❝I heavily disagree with this.❞ Even when it comes to close friends, Yingxing wouldn't describe himself as snuggly — quite the opposite, really, & adorable? If it were a joke, he might have laughed, but it doesn't seem to be. ❝I'm about as adorable as a freshly sharpened sword.❞ That being... not in the slightest.
So on how I'll be portraying Yingxing (pre-canon Blade), here's my current ideas / theories & stuff based on posts & such I could find about him:
Yingxing is good at research, both in that he tends to remember what he's learned & he knows how to find the information he wants quickly. As a short-life species, he didn't have the same luxury of time as others, thus he has learned how to be efficient with everything he does.
Oftentimes, he would grow so absorbed in what he was doing that he would forget to eat or drink. Having knowledge he did not have the luxury of a long life, he acted as if he had no time at all, throwing himself into his projects & ideas with passion. Even with defective products & scraps, Yingxing could find a way to create something that worked well & looked nice.
He refused to allow any form of challenge to be one he could not overcome, both with his work & passions, but also with his friends. He preferred to talk things out with others rather than lose their company, viewing arguments between himself & others as yet another obstacle rather than a potential end to things.
When it came to forging, he was adept in the creation of weapons & using mechanisms to create creatures & such. However, he was also adept in the art of sculpting using gemstones / stone & glassblowing. He was well-known & respected for his abilities.
Yingxing had a tendency to be obsessive when it came to his goals & projects. in some form, this also bled into the way he acted toward other people — when it comes to those he cares for, he feels a deep need to find out everything he can about them, even secrets they may not want him to know. While he does his best not to directly ask others & respect the wishes of others (as well as their boundaries), if someone were to ask if he wanted to know something about a loved one, he would be unlikely to say no.
Yingxing would often gift his friends with things, whether it was weapons he created without reason (the product of his ideas rather than done with a purpose in mind) or smaller things, such as snacks or trinkets. He sees this not only as an expression of care toward his friends, but as a way to give them things to remember him by when he inevitably reached his end.
While Yingxing was typically someone who was bold & unafraid to show care to his friends, he typically kept most gifts rather impersonal. When it came to gifts created specifically for loved ones, he often found it rather anxiety-inducing, worried that his gift would not be well-received. Thus, he would hold onto items for a long time before finally giving them to others. When he is unable to give out such a gift due to a friend leaving, he finds himself regretting his shyness concerning his friends opinions.
When he is in debt to someone, he does his best to pay it off in any form as he dislikes owing others, even those he is close to. However, he doesn't extend this same attitude to others, never believing he is owed anything when he offers help to those he loves.
He is concerned about the image of his friends, careful to keep things quiet that may cause them issues with others, whether on a personal level or wider scale. Yingxing is good at keeping the secrets he is entrusted with, determined to take any knowledge that he isn't to share to his grave.
While he cares deeply for his friends, he has a tendency to be distant to people he doesn't know well or doesn't trust. Yingxing often keeps to himself with the exception of his close friends & thus, he sees no reason to speak to anyone else aside from necessity & feelings of obligation.
He isn't necessarily a positive person, simply someone with great ambitions & the will to carry them out. Yingxing was typically rather pessimistic & all too aware of being a short-life species.
A SUMMARY OF HIS PERSONALITY:
Yingxing is an aloof person who cares deeply about the few people he allows into his heart. He is good at keeping secrets & often generous with gift-giving, albeit easily embarrassed & rather shy when it comes to anything he creates with the express purpose of giving it to a friend. He has a good memory & throws himself into learning & acquiring skills related to forging / glassblowing / stone sculpting.
While he can be obsessive in his research (both into his craft & finding out new things about his friends), he is careful not to let it show. Despite this, he does his hardest not to cross boundaries & to respect the wishes of those around him. He views arguments, especially major ones, as an obstacle that can be overcome by finding a solution (i.e not repeating what lead to it) rather than an end to relationships.
He isn't a particularly affectionate person. He struggles with verbalising his care for others & he isn't the type to initiate touch, although rarely will be rebuff it if he's not angry with the person. He shows love through the action of creating personalised items for his friends & giving them smaller, more impersonal gifts at times.
He is a blunt person with a tendency to ignore social convention when it comes to people he sees no use in showing kindness to. However, while he can be unkind, Yingxing is not a cruel person nor does he try to be. He is pessimistic & while he would call himself a realist if asked, he's completely aware that others may not see him as such.
Typically, I will portray Yingxing as being 30. albeit this may change slightly depending on what time in his life a thread has been set during. However, if no other age has been stated in a thread, it's safe to assume that's the one used. Yinxing is 5'11" & of muscular build, an effect of his work. Essentially, he has some very nice arm muscles and a lot of upper body strength as a result of forging weapons & such as he works with heavy materials.
I need to transfer my discord rant here at some point but short version: Caelus is a person who values verbal / physical affection simply because it's what he's been taught by the people around him (aka the express crew). He's learned ways to express his care via actions & he's not nervous about making the fact he loves his friends known.
A newly-born being able to rival the power of the Old Gods.
You find yourself affiliated with her. perhaps in your life you have gone through many changes. some you wish not to speak of. but do not lose them to time. remember you beginning. remember your life.
if humans are anything but two things that is hunger and rage. and like the ones before you, you can consume, swallow and devour until you are sick but you will never be satisfied. you may find yourself at a inability to express yourself, like your tongue has been cut right out of your mouth. by the hand of your father or god.
it doesn't matter to you. you will change. you will change yourself and others. no one can tell if you are showing mercy or thinly disguised cruelty.
