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generalsdiary · 4 months

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confessions under the moon

gn!reader x Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae and his usual form as well)

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: inspired by the japanese saying (explained at the end)

description: sharing feelings under the moonlight on a new planet (fluff with a side of angst)

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you say while admiring it.

"ye-" Dan Heng stops his words. turning his head in shock and surprise to you, his cyan eyes seeking your face for any trace of further explanation.

being well educated and a lover of research he knew a lot about this planet, called Earth. he recalls reading in the data bank information specific to this planet and this quite random fact. people of Earth would say those words to say they love someone - as a secret, an intimate 'I love you'.

he blushes sightly, finding himself speechless, looking to the ground. it takes over all of his thoughts, by losing his focus his vidyadhara form and its features bleed through and show themselves once more. the dark long hair, translucent tail, and tall dragon horns, along with the pointy ears. eyes shining blue as he observes you. were you aware of what those words meant? surely you were, you are a clever one, and claim to know lots of Earth's hidden facts - that he kindly asked you to, at some point, put into the data bank (yeah... he is still waiting on you to do that.)

finding words within himself, he questions.

"where did you find-... read that?" he wishes to check if you know what you said.

"read what?" you keep your eyes on the night sky, and it is slowly obvious that you're playing oblivious, or something of the similar sort.

he calls out your name, with a hint of sternness, a tad more seriousness in his voice than usual.

you smile slightly to yourself when your name is called in such a way, you turn your head to look at him, his true form bringing a smile to your face. finding it sad when he always hides, like he is ashamed of it, or not accustomed.

you meet his eyes, it isn't forced, and you're not trying to communicate, both gazing. he looks away and into the moon, and you notice the small exhale he does as the cooler air shifts and forms the smoke-like breath leaving his lips. his hand very gently meets yours, taking it in his, intervening fingers.

you know what you said, it is obvious, it is also coy and sneaky and could've fallen easily under the radar... but you still said it, still played the card of it, he smiles for a few seconds. what a way to flirt with this man, truly dancing to the way he sings. with his eyes still on the moon he answers your original question,

"it is true, isn't it?" making you smile and look to the ground, of course, he'd respond with one of the polite ones, and of course, he'd know of this phrase... you turn your head to look at him and his eyes are already on you. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

you wish to say something along the lines of 'don't hide your form, it is beautiful' but you just find yourself leaning your face closer to his, meeting foreheads. your free hand also meeting his cheek. the intimate gesture, making his first breath shaky but stabilized right after, his free hand moving around your waist. he knows, you don't even have to say those lines, he knows. but you will still remind him occasionally.

there's something you want to add, and you find yourself thinking over specifically which words to use, being careful... saying something 'till the last breath' might be a curse and a lie, what if you live longer than you've been meant to, turn into an enemy, so it isn't true? or 'till I die' and you don't end up dying? these thoughts run around your mind as you try to think of the right words, that would diminish your body and truly mean an end to your life.

"until my last heartbeat." a natural, true healthy living heart wouldn't continue beating, or beating in such a way it did in the beginning. it felt right.

you feel him nod. at some point he will return to that egg and simply reincarnate... or perhaps he won't? you do not know. making you the person who will end whatever you two have.

he knows the weight of your words, nodding against your forehead, then leaning back. he has plenty of thoughts and opinions, but it is all too far complicated so he says nothing. the moon is enough, keeping you two safe in this moment. beautiful in its way, shining brightly on you. another soft squeeze of his hand, you exhale and lean your head on his shoulder. maybe it won't end in a good way, a pretty way. but it doesn't matter now, and it shouldn't stop you from enjoying each other and appreciating every moment you get together.

a joyful high-pitched voice pops you two out of your bubble, "guys~ where are you? we are going soon~" the voice seems to be getting closer.

you both smile softly at the reality coming back. so strange that reality is pleasant and the future is not. getting your head off of his shoulder and releasing his hand, you see him focus on hiding his true form once more, making you frown. about to complain and scold him for doing that and he returns to his true form, moving closer and meeting your lips to distract you. the kiss isn't long, nor passionate, it says I'm here, don't worry. you open your eyes his draconic features still here and when March 7th makes the corner, the sound of her footsteps on the crunchy leaves is quite loud, his eyes focus on something in the distance and right before March sees you two, he is back in his humanlike form. you frown, you're about to scold him and March may listen as well-

"ah, there you guys are!" March smiles.

