#( i.blade )

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ren looked around curiously. this had at one point been his home, he assumed. he could only remember bits and pieces and even those were hazy to some degree. yet not all that much had changed. the general sure lived comfortably though. such a big spacious and aesthetically pleasing room... hmm, ren couldn't help a small grin. he had expected nothing less for jingyuan. it was only because of him that the script worked out so flawlessly last time. he was a gentle spirit, wasn't he? freeing the reincarnation of dan feng and even letting blade rush through their fingers like sand. he couldn't know why, but nonetheless did he feel grateful to a small degree.

"you're inviting me?" he leaned forward, one leg swung over the other idly. "but you don't even know what for? did you just send it thinking i would shrug it off? that's certainly bold, general." slightly amusing, he didn't think ren would come over... but it wasn't like the brooding swordsman was awfully busy. these days he had quite a bit of time to waste and he'd rather not spend it buying the ladies their hygiene products again.

"destiny's slave sounds almost sexy." he chuckled lowly but was surprised to find the general so close, practically locking him between himself and the table. he didn't really mind. he was not a stranger to pure attraction. he supposed that, too, might be a former sensation that belonged to yingxing.

"tea sounds splendid though, general." almost playfully he rubbed his leg against the other's thigh but soon let it fall back and looked over to the starchess board. "i fear, i would be a very mediocre opponent for you. i wouldn't want to bore you."

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yingxing watched jingyuan with his weapon. he was good to leave this behind, and the fact that all borisins may be brought to their deaths with his own creations. he was satisfied with the knowledge he'd partake in the wars even long after he ceased to exist, but a part of warm arms reminded him that the time was not yet upon him. "i hope you don't, you fierce little lion. keep it close to you." little was a joke, jingyuan was almost a giant, but he was much like a lion. just as fierce and fast, but also as majestic with golden bright hues. jingyuan was indeed a very beautiful man, manly, grown up.

he was surprised for jingyuan to hide his face against his neck, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. if he wanted to indulge in this affection, then yingxing was more than happy to give it back to him. he was no stranger to wanting to feel a steady bond, to have a companion, maybe even a lover. someone to hold onto at night, to brush his hair, to whisper sweet nothings, to snuggle up to in cold nights, to kiss... and to love, without any sort of restrain. to let carnal greed reign.

"just as much as you are my treasure, jingyuan." he reached up to pat the man's unruly mane, soft flocks of white hair. "wield it well, defeat all your enemies and return to me. to us."

oh, right, he shouldn't let that greed and need show. he'd only make this pure radiant man unhappy.

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silently he watched the man fight. dan heng gradually grew into one of the strongest persons he knew, in each form. ren was growing quite respectful and the dreamscape at least let him interact without his brain going haywire on him. maybe he could finally get to know this one and see the very obvious differences, he hoped so. it wasn't like he didn't know that he---very deep inside, searched for nothing but acknowledgement and... affection. if he wasn't so awfully clear in his head, he'd be laughing now. all this time, he had never known such emptiness, such loneliness, such a distinct feeling for someone he wanted to have around but couldn't have.

"w-what are you---" ren was so utterly helpless... he had to be carried? blood shot orbs looked up at dan heng, the gaze nothing but soft, perhaps a hint of sadness. "hmm." the warrior thought about the question, quite long. he didn't expect such softness, such a question that required such honesty. his hands felt warm, he could so easily grew used to this... ren almost felt like he was turning into a soft baby kitten.

"the pain can't be described... like it rips your soul apart, like your skin is being ripped from your flesh, like a spear piercing right through your heart, like someone that you loved shooting a bullet right through your chest while laughing at how ironic life is." a little bit like having left home, having been abandoned, exiled and pierced through by a thousand spears. how absolutely funny life was. "it hurts like shit, if you want it less dramatic and poetic."

ren looked around curiously, when he was placed on the couch and was meant to lie in the other male's lap. how easily it worked with dan heng being around, with that hand stroking through his dark hair. almost mysterious.

"you make it sound as if i am supposed to hate this. you. your hand. your lap." his hand reached up slowly, cradling dan heng's cheek. thumb gently drawing circles. "but i don't think i ever actually did." he let his hand fall down, turning his eyes towards the ceiling. "but i guess revealing this is nothing more than a disgusting turn of events for you."

