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reginrokkr · 1 year

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Onyx heavens augur tempests of sins only to be washed away should one bend to unjust and divine Heavenly Principles. Iron scent accompanies crimson deluge, the celestial law warns of promises of death if anyone dares trespass the limits betwixt humane and divine unprompted. Before this fallen heavenly envoy lies the end a beginning of a life branded as sinful since the commencement of its very existence. Nigh deaf ears ring with spiritual cries of struggling Ley Lines to reject that which threatens to permeate the earth of this star with its malady.

A new set of voices chant in the back of the seraph's head: a requiem for the fallen by the hands of the gods, a hymn to let this land rot as the destroyed kingdom did and a siren's call to end that life with his bare hands. Temptation for vengeance is high, alas regret and fervent wish to not see one more human soul witness this Calamity on repeat once more are even higher.

Nonetheless, here stands Dáinsleif as others mourn the loss of a goddess, unable to move nor to speak. Tempestuous astrals fixed on Sumeru's Grand Conservator holding the tiny new life in his strong arms before sapphire and dichromatic emerald-scarlets meet fleetingly. All sentiments this luminary may harbor for that man numbed and buried underneath millions of other emotions born from the befallen catastrophe in the reign of Khaenri'ah, still too recent even if it's been years since the incident.

「You whom barely hesitated to jump to the assistance of others in time of dire necessity, what makes you so paralyzed now that the event is essentially the same? Is it the sight of a fallen god and birth of a new one in this new samsara? Do you still hold at heart the wishes of the masses you hoped to change their minds from even after you slew countless of them en route to the Land of Wisdom?」

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος δ: Ψάχνοντας τη χαμένη μοίρα┊To the journey’s end.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Aria of the Empyrean ┊Lightless void.┊#throws this your way—#hopefully the Beta thingy won't give issues #or I'll just 🔪

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reginrokkr · 1 year

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Paperwork is as inclement as ever, unforgiving of other obligations to be prioritized as per the Regent’s wishes. Alert and attentive of the Grand Scribe’s on the day, occupied on his office when the veil of night covers everything and the subject of his custody goes to slumber. It has been that way since it all started, thus surprise reflects in icy sapphires upon catching sight of al-Háitham sitting by the fireplace, book in hand and leg crossed over the other in a stance that denotes utmost elegance. ❝Should you not be asleep?❞ This time he returns to the Twilight Residence just a tad over midnight, symbolizing that today’s paperwork was fewer in number and in degree of concentration. Perfect to get a good night’s rest. Except the fact that concern begins to spring within his mind as the wooden door closes behind him and thus he makes a beeline to where the Sumerian scholar sits.

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Luminous salvation made manifest┊Dáinsleif × al Háitham.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Sapphire flames in their wake ┊IC.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Lament of a fallen seraph ┊Thread.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος β: Descensus in regnum tenebram┊Kingdom of Khaenri’ah.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Aria of the Empyrean ┊Celestial collision.┊#I hope this is fine dear ♥︎#soon we'll be able to do thingies in Sumeru too

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reginrokkr · 1 year

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Hardly ever the concept of hero is brought to light in these lands of gods and celestial beings that pull acts considered "heroic" by mankind if weren't for the fact that human standards don't apply to them, only to those who subject themselves to them. In Dáinsleif's case, it doesn't come as a surprise that he's regarded as a hero even by flower spirits that take humans for what they are— feeble beings guided by their emotional core. Not him, however. They must've seen something in him to deem him so and al-Háitham doesn't question it. Since he met him in Khaenri'ah he was witness of people's love and adoration for him, even if he didn't spend enough time to commit any acts of this kind.

What paralyses Garuda with sorrow is that the Twilight Sword was unable to do anything to protect the underground kingdom and yet, his titanic efforts contributed greatly to Sumeru's safety... at the detriment of making himself enemy of his own people who surrendered to the abyssal pact to become transcendent ones. Here he lies on his bed, completely spent and exhausted from the endless tides of abyssal monsters he defeated at the helm of the Schwanenritter. Not even a moment to grief and heal was spent that as soon as he left Khaenri'ah, he involved himself in another country's tragedy... His touch is feather-like as he pushes away a few moonlit bangs from his face, his hand lingering on the side of his face and thumb grazing the outline of abyss-tainted skin crossed by a ley line.