"yes, shall we?" Dan Heng answers, taking your hand in his and walking towards the astral express.

a/n: the phrase “the moon is beautiful isn’t it?” is a form of saying I love you, saying “it is true, isn’t it?” is a form of saying back that you agree, aka also love the other person, often used in manga and anime, in Japanese.

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Constellations- High Cloud Quintet

Return to Station - HSR File

Recovery date: October 21st, 2023

Description: Jing Yuan considers what time is to him.

Notes: Now playing Constellations by The Oh Hellos

Word count: 305

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For a long life species like the natives of the Xianzhou, the stars don’t really seem that far. At least in Jing Yuan’s opinion. Even without their technology allowing them to travel extended distances in a few hours, what was a few hundred years between solar systems to him? What did time really mean to him?

To Yingxing it was a challenge. Could he surpass the Luofu artisans in his lifetime? To Baiheng it was a passing concern left to the future. It didn’t concern her, ironically she would run out of it before Yingxing. To Dan Feng it was an inevitability. His time would come eventually, it was almost laughable that he would turn it into a curse on his future incarnation. To Jing Liu it was something she wanted just a moment more of. One last drink with friends. It was ironic that Blade wanted less.

So what was it to him?

His name would be inscribed in the annals of the Luofu, both as a member of the High Cloud Quintet and as a General. He’d met Yingxing’s challenge. It was an inevitability that someday he would become mara-struck, but for now that was nothing but a passing concern. Perhaps his view of time aligned with his former master’s. Perhaps he wanted just a moment more.

He could babble on until his voice was gone, but the words would fall flat. In the end, all that would remain was the inscriptions lined with cedar as everything he thought he knew, about his friends and his very resistance, fell apart. The shapes they drew through their adventures would surely change, but he would cling to them. Cling to the shapes. Cling to the faces. Cling to the good intentions they’d had as they climbed to the heavens, like constellations imploding in the night.

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linkemon · 18 days

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You're in the wind, I'm in the water (Dan Heng x Reader)

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ᴅᴀɴ ꜰᴇɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴀɴ ʜᴇɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡɪɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀɴ ʜᴇɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ].

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ xɪᴀɴᴢʜᴏᴜ ʟᴜᴏꜰᴜ.

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

Dan Heng felt as if the last few days had passed like a kaleidoscope. A colourful mirage of emotions he didn't want to feel. Events that took all his strength out of him. Memories that weren't his and yet they haunted him like the ghosts of the elders in the Scalegorge Waterscape.

Only now, sitting by one of the waterfalls, did he get the impression that he finally had a moment of peace, torn away by the clawed claws of an evil fate. The quiet sound of the water was nothing like the voices of the soldiers who had encountered the mara a few days ago.

It took him a long time to realize a simple fact — he chose a place where HE would come. A typical source of water from which he could draw strength. He smiled bitterly and turned his back. There was no point in running away from here. Even if the beauty surrounding him suddenly turned ugly, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste.

His stay in Xianzhou Luofu turned his life upside down. The past had long legs. He ran as hard as he could but in the end it was faster. It caught him in a place he didn't want to return to. He wished that the wind playing in the branches of the twisted trees would blow away all thoughts from his head. Especially the one he had doubts about.

