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heliosunny · 1 month ago

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Hi! I love your Yan fics, can I request a Yan!Fem!Reader with Phainon looking like the Kevin Kaslana she used to love? (It would be better if Yan!Reader's love for Phainon/Kevin was like Jyahnar's love for Kiana in ggz.) Please, I just love them so much, these two Samoyeds are something😭😭😭

Yan!Fem!Reader x Phainon

The first time you saw him, your heart stopped.

The market square was loud, buzzing with the energy of traders and travelers, but all of it faded into nothing the moment your eyes landed on him. White hair, blue eyes, a strong, battle-worn physique—he looked just like him. The one you had lost.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

But the longer you watched, the harder it was to tell yourself otherwise. He moved so effortlessly, carrying a heavy bag of supplies over one shoulder, his posture relaxed yet powerful. His laugh rang out—bright, unguarded, the sound of someone who had never known true loss.

No, he wasn’t him.

But that didn’t matter.

A person could be shaped. Molded.

Phainon was a wandering warrior, traveling from city to city, taking on work as a hired fighter. Not quite a mercenary, he wasn’t the type to kill for money, but a warrior for those who could afford his skill. He was strong, fast, and trained in both traditional weapons and modern enhancements. But he wasn’t untouchable. He wasn’t careful. Most importantly, he was kind. And that was what would ruin him.

A connection, set in place long before you arrived. A man you had helped months ago, one who now owed you a favor, introduced you at a local gathering.

“Phainon, this is Y/N. She's new in town.”

You gave a polite smile.

“Nice to meet you.” His eyes met yours, and for the briefest moment, something stirred in your chest—something yearning.

You pushed it down. For now, you would be patient. You would slip into his life, step by step, until he couldn’t imagine a world without you. And then—when the time was right—you would take him.

The mission had been a success, but you barely thought about it. Your mind was elsewhere, pulled by an invisible thread—toward him. The moment you saw the campfire in the distance, your steps slowed. Phainon sat by the fire, leaning back against a crate, his sword resting within arm’s reach. He looked up as you approached, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Well, if it isn’t Y/N” he said, grinning. “Back already?”

You gave a small nod, watching as he gestured toward the empty spot beside him.

“Come on, sit. You must be starving.”

You hesitated—not because you doubted the invitation, but because the way he said it. It was too familiar. Too much like him. But you went anyway, settling beside him as the fire crackled between you.

Phainon stretched, rolling his shoulders before glancing at you. “Got anything to eat? I’d offer, but I kinda ran through my rations.”

You reached into your bag, fingers closing around a familiar plastic cup. As you pulled it out, peeling the lid back slightly, steam rose from the broth inside. Instant noodles.

Phainon blinked. Then, to your surprise, his face lit up.

“No way—you eat those too?” He let out a laugh, eyes shining with something almost nostalgic. “Man, I haven’t had these in ages.”

Your fingers curled slightly around the cup.

He liked them.

Just like Kevin did.

You handed the cup over, watching as Phainon took it eagerly, chopsticks in hand. The first bite made him pause, eyes closing briefly as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Damn, that’s good” he muttered. “Simple, but hits the spot.”

You had known, of course. You had seen the similarities, traced them over and over in your mind. But seeing it now, so natural, so real— It was fate. It had to be.

“You sure you don’t want any?”

You smiled. “I don’t mind.”

Because just watching him—watching Kevin—was enough.

The night air was cool, the fire reduced to glowing embers. Phainon sat beside you, his usual energy dimmed by the quiet peace of the moment. The warmth of the meal, the weight of exhaustion settling into your bones—it all made your eyelids grow heavy.

“You should get some sleep” Phainon murmured, voice softer than usual.

You shifted slightly, resting your arms against your knees. “I’m fine.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

Suddenly, he tilted his head toward you, offering his shoulder.

“Here. You look dead on your feet.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to—but because it was too familiar. But in the end, you let yourself lean in. His body was warm, solid, steady. A presence that should have belonged to someone else. Your eyes slipped shut. And then the past came rushing back.

It was cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones, that turned breath to mist and blood to ice. Kevin stood before you, blade in hand, his expression unreadable. Behind him, the battlefield stretched endlessly—flames licking at broken metal, bodies crumpled in the snow.

You reached for him. “Kevin—”

He didn’t move. And then, without warning, the world cracked apart. Blood bloomed across his chest, staining his uniform. You screamed. He didn’t fall. Not at first. He turned to you, lips parting as if to say something, but then his knees buckled. His body hit the ground. The snow swallowed him whole. You ran. You clawed at the frozen earth, hands shaking as you tried to pull him back, tried to stop the blood from spilling out.

You woke with a gasp, your body jerking upright. The campfire flickered in the dark, but all you could see was red. A strong arm wrapped around you.

“Hey, hey—breathe,” Phainon’s voice murmured, still thick with sleep. His warmth surrounded you, grounding you, pulling you back. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt. For a moment, you almost called him Kevin. But then Phainon pulled you closer, his hand resting gently against your back, and the name died on your tongue. He wasn’t Kevin. But that didn’t matter. Because in his arms, you could almost pretend.

It had been weeks since you last saw him. You told yourself it didn’t matter. Phainon was a wandering warrior, it was natural for your paths to split. You would always find him again.

The city was lively, you moved through the crowd, heading toward the bounty office when a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“—Not bad, huh? Almost too easy.”

You stopped. Phainon stood near the entrance of a tavern, laughing with a group of fighters. His silver-white hair caught the light, his expression open and carefree.

He looked the same. He always looked the same. But something was off. The people around him. They weren’t you.

One of them, a cocky-looking guy with a scar across his jaw, noticed you first.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

You ignored him, stepping toward Phainon. Before you could speak, the guy slung an arm around Phainon’s shoulder, grinning. “Hey, Phainon, is this an old flame or something?”

Your expression didn’t change, but something cold settled in your stomach.

Phainon blinked, glancing between you and the man.

“Huh? No, this is—”

The guy cut him off with a laugh. “Come on, don’t tell me you let this one slip away.”

