draws his attention. the figure is a familiar one, one who he’s pursued endlessly for years upon years, but the mara tends to quiet after a death, and so for now.. all he does is watch. ⋆
lunaetor
/ cb and specify :)
halfasfair
⋆ it is touch that returns to him, first. the feeling of blankets under his fingertips, the heavy drape over his body. then it is sound, rustling of papers and soft voices. smell, the woody scent of incense and herbs. it is a very long time before he finally wills his eyes to open. his head pounds as light floods his vision, and his vision blurs as he struggles to sit up. but there is teal, turquoise and black and gold, that rushes to his side, that he immediately identifies. something in him whispers to him that it is not, that it is w͟r͟o͟n͟g͟.. but centuries’ worth of longing and despair prompts the soft call for a person long gone, forcing his voice to work. as painful as that may be.. ⋆ feng-ge.. you’re here?
halfasfair
⋆ before he knows it he is already reaching towards the vidyadhara, barely noticing as he loses his balance, as he near falls into f͟e͟n͟g͟-͟g͟e͟’͟s͟arms. he is delirious, the remnants of a raging fever still burning through clarity and rationale, and so he gives a small, exhausted smile, gazing into those eyes that loves so much. something is still /wrong/, the horns too long, pointed, something in that gaze too different. that’s not the outfit he remembers his feng-ge wearing. but he dismisses it, (wouldn’t feng-ge wear other clothes every now and then?) his voice is choked with relief, hands shaking. ⋆ feng-ge.. i think i had a really long dream. i thought you died, i.. i thought you wouldn’t be here. but you are.. feng-ge, i’m so relieved..
lunaetor
@halfasfair, ( the scent of burning incense sticks to the air, suffocating. it mimicks his thoughts, heavy as his eyes watch the steady breathing of the general, the way his body would tense with each intake of air. it is a worry that settles in deep, that takes root. it is a worry that surges him forward as the general shifts, even as his own form is sluggish, exhausted, clear from the bags under his eyes. still, he stops when jingyuan speaks, the twitching of lips and the hope in those golden eyes. his hands ball, casting his own gaze downward for just a moment. ) .. i am. i am, feng-ge's here. you're alright now.
halfasfair
as i recall it, ( … ) he loved to have her horns stroked. i presume it is the same for you. your tail’s wagging.. ^^
halfasfair
yes, yes.. of course. how cruel would it be of me to ignore your request. i should say, though.. you need not sit so far away. you are welcome to come closer, if you wish.
lunaetor
@halfasfair, it is a normal reaction. you are.. reading too much into it, general. (...) i never said you should stop.
halfasfair
ah, what a pleasant surprise. what brings you here, danheng?
halfasfair
( hm, ) that he is. he’s certainly taken a shine to you. the number of times he’s asked me about ‘master danheng’.. you’ve found yourself an admirer, it seems. ^^
lunaetor
@halfasfair, i'm sure you would've, but i'd hate to take you away from the seat of divine foresight longer than necessary. it was an enjoyable tour. yanqing, hes very.. excitable, isn't he?
halfasfair
hmm. and he never mentioned a word of this to me. had i known that you were to have a tour, i would’ve come to personally guide you.
stellarmara
you do realise that we don't have to cuddle under the blankets to stay warm, don't you? but then again, i suppose that i do not mind.. considering that it is you who is here with me.
\ present!! snuggling while it snows outside.
stellarmara
hmph.. i suppose that is fine. .. you know that the snow looks like it would make you look even more— never mind.. does your body not produce enough warmth on its own?
lunaetor
@stellarmara, if i wanted your input, i would have asked for it. i just need.. the extra warmth your body seems to give off in waves. (..) it isn't unpleasant.
lunaetor
/ cb and specify past or present!
shuhusgift
danfeng? look at me. ( … ) what is in this tea that you’ve been serving me?
shuhusgift
danfeng, i — - i don’t know. is this truly the right thing to do? even if i drink the tea now, what happens after? they will notice, they’ll see that i am not aging as i’m supposed to.. they’ll find out eventually. what then? ( … ) i know.. i know that you only think of us, and no one else. but i cannot help worrying.. fine. i will drink it. for you.. but this does not end things.
lunaetor
@shuhusgift, and if you truly loved me as you have said, there would be no issue! we could have eternity if you allow me to do this! for myself, for.. for /us/. (...) yingxing, everything i do.. is for us. we could have such a bright future together if you just /drink your tea/. please. please, please.. we two are the only souls who know. it is not a sin if we keep this secret.
shuhusgift
the.. arbor. ( … ) yes, /that in itself/ is not a crime. that i agree with. but what you’re d͟o͟i͟n͟g͟.. you and i both know that it is an unpardonable sin. i am a short-life species, danfeng. it’s /natural/ for me to age, and to die.. you know that! i love you dearly, and i would love to spend an eternity with you if i could, but not to the point of.. of t͟h͟i͟s͟!
shuhusgift
.. kafka is shopping. she had me be her escort.
shuhusgift
.. as have you. ( … ) the mara’s influence has.. lessened, today. that, and kafka explicitly mentioned not to cause a scene.