[Reader]. She flooded his mind like a wave. He rejected his past. He drew a line between himself and Dan Feng. The title of Imbibitor Lunae was no longer his. He was sure Bailu would do just fine. She kept Luofu safe. He left all the residents in good hands. He told everyone his name was Dan Heng. Many still saw him as a previous incarnation. And even though it hurt like old wounds, he rejected their opinions. The express crew were his family and they didn't care about the sins of who he once was. Only their opinion mattered. At least that's what he thought.

Jing Yuan, although he wasn't like Blade, stuck to his previous name quite stubbornly. At least he was aware that the general was doing it out of habit, not out of pure hatred. Something he couldn't say about the old Yingxing. [Reader] was neither of them. She called him Dan Heng from the very beginning. Sometimes he wondered if they met after all of this, if she would still hold on to it. If she hadn't stood next to Sushang that day and met him first as an archivist, would she still have had reservations? Although he wasn't Dan Feng in her mouth, he was Dan Feng in her eyes. He had seen it in every conversation they had ever had since the truth came out and she managed to recognize him.

Her eyes traced the pointy ears and followed the emerald horns even when they weren't there. She involuntarily talked about the things that Dan Feng loved. She recalled the times when he was still next to her, becoming embarrassed rather quickly when she realized what she was doing. He would interrupt anyone else who was doing it. This double standard only existed with her and it was eating him from the inside.

Dan Heng bit his lip. He was like a gust that sometimes met the water. He rushed over the surface and saw his reflection but he was not a lake. What a strange feeling it was to be and not be loved at the same time. [Reader] loved his reflection. He could show it for a short while for her but no matter what he did, he couldn't become water because he was wind.

It wasn't that he wanted to become Dan Feng. He hated his previous incarnation. Who he was and what he did. His predecessor followed him step by step, reminding him of himself and not letting him be who he wanted. But why did [Reader] have to be in love with him? In that hidden part of himself that he never wanted to become.

This love was like a sea current. The swift current seemed to carry him away without any hope. And maybe because it resembled water, he wondered if it was his feelings, or maybe the remnants of the attachment of a former self that he had tried so hard to let go of. After all, they had known each other for such a short time, and he, as he deeply wanted to believe, was not a man who would give his feelings to anyone he came across. On the other hand, March immediately noticed that he was in love and said it was obvious. So maybe it was him after all?

Dan Heng from [Reader] didn't sound like Dan Feng. Even if it was hiding behind it. Maybe he could pretend to be like him? He turned back towards the waterfall and looked at his reflection. Ripples in the water obscured his vision.

He wouldn't. He didn't want to be him. Never. Even for her.

So maybe she could pretend? After all, he looked similar and had a fraction of his former power...

He shook his head. Not at this price. Neither of them would be happy.

At least he had memories. Even if they weren't his. Glimmers of light amidst the dark void of forgotten days. Sometimes they came back involuntarily. He hated the echo of Dan Feng's laughter, even though he felt like the joy was his own, but he loved [Reader's] laughter. Her silhouette looming somewhere under his eyelids. The same one that came back to him when they sat on the stairs after sunset after a hard day's work. The warmth of her lips, once so close, now within reach but at the same time eons away. How easy it was to lose himself in this old reality that was not his own. In that which interspersed his nightmares with sweet peace.

But these were stories of bygone days from several hundred years ago and he had to constantly remind himself that they did not belong to him.

The sound of familiar footsteps sounded on the path. The wind brought the sound of trampled leaves. He didn't need to turn around to know who was standing there. Of course she figured out where to look for him. This was the place HE would came to.

— Dan Feng.

This was the first time something like this had happened. Until now, she had always been careful not to use his pre-reincarnation name.

Maybe it was the sight of him surrounded by a familiar waterfall. Or one of the memories gnawed by the teeth of time, which now came to life in her eyes. He couldn't find it among the dark depths of his memory. If it existed, it belonged only to her. It was probably even better that way. This made "Dan Heng, not Dan Feng " easier to leave his mouth.

