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hey babe your tone seemed off in your latest ominous message scrawled in blood on the wall are you mad at me?

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Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them

Alternatively send "Mmph!" for my muse to be the one to interrupt yours with a kiss.

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lan: i will hunt you to the ends of the cosmos and destroy all abominations of abundance in my path

yaoshi: omg stoppppppp 🤭🤭🤭 what else are you gonna do to me 👀👀😳

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the hunt's reaction to their touch is exactly what abundance expects. they expect lan's violence , their rage , it is not foreign to yaoshi. but to hear the reignbow arbiter call them by name is new , & abundance chuckles breathlessly , many hands seizing the archer's arm as it grips their neck.

❛ ... then take it. but still ... ❜

yaoshi's voice comes quiet , clawed fingertips digging into lapis flesh , determined to take a part of lan with them if they are to die.

❛ the cycle ... of life ... continues ... ❜

one of many hands releases its grip on the archer's arm as their face shield is lowered , jaw set as they crash against the hunter's face , golden gaze meeting crimson. it will take much more than mere suffocation to kill the plagues author , & yaoshi does not intend to quietly disappear from the cosmos.

abundance does not resent the hunt their anger , their fury , their hatred. in fact , the plagues author embraces it , raking claws just under an amber eye.

✧ ⁀➷ The Hunt has reached the limit of their short patience and they lash out the second The Abundance's sharp claws graze at their lapis skin.

The hunter's hand seizes at The Abundance's neck with one swift grip and the jewels of The Healer's regalia rattle with the impact, a few beads breaking apart from the headdress and catching on fire as they fall from the heavens, becoming comets. Lan yanks Yaoshi to them by their neck and growls their words.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐚𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢? 

Lan's fingers squeezes around Yaoshi's thin neck. 

The Hunt brings their other hand to touch their crown faceshield, disintegrating it into tiny specs of stardust and revealing the archer's face. Their golden eyes are full of rage and disgust for The Abundance, and they grit their sharp fangs at them.

Lan leans in closer and crashes their foreheads together, staring deep into Yaoshi's gaze. The Reighbow's face of retribution will be the last thing Yaoshi sees. 

𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 

Lan will watch the light fade from Yaoshi's bloodshot eyes with no barrier of their faceshield and take great pleasure in seeing it unfold. 

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lan: i will hunt you to the ends of the cosmos and destroy all abominations of abundance in my path

yaoshi: omg stoppppppp 🤭🤭🤭 what else are you gonna do to me 👀👀😳

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❛ so generous , lan. you bring me a gift & you seek nothing in return. ❜

abundance practically purrs towards the hunt , corners of their eyes crinkling with their smile. it was not kind of the hunt to decimate & destroy their children in such a way. in fact , were they truly capable of it , yaoshi would be ablaze with righteous fury just as lan themselves are now.

but their path forbids it , & so abundance still smiles.

one of yaoshi's many hands settles below the hunt's chin , clawed fingertips pressing grazing the sapphire flesh. they taunt the archer , of course , & lan knows this. they tease , tempt , seduce , & yet the hunt came anyway.

❛ bring me their heads , then. the cycle continues anew , reignbow arbiter. ❜

& it is precisely because the hunt will never submit that the abundance acts such a way. they do not intend to corner the fate's archer , nor do they truly seek lan's surrender.

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✧ ⁀➷ It is exactly how The Abundance speaks to The Hunt that ignites the stardust in Lan's celestial form, the rage bursting forth like solar flares of decaying stars. They tease and taunt with sultry voice and The Hunt instantly regrets this meeting altogether. 

It was Lan's victory, their right to flaunt the spoils of a successful hunt, and Yaoshi with all their greed and hunger, they assimilate their hideous children into their divine form. All they do is take despite their ideals to give and give and keeping giving. Lies and tricks. The archer's shoulders tense with anger and disgust. 

𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 

Lan's arms fall to their sides and form iron-clad fists, refusing to be prey of The Abundance in this moment. Their grip is so tight the deep color of sapphire fades to the color of white fury. Yaoshi may approach and wag their silver tongue of trickery at The Hunt, but they will never yield to the Plagues Author.

Lan is not cornered. They are ready to strike, to begin the next hunt and wage war. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬. 

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toxic lan.shi my beloveds....

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❝ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬. ❞ Lan tosses the torn limbs of Abundance Abominations to Yaoshi's feet. The Hunt then cross their arms over their vibrant chest, proud of their accomplishment in eliminating Yaoshi's monsters from the cosmos.

abundance is surprised to find the hunt in their domain , slow smile crawling across their face. lan is one of few entities yaoshi takes great care to avoid crossing. not because they fear the hunt , no , but because , loathe as though abundance may be to admit it , they enjoy the thrill of the chase at times.