His grin widened, eyes flicking over you in a way you did not like. “Though, I guess if you’re free now—”

Your knife was at his throat before he could finish. Silence fell over the group. The man froze, his smirk twisting into something nervous.

“I’d suggest you shut up” you murmured. “Before you lose something important.”

A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. He lifted his hands in surrender, stepping back carefully.

“Alright, alright. No need to get violent.”

You lowered the knife. Without another word, you turned and walked away.

Phainon cursed under his breath before jogging after you. “Wait—Y/N!”

You didn’t stop, but he caught up easily, falling into step beside you.

“You know, scaring the hell out of people isn’t the best way to make friends.”

“I wasn’t trying to make friends.”

Phainon laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I figured.” He glanced at you. “Still… sorry about that guy. He’s an idiot.”

You said nothing.

He nudged your arm. “You okay?”

You exhaled slowly, forcing down the lingering irritation. It wasn’t his fault.

“…I’m fine.”

Phainon studied you for a moment, then smiled. “Well, since you’re here, want to help me out with a mission? It’s nothing too crazy, but an extra set of hands wouldn’t hurt.”

You met his gaze. A chance to stay close. A chance to remind him that no one knew him like you did. You nodded.

“Great. Let’s go.”

And just like that, you were by his side again. Right where you belonged.

The mission was straightforward—escort a merchant’s cargo through a stretch of rough terrain. Phainon handled the front, chatting with the merchant, while you kept watch from the back.

It should have been easy. But your mind wasn’t on the job. You watched Phainon’s movements, the way he carried himself, the way his shoulders shifted with each step.

It was so much like Kevin.

And yet, it wasn’t.

You clenched your fists. He wasn’t Kevin. The realization struck harder than expected, like a thread snapping loose in your mind. You had known, of course.

And yet… The thought crept back in, slow and insidious. Kevin had walked ahead of you once, too. Just like this. Always leading, always making sure you weren’t far behind. And when you trailed off, lost in thought, he had always—

“Y/N!”

Phainon was in front of you now, tilting his head. “You good?”

For a moment, you didn’t answer. You just stared at him, seeing him and not seeing him at the same time.

“…Yeah,” you finally murmured.

He didn’t look convinced but let it go. The mission ended smoothly. You parted ways with the merchant at a guild outpost, collecting your cut of the payment before heading off on your own.

You needed space.

The forest just outside the outpost was quiet, the distant hum of city life fading into the rustling leaves. You leaned against a tree, exhaling slowly. You had been too careless. Too caught up in the idea of him.

Phainon wasn’t Kevin. But it was hard to let go.

“Did I do something?”

Your eyes snapped open. Phainon stood a few feet away, arms crossed, expression light but questioning.

“…Why are you here?”

He shrugged. “Saw you leave. Thought you might need company.”

Of course. Of course he would follow. Just like Kevin had.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I just needed some air.”

Phainon hummed. “Well, I won’t bother you too much, then.” He paused, then added, “Did you hear about the guy who fell into a well?”

You frowned. “What?”

“He couldn’t see that well.”

You stared at him. A beat of silence. Then— A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. It was small, barely more than a chuckle, but it was real. Phainon grinned like he had won something, rocking back on his heels.

“There it is,” he said.

You shook your head, exhaling. “That was awful.”

“I know.”

And just like that, the weight in your chest lessened.

He wasn’t Kevin. But maybe… that was okay.

Phainon never stayed in one place for too long, never tied himself down. But you were patient. And patience always paid off.

You didn’t force your presence into his life. Instead, you became a constant—a familiar face in his ever-changing world.

When he stopped by a town, you were already there.

When he took on a job, you happened to be on a similar one.

And when he thought he was alone, he would find himself thinking about you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Phainon collapsed into a seat at a guild tavern, rolling his shoulder with a tired sigh. His new companions were loud, sharing drinks, but he felt… detached. Like something was missing. And then— A familiar presence slid into the seat beside him.

“You look like hell.”

His head snapped toward you, surprised—then relieved. “Y/N!”

is grin came easy, like he had been expecting you all along. “You got a habit of showing up at the right time, huh?”

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand. “Or maybe you’ve just started noticing.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe.”

He didn’t realize it yet, but he was already caught. Because now, when you weren’t around, he felt your absence. And that was exactly what you wanted.

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The air was thick with the scent of blood and scorched earth. Phainon stood amidst the wreckage—broken weapons, shattered armor, and bodies strewn across the battlefield. But none of it made sense. Because you were the one who did this.

His party had been strong. They should have been able to handle a monster attack, but instead, they were lying unconscious at your feet, their bodies bearing wounds too precise, too lethal to be anything but intentional. And there you stood, a wicked glint in your eyes, your blade gleaming under the artificial moonlight cast by the neon panels embedded into the sky.

The world was a strange mix of past and future, but here and now, only one thing mattered—your bloodstained hands and the way you were looking at him. Not as a stranger. But as him.

“Kevin…” You breathed his name like a prayer, like a curse.

Phainon tensed. Kevin?

The monster that had been terrorizing travelers was nowhere to be seen, but he knew what had happened now. You’d fallen under its control—trapped in an illusion, haunted by the past.

Your movements were deadly, practiced. Years of battle had honed you into something nearly untouchable, something even his team had failed to stand against. But Phainon wasn’t them. He had fought wars alone, walked through death and back, and he wouldn’t fall so easily.

“Kevin,” you called again, this time with something aching in your voice, something raw. “Why did you leave me?”

Phainon barely dodged as you lunged, your blade slicing through the air where his throat had been a moment before. He didn’t answer. There was no point. You weren’t here. You were somewhere else.

You fought like a demon possessed, each strike laced with fury, grief, and longing. Phainon could see it in your eyes—the war between past and present, the way you weren’t truly seeing him. You didn’t hesitate. Because in your mind, you were fighting to keep Kevin from slipping away again. A cruel trick of the mind.

Phainon gritted his teeth, raising his sword to block another vicious strike. He had to end this—quickly. You were powerful, but the real enemy was the one who had twisted your memories, poisoned your mind.