He wasn't ready for the regret that appeared on [Reader's] face. Nor for a tear that gathered in the corner of the eye, only to quickly disappear under a hard-blinking eyelid in confusion. However, he did not expect the feelings that spread around his heart even more. Jealousy, sadness and nostalgia of days gone by. He never found out if they really belonged to him. They were floating somewhere on the transparent surface of water, touched by the gust of wind.

#dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #oneshot x reader #dan feng #vidyadhara #chemtrails over the country club #dan feng x reader #unrequited love #past lovers #lana del rey

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chiyoso · 8 months

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i miss writing

but im so burnt out

i want lyney, i want neuvillette

i want to know more about sumeru's scholar lore so i can start writing smart shit, i wanna write for al haitham, i just wanna write, but i'm so suddenly burnt out

im thinking of requesting self insert fics of me and my favorite characters from a few writers i love (🫵👁️👁️)

i want to write

i wanna continue my two ongoing series

i want to start stellar chasm

i want to finish my neuvillette oneshots

i want to start writing for demon slayer, for jujutsu kaisen

i want to finish my masterlist and character banners

i want to draw fanart, my characters, my ocs

i want to do so, so much

but i just feel so defeated and burnt out

and the worse part, is that i cant figure out and pinpoint as to why i'm experiencing this

i just had my birthday, i just got imbibitor lunae, i got herrscher of rebirth, im getting the hang of genshin again, i'm going to buy genshin merchandise gifts for myself, im going to cosplay in october, college life is soon, all is well

but what- why am i feeling so unmotivated? mentally exhausted? burned out? ive researched about it of course, but uhhh

google: it may be a sign of depression

h: i mean, but im healing already though :(

google: uhuh and do you often feel unmotivated? burnt out? stressed even when nothing's happening? subconsciously anxious? blank? numb? sleeping more than 14hrs? waking up too late often? staying up until sunrise? making too much suicide jokes? not eating too much? NOT having an appetite often? eating late?

h: preposterous! blasphemy! crude! insolent metal!

google:

h: yeah

im so deluded real talk, my ex really warped my sense of love, affection and care

i want neuvillette's care, i want nat's lyney, i want wanderer's tough love, i want diluc's elegant care, i want blade to scar me, need jing yuan to suffocate me with his long fluffy hair, need sanemi to be harsh and loving to me, need rengoku's energy

ugh fuck

NEED MY FAVORITE MEN TO SURROUND ME and i am speaking genuinely

hope i get isekai'd

#🗣️ hiraeth is venting

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xiaoxo · 17 days

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❥ DAN HENG / DAN HENG • IMBIBITOR LUNAE MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

DRABBLES

HEADCANONS

SCENARIOS

#꒰♡︎ honkai: star rail ☆꒱

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generalsdiary · 2 months

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flowers... for me?

gn!reader x Dan Heng

warnings: none

word count: under 1k

a/n: i read somewhere that men only receive flowers at their funeral- while this ain’t that sad nor referenced to that, it made me think of how dan heng would react to getting flowers ^^, not beta read we miss firefly in this house

description: you gift flowers to him, sweet tooth-rotting fluff

„flowers“ you extend your hands, handing over the beautiful bouquet to him. „yes. I can see. they look fresh, healthy. T- hm... tulips, I believe? I'll have to check in the data bank.“ he graciously turns around tapping on a small screen in the archive. „yes I think those are tulips. I am not as acquainted as you are with Earth's specimen, so apologies for taking a moment.“

you smile, he must be oblivious. with hands still outstretched you softly call out his name, „Dan Heng. they're for you.“ there's a pause. he slowly turns back around to face you. „flowers? for... me?“ you nod. „there's a custom to gift one's significant other with gifts and or flowers.“ smiling brightly at the stoic man with a neutral expression which to you translates that he is flustered. „I see. well then, I grow more accustomed to such traditions of this planet you cherish each day.“ his fingers caress against yours as he takes the bouquet in his hands. „…thank you“

