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reginrokkr · 5 months

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» @lirenxing asked: The coming of a peaceful phase in this long of his brings a novelty never considered by himself every moment he spends with Dáinsleif. This time, it's the notion of re-learning the art of craftmanship long lost to time when Yìng Xīng ceased to exist. The reason that led him to do this is none other than the blond's birthday he knew for certainty was bound to come, even if his elusive memory wouldn't allow him to remember with clarity something like this (not that he can blame him, birthdays would lose meaning to him too after living for so long).

Small steps at a time, he would always remind himself every time frustration built upon seeing what small things he could make, but never bigger and more noticeable. Settling on a decoration of his last creation, he presses the small jade box, made by him too using the finest jade neighbors advised him to seek, on his palm. Hesitance ate him at first, yet he fought back to rise his gaze to meet Dáinsleif's deep blue.

"It is a far cry home from the mastery Yìng Xīng had for these, but..." A smile makes its way to his lips nonetheless, genuine. "I hope it suits your tastes. It's made from jade bathed in moonlight for hundreds of years, or so I was told when an expert analyzed it. Happy birthday."

It isn't often that Dáinsleif can gauge the true meaning of tranquility and peace in a moment where he is no longer required to work day and night to ensure the safety of the world, jeopardized by those who believe themselves to be above all laws of the heavens and the earth. Were he asked when is the last time he felt that he can afford to live a leisurely life, he would lack an answer— that long it has been since that happened and reminiscing olden days in Khaenri'ah feels wrong, knowing now that it was a veil of falsehood what he lived until the earth was torn asunder and hell erupted from just underneath their feet.

But sharing his life with another is even more gratifying, for losing his home isn't what hurt the most for several hundreds of years— but the heartache that comes with solitude, even if chosen on his own to not drag another poor soul into the darkness of this world when they could bask in its light instead. And what's more rewarding yet is to see Rèn having a sense of normalcy after so many years of suffering by himself.

Color Twilight surprised the moment he presses a box he has never seen before on the palm of his hand, earning Rèn a couple of confused blinks before sapphire gaze descends to the ornamented box. His eyes soften after a moment's realization of a pattern he would not mistake anywhere else, one that screams that this is of his making— as it was of when he was Yìng Xīng's. A passion long ago buried beneath layers and layers of ashes of war with himself and the outside, to have a new sense of life when he would not be allowed Death's mercy is rekindled right here, before him.

And that... touches his heartstrings.

Stellar pupils tremble within crystalline blue depths when that realization dawns on him properly, and so he opens the box to see a pale gold ornament of intricate and delicate design he can already view as part of his outfit to show with pride. That his beloved's past self, no matter how buried it currently is, still lingers there. Roseate lips curl in a smile at long last as azure irises rise to meet with Rèn's beautiful moonlight own. So moved he is by the return of the other's passion that only now he comes to realize that this is for his birthday, which not even himself remembered nor expected Rèn to do either, for even if he may have known from their shared past in the Xianzhou, they never celebrated it and it's been too long to reminisce even untouched by erosion.

◜It is a brilliant craft, regardless.◞ Dáinsleif reaches out to cup his lover's face, to beckon him to come closer until their foreheads unite in a signature touch he has grown to cherish with all his heart. ◜The knowledge that you picked up your passion for craftmanship for this occasion serves as an equally wonderful present as it is the manifestation of your hard work right here.◞ A soft kiss to the tip of his nose is given, delicate. ◜Thank you, ol aoiveae.◞

#lirenxing #◟༺✦༻◞ immortality won't last forever to gods nor humans┊yìng xīng → lirenxing.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ tears of life; chasers of withering death┊dáinsleif × yìng xīng.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ lapis tranquility. ┊aria of the swords┊#thank you for sending this ;;#how sweet of him it is #and the struggle to come this far #until he's mildly confident of his work to gift it to Dain ><

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reginrokkr · 1 year

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◟༺✦༻◞ tears of life; chasers of withering death┊dáinsleif × yìng xīng.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ lunarescent lyratum. ┊aria of the swords┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ rubescent impermanence. ┊aria of the swords┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ solarescent lycoris. ┊aria of the swords┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ lapis tranquility. ┊aria of the swords┊

◟༺✦༻◞ may your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊neuvillette → apocryphis.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ let luminous feathers dance under sapphire rain of justice┊dáinsleif × neuvillette.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ angelus dracōnem nancīscitur. ┊aria of the celestials┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ conflit d'identité. ┊aria of the celestials┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ when reason to be shines through. ┊aria of the celestials┊

◟༺✦༻◞ may one day the oceans know the joy of your return; o' leviathan ┊neuvillette → scyathan.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ o σεραφείμ συναντά αρχέγονες ηχώ.┊aria of primordial stars┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ ηχώ της αναγέννησης.┊aria of primordial stars┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ το φως λάμπει πάνω στον ευγενή.┊aria of primordial stars┊

◟༺✦༻◞ perpetual fighter of nocturne terrors ┊xiao → apocryphis.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ spirit of greenery life and wisdom ┊nahida → apocryphis.┊

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