❛ careful , reignbow arbiter. you bring me gifts so often , i may well begin to think you care for me. ❜

yaoshi speaks in jest , watching as lan tosses the limbs of their children , abominations they were so cruelly named , to their feet. the hunt peacocks somewhat , but abundance pays such showboating little mind. their gaze lands on the limbs of their children , kneeling to take dismembered parts closer now. one by one , arms & legs are scooped up , cradled to sanctus medicus' chest as they are reabsorbed , returned to the power from whence they came.

abundance mourns their children , of course , & their gaze is tinged with melancholy , sweet grief as the last part is returned to them. they stand to their full height now , six hands folded all around them.

this is , after all , part of their eras old game. now , it is simply abundance's turn.

❛ how thoughtful of you to return my children to me , archer. ❜

they step towards lan carefully , yaoshi's expression once more that slow , pitying smile. they stop just short , studying the hunt closely , as if abundance were the hunter & lan their prey.

❛ it's only fair that i return the favor. fret not , lan. i intend to return your kind gift in full. ❜

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sits on the dash. im thinking abt lan.shi again

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sits on the dash and clears my throat. yaoshi and lan. that's all

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its a good day to be a yanqing fan !! im gonna work on revamping my hsr multi tonight i think

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had some details pointed out abt yanqing in the last quest and abt his story quest and we are COOKING rn guys

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sits on the dash. i don't think yaoshi is capable of giving a blessing without repercussions and side effects and in this essay i will-

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i have a physical therapy appt here in a bit and work shortly after that so i might not be around until later tonight if i'm here at all

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there's a desperation to him that tugs at yaoshi's heart , a frown crossing abundance's features. it wasn't fair , for him to be so shackled by a choice someone made long ago. he is kind , yaoshi knows , & so was every other incarnation. it was a selfless desire to heal , to save others that had brought about such ruin , & the plagues author has never been able to abide the suffering of the innocent.

❛ a life saved is always worth it , eros. of that , i am certain. ❜

abundance's voice is gentle , watching eros fall to his knees , reaching up to them like so many had before. yaoshi wondered if mortals thought the aeons would hear them better this way , if their subservience to the heavens would curry favor with the god they craved it from.

eros' tears are like knives to yaoshi , but they steel themselves nonetheless. an aeon is not so easily cowed by human emotions , but abundance was once human themselves , even if many amber eras have passed. it is not so easy to cull their own humanity , even after all this time.

❛ ... very well. look at me , eros. listen to me. ❜

it's a gentle command , but a command nonetheless. yaoshi's face is set , determined to do what they can , if they can. a gift from a god , whether blessing or curse , is so rarely revoked , abundance isn't sure what will happen to him without their blessing.

❛ ... i will set you free , as much as i can. & of what i must leave behind ... perhaps can be eased. i do not promise it will be pleasant , only that i wish to help. ❜

yaoshi's hands rest on the sides of eros' head now , offering a slight smile.

❛ trust in me. & close your eyes. ❜

to heal the suffering without harm. the ideal of abundance.

Eros is quiet. Trembling. Keeping his head down as he waits for the other's words. For the answer that he's come for. To heal had always been in his nature, this he knows. From the very first incarnation of who he was, he had nurtured and helped. Had wanted nothing more than to care for others. He'd never cared for being a savior. For being a hero. He'd only wanted to help others.

But where down the line did a want to help get twisted and broken down the way that his had? Where had the cost and the weight of life been an acceptable loss for the versions of him that came before? Or had his fate been sealed since the moment Chao-Xing begged the Abundance to look down upon her earnest plea?

Was fate truly set in stone?

"Tell me- tell me please...if every life saved s'worth th' life lost-. If every sacrifice is worth bringin' people home-."

Surely he couldn't think of anyone who would want their life spared in exchange for that of another. Couldn't think of any life he had helped that would be alright with such information. For even Eros himself loathed that his life was extended only because of the ending of others'. It wasn't fair. Why be a healer if he was destined to hurt no matter what?

If the hands so many saw as a light in the darkness- as hope- were just as stained in blood. Just as destined to end a life as to save it. What kind of gift was that? What kind of fairness?

And he fell so easily to his knees, reaching up for the Aeon. Pleading without words. Tears streaming down the side of his face. For what words did he have that Yaoshi had not likely already heard? What trials had he faced that they had not already seen?

"I'd rather die th'n keep bein' a monster like this--. I don't wanna hurt people anymore..."

He lifts his head finally, those amethyst eyes wet and glossy. His hair falling away from his face as he clutches the fabric of his shirt now.

"If 'm meant t' be a healer- I don't want it like this-!"

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We Both(?) Reached For The Gun

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grabs yaoshi in my teeth like a squeaky toy and shakes them around