„you should put them in a vase and add some sugar in the water so they last long, and perhaps cut the stem diagonally, they will take water in better that way.“ adorably you give him directions on how to take care of it. „please, I know how to take care of plants and similar species.“ he sighs softly and closes his eyes for a moment. “any particular reason behind this kind of flowers? aren’t roses the most popular Earth’s flower?” “they are. I chose tulips, red tulips because of their meaning. but, also, you could try searching for the meaning or what they symbolize- I don’t have to tell you~” you smirk, taking a small step back, teasing the poor man. he sighs, reaching out with his free hand to delicately take your hand in his, “tell me. it is obvious you wish so”, his lips press soft kisses over your knuckles and fingers while you answer. “among other things, they mean eternal, forever-lasting love.” his lips freeze for a moment, hovering over your hand, the faintest blush covers his cheeks. he blinks a few times, and after gaining his composure he gazes at the flowers, “I didn’t take you for the romantic type”, moving his gaze at you. “it’s hard to not be a romantic with someone as gentle and patient as you.” you just seem to be out for his heart today, he glances away. between feeling flustered and happy he is reminded of how in love with you he is.

your hand cups his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone, nudging him ever so slightly with soft moves to look back at you. “you might want to press one flower between the pages of a book, to preserve it.” he nods, “yes, that is a pleasant idea. in that cause, one flower shall be preserved.” he picks out a tulip, pulling it out of the bouquet, and brings it to your lips, “may I request…?” he quietly, almost like he is shy in this bold action, asks. your lips move against the soft petals, careful to not create a crease on the fragile flower. to your surprise, Dan Heng also moves, his lips meeting the petals on the opposite side of the same flower, his cyan eyes making unmoving eye contact with you, making your heart skip a beat.

the intimate moment passes, yet it leaves a warm atmosphere behind it. Dan Heng sets the single tulip aside, eyes lingering on it and his fingers move along the stem. in his mind, he is appreciating the flower, and in your eyes, those fingers are moving a bit seductively, you almost want to call him out on flirting in such a coy nature. your mind begins to imagine how those fingers would feel on your cheek, caressing in the same gentle way, and your eyes close at the comforting image.

you feel a hand on your cheek, caressing gently, “are you alright?” Dan Heng wonders, you appeared to have wandered off in your head. you open your eyes and meet his. the sight and the feeling of his touch fill you with a sense of joy, peace, and contentment. “I love you.” the words come out easily, you say them like it is the most natural thing in the world. he smiles, looking down at the flowers in his other hand, and looks back up at you. “I love you too.”

his gaze is filled with love and loyalty to you only, so when he talks the words seem to blow past the both of you as your focus is on each other, “I’ll have to ask Pom-Pom about a vase then.” “they will be more than happy to help out, I’m certain” you know how Pom-Pom is excited to be needed and they will probably be overjoyed to have such a sweet request. you depart your lips to say how he had you jealous over a flower but the words die down in your throat as you two don’t break eye contact, you smile. it is a personal, romantic moment, belonging only to you two. he blinks, smiling as well, surprisingly he also states something similar to your thoughts- which is quite unlike him, “you had me jealous over a flower. kissing it so… gingerly.” Dan Heng chuckles dryly. “will you kiss me as tenderly as it?” he makes a simple hushed plea.

“always” you move closer, your nose brushing past his, making your lips meet. and you could swear they feel softer than the tulip’s petals and taste sweeter than the flower’s nectar.

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generalsdiary · 4 months

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do I keep you safe... after all that happened?

