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@cloudpierced,                 “but you are not.. ‘others’, no? won’t you let me accompany you for a while, esteemed high elder?”

*    blade  for  yahui  grips..    soft  perhaps

/  ya whichever u feel. Burps

╱╱ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀hi… whichever u feel… leans against wall

[   eyes of stained crimson. he need not see, to /feel/ how they burned, caused an itch to his skin wherever the piercing gaze observed.  besotted relief was left torn with the impending feeling that this would be the end.  smothered were the hopeful nights spent lamenting under the false moon and stars, holding a bottle of alcohol as his stand-in companion. now that the cycle reached its completion, and all seemed to move on to accepting fates of separation— except that who clung stubbornly to past affections.   ]
            
            "     ...you've made that point clear.  blunt as usual despite your new namesake, that i can recognise.     "
            [   he muttered, lacking the command and presence of a general.  here was not stood the divine foresight, who survived centuries of warfare through tactical prowess.  but instead stood jing yuan, the bystander who mourned.  was it selfish, the isolation felt from not being sought, as enemy nor friend?  he bites his tongue, pushes casual conversation instead of allowing the indulgence of questioning.   ]
            
            "     …you’re to leave again soon?  only so much i can turn a blind eye to here, consider the last time a favour.   enough trouble to deal with as is.      "
            
            
            ╱╱ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀i'm rlly glad u think so :((  AND YEAHHH IT WAS SO </3

@generalstrike,                  ⋆  lies. jing yuan has always been a shrewd one, even back then when blade was yingxing. how else could he have grown to be so feared and revered alike for his masterful strategies? and it seems so many years did a number on him. blade sees clearly the mask that the general wears ever so carefully, sees how it cracks slightly under his words. he merely shakes his head, curt. even as he is now, he could never really bring himself to hurt the other.  ⋆
            
            “  you know very well what i refer to, divine foresight.  “          ⋆  he leaves it at that. no need to torment jing yuan any further. gazing at the general.. perhaps the fierce glare softens just a bit.  ⋆           “  .. you are not one of the three, jing yuan. you never were.  “
            
            /              and ur doing great as jy too!!!1:!;! :)) that line made me so depressed lol (teared up) + i was in the main quest watching jy calling blade ‘that man’ and ‘him’ and shit but never by his name i was screaming at my screen

[   the enigmatic general— praised for his depth of perception of others, valuing the public image of indifference,  read to filth when faced with old friends.  had jing yuan any less self control, he’d wince.  but instead—  he laughs.  strained.  a forced lightheartedness,  while in ache.   ]
            
            “     does it hurt your pride that i don’t look? i was just thinking how the cracks of this flooring has an enticing pattern.     ”
            
            
            ╱╱ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀thank u so much… ure doing great as blade!  its ok we can bs together. i just remember when jy had luocha at the scalegorge for questioning blade said the jy i knew would never admit to being bested after jy said luocha got him good… thats the context lol

tsktsk.   things  have  been  as  quiet  as  ever..    i  was  wondering  when  things  would  liven  up.     and  you?

@zhumings,                 and i thought i spotted someone familiar.. turns out i was right. a while.. that it has. how are you, zhenxia?

mhm  hm!     he  helped  me  a  lot.    how  could  i  not  keep  my  word?   ❪!!!❫       ah..   yes!    ill  keep  that  in  mind,   master.   

@vihabitus,                is that so. then.. if a situation does arise in which you may have to,           (  ...  )           call for me. i will take care of it for you.

  ／     rolls  around

/        close friends can drop stuff too xx

@lightlords,                 ⋆  for some time, there is no sound in the forge except the roaring of the flames and clanging of yingxing's hammer against glowing metal. even jingyuan is uncharacteristically quiet, an unnerving contrast to his usual self. indeed, as immersed in his work as he was, yingxing had almost forgotten he was there in the first place. giving a small start when jingyuan speaks, he sets down the hammer and looks at jingyuan.  ⋆                 something? what did you come to my forge for then, jingyuan?

/     i know what i wanna write just. tmr. im eepy

"ow..."    jingyuan frowns,  pouting as the man smacks him over the head.  he rubs the back of his head. that kind of hurt!  he sits nearby,  legs swinging,  elbow on his knee as he goes quiet  --   watching yingxing work.   he bets that danfeng doesn't have to even ask for attention when he comes here to see yingxing,  but when he does it───      the swinging stops,  and try as he may,   the thought just gets louder and louder ㅤㅤ ㅤ  and  l͟o͟u͟d͟e͟r͟.      jingyuan  pinches  the  bridge  of  his  nose.    its not fair.  and the lieutenant knows that, so he doesn't bring it up.  because how is that fair?    how is it..     "so.."   he starts again, once he knows he's okay.   "are you gonna say something?" 

@azurelunes,                  well, i didn't hear anything. still a lizard.             ⋆  yingxing's expression turns teasing, mischievous grin widening. he gives danfeng's cheek another slight pull before letting go, turning his attention back to the pot. it's almost finished now, he just has to let it simmer for a little while longer.  ⋆                and you need a lesson in patience, oh great high elder. don't they always say good things come to those who wait?

never  fond  of  being  called  a  lizard,    danfeng  rolls  his  eyes  fondly.    usual  cold  glare  morphed  into  a  warm  look  reserved  entirely  for  his  beloved.    "  dragon-   /dragon/,  i  am  not  a  lizard.  "   he  says,    faux  hurt  slipping  into  his  tone.    but  he  only  puts  his  chin  into  the  palm  of  his  hand,   vivid  cerulean  eyes  staring  over  at  the  craftsman.    his  heart  gives  a  flutter.    "   oh,   you  can  hardly  fault  me  yingxing.   your  cooking  is  wonderful,     how  do  you  expect  me  to  wait?  "

@azurelunes,                 ⋆  yingxing hears rather than sees his beloved approach, having been concentrating on the pot before him. this also means danfeng is successful in his little theft, earning him a reproaching glare from the craftsman.  ⋆                you lying old lizard,               ⋆  yingxing bites back, thumb and pointer pulling gently against danfeng's cheek.  ⋆              i'm sure i didn't hallucinate you stealing. how many times do i have to remind you to /wait/ until food's actually served before eating it?