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ren looked rather longingly after dan heng, but understandable. maybe they had already spent way too much time in the dreamscape. "thank you for letting me feel things again," ren said, hand retreating from dan heng's back immediately, he wasn't out to make the man feel uncomfortable. not after all the things he had done for him. it was still quite incredible, just letting the last night happen in his head again. how he could vividly remember how dan heng's hands felt on his naked skin, how those striking blue eyes washed over him. ren could only smile a little.

he'd not see dan heng any time soon again, huh? sitting back up, he slowly wrapped up some loose bandages before slipping into his coat, struggling with the buttons. somehow his arms and hands felt a bit like... jelly, that weird thing silver wolf always told him was awfully delicious. upon getting up, ren immediately sat back down.

guess... he'll take his time. even those legs didn't listen to him.

"stay safe, dan heng."

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@honkai-star-fun•*⁀➷ loud & deafening silence | available

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ]  ❞

"oh, but the sharp end needs to go in here." and ren had zero problems using the other's spear to literally ram it right beneath his heart. the pain was sharp, dulling his senses but he had learned his lesson. the pain could be so excruciating, could shock him down to his core, felt like it could threaten his existence---but it just didn't. so pulling it back out of his body, blade groaned lowly before turning on his heels. "crawl back to your master's lap, kai."

he held his wound for a moment, watching the blood drip to the ground. it always reminded him of that day he had been exiled, a pain so merciless that the entire memory made his hand tremble in something akin to fear. his life continued despite dan feng being reincarnated, jing yuan caring on to become a general while baiheng had left them so long ago ren wondered if he'd eventually forget all about her.

now, where was kafka waiting for him again? a cough slipped past tightly sealed lips. he'd like to say it hurt so harshly it would cause his death, but all of that mattered little when ignorance, indifference and hate was all he ever glanced upon.

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"you've pounded into me like a wild lion." jingyuan was truly happy that the man stayed over. it was obvious by how he kissed him, how much he buried himself into the swordsman over and over again, until very late night before they fell asleep next to each other and when he heard the man's voice, ren didn't even bother opening his eyes. it was way too early, even if his back still hurt a little, which totally did not mean that he didn't highly enjoy all that they had done. it was more than lovely. jingyuan made him feel like there was something good to this life of eternity. it gave him meaning again. he could even connect a lot more with his hunter companions.

had he even slept? he wasn't sure, but jingyuan was full of energy. oh well. he did ask to brush his hair once, that much he could not deny. sitting up slowly, he accepted the brush and gently led it through that unruly mane of the general. he was all too much like a lion, but he did give it his best to not hurt jingyuan and to make his hair look good and to also tie it up like he usually did, but it was difficult to do on another person, so it looked quite a bit clumsy. "now... can we get back to bed."

he dropped back down. "or... what are your plans for today, big lion?"

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"weren't you going to put me in jail?" enjoying the soft cheek against his own, the swordsman slid onto jingyuan's lap, nibbling on his bottom lip. tasted just like home and his hands settling on top of the male's chest had blade grin slightly. "i missed you, too, my general."

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how dan heng managed to blush and snuggle himself into blade's arms so easily was beyond the warrior. he had attacked him before, had stated his intentions and still he gave him his word, to see all of this through with him, to stay at his side... for eternity. such a loathsome word, but all of this gave him solace. it made him feel safe, although he could feel the blood boiling in his veins, the mara raging. how curious.

wrapping an arm around the slender dragon body, he leaned back against the tree behind him. the campfire was low, probably vanishing within the next ten minutes and giving way for the stars to shine upon them. dan heng was already quite ethereal, hard to imagine he could become even more beautiful.

"you're such a smooth talker, my cute dragon." leaning close he rubbed his nose affectionately against the other male's cheek. "you need to take care," he whispered, "if you smell any more delectable i'll have to bite you."

How just that gentle touch had his heart fluttering, cheeks flushing as he leaned himself all too eagerly into those strong arms that seemed to fit around him so perfectly. It was ... Like he was home. Right where he belonged.

Arms slowly came to wrap around Blade's torso in return, face burying briefly against the chest of the man he'd loved for so long. He could have simply stayed there like that, soaking up the affection both of them so sorely needed ...

" I am glad to be with you , too ... " Words were uttered barely louder than a whisper, vivid blue eyes glowing faintly as gaze locked with those beautiful flame - like orbs. Hands grasped tight to the back of Blade's shirt, tail coming to coil itself around his lover's leg and give a small squeeze.