Once everything's been lost, all expectations of a bright future where what little is left still remains are drown under the onyx waters of void with it. Nothing but smoldering ashes remain in the once glorious kingdom, no more relationships to be had when everyone included themselves were cursed and left to their fortune amidst the destruction that the Seven brought. Despite everything, there is someone who was not affected by any of it as someone whom hailed from one of the nations presided by the Archons, someone who has grown immensely within the seraph's heart when he was in Khaenri'ah and time after that via correspondences.

Even if their bond was strongly solidified... even if both of them have gone through thick and thin together... with what face would Dáinsleif expect al-Háitham to still accept the monster he has become?

Death should've claimed him weren't for the curse, or the Abyss altogether weren't for his adamancy to not turn into a monster, too— a full-on one, for nothing will change the fact that half of his body has already been tainted, determination to stay sane or not. But it did not and the unconceivable prospect of resting on the softness of a bed is one hard to believe yet. Even within his slumber, Dáinsleif flinches at the touch, however soft it is. One of the endless consequences of this curse is dealing with a physical ache never felt before, doomed to feel it for the rest of his days. It burns his skin, his senses warn him of pain wrongly despite the gentleness put into the touch, but the luminary makes no movement to remove himself from it.

Instead, it stirs him awake, albescent lashes fluttering open to see al-Háitham's concerned face as he caresses his cheek. You know I'm a monster, and you would still spare me this kindness? Roseate lips quiver as the corners of his eyes sting with the might of building tears that spare twilight no time to remain collected before they fall. Instinct leads his right hand to rise and cup his hand, only to stop midway at the reminder that his right hand is the cursed one. It falls by his side and so the left one rises in its stead, moving until it can cover al-Háitham's in its own.

Many are the questions Dáinsleif would pose in such moment: Why? Even though you see me... why? Yet none of them manage to leave his mouth, for all questions are answered with the softening of an equally sorrowful gaze. If his initial touch didn't suffice, the hand that follows the first one finishes the job of cupping the knight's face whole with a tenderness he feels undeserving for and a loving closeness with the touch of two foreheads.

No words can express the turmoil of sentiments he feels, so he does not bother to formulate any as his eyes close— praying to whatever merciful soul would listen to him that this is not just a dream. That they let him have at least this, even if he doesn't believe he deserves it. As if by some miracle, his prayers are answered. For the next time his eyes open, he's met with the warmth of an amorous kiss he missed so. They have much to talk, much to discuss and put on the table, to clarify. But this moment... Dáinsleif will take it and put his mind to rest for the time being.

Thank you... for staying by my side... at my worst.

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ luminous salvation made manifest┊dáinsleif × al háitham.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος δ: Ψάχνοντας τη χαμένη μοίρα┊to the journey’s end.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ aria of the empyrean ┊lightless void.┊#the way the end wrecks me #because Dain stayed by Al-Haitham's side at his worst too #yet he wouldn't believe himself worthy or remotely deserving #or receiving the same in kind ;;#thank you for sending this!

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Al-Haitham is the first person he actually feels strongly for back in Khaenri'ah. Likely not enough to call it love at the time as they didn't spend enough time together for a strong feeling like that to solidify, but at least close to the beginning yes. Even to him, the spark that created the fire is complicated. Was it the tender touch in a moment of realization of touch-starvation? Was it the intimacy in the sense of entrusting one another highly personal matters they wouldn't with others or at least, not so easily and only with a very few select of people if they do? Was it his own self-imposed commitment to see him back to health? It's hard to tell, other than the clearest thing is that it started with the touch, but even that as it is was more intense and made him happier than he's been in the romantic sense until that moment.

This intimacy grew far more as years passed of letter exchanges. And with it love was born within him even if the harsh reality that they might not see each other ever again was there. That was enough for Dain, however. Talking with Al-Haitham filled him in ways that made him feel whole even in the distance, he was content with that. Everything he was feeling culminated when he was at his worst and Al-Haitham let him know without words that his feelings are mutual, even if he was nothing short of a monster at the time. Even if he could be a danger to him, to everyone.

Dain is aware of Al-Haitham's tendencies to record him when he plays the piano or sings since he listened to what Al-Haitham was listening to while he was napping. He recognized his own voice from when he sang that same song all the way back in Khaenri'ah. Since then, Dain made it a mission to steal his headset when he isn't using it in order to record himself.