And then he saw it. A shadow lurking behind you, monstrous and ancient, its form flickering in and out of existence. The true beast. You weren’t the enemy. It was. With a swift, calculated movement, Phainon feinted, dodging your next strike just enough to get into position. Then, with one fluid motion, he shifted his grip— And slayed the monster in a single, precise strike.

The moment its body hit the ground, the illusion shattered. The haze in your eyes flickered, confusion replacing the madness. Your knees buckled, and Phainon caught you before you could collapse entirely.

“Phainon…?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Not Kevin.

His grip tightened around you, but his expression remained unreadable. “It’s over.”

The weight of what had just happened pressed down on you, suffocating, but before you could fall any further, Phainon moved.

Without a word, he lifted you into his arms and began walking. Away from the battlefield. Away from the carnage, to the nearest inn.

The room at the inn was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the old-fashioned lantern hanging on the wall. Outside, the distant hum of machinery mixed with the sound of rain tapping against the window—modern and ancient, colliding in a world that never quite made sense. But none of it mattered. Not when he was here.

Phainon sat at the edge of the bed, tending to the shallow cuts on his arm. The battle had been over for hours, but you could still feel the phantom weight of your blade in your hands, still hear the way you had called him Kevin with such desperation.

But that wasn’t what made your stomach twist. It was the way he had looked at you afterward. Distant. Like he was leaving you behind. Your fingers curled into the sheets, your breath slow and measured as you watched him from across the room.

Your voice came out softer than you intended. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Phainon didn’t look up. “Thinking about what?”

“Leaving me.”

A flicker of something crossed his face—annoyance? Amusement? It was always so hard to tell with him. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” You pushed yourself up, the sheets pooling around you as you crawled closer. “You’re afraid of me now.”

He finally met your gaze, “No. But I know you, and I know what you’re thinking.”

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head. “Do you?”

Your hands moved before he could react, grabbing his wrist, fingers pressing into the faint scars that mapped his skin. He stilled, not out of fear, but because he knew. Knew that something had shifted inside you, something that had always been there but had finally cracked open, spilling over.

“You tried to take him from me” you whispered, tightening your grip. “Tried to remind me he’s gone.”

Phainon didn’t respond.

“You killed the monster” you continued, “but do you think that means I’ll forget? That I’ll let go?”

“I’m not him.”

“I know.” Your nails pressed into his skin. “That’s why you’re mine.”

Kevin had been taken from you, ripped away by a cruel world that had never cared for love or loyalty. But Phainon… Phainon was here. And you wouldn’t lose him.

“You belong to me” you murmured, inching closer, close enough to feel his breath, to drown in his eyes. “So don’t even think about leaving, Phainon.”

Phainon didn’t speak, but he didn’t push you away either.

You straddled him, fingers wrapped around his wrists, pressing them into the mattress. His silver hair fanned across the sheets, his expression unreadable beneath you. The lantern’s glow flickered against his skin, casting shadows over the sharp lines of his face.

“You’re not trying to stop me” you whispered, leaning down until your noses nearly touched. “Why?”

Still, he said nothing. But his body—his silence—spoke volumes. You traced your fingers along the veins of his forearm, feeling the strength beneath them. He could throw you off if he truly wanted to. He could fight back. But he didn’t. A shiver of delight ran through you.

“You act like you don’t care” you murmured, shifting slightly, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath you, “but you do, don’t you?”

You watched his expression, waiting, daring him to deny it. But there was no sharp retort, no scoff, no effort to escape. Only silence. Your hands released his wrists, fingers trailing down his arms, across his chest.

“You won’t leave me” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “I won’t let you.”

His eyes softened, just slightly.

“You’re mine” you breathed against his lips, feeling the warmth of him beneath you, the quiet surrender he refused to put into words.

His steady breath fanning against your lips as you hovered over him, waiting, daring him to push you away. His wrists were free now, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the slow, controlled rhythm of his heartbeat.

Then, he moved. It was subtle, almost hesitant—the way his head tilted up ever so slightly, the way his breath caught just before his lips brushed yours. Your own breath hitched, a rush of warmth flooding your veins.

So, he finally understands?

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, your grip tightening. Just as his lips were about to meet yours, you caught his chin between your fingers, stopping him just short.

“Ah” you whispered, tilting his head back just enough to assert your hold, “so you do want me.”

He didn’t deny it. You leaned in, lips ghosting over his, savoring the way his breath shuddered ever so slightly, the way he was letting you control the moment.

“I knew you would come around” you murmured, letting your fingers trail up to cup his jaw.

Then, with agonizing slowness, you leaned down, claiming what had always belonged to you.

#yandere #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x you #yandere reader #phainon honkai star rail #phainon hsr #phainon x reader #hsr phainon #phainon

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thisismeracing · 2 years ago

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Ex | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: black!singer!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, breakup, mention of food, pregnancy, it's not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: Y/n and Mick used to be the golden couple in the paddock, that's why the internet went wild when they announced their breakup. Imagine how they reacted when Y/n dropped a song about not wanting to be his ex. Would the couple have any hope in getting back together?

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yourusername New song is out 🖤 Hope you guys like it!

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schumicedes This feels like such a personal song, it gave me chills!

⤷ yn1990 It's like she recorded a voice message for him and then dropped it as a song.

f1sainzito I still can't believe they broke up, I'm still mourning their relationship

⤷ charleslechair1 I bet they will get back after this song lol

ynprincess I love her but this cover feels so...weird, idk, like it's rushed

⤷ mickeyn someone made a thread on twitter explaining it a bit, but it's basically a picture mick took of her, she wanted to make her message clear and that's why it's so artistically beautiful, it goes beyond the aesthetic

jorjasmith you’re so brave and pure, Ily!❤️❤️

winteryn Yn wanting to be friends with her ex, meanwhile I literally changed cities so I wouldn't see mine again

⤷ cruelsummer1 that's why I feel like they like gave themselves time, not really broke up fr, and now they realize it was not the best idea because they literally love each other.

dojacat Don't make me miss my ex, yn!!!! ☠️

woffantastic NOT THE MERCEDES ADMIN LIKING IT

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ynandschumi I wanted to comment something but I just know it will be deleted, so I'm just gonna say: you guys look good, hope you enjoyed your hike!❤️ also Angie seems a bit sad without her mother doesn't she....................