" ... I didn't do much on Penacony , admittedly ... It was a beautiful place , but ... No dreamscape can match being with you . "

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I’m sorry, I just gotta pick your brain— Does Ren have any abandonment issues because of Dan Feng just vanishing from his life at the end? Does he feel abandoned by DF and/or DH?

i imagine so, he's been best friends with dan feng for as long as he can remember and he helped out of good will and because he loved dan feng as much as the others--though i like to imagine for him it was less looking up to someone and more curiosity, because they were all plenty different from him and for someone who loved creating, dan feng was rather interesting as a man and also as vidyadhara, as a creature based around life ending and then being recreated/reincarnated---but i digress, because he, too, was saddened and angered by a dear person's death. i like to think that he decided this quickly, obviously, but without so much as something like regret (probably wished for things to become peaceful again, he wasn't a die hard warrior (destruction was not for him))

but then he was suddenly thrown into a life and body he did not want, the man he loved being with was gone, jingliu pierced him through like swiss cheese and can you imagine the agony he must have felt? not just because he thought of himself as a traitor, but because he was utterly alone? and the death that he might have wanted at this point just didn't come? but instead it was dan feng? almost like he had also a hand in taking away another precious being.

he didn't just stumble upon elio the next day either. he must have felt utterly and bitterly alone, an agonising pain deep in his heart, taking root and that for all of eternity. there was no goal of 'i only have to endure this for 10 more years'. forever and ever was the new body's deal despite being able to feel pain, external and internal.

i also like to imagine that he enjoyed seeing dan heng again because deep inside he still reminds him of the past he had cherished and that caused him extreme anxiety which probably easily turns into violence because of the mara and his fears or having been alone for far too long.

that's also why when he can't pull through, kill dan heng, it probably just hurts him more because while his head is like: that's right, he needs to die, too, half of his conscience is like: but he's not dan feng, this wouldn't change a thing and probably even fears the emptiness that might follow. not that he'd put all this into words, he's sort of abandoned them. and maybe even part of his logical reasoning.

having dan heng say he'll go through this with him is also like a slap in his face. he'll probably just be abandoned again, thrown away like the useless friend he had been. i like to hc and imagine that he'd never have the heart to truly stab/kill dan heng, not because killing is too much for him or destruction is something he hated in the past (he's moved on and dedicated himself to nihilation by then) but because this person makes him feel things, still. things that aren't just hate and anger or other negative ones. deep inside he still loves his former dead friend (or whatever i like for them to have been cause shiptrash, hi) and he just wants that tranquility back, deep under the mask, the mara.

maybe he'd love to touch dan heng and actually feel something again. something that doesn't produce anxiety and violence. maybe he'd love to try and form a bond again, probably also with his hunter mates, but deep inside he could also just be stabbed through again, abandoned and left alone.

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@grislyintentions•*⁀➷ &. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | available

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛ for every great ruler, there is an equally great assassin poised to kill. ❜ -for Blade from Kafka c: ]  ❞

"you're really enjoying all of this." blade's blood shot orbs circled around before he simply looked ahead, seated on a chair in a small restaurant in one of the side streets in the underground of belobog. gladly the two of them hardly made an impression on people here which couldn't have been said for penacony. they stuck out like a sore thumb, might not even have been blade's fault but kafka had a certain aura when she strolled through the streets like they belonged to her. what even was her wish? what could elio promise such a lady? maybe she didn't have one. maybe she wasn't like all the others, blade never questioned anyone of them openly for he knew it wasn't his business.

and meddling in other's affairs was fairly unproductive.

"like they're all dancing in the palm of your hand, but we are not assassins." killing monsters was the daily ordeal but not other humans. they might have questionable motives but blade could say usurping a throne or wrestling for world domination didn't seem to be part of the plan.