Blade with mentions of High Cloud Quintet members and Kafka

warnings: none (ig)

word count: less than 800

a/n: high cloud quintet lore has me in its grasp all the time; Blade's story is no different. I thought where might this man if kept as true as possible to his canon personality and attitude, and without bending his character, behave slightly differently, where he would act up, give us something different to ponder on… sort of an analysis of some parts, while connecting to the idea I had in mind, 3rd person pov (I could've written even more, but it would've gotten away from the point I wanted to make, the story I wanted to tell; which should stay the highlight rather than me going over his history)

description: if Blade had someone to protect… (this is probably angst)

his wishes of dying and ending his torment are his only focus, his only goal right now. the only reason he is doing what Elio wants and why he respects 'the script' is because he was promised that his wish will be fulfilled - tho that doesn't necessarily mean he will get to die... 'a promise of an eternal end and a final funeral'… foolish of him to believe it perhaps. within respecting the script he does allow himself to indulge in fighting Dan Heng. chasing him across spaceships where he keeps losing the fight – Dan Heng kills him in self-defense every time… until the latest fight, where Blade wins, forcing Dan Heng to also reveal his true form, so his anger and his rage do get through him and it is something he does beyond his one goal.

what would make this man... well more of a walking corpse, always on the edge of being mara struck, with one objective, do anything? he doesn't have wishes, or wants, he doesn't use his phone or ask for help, nor does he care. he wouldn't love again ever, nor seek joy. but he might... what if he might... protect? is it caring? should it be called an old instinct? there isn't a way to know. this is how it goes.

would he even notice he stepped in front of a sword, would he make a conscious decision to protect? or is it a reflex?

the way his strong, young again body moves in front of the enemy, parrying the attack, his ribs getting slashed, he doesn't even flinch at them anymore.

Jingliu took the flinching away from him a long time ago. his attacks are not as precise, more focused on hitting hard, he doesn't care anymore. that is the way Jingliu during their last fight can dodge every single one of them - amongst a few more reasons why she can dodge them, such as she trained him to fight the way he does.

Jing Yuan does say to him that it isn't wise to put down the hammer and take up the sword. the general remembers the arrogant, brilliant, relentless craftsman - who now, can never craft a weapon again - the injuries on his body (and mind) too grave. to the craftsman he was... it would be little to say that it would be heartbreaking that he could never forge a weapon again.

Blade's body heals in a short amount of time, it hurts, it doesn't get numb over time, and his pain limit just goes up. the way he doesn't turn around or acknowledge whoever he'd be protecting. he isn't the type to seek to protect any type of human or similar humanoid species. so this makes it a reflex, a reflex that might have a thought behind it. maybe not a thought... maybe a memory. maybe a memory of the woman he opened up to as a shy, insecure boy years ago. a weak memory that is making his mara act up, in hopes Kafka is nearby while his mind gets clouded and he slowly loses control. a memory, a recollection of someone who might've meant something to him long before he became... Blade. maybe a stinge of pain where his heart is, for the moment the memory gets clearer. the person that used to be, who they used to mean to... Yingxing. and the recall of his old self bringing him to his knees as he loses his mind, the enemies' bodies lying dead on the ground getting blurry in his vision. mara crept up faster on him, his breath getting heavy.

a crackling, buzzing feeling around his mind, his hand moving to cover his face, a lightning-like power chaining his relentless mind. (his self-healing abilities are insane, so why.. oh, why can't they heal his broken mind? why doesn't it work on that too?) gentle, familiar feminine voice and familiar hands placing a blindfold on his eyes. his mara now strained, not calmed down, but strained.

he is brought up from his knees, on the verge of becoming unconscious, losing any grasp of reality as he is slowly being walked somewhere.

there's a faint voice behind him. he barely registers it. the soft, high-pitched child-like voice shakingly asking, "hey! where are you taking him? will-will he be alright? let me help him, I can help- I will heal him!" the voice gets fainter, he doesn't even know what he was doing there anymore as he is walked away even further.

delusional, the woman may call him, upon hearing him mumble - basically unconscious at this point - mumbling like an asleep person now.

"she's safe- Baiheng... she... Bailu... safe" his voice weak, soft and he fades away.

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