⤷ mercedessummer bestie, you did not LMAO

lewishamilton Roscoe says he's mad he was not invited!

mickschum90 I love you, mick!

sunandstarsyn This does not give happiness vibe...

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dailycelebsupdate We woke up this morning to the leaking of Y/n Y/l/n’s baby shower. The singer spent a little over a year off the radar after her breakup with F1 star Mick Schumacher, only to show up now pregnant! Who are we betting on to be the baby daddy?

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ynlove we aint betting a thing, and stop saying “only to show up” as if these pics were posted intently, they were LEAKED. Respect Y/n’s right to her privacy!

sainzsunny I hated the fact that the leaked something that she did not want people to know, but my bet would be that she and Mick are back together since that song release 🤐

mickeyf1 You guys are disgusting

swiftieyln She lookes so peaceful, glowing and everything 😭

⤷ ynhundreds that because she was being able to keep her private life to herself.

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f1gossipupdates Is everyone thinking the same thing?

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schumacher47 Is leaking season? Wtf the wrong, why cant celebs have their privacy??

⤷ f1khalid especially Mick, he’s really open about how he likes to have his personal life respected. 😔

ynstars BABY SCHUMACHER ON ITS WAY!!!

hockeyf1d They MARRIED???!!!

ynbrasil I just know Yn will be pissed when she open her socials to this shitshow

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yourusername It's been a long ride and we wanted to share with you guys in a different way, the circumstances, however, did not help, so we are sticking to the good ol' Instagram announcement. We got married last year and decided to keep living in our particular heaven, I hope you guys don't get this the wrong way because we love the love and support some of you give us, but Mick and I needed to bask in our own love without interruptions or assumptions. This love grew bigger than us and it will be walking around the world in a couple of months. We appreciate our friends' discretion, and our fans' love, we see you and we love you. We hope you guys can respect our privacy and our wishes on keeping some details to ourselves. Love, Mick and Yn Schumacher

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ynweeknd SHE SIGNED AS YN SCHUMACHER OMGGGGG

schumickeyf1 "This love grew bigger than us and it will be walking around the world in a couple of months" PLEASE IM SO LONELY THIS IS A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF ROMANTIC

mickschumacher Forever, mrs. Schumacher ❤️

⤷ yourusername forever and some more, my love 💗

charles_leclerc omg thank goodness you guys told everyone, I was so scared I would let it slip

⤷ lechair16 Charles ☠️☠️ LMAO

lewishamilton you guys deserve all the happiness in this world 🤍

ynandmick I was right and nature is healing

twentyoneyns So let me get this clear, my ex gives me a reason to go to therapy, while Y/n's ex gives her a ring, then all the love and orgasms in the world, and then a baby??????????? God definitely has its favorites.

⤷ schumercedes not the orgasms 🗣🗣 HAHAHAHAHAH

ynandmickey MOTHER AND FATHER

⤷ popyn Literally

mercedesamgf1 We already have a spot for them 💜

sunnydaysyln Are we calling the baby schumini or minimacher? or baby schumi? or macherbaby?

⤷ yourusername HAHAHAHHA I love them all

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magicalgirlsirin · 1 year ago

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hi rly enjoyed ur post on elysian realm! ik ur a new fan (i am too) but i heard that before retcon, elysia was a lot more morally gray. would you happen to know how exactly?? im rly curious bc i think it would be a severe improvement obviously. we deserve complex women who do wrongs

So when I say retcon in relation to the elyrealm arc it's less so "things they changed because of the story evolving and wanting to expand previously established events" and more "things they straight up forgot about in service of making Elysia a herrscher". It's not like hi3 is a stranger to retcons though?

For example, Durandal being the "original" Kiana is a retcon. The fact that our Kiana was a clone remained the same, but it's clear from older story stuff (iirc it's Everlasting Memory/Theresa's chronicle set?; second eruption manga doesn't focus on the Kiana part) that Durandal wasn't originally there. Otto refers to Kiana as K-423, and that Theresa needs to retrieve her, which implies that Theresa knows it's not Siegfried and Cecilia's kid, but her distress remains the same. The later game retcon by Thus Spoke Apocalypse is that OG!Kiana and Siegfried were going to go retrieve K-423, but OG!Kiana ended up injured and so Siegfried only left with K-423. And if you're confused then so am I because the details don't really super line up with the presentation, but it's like, fine, because at the end of the day the current writing intention and trajectory is for Durandal and Kiana to be sisters, and to both be Siegfried's daughters.

Anyways, for Elysia, a lot of her retcons occur in a very rapid pace from the first realm chapter set to Elysium Everlasting. Like I mentioned in my last post, the herrscher reveal is nonsense just going off of basic information like the fact she received MANTIS surgery like all the other Flame Chasers. However, there are other plot threads that are completely dropped for the sake of making Elysia a very special good girl who you should love because she's so nice and never did anything bad.

[About Betrayal 1 - Chapter 2]

[About Betrayal 2 - Chapter 2]

Elysia the traitor plot is something I was, well not hopeful for (a friend had already warned me that the game wouldn't do anything interesting with it] but I still ended up mulling it over a lot because it was such an interesting hinge piece for her initial presentation.

What stands out to me is the phrasing. Kevin says she never endangered humanity even if she was a traitor. Kevin says that Elysia made a decision. This implies agency, like Elysia was actively choosing to do something dangerous for the sake of the Flame Chasers. However, if Elysia was a herrscher from the beginning, then none of this makes sense. She doesn't choose to be a herrscher if she was one from the beginning, so why even make it seem like her betrayal was her choice at all?

