CYNOSURE'S ASCENDANCE (ON HIATUS)
▶SYPNOSIS. cynosure; a person or thing that is the center of attention or admiration. at day, you work, and at night, you fight. now, what would happen if you roused enough suspicion to be noticed by the arbiter general?
▶CONTENT. semi-canon, timeline takes place during and after whole xianzhou arc, slow burn, strangers to lovers(?), detailed depictions of injuries and fighting, mature content, female reader, smut, blood, trauma, parental trauma, reader has battle lust tendencies, masturbation, smut, romantic tension, murder, dismemberment, dead dove: do not eat.
pairings. jing yuan, blade, welt yang, il dan heng, caelus
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER I. — “DISMANTLE”
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER II. — “CONSTRUCT”
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER III. — “MAINTAIN”
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER IV. — “PERDURABLE”
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER V. — “REVITALIZE”
· ☽∘✧⃝· 𒁍 CHAPTER VI. — “HERRSCHEN”
TAG: #— 強 [Cynosure's Ascendance] ♰
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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
sypnosis. a world of normality and what seemed to be hailed as fiction, had separate you from society and those who were once closest to you.y ou were thrown into a life of the unsightly, its beautiful horrors pushing you to the edge of death, but what happens if fate finally takes pity and answers your desperate, internal calls, having you bestowed with a savior made of white and blue hues?
cw. alternate universe, attempt of suicide, explicit, dark and mature content, family trauma, depression, prodigious burnout, people pleasing, breakdowns, physical harm, violence, dead dove: do not eat.
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It was a sick joke.
You didn't know what those things were, those otherworldly things that occupy space, matter, it was everywhere. you see them everywhere, on people's bodies, looking over them, in buildings, outside buildings, creatures that vary sizes, form and appearances.
All since your adolescence.
It was hard to ignore them in your every day life growing up, especially if they got too close to you, trying to make edge you into noticing them, challenging your courage, your fear when they loomed over you, all so they can have a confirmation that you can see them, and they can harm you.
Family, childhood friends, classmates, deciding that you were a "special child" all because you gushed about it to them, once, being taken to anywhere that involves psychological healing, emotional distress, any form of counseling.
You were deemed mental, the silence from the people who you thought should be your safe haven was loud, suffocating, and you grew to inevitably loathe them.
All the skills you acquired, be it the skill of music that astounded many but your own parents, the meals you provided for your family but they refused to participate in eating with you, all that crumbled, it was nothing to them now.
So, what did you do so criminal to them?
Was it the era of close mindedness that many parents seem to harbor at this time? Was it something personal? Did they just grow sick at the idea of having a daughter who couldn't be fucking normal?
“Don't give me that crap!” You screamed, it was gutteral, eyes diluted, all your nerves making you tremble in place.
You wanted to die, and you were going to.
You had the necessities. A chair, some strong wires, scissors? A knife? The train? No, you wanted them to discover your body, beside the suicide note you wrote with hate. Strangled, suffered, tears on the wooden floor. Mhm.
A last push of hardwork, preparing everything, a simple chair, a simple rope, and a simple mindset.
You didn't need to make a mess, you didn't want authorities meet you the first time in a bloody mess, you disappointed enough people, your parents, their expectations, your clan.
So... why not lessen everyone's burden by making it clean, simplistic farewell? Blue veins all over your neck, maybe a foaming in the mouth?
How will your once praised facial features look like when death claimed you? Was it going to look dull? Is it true that people's light in their eyes disappear when they die? Will you look prettier?
Uglier? Wait, your parents are going to be spending a lot in your funeral too, since they're always so damn flashy about anything, flaunting their money, their statuses. They'll for sure pretend to honor your name, as well as the people that are under your parent's lead.
Like sheeps, just like fucking sheeps.
Oh. You were done setting up already, already stood tall on the chair, viewing the window that gave in the only light in your life.
Cheers. To a new life with more pretty people, more pretty things, and a more pretty life.
...
Ah, but you didn't even get laid yet. You didn't even finish that one novel game's ending yet, that manga you wait for every week hasn't even finished yet, you didn't even do anything much yet. You didn't want t—“Huh?”
The moment your leg hovered over the space infront of you, it was a few seconds after you realized, that half of your apartment got ripped apart, you were standing on your chair, a rope loosely held around your neck, but the view before you was the very neighborhood you.
It was bright, shining, the sudden exposure blinded you, rendering you in a stunlock, putting you into a state of immense confusion.
What—“the fuck?” your eyes gleamed at the sight of something bizarre, catching sight that quelled your state of close death, no it wasn't the beautiful azure sky that slapped you right in the face with a breeze, or the heavy destruction in your surroundings, especially not typical grotesque, large scale creature that was levitating in the air before you.
It was it's pursuer, a white haired man, grinning with delight despite his aerial circumstances. He was in the middle of combat from the way he was moving against the—Wait. He can... see it?
He can see that creature? He can see it too?
Your heart pounded with fervor, your ears buzzed, ringing, fighting back to gasp for air from the revelation before you, and all that intensifies once two eyes that almost blended into the sky took notice of you, and the noose hanging around your neck especially.
His body shifted, and you noticed his sudden change of body language as gravity pulls him down, his gleeful expression reduced to a state of neutral seriousness, perhaps realizing the damage in the terrain he was fighting on, he was confident in his movement despite falling in the ether.
Your eyes remained on the sight of orange and golden destruction, fumes of smoke were heavy, pieces of cement everywhere, and you were now just processing the state of disarray your neighborhood was in, but you didn't care.
You didn't care. They probably didn't know the cause of this anyways, the media would definitely paint this unnatural scenario as something related to religion or a natural disaster, one of the two, they also can't see the gigantic otherworldly form in the sky anyways, but he can.
He can see it, he can see it like you do.
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