As much as Dain complains about Al-Haitham's exaggerate leisurely life every time he doesn't let him leave the bed until he feels like waking up (he occupies himself too much for his own good when he's on his own), he adores these moments. They make him feel like he's still human, that even someone like him deserves to have a tranquil moment like this in which he can hide from the world in the comfort of his lover. 500 years later it's still hard for him to get used to Al-Haitham's petulant side, but while he won't admit it aloud, he enjoys it dearly.

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#I love them so much your honor #it's the little things like these that makes me so happy #for both of them #as they deserve to be happy in company 😔#thank you for sending this dear ♥︎

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His Valentine's Day gift is the silence, warmth, comfort and tranquility of doing nothing at all in the form of... throwing one leg over him to not let him get up from bed. "No." Simple as that, no more is needed to know where his position stands. If his petulant protest didn't suffice, the way he buries his face on the crook of his neck should.

Hadn't Dáinsleif known any better, he would be almost prompted to think that al-Háitham is being an insufferable nuisance on purpose. Perhaps he is and his first stream of twilight thoughts would be correct, albeit he is fully cognizant of the reason why he's doing this. What most can't see even if they were to be resilient enough to scratch the surface, the lost luminary can see in him as if he were reading an open book.

As much as he is loath to admit it... he is grateful for this, for acting as an unmovable rock in times of necessity to rest that this fallen seraph would never give to himself unless it's strictly necessary. Al-Háitham is notorious for being self-absorbed, yes, but that is precisely what makes him maintain such a balanced relationship with himself.

Twilight feigns annoyance through a huff when he is found with the prospect that he cannot move even if he tried, for the scholar's thigh imprisons him to the comfort of his bed and the warmth of his body. ❝What a spoiled man you are.❞ His lips graze over a rose patch of skin to their reach before their corners lift in a phantom smile. Only when he ceases all movement that denotes a wish to get up does the pressure of his thigh relent and strong arms wrap around his form in a clear sign of victory.

To someone as accustomed to focus on his self-imposed duty from dawn to twilight as Dáinsleif is, idling by doing nothing feels nigh torture to him. Alas, perhaps he could give it a try for once— specially if he wants to find a way to release to some point by pleasing the Acting Grand Sage. Not that the Bough Keeper has any inconvenience doing so, their moments apart are too long and frequent to not pamper his significant other with every silly wish he may have. ❝I hope you are satisfied now.❞ Says the man whom circles his own arms as well around his lover, intent to steal as much of his warmth as able.

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ luminous salvation made manifest┊dáinsleif × al háitham.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: Λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊Advent of Ragnarök.┊#talk about bossy :|#he doesn't have to act as the Acting Grand Sage #even in bed

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■ ■ ■ ❝How unusual of you, to be driven by curiosity about this matter.❞ A pause. ❝Whose was the idea?❞ His query, telling enough that he knows that this cannot be on al-Háitham unless it is by an external influence. There is a momentary amusement dancing in cyan irises, soon to fade once the fraction of diversion has settled. Dáinsleif is well cognizant of the fact that the scholar is moved by intellect rather than physique, so he may as well offer him something he will appreciate and that will lessen the potential awkwardness— since he emboldened himself so to ask.

❝Analytical minds with great comprehensive abilities to grasp the world that surrounds them are bound to be misunderstood— even be deemed as naught far from lunatic when in truth it is them whom lack will to understand.❞ Such is the misfortune he must face, luckily he is not one to be swayed by it and see it for what it is: sometimes it is better to be the weird one, even. Admittedly, Dáinsleif himself believed that the Grand Sekretar was overly pragmatic and logical, back when they met in Khaenri’ah. The moment when he did understand his perspective, he learned to appreciate his mindset. ❝«Attraction» is mostly measured by physical appeal for the vast majority of people these days, I infer. However, there are those whom feel attracted to other individuals by their intellect first.❞ Namely him, he learned.

Not that the attraction he feels for his lover is limited to the other’s intellect, no. His breathtaking physical appearance has nothing to envy whatever platonic imagery people may have of what is considered perfection for masculine bodies. Dáinsleif needn’t tell him this verbally, however. There are other appropriate moments when he lets him know every time, he’s positive that al-Háitham understands the message.