[Traitor - Chapter 1]

It doesn't stop there though. Mobius' active disdain implies that whatever choice Elysia made, it was enough to make Mobius of all people consider her a lost cause. Mobius, who body mods and injects honkai energy into anyone with a pulse (hyperbole) to try and make humanity last just the slightest bit longer.

[Traitor - Chapter 1]

Mobius wants us to doubt Elysia's intentions. If you go through all their shared information, you'll find that the worst Elysia really does is just... coerce Mobi to wear pink dresses, and while that is obnoxious, it wouldn't warrant utter contempt for Elysia as a person.

There's actually a lot of stray text that implies there's something wrong about Elysia's existence, which I guess in generous terms could be interpreted as setup for the herrscher reveal? But it just feels like it's just there to add to the mystery that won't go anywhere.

[The Blind Spot - Recollection]

This right here nags at me. Deeply so. Elysia isn't so much a character as much as she is just a concept, the idea of a story that could be told. Not even in the canon-compliant weird endgame hook meta-textual breakout in Transcending Finality about the power of stories... Although, there's a way to introduce it here and tie it to Elysia to give some semblance of connectivity.

I went this long without actually giving my thoughts on how to make Elysia's writing good though. Disclaimer for clarity sake I know not everyone will agree with the changes I want to make and I'm also not claiming to be a more skilled writer than anyone in the hi3 team, they're all people with enough talent to be employed by the company.

That out of the way.

This isn't so much about making Elysia morally grey as much as it is about giving her an emotional core, because right now she's pretty hollow. Rather than a pristine girl who never did anything wrong, I'd rather cast her as a romantic, tragic heroine who would move heaven and fate just to seem noble.

Elysia was born human. Maybe she loved stories, and how they transported her to far off places, far far far away from the tiny town she was growing up in. When she was old enough, she traveled the world. Honkai descends. Because she was a globe trotter she ended up connected to many people, and was given the chance to join the MOTH organization. She gets MANTIS surgery. As the number of soon-to-be Flame Chasers grow, discussion begins about if the strength of the soldiers is enough.

'Maybe, if I had power comparable to a herrscher, we could fight with less casualties.'

She doesn't say this out loud, of course. It's a dangerous thought, a line that shouldn't be crossed. But she's curious. She breaks into Mobius' lab [Miss Pink Spy - Pristine Memory] to find the information she wants. Mobius figures out her intentions and warns Elysia off. It's not even in consideration, so keep whatever plan you have in mind off the table before you do something irreversible.

Mobius thought that Elysia gave up on the plan after the seventh erruption. The haunted look behind Kevin's eyes, the sadness creasing Elysia's face, all of it makes it seem like a simple consideration forgotten by the sands of time.

Elysia doesn't have a discipline. She told Dr. Mei it wasn't needed since her combat performance was well above standard margins anyways. (She is on par with Kevin in strength, after all.) At least, we all thought she didn't. A deal is made with Aponia.

Aponia, Aponia, apostle of fate, I offer you my 'humanity' to become a 'story'.

Elysia cannot receive any more disciplines. The target has to be "human". Elysia as a story, unchanging, pristine, capable of remaining as she is without blemish, can reach out and become a herrscher while remaining herself. She's desperate. She wants to help. She reaches into the deep, the start of the universe, and gathers the power. She names it Origin, since it's something she found at the source.

She's a herrscher.

Herrschers are an enemy of humanity.

Kevin runs her through with Shamash.

Elysia is still herself though, talking like she would as usual.

-Oh Kevin, I wanted to know if your tears would freeze, but I was hoping it wouldn't be like this. They're so warm, though. Thank you for crying for me.

-I see no herrscher here, just... the flame chaser, bearing the signet of ego.

The Elysian Realm keeps a secret. Aponia keeps it, the fact that Elysia gave up her humanity. The final banquet? A polite way to refer to Elysia's own demise.

It's sad, isn't it? That strength she wanted to give fell right through her fingers. Her own undoing, the desperate plan of a foolish girl who wanted to be a hero, but only ending up as a villain to oppose. It's so much more meaningful, then, that Elysia's gift, the power of sapience, is kept on to the next cycle of humanity. Held again, the power of ego, of humans, to someone with a kind heart to move beyond the past she's trapped in. Thank you, Raiden Mei, for carrying on the ideals of the thirteen trailblazers, the moths who chase the flame.

so anyways yeah i think elysia couldve been interesting whos to say

#dazzling nova #honkai impact 3rd #raiden mei #kevin kaslana #hi3 elysia #elysian realm #bianka ataegina #kiana kaslana

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vashatxt · 2 years ago

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anonymous asked: Can you… write Blade getting hor knee for Kafka when he’s Mara-struck?

i absolutely can <3

there is no obligation to send any tips but if you feel like passing on a good deed, my kofi is https://ko-fi.com/idolelysia

cw: nsfw

"Bladie," Kafka's eyes are wide, and she's trying her best not to let on that she's enjoying this. "Your strength surprises me more every day."

He's different. Usually, she can gain control over him with just the slightest command, her spirit whisper only giving him the push over the edge that he needs before he comes back to himself, but this... Blade is resisting that pull. And he's taking that energy out on Kafka, and she sure as hell isn't going to strain herself to put a stop to it. It's not her fault that she enjoyed the feeling of the rough, scarred hands that once belonged to a uniquely talented crafter of weapons on her shoulders. Blade shoving her against the wall and pinning her there, his eyes darkening, a smirk spreading across his face as he pressed his crotch against Kafka's thigh and heard her gasp at the feeling of his cock, hard, throbbing - he's hungry. He needs her.

"Do. Your. Worst."

She punctuates each word with a pause, her lips parted, running her tongue along them and watching as Blade's gaze followed it. "Submit to me, Kafka," he says.

It's a risk. But she has enough faith in her abilities to know she'll be able to regain control over him and soothe the ill effects of the mara once they're done - she's just cocky enough to not feel fear.

"Please, Bladie," she blinks, shrugging her shoulders so that he can release his grip just long enough for her to let her coat fall to the ground. "Make me yours."