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@reversescale•*⁀➷ kissing meme prompt

╰┈➤ ❝ [  25. bloody kiss. ]  ❞

he could feel the blood dripping down his chin. the pain little more than bliss as he looked at dan heng, who was about to lean in again. "slow," ren demanded, hand holding the male back by his shoulder. it had been five rounds---maybe more? with pleasure clouding the mind and his mara pushing him to receive more, to give more of himself away, ren found it hard to manage counting the times dan heng literally pushed him beyond any edge. "we have time, but you rush into it like storm starving for chaos."

fingers travelled from the man's shoulder to his neck, grabbing it harshly to pull him closer. "calm." slowly leaning forward ren attached his lips to dan heng's pretty pulse point, licking across the vibrating patch of skin, soon enough further kisses were plastered to the man's chest, wrapping around one of his nipples. he sucked on it more than gently, not in a hurry and certainly not wasting the opportunity by breeding away like the mad men they were. when dan heng grabbed his chin, the raven's hand also held onto the other's chin. "i said slow, dan heng."

but it wasn't like ren wasn't curious, so he smashed their lips together and just like dan heng seemed to indulge in drawing blood, he did the same. the metallic taste, the true essence of dan heng found its way to ren's eager tongue, a more than gluttonous moan ripped from the brooding man's demeanor.

"c'mere," ren whispered again, nudging dan heng's chin. whatever he did to him pleased the swordsman. his face would haunt him in his dreams, but no longer did he end up impaled on his spear---rather on something much better. the pleasure was letting the mara dance in pure joy and as much as dan heng liked to taste it (him), ren also wanted to know what dan heng's true essence felt like. anything he could coax out of the dragon was tingling his senses in just the right ways.

"now you can taste yourself, too. i know you want to."

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imagine being gifted a private dance, at such an establishment. ren couldn't have imagined. he was a model student, broody and closed up, but his grades were excellent and his reputation was flawless. he was certainly called a teacher's pet before but to become successful one had to firstly graduate with flying colors, then he could perhaps start something that would go down in history. what exactly that was, he didn't really know yet but he wanted to create something ever lasting, even if it was just a well used app all over the world. he was good at coding, also majored in web design and often wore thick rimmed glasses just to keep people away from him but his dumb nerd friends thought it was funny if they took those off of him and place him in this... club? he didn't even know. on his own accord he would have never come here, but oooh well. that man was an astonishing sight for sore eyes,

he was like a lion, so well trained, so majestic. he could use his body well, clearly great at using his body and it did make sense why he worked here and why he worked this job. it was perfect for him, like he was meant to entertain people, maybe... even more but, ren was not going to ask. he was... hopefully not meant to talk at all. he'd probably say something dumb or worse; embarrass himself.

a whole night? they paid for a whole night? oh. OH. ren tried to muster a smile. "h-hey. yeah... my friends, they're... great," ren explained and was so smooth he wanted to hit himself. but if those arms weren't awfully distracting, then what else were they? he risked a look, watched those veins bulge, those muscles on clear display.

it wasn't even that ren wasn't well trained, but his body was built rather differently. sometimes he thought it was a shame, but such broad shoulders probably didn't suit him.

he couldn't take his eyes off the rest of his body either. god, maybe he should have just jerked off prior to all this. just to let go of the incredible amount of arousal he felt right now just being way too close to his man.

but what would those pecs feel like---no, ren, focus.

focus on what exactly?? the way those hips moved so sinfully? how he pressed his abs against his chest? how that skin felt? or how his head was so rather strongly pressed against the man's pecs? and yes, they did feel good. he wanted to get his hands on him, but he didn't even know all that was allowed here, so... he sat there, looking up curiously.

"you know how to make anyone go insane, don't you? if i pop a boner, would i need to be embarrassed?"

he wouldn't be the first one to be horny, right? but all of this was new to ren. he had never explored his needs and wants. he barely ever laid a hand on himself. he would be the most embarrassing virgin ever. maybe he should let jingyuan know he wasn't worth his time.

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It’s pretty obvious that Jing Yuan enjoys his job. He likes the attention, thrives in it. The thing that he likes the most, however, is to watch pretty boys going insane because they didn’t know they would like it. Just like what’s happening right now.

“Hi,” greets the dancer, a charming smile on his lips. He ignores the pole on behalf of approaching the man, setting both hands over the couch he’s sitting, effectively trapping the man between his exposed arms. “Someone very nice got you a night with me.” He has heard that the man graduated from his course, and Jing Yuan is experienced enough to know what to do. Fairly, he was there to dance only, but looking at how pretty the man is… maybe he can allow some more.

Jing Yuan is dressed only in a pair of black leathered clothes. It’s a mix of jeans and leather, though, so he looks more wild than slutty. His hair is gathered in a high ponytail, soft locks fanning his face. He approaches Ren with a smirk, almost allowing their lips to touch before his head dips lower, taking a whiff of Ren’s perfume. “Let’s dance, pretty boy?”

