#i'm sorry but heng is distracting ok

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Heng Asavarid as CHALOTHORN —THE SIGN ·  Episode 2

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3, 8, or 24 for one of your hoyoverse couples for the soft otp prompts 👀

Ok I saw number 8 and had to do Caelus x Dan Heng hehe: Write about one member of your ship giving the other a compliment. 

Entries of the data bank raced past in a flurry of numbers and letters, each a clue to the strange sights and people they had encountered on their journey. It was a way to quiet his mind, some way to distract him from the past he was so desperately trying to escape. Even as they raced past stars and worlds alike, he felt he could never run far away enough.

The door to the Archives hissed open, and Dan Heng hastily closed the window on the console.

"Oh, it's you."

Caelus stood there, wide-eyed and awkward. "Sorry, uh, was I interrupting?"

Dan Heng's brows furrowed. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Who, me?" Caelus struck a pose, puffing his chest out, straightening his shoulders, hands on his hips. "Why, I'm very picture of-- ow! Ow! Ow! Oh that stings."

Dan Heng could not help the small smirk tugging the corner of his lips. "You should be resting, before March comes in and makes a fuss."

"She always makes a fuss." Caelus strode in, closing the door behind him. "I'm more scared of Pom Pom."

A huff of a laugh. "You should still take it easy."

Caelus joined him at the data bank console, standing close enough that Dan Heng could feel the trace heat off his skin. He averted his gaze. It's-- no, it's nothing.

"I ah, wanted to thank you, by the way." Caelus said after a moment of silence. "You ah, you're really good with that spear."

Heat pricked along the top of Dan Heng's cheeks and kept his gaze squarely on a dead pixel in the corner of the console's screen. "It's nothing, you were in trouble, I had to help."

Caelus bumped him playfully. "Well, I like it when you help."

Dan Heng blinked. Did he just--?

"Hey, what's this entry about?" Caelus pointed to the screen.

"Oh. That."

The hum of the Express drowned out the wild beating of his heart, as Dan Heng explained the history of the different worlds the Express had crossed. The madness of his past stilled in the Archives, paired with the warm presence of the strange Trailblazer.

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