#fuk you starry (affectionately)

[shining-gem34]

@celestial-narwhal: Yingxing will kiss so gently, cupping his cheeks as if they're made from delicate petals- Only for it to fade into Blade, gripping his cheeks with a harsh snarl [kill] "What have you done to me."

Dan Feng Appeared! What do you do?

CW: Stabbings and uhhh murder (in name of self-defense) will be under cut.

The stress of today troubles melts away with his beloved star gentle kiss. Moments like these are fleeting that if Yinyue Jun isn't careful- it'll be gone in a blink of an eye. For Yingxing and his short life, he savors every bit of his love freely given to him. Yet it was never enough for Yinyue Jun.

To think the esteemed High Elder became so greedy. Every second of the day spent with his star is a treasure he zealously guards close to his heart like a possessive dragon.

"Yingxing." Yinyue Jun sighs happily against his lips. He raises his hands to cup Yingxing cheeks, "I wish for this moment to last forever, my burning star."

But "forever" is crueler than death as "love" can become poison.

The dream crumbles like sand and slips between his fingers.

In front of Yinyue Jun is a stranger who wears the same face as his beloved star. Instead of violet eyes filled with love, he meets a pair of crimson eyes twisted by hate. The hands grasping his cheek burns as if this man wants to turn him into ashes.

"You...!" The High Elder snarls, reaching to wrench this man hands away from him.

Then the squelch of a blade sinking into flesh is heard loud and clear.

Azure eyes are wide and horrified to see Cloud Piercer in his hands. The blade cutting flesh and crushing the sternum before it aims straight for the heart. Crimson rivulets drip down the spear, staining his hands red with his blood. His vision blurs, watching the man coughs on his own blood yet his beastly eyes never left him.

Realization dawns on Yinyue Jun and his voice wavers, "I...What have I-"

"I'm not him!" Another voice, younger and panicked, screams in the darkness.

The illusion is gone, Dan Heng shoulders tremble with barely concealed frustration. His eyes are wide with fear, but filled with determination to live and survive another day.

"How many times must I say it until will you accept it? That man crimes has nothing to do with me- He is dead."

Resolved, the youth digs his spear deeper into Blade heart waiting for his life to fade.

"I. Am. Not. Dan Feng!"

When the light is gone from Blade eyes, he retracts back his spear. The body goes limp, falling to the ground with a hole in his chest. Blood gathering into a pole underneath him, cold and unmoving. Dan Heng eyes him warily before he turns his back and leaves without another glance.

Sooner or later, and hopefully much later, the ghost will rise again after a brief respite in Death embrace.

The chase will continue. This dance of sword and spear, of life and death, will never end until one of them truly dies.