A switch is flipped; Blade grabs her and buries his face into her neck, sucking and biting, intent on leaving his mark, on finding out how loud he could make her scream. It's new for Kafka, to not be in control, but she wants this - so, in a way, she still is. She leans her head back and gives him what he needs, the more she yelps and moans his name and digs her nails into his back; the harder he goes in on her.

His hands trail to her button-down shirt, and he pulls away from her now purple and red neck to watch as he rips it open, his strength popping each plastic fastener and sending them flying. Blade can feel himself begin to salivate, like an animal hunting its prey, at the sight of Kafka's chest, her tits pushed up by a translucent maroon bra. He cups them through the fabric first, and Kafka looks down, too, burning the image of his gorgeous hands on her into her mind.

Impatient as she is, Kafka then reaches behind her to unclasp the bra, and while she does, Blade follows the curve of her waist to her hips and her ass, where he can help her rid of her shorts.

"There's still a barrier," Kafka points out, once she's standing in front of him in nothing but fishnet tights.

"Not really," his voice is deep and hoarse, a darker tone to it than usual. "They're pretty easy...,"

His fingers drag down to her thick thighs. "...to...,"

They hook into the web of thread between them, and Kafka feels a shiver down her spine.

"... adjust," Blade spits the last word, which accompany another rip - Kafka spends a hell of a lot of money on her clothes, but she doesn't give a shit today - creating a perfectly positioned gap in coverage, just in the crotch of the tights.

"Beg me," he's taking enjoyment in it, Kafka moans his name as he grabs at her cunt, like it's a toy, something of his own to rough around. He then lifts his hand to his mouth, just to taste her slick that now coated his fingertips. "Come on, Kafka. Beg me."

"Please - please, Bladie," she allows the desperation to come through, her breath hitched, blinking at him like an innocent girl. "I need - I need you to f-fuck me...,"

He scoffs, then undoes his zipper, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Kafka doesn't waste time, she wraps her arms around his neck and allows him to hoist her up against the wall, holding her around the waist, her thighs spread and grinding against his cock, slowly bouncing up and down. "You want me inside you?" he whispers. "You gonna show me how loud you are for me? You fucking cock whore?"

"Please, pleaseeee," she moans. "I need... I need...,"

"If you need me to destroy your cunt, Kafka, then you're in luck."

He thrusts inside of her, and it feels different than all the other time's they've fucked, the times she's sat on his dick and spilled dirty words from her mouth while the pathetic, pretty little boy who looked at her like she was a goddess tried his hardest not to cum too quickly. This is an entirely different Blade. The Mara... it made him different. He's relentless, she can feel his thrusts all through the body, not just the familiar burning desire in her tummy to be filled up. Blade doesn't pause or take a breath, even as Kafka's eyes well with tears and her nails begin to draw little trickles of blood because of how hard she's clinging on to him, her body weak and limbs like jelly. He feels so big, her cunt tight. He kisses her while she screams and bites her bottom lip hard, until it swells and a metallic taste fills her mouth. "Bladie...,"

"You sure you can fucking take me? Or do you want me to pull out and let you fall to the ground, discard you like a piece of trash who doesn't even deserve the chance to do so?"

Kafka can feel her cheeks burning, her entire body is ablaze, she clings on tighter - "I can take you, I can, I can....,"

They cum at the same time; he spills his load into her as the pressure against Kafka's clit sends her over the edge, she's dizzy and so, so messy down there, Blade saying her name, weaker and softer each time, draining his balls with each final thrust. Kafka can feel her own cum as well as his leaking out while Blade slowly pulls out.

"Good boy," she soothes him, snapping back to reality and regaining control with her spirit whisper before the Mara can hurt him. "Thank you, Bladie."

He slumps to the ground, and Kafka follows suit. "It's okay, sweetie. You made me feel so good. We can rest here, if you need."

Blade is exhausted; she feels almost bad. But his hand reaches out for hers and their fingers intertwine; they lie down together on the concrete floor and he cuddles up on her chest without ever letting go. Maybe they both needed that. Maybe he was finally figuring out what she already knew: that he loved her, that he was weak for her and only her.

#kafblade #blafka #hsr fanfic #blade smut #kafka x blade #kafblade fanfic #hsr smut #kafblade smut #*#mara.txt

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e17omm · 1 year ago

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Ranting about the ending of chapter 42

How does Honkai both have the best characters and the worst writers for the characters and antagonists?

We killed Sa. Just like that? Or, if we didn't kill her, we incapitated her for tens of thousands of years?

Just like that?

Did I miss anything, or did Kiana snipe Sa in the Sea of Quanta and Vita then took most of her power?

Did I miss anything there, or is that really what happened?

WHAT THE FUCK IS PART 2 GOING TO BE ABOUT?!

NO ANTAGONIST HAS HAD A VICTORY SINCE OTTO IN CHAPTER 28!

WHAT IS PART 2 GOING TO INTRODUCE THAT NO ONE WE ALREADY KNOW CANT TAKE CARE OF??

APHO. How is ANYTHING in APHO a problem? Isn't Sa the origin of the Sky People? How is Sa's underlings somehow a bigger problem that spans over several years?

Why can't Kiana take care of the Sky People? The theory was that she was still busy and out of commission until her work with Finality was done, and thats why she couldn't help in APHO.

BUT SHE JUST SNIPED SA ON THE EDGE OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM

WHAT IS THE WRITERS DOING??

YOu cant just write a story like this where the good guys wins again and again and again and nothing ends up being a threat at all. That's not interesting that's not engaging.

The Rebels cant destroy the Death Star before the Death Star has shown what it's capable of - thats not engaging, its not interesting.

Right now, with Sa, we have destroyed the Death Star before it has destroyed Alderaan. WHY THE FUCK would we be worried about Death Star II?

At least the character of Sa was incredible.

Unless part 2 is fucking amazing, I might aswell make part 1.5 of Snippets AU just be part 2. Have Sa as the villain, have her actually be a threat. She is so good that I do not need to replace her with the backup antagonist I introduced in chapter 72: Kcolc that was there incase Sa was disappointing. Sa completely outdoes that imaginary being (maybe they'll show up for part 3?)