Send 🔥 to know if Dain finds you attractive → Accepting! || @samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Luminous salvation made manifest┊Dáinsleif × Al Háitham.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ What use has the veil of falsehood? ┊Ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Sapphire flames in their wake ┊IC.┊

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One by one, soft kisses littered twilight's back whilst he reposed in his arms. Noctilucous fauna and flora brightened their vicinities left and right, leaving behind beautiful colors that were rare to encounter during the night weren't for these magnificent species. Al-Háitham didn't lack the means nor the money to get anything Dáinsleif wanted, nevertheless, centuries ago he learned that he was a man who didn't need material items. It had been long enough since he had become apathetic, numbed by the passages of time.

This was the reason why the Grand Sekretar deemed suitable to bring him somewhere that could evoke pleasant memories from his distant home where luminescent fauna and flora created with the Art of Khemia thrived, in the core of Mahavanaranapna.

He ignored the compromising part of spending time elsewhere when he was as busy as ever as the Acting Grand Sage and Scribe among uncountable of duties more that weighed on his shoulders. Regardless, he would never fail to make some time to spend time with Dáinsleif for his birthday, even if it had been a very long time since the meaning of one's birth date lost meaning to him. His fingers interlaced with the blond's from behind, chin rested on his shoulder to heave a fond sigh. Truth be told, it had been sufficiently long since he had spend time with him, this feeling of longing was nothing short of missing him even if he would not say it aloud. Nor it would be necessary, Dáinsleif was perceptive enough to realise as much if he were to look back at the methods he used to bring him to Vanarana on his own footing.

"I am glad that you were born." He whispered low and tender to his ear, punctuated with a light nuzzle of the tip of his nose to his temple. That was the truth of his heart, an unquantifiable happiness that thanks to that he was able to meet him and be with him through thin and thick after all these centuries. And an even more hidden truth was buried deep in his heart. I love you.

Rose spots bloom on moon-sheen skin, leaving warmth of tender lips in their wake one after another on the expanse of twilight's back. Albescent lashes flutter close in utter relaxation, a sigh that abandons roseate lips shakes away all building tension that accumulates during void's search. It is no coincidence that gold and silver encounter themselves in the heart of Mahavanaranapna, skinny dipping in lunar and mythical water glowing below per its proximity to the Tree of Dreams. Unspoken words revolving around the device al-Háitham perfected centuries ago are a good lead to reasons untold why the scribe was sentient to his presence in Sumeru.

Not something the seraph minded, all being said. On the opposite, this but one of many proofs of strength his lover has, of authority and control that he hesitates not to put into practise for his own benefit. Despite what methods he may utilize, Dáinsleif knows that never once he sought to inconvenience him.

Moon-bathed lashes open to reveal icy sapphire depths when their fingers intertwined as amorous as ever, telling of a plethora of sentiments deeply rooted in their souls for centuries. Little by little, Dáinsleif has lost all meaning to his birthday, being the long living creature he has become byproduct of a cruel divine curse. One year more meant naught to him, as he needed not the material items of the mortal realm that humans rejoice in receiving them. Reason why he appreciates enormously that al-Háitham caught the cue of his thoughts despite the lack of words that always existed on the matter— regardless of his feelings, the luminary never had the heart to reject a single gift he gave him.

When Dáinsleif believed that there would be naught of importance to celebrate, al-Háitham brings him back to the semblance of humanity still rooted in his being: To be happy for one's birth. That is another way of putting it and in further consideration, the core of this celebration's meaning. Years, decades and centuries of wear and tear alongside phantoms of the past still present in his heart impede him to find any happiness in being alive— but there is something that gives him strength to continue, something that serves as a reminder that there is beauty in life no matter how unfortunate his circumstances may be.

❝I love you.❞ He murmurs gentle and loving, turning his head enough to place a kiss of his own on his lover's forehead. Astral pupils tremble slowly within azure depths, moved by the never extinguishing love that permeates his soul for al-Háitham. I love you are words Dáinsleif hardly ever susurrates, he knows, but they reflect encompass a fan of multiple thoughts and feelings he harbors for him.

Thank you for always staying by my side, even when I was at my utter worst when we crossed paths again amidst the Black Cataclysm.

Thank you for entering in my life. A life without you might have lacked meaning and humanity lost were it not for you.

...Thank you for existing. Yes, that may be a suitable core meaning to birth dates.

@samyavastha ✦

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ May your ideals prevail in ivory forever┊al Háitham → pulsarsky.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Luminous salvation made manifest┊Dáinsleif × al Háitham.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: Λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊Advent of Ragnarök.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Aria of the Empyrean ┊Sun & moon.┊#thank you so much for sending this dear!#I can't with how mushy they are #all things considered djfhg #I love this really much

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