The music starts not much long after. Jing Yuan climbs atop Ren, moving his thighs and hips to the rhythm of the music, slow and sensual. He’s basically rubbing his abs on Ren’s chest, pressing Ren’s head against his pecs and using one hand to tilt the man’s chin upwards, so they can lock eyes. The grip is just a little stronger, a tentative to know what the other likes. Oh, Jing Yuan is going to have fun with this one.

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@draconicfool•*⁀➷subtle smut sentence starters | available

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ ]  ❞

"no, i have to disappoint you, i am not into being bitten." blade checked out their doctor, head to toe. curious, why were corpses delivered to him at least once a week? he had noticed it, simply because it was... rather unusual and hunter entering that room only to come back out hours later, that was... rather unusual as well. he didn't know much about hunter, but silver wolf seemed to value his cooperation and kafka did seem to enjoy talking to him. why was he even thinking about this so much? he was not supposed to be so involved, his only goal was his death. right.

"i do the biting," he eventually told the soft looking dragon, keeping his blood shot orbs on the other male's beautiful purple shimmering ones. he was so very very rusty at flirting, very becoming of his actual age and how he had been starved of any sort of attachment in ages. not even a human touch, he could remember bits and pieces of his former life but he had almost forgotten what such pleasure felt like.

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it's started on nothing more than a whim, when dan heng suddenly gave in and let blade inside. kisses, touches, sex, sex, sex. the places kept changing but the passion remained the absolute same. he knew fairly well, that dan heng kept thinking about his group mates, about stelle, welt, march and all the others blade was not interested in. his entire interest always lay with dan heng and even though he had been out for revenge, he received no satisfaction from threatening the reincarnation. no matter how much he wanted retribution, dan heng could not give him anything. he simply didn't know. he looked entirely the same, but his entire being was entirely different from dan feng. his yinyue jin, his friend and former lover.

while memories did not vanish, but his aggressions started to turn into something else---closer to possession or obsession. he could blame the mara inside of him, but he also just wanted for dan heng to pay for his predecessors mistake, in a different way perhaps. he didn't really know, blade didn't like sorting out his feelings all that much, but in a way he knew, he supposed, he loved dan heng. not the simple way, probably not a healthy amount, but there had only been one individual to spark these feelings inside of him. first dan feng and now dan heng, ever so sweet and gentle and innocent.

when the words had been spoken, he took a few moments for himself, his hips certainly not stopping, burying himself impossibly deep inside of his lover, grunt after grunt, he was trying to leave his imprint on the dragon male. "you can pretend not to hear me, dan heng, but it's true. you're mine, i'll never let you go. never. you'll never get rid of me again."

he pressed kisses to dan heng's neck. "i'll fuck you till you're pregnant."

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@asterisque•*⁀➷ this one's for the brats

╰┈➤ ❝ [  jing yuan @ blade: ❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ thinking pose-  ]  ❞

"your flirting has become very rusty, but then again, no high elder there for you to pine for." he had not a single clue if jingyuan had feeling for the previous reincarnation of dan heng or dan heng himself. it was hard to know what was hidden behind these majestic beautiful golden hues. jingyuan seemed emotional, but talking directly about his feelings? sometimes blade wished he knew a little more about his previous life despite discarding the life he had lived as a different identity and something that would never return.

yet, why did he feel this awfully connected to him? the general did free him from prison without a single good reason. why let a sinner run, if there was not a single egoistic cell inside of his body? such a mystery.

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@tragedicn•*⁀➷ dom/sub sentence starters

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛  make me forget everything except your names.  ❜  ]  ❞

"haven't you already forgotten how to be quiet?" ren chuckled lowly, positioned right beneath dan heng as he the male eagerly worked his hips, sinking up and down his cock. what made the omega this way? he didn't really know. jingyuan seemed clueless as well, but both were only simple alphas that could never say no to their beautiful lovely and irresistible omega, hence both were very busy with making the smaller male feel good, to really forget absolutely everything.

jingyuan's arms were locked around the omega's body, placing kisses around his shoulders, over his nape and eventually biting down right on his pulse point. not too harshly, but enough to lay claim once again as he let dan heng move, both their cocks neatly buried deep inside of their lover. the man was needy, touch starved today, so they simply let him do and once he had exhausted his entire strength, then they'd truly make him forget absolutely everything.

"in due time you won't know up from down."