Sa is that good. She works so well as an antagonist we did not even know about in part 1.

All that needed to happen was that she wasn't completely defeated in part 1.5

So why the fuck was she completely defeated in part 1.5?

No main character even needs to die. Just have her succeed in retreating and destroying Phospherus. That would set the stage for part 2 to have this looming threat in the background - like what Otto and the Old Project Stigma was in part 1. (Because New Project Stigma wasn't foreshadowed or built up to at all)

But from part 1.5, what do we have to tie the two main parts together story wise? We have no villain, we have no problems, we have no looming threat.

What is part 1.5 for? Why do we have this? It introduces a new villain, Sa, and then we defeat her.

Its barely even cleanup from part 1. It abandoned that thread really early on to focus on Sa. So part 1.5 became the setup for Sa. But then we defeat Sa.

So what is part 1.5 for? Padding? What a way to waste 7 chapters and almost a year of storytelling.

Sa and Vita are great characters. They absolutely deserve to be in the story, they add a lot to it by themselves.

But fuck, the story treats them so wastefully.

The writers was doing everything right. EVERYTHING. Sa is set up. With her in the background of part 2, you constantly have tension because Sa is still out there, and then that threat comes to bloom in APHO when she attacks Earth. They just need to show how powerful she is, that even when everyone present throws all they have at her, The Vitas give their authority to Griseo, Fu Hua Meta-Morphs, Misteln jumps in, and even Vita risks her life to assist, and all they manage to do to Sa is make her feel that this fight isnt worth it and she needs to retreat and gather more power.

But instead we defeat her.

How did they throw this away like that...?

I'm almost crying at this actually.

Part 1.5 was mediocre to decent in terms of setting the story up for part 2. And then in chapter 42 they stomped the gas and had everything ready and good to go for the start of part 2.

And then they threw it away.

Cant sacrifice phospherus for the story. think of the cute vitas. dont we all want cute vitas over an antagonist theyve set up the last 6+ chapters and go into part 2 with no setup from part 1.5? the cute vitas are more important

im pretty sad right now. i think ive had enough gaming for today and its not even lunchtime yet.

at least the music was good

sa's teleporting sounds was sick

#honkai impact #ranting #depressemm

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ancientforgcd · 7 months ago

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juliaswickcrs · 1 year ago

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BOOK COVERS :: BLOODLINE ( the witcher s1 - s3 )

Kiana of Cintra was a failure. She failed at producing magic the way her sister had, she failed at being the princess her mother wanted, and when the time came to save her niece from the hands of Nilfgaard she had failed at that too. Queen Calanthe had charged her own daughter with the safety of Pavetta’s child and Kiana had lost her amongst the madness and chaos of Cintra’s fall. A chaos her mother had spent trying to help her daughters master after that fateful feast. Kiana of Cintra was a failure. but Kya the Woodwitch was not. Kya provided the people of Novigrad with their herbal remedies and soothing cures. Kya smiled and shared stories with the merchants decorating their tables and selling their wares. It was Kya who healed them with what little magic she possessed, and it was Kya who took in the Witcher and his Bard when they’d been injured. Kya who froze instantly upon hearing the name Geralt of Rivia. Kya, who was now forced to return to the life she’d known before the fall, as the Witcher and his Bard escort her back to Cintra in the hopes of passing her off as the missing Princess Kiana to earn their coin. The meeting feels more like chance than anything, but the threads of destiny are at work, drawing Geralt of Rivia and Kiana of Cintra closer together than ever before.

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#ocapp #fyeahwitcherocs #the witcher oc #witcher ocs #geralt of rivia x oc #oc: kya #oc: kiana of cintra #fic: bloodline #ship: kyalt #otp: not if its you #my edits #my ocs #book covers #book posters #book poster #the way I'm obsessed with her

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kboo1999 · 4 months ago

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yeah, I forgot how much Dante pissed me off last episode

torres is he’s acting

lord. oh lord. cook, you can’t get all big and mad about this now, you’re here like wayyyy after the fact, and this is partially on Voight and Kim.

Torres should have never been in that deep and that dark from the rest of the unit when it had little to no true exposure and experience AS A COP

fuck this. this is going to be a ride

the way that Hank is like cut the bullshit, get to the facts

I don’t think Torres is trying to save himself, I do think as a catholic though he surely is feeling that strong as hell Catholic Guilt

damn it Kim

the way that Adam was starring down Torres, like what the hell did you get my girl into

OH SNAP!!

“She could go to prison Dante” — I know, especially at that moment, all that Adam is thinking about is she is the mother to his child

I do love the way that Torres says his name though

god, poor Dante, he can’t deal with some things of this nature still — he truly was scarred from his history

I’m actually kind of hating Kiana right now

I feel like Kim is going to be the person that’s the thread that is going to help save Torres

awww, Dante bringing Kim her cup of I’m assuming coffee

I love and hate all the love and compassion Torres can still have, no matter how someone has wronged him, or what he’s been through

Oh, Lord. the amount of shots being fired here is wild

Dante

I will say, I do love this trio of

Hell fucking yes Kim with that shot.

I also loveeee the fact that Kim is really and truly able to give out orders — like yassss Detective Burgess with Intelligence

lol.

yes dante. yes. he said he will cuff you to his damn car if he needs to

damn. Gloria. you have pissed off this man. it takes a lot to do that.

he really gave Gloria the damn hand.

when you start getting shot at

easy?? bitch what? Torres is dying emotionally, and the fact that she doesn’t see that kills me

Fr though, I have been thinking this since we first saw Gloria was back, I don’t understand why she didn’t take the out, and start something different. Like, she’s not a dumb or uneducated, inexperienced, or skillless woman, sooooo. I just don’t get it.

the way that Kevin looks when he’s posted up — i love how he’s developed over the seasons + you’ve got kim & adam over on the other car working together you are wasting his time currently though.

ahhhh. That’s what this is. Gloria is a power whore.

he tried to warn you Gloria

yeah. He definitely is one of them. He’s a cop.

