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karmawind · 18 days

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the way he goes about this now is meticulous routine. bath made up with medicinal herbs, blessed with cloudhymn to soothe both mind and body. shampoo and conditioner geared towards blade's thick, unruly waves. he was always firm with his lathering, massaging at scalp, temples, easing as much tension as he could from blade's furrowed brows. the scent of blood was washed away, flooded over with the scent of menthol, and citrus shampoo. once washed, toweling off and redressing in spare clothes is a quiet affair. blade has spare sleep pants in dan heng's previously assigned room, waiting by the sink next to extra bandages. there's a comfort to this he couldn't quite describe, though he is no professional healer, to know that blade trusted the archivist to his healing process, where the hunter was meant to be most vulnerable. standing over the palette donned with freshly washed sheets, dan heng tugs at each side of the towel over blade's head, only enough to prompt him to lean down for a soft, chaste kiss. // @cloudhymn

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 most - wrought from the depths of abundance's hell and continuously spit back out by it's bowels, blade was not used to being tended to... not this way, anyway. he'd spent decades alone, killing his way across the galaxy all to sate shuhu's blind callings. only when elio had taken him under his wing - had blade known what it meant to be tended to in some way. kafka clothed him, fed him on occasion, encouraged him to bathe ( sometimes forcefully ). sam spared with him, allowed blade to exam circuitry with fascination, and silver wolf... was something like a vaguely annoying little sister that was the only one who could get away with half of what she did.

ㅤㅤㅤbut those forms of tending were nothing compared to the labor dan heng had now committed himself to - to ensuring blade came back from each mission to a sort of steadiness he had never had before. he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the pampering, and he'd certainly be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way dan heng would revere him in those moments, treating him not like a sharpened weapon forged for death... but like a shard of glass, so thin, so fragile.

ㅤㅤㅤhe'd sunk into the water with a sigh, cloud hymn seemingly keeping it clean despite the cake of his blood - or the dirt that rinsed off him in droves. blade paid no mind to it - too busy allowing his eyes to drift shut, too busy leaning into dan heng's sweet fingers, making something akin to a purr deep within the vestiges of his chest. he feels the playful warmth of the vidyadhara's magic, feels the scrape of those elegant fingers - and for just a few moments... all the tension unwinds from blade's body.

ㅤㅤㅤnow they stand here - blade in clean bandages with his shorter partner working hard to dry the mass of raven waves that embody the hunter's hair. blade, for his part, has settled his hands on dan heng's waist - eyes drifting shut as his head is tilted this way and that. with each movement their bodies steadily grow more and more flush, until they're chest to chest, and he feels dan heng tugging him down with the effort of the towel. one crimson eye cracks open - meeting soft, wonderous jade, and blade...

ㅤㅤㅤthe harsh lines of his beautiful face soften, nymph-like features gentle in the glow of the archives. gone are the trappings of a predator - replaced instead by a content creature. he obeys without question, leaning down to sink their lips together and in the same breath, wrap his arms about the archivist's slight frame. blade keeps him pressed close then - and like all his kisses, what could've been chaste turns deep and rife with passion. slow, measured caresses of his lips, flicks of his tongue, and the draw of a calloused hand down dan heng's bare back... it's blade's version of chaste, but it's still consumptive, filled with all his gratitude and desire, as they part with a soft noise from the stellaron hunter.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ missed me? ❞ he wonders aloud, but with no small amount of his version of affection.

#cloudhymn #✦ — dyn: dan heng / grow back your sharpest teeth : you know my desire. * cloudhymn #✦ — answered /#✦ — verse / i. main #not pictured: the frizzy mess blade's hair will be in the morning #jk he's perfect and never frizzes

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karmawind · 1 month

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 - passed beneath the luofu's biome of clouds like blots upon a finely made painting. he can feel it - deep in his bones, unlike the mara - unlike the call of spirit whisper. there is something else here, something that pulses in time with the golden veins of his shard sword, something that makes his vision grow hazy in a different way, something that makes his teeth feel sharper, nails longer, breath heavier... sounds are unbearable, so sharp and surreal he easily caught wind of the now absconded cloud knight guard's rapidly pattering heartbeat as he'd ran immediately upon sighting blade. were he in the right mind, he suppose he couldn't blame him. he must've cut a striking figure, striding form the mist.

ㅤㅤㅤwhere the moonlit world rests and sleeps - blade grows hungry; he grows ravenous. desire and need have coiled tight within his core, mouth salivating at the odor of petrichor - of lotuses, of what he knows will taste divine beneath his rough tongue. yes... yes, blade had chased dan heng for so long, but now? now it was for entirely different reasons - not unlike enrichment for a caged beast, or to satiate the predatory desires of the borisin that had melded with his DNA.

ㅤㅤㅤhe wanted to hunt. dan heng obliged.

ㅤㅤㅤclink. clink. clink. the shard sword smacks against the stone railing of one of the pavilions, a loud and racuous clattering noise as the stellaron hunter pursues his prey. dan heng has long since melded into the mist - so easily hidden with his draconic talents that the other might have been irate, were it not for his heightened hearing and absurdly good nose.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ dan heng. ❞ the hunter almost sings, madness edging his gaze and enticing hunger deeper into his core. ❝ i can hear your little racing heart. ❞ clink. clink. clink. his sword again as he rounds a corner - this time, something akin to a warning, because blade swears he feels something brush against him, swears he feels nearby body heat and that delicious scent. he snarls in response. ❝ when i get my hands on you, i'll make sure you can't run again. ❞ and he whirls, spinning entirely, one ear twitching as a hand delves into the mist - attempting to find a solid limb, to feel for what his other senses know to be there. it was a fun game. a delightful one. but blade was not a patient man.

@cloudhymn

#cloudhymn #✦ — dyn: dan heng / grow back your sharpest teeth : you know my desire. * cloudhymn #✦ — thread /#✦ — verse / i. main #heheheheh

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