Torres, don’t let her get in your head.

damn, that gate was loud as hell

Kevin pushed that man down with no regard like he was a damn feather

damn. I’ve always loved it, but it’s just gotten better this season, the team up with burgess + adam + kevin, the way they clear, and cover. it shouldn’t be so hot, but it is!

oh hell nah. yeahhhh, Adam’s not with the shits baby. you shot in the vicinity of his woman, he’s never not going to be okay.

Torres tried to warn you idiot. — at this point, she’s more than made her bed, she doesn’t deserve to “still have a life”, she got out, she was out, Dante risked everything, did her right, and YET, she still purposely and intentionally dragged herself back into the life

Kim doesn’t have the time to play — nor will she play with Gloria. she’s over that shit

Kim’s “I don’t think about you” — the fact that this is really probably more than true

Kim mentioning Chief Deputy Reid

okay….the way they are all analyzing and watching him

lol. adam. he’s never trusted people who renege on their word

it seems like Cook is riding her tail way too close

um…uhhm, what the hell is Gloria doing. or maybe she thinks she’s being set up

Gloria is wildin’ bruh

but she really just saved Dante. so holy shit.

damnnn. the unit shut these mf down!!

hot damn. Something told me this was going to happen, but I wasn’t expecting it to go down quite like that…

Now Kiana sees it, right in front of her eyes.

well damn. now they all see it. Not only do I think Torres really loved her, but also i believe his catholic guilt is deep

I don’t think it was a cover up per se, I think it was damage control more so.

Yeahhhh. Hank doesn’t trust people like that.

lol. why does everyone always wanna “be friends” with Hank. he doesn’t like y’all 😂

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juliettevarona · 2 years ago

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"That tip better be something ambiguous, like how to do taxes or even how to crochet, I've been meaning to try that but just haven't had the time." Juliette began with a heavy sigh. But she knew when she'd been bested and she nodded in agreement, "Fair either way for you to go full price, but mark my words I will sneak something in free of charge, no objections allowed." Juliette said, pointing a warning finger playfully at the woman. With the date set, Juliette smiled and waved at Kiana as she exited the shop, "I'll see you then!"

( END. )

"Awe, really?" Kiana asked sweetly. "I am glad," she said with a smile. She wasn't sure of Juliette's story but if she could make someone feel less alone and more understood in this crazy world then she would cherish it. A win was a win. At the offer for Juliette to pay half Ki has to shake her head. "Oh no, I'll pay full price plus tip just for you," and she wasn't taking no for a answer. "It's the least I could do," she smiled. "I know it's hard out here. And I appreciate the gesture already." Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. She pondered the days before she chuckled. "I'll see you bright and early on Saturday morning."

#( interactions )#( ft. kiana )#( end. )#// new thread at the cafe?? lmk :D

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starlitpaths · 4 months ago

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[DRESSING ROOM] - She's perched on a three-legged stool, hunched over so close to the mirror that it's sure to hurt when she rights her spine, and so immersed in trying to smooth her most stubborn of cowlicks back that she almost doesn't see her.

Almost.

A glimpse of fire-red is all she needs to see to know, but she's used to seeing it. Just that, a glimpse. A moment, a blip of the imagination that can be blinked away. This one lingers, stays after she has blinked, after she has held her breath and waited for it to be like everything else.

Suddenly, as though a switch has flipped and she cannot bear the idea of it disappearing, Kiana's head swivels. Sure enough, she is there, except it's not... her. Lips press into a thin line, fighting the emotion that threatens to make them quiver. She is like a picture frame whose glass has cracked, shifting the same image just enough to be something else. It isn't her, Kiana doesn't have to ask to know it, but she wishes it was.

"Oh-" she's been staring. Heat crawls up her neck and sends her gaze darting away. "S-sorry. You just look... like someone I know, is all."

.✧ ー OVERTURE 2024

It would always begin with a long, searching stare—a look of surprise; slightly parted lips, widened eyes. She would always feel the weight of their gaze before she even turned to meet it, only to be greeted with a look of disbelief and hopeful eyes that almost seemed pleading. Just for a moment, they would hold their breath, mumble her name, even, before realisation would come. Then followed a quiet sigh escaping them, soft and empty, as that gleam of hope would slowly fade from their faces.

She’d often see it on Welt. Saw that flash of recognition from Acheron. She’d noticed the yearning in that young lady's eyes as she asked for a photo with her. And as always, Himeko had long learned to brace herself for it, greeting each look with a resigned, gentle smile. Before she could even hear their request, their apologies, Himeko already knew they would see her as someone else—a reflection of someone they loved and, perhaps, lost.

It was an almost-familiar ache she had come to expect, knowing that she could never fill the place of the one they missed so sorely, but that did not mean she could not be there for them as Himeko, the Navigator of the Astral Express instead. She will not live as anyone’s echo, no. She shall continue to refuse to be seen as a ghost of someone else’s memory. But even so, she can still be there for them—be someone they can trust. Someone they can rely on.

Someone they can call a friend all the same.

“ May I? ” She offered, stepping closer behind the girl so that she could thread her fingers through those stubborn light locks. “ I think a different style would help tame these. Can I try? ”

Briefly shifting her gaze at the mirror in search of the other’s eyes, Himeko began undoing the ponytail her hair had been tied to, hands gentle as she gathered her hair into two equal sections and, starting with one side, she divided the hair into three even parts, fingers weaving them together slowly—over and under, over and under, as though in a rhythm, a hum of a song nearly slipping past her lips.

As she reached the end of the first braid, she secured it with a small tie, before turning her attention to the other side, fingers moving with that same gentle—almost careful, really—touch.

When both braids were complete, Himeko stepped back to admire her work, giving each braid a final, gentle tug to make sure they matched and… it was almost ridiculous, that aching warmth that slowly bubbled up within her, her fingers lingering for a moment before finally letting go.

“ There. ”

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celestialodyssey · 3 months ago

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