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An Old God. You find yourself affiliated with him. perhaps in you life you have been likened to a cat. you may have been called crafty or slick. sharp tongue and quick feet. you'd tell some it doesn't bother you. others you'd tell them it does. it picks at your skin until it tears.
but when are you telling the truth? do you secretly love scaring people a little? being one step in front of them while simultaneously being right behind them. do you stick up for what is right or do you stick up for things because nothing is worse than being wrong. then being on the end of being bested. for once you fall flat on your face and realise it is not so easy getting back up when you have no one to lean on.
Cats hide in the shadows but follow the line of the warm sun. to live is to not be stagnant. a corpse in the sky you say goodnight, farewell.
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ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction.
oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too.
you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right?
be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.
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ask my muse about their relationships // accepting.
anonymous // Caelus, what do you think about Dan Heng? If you could ask him anything, what would you ask?
AFTER ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED LATELY, Caelus would admit his feelings about Dan Heng had been complicated — the resurgence of his friend's secrets, the past he had never spoken of, a focal point of their current escapades. Perhaps it was fate that they would all face their pasts ( written in a script, one they found themself an unwilling participant in ) & someday, he is sure even his own ( forgotten long ago, inconsequential these days ) will be revealed to him.
( they aren't sure they wish to know it. )
❝Dan Heng is someone I think of as a close friend. Even if he tends to keep his distance at times, he's always keeping me and March out of trouble, even if it doesn't mean he's succeeding.❞ Then again, it seems it was in Caelus' nature to attract trouble, from the future he must face to the lance that had once been thrust through his chest — that day haunts his dreams more than he would like to admit.
❝He can be pretty cold sometimes, but he cares. At least, I'm sure he does, otherwise he probably wouldn't spend much time with us. Although... He keeps a lot to himself & sometimes I wish I knew how to help or what to say.❞ Even now, when asked if he had questions, he had remained silent, stewing in his own complex feelings in a way that was rare of him. ❝If I could ask him anything... I'd ask if he trusts me.❞
( because they know he cares. they know that. but care does not always mean trust is awarded. care does not always mean truth is given. )
prompts that make me go 👀 // selectively accepting.
@maquiscursed // [ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure. (xiao to abyss aether or post-abyss aether)
SHADOWS OF THE PAST HAVE ALWAYS HAUNTED AETHER — ever since he left, this mimicry of meetings from long ago had remained within his heart, whether he wished to hold onto the ghost of a time he can never return to ( the type in their memories. the type in their dreams ) or wished to abandon it, to cut loose everyone he had ever loved until there was nothing left tying him to others. Until there was nothing left of Aether, the traveller who had failed to protect his newfound home.
Aether, who had abandoned the people he adored. Aether, the person of past that he wished he could carve out from beneath his skin as if he were some wretched monster & not simply himself: the coward hiding from the rest of the world to avoid truly facing sins of the past, ones he knows were his & his alone, for why else would he have ever chosen to leave & to hurt & to claim he was right if it had not been who he was to begin with?
( influence of other beings be damned. )
This moment is simply another one that has repeated & repeated yet never changed no matter what happened. In his dreams, Xiao would grab his wrist & beg him to stay, but he would leave. He would always leave. The few times he had done so while Aether was awake had been much the same — a moment of weakness without words to accompany it, quickly rescinded as Xiao let go as if touching him had burned ( & perhaps it had ) & followed by one of them leaving.
( one of them always left. never did both of them stay. )
Yet this time, Xiao's grip does not slacken. This time, Aether turns back to look at him, to gaze upon the other's face with a melancholy, with a resignation, that was not so easily won from him before now. He knows, really, that he should pull his hand free & walk away. He knows that he should return to Sumeru to be under Nahida's watchful gaze because at least then he can't hurt anybody else — but that is not what Aether wants & perhaps he is tired of doing what everybody else expects of him.
Perhaps he is tired of doing what is best for the world while he drowns in a sea of his own desires that he pushes away as if he does not deserve anything other than the sorrow that threatens to suffocate him at every moment of his life. More than anything, Aether knows, he is sick of walking away from someone he has missed so dearly. Loved so dearly.
( & maybe Xiao is tired of it too. they would like to think, at least, that he wants them to stay. that he is just as exhausted as they are. )
He remains quiet for a moment before he reaches out, gently prying Xiao's hand off his wrist & instead, locking their fingers together. ❝It's okay.❞ Aether murmurs, a whirlwind of emotion within his words & he could never hope, never dare, to name each & every feeling that wells up within his heart. He takes a step forward, loosely wrapping his other arm around Xiao & resting his head on his shoulder. ❝I'm not going to go anywhere from now on. I promise.❞ He means every word, that much is obvious & he closes his eyes as he speaks; as if to begin committing this moment to memory.
He squeezes Xiao's hand, gently. Once. Twice. Perhaps there is no way to truly fix what lives & dies between them. For now, all he can do is stay & maybe, if he dares to dream, that will be enough.
prompts that make me go 👀 // selectively accepting.
@maquiscursed // [ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together. (kazuha to arakan)
THE FIRST THING THAT REGISTERS IS JUST HOW CLOSE KAZUHA IS — it is typically Arakan who initiates touch, taking his hand as they walk throughout the streets of Sumeru City beneath the sun or leaning against him when they take breaks within the rainforest; hugs when their proximity & activity allows for it, albeit those are not quite as common as the way their touch lingers every chance they are given to do so. Rarely is it, in their opinion, that Kazuha is the one to initiate closeness between them & that is simply because he does not have to.
( it is by their own design, a way to prevent rejection & mistake. if it is always them to touch him, to take his hand, then the day he hits it away instead of reaching for it would not hurt quite as much. it will still hurt the same. )
The second thing they notice is that they do not wish to move away — perhaps that in itself is a mark of their odd friendship, one that hinges on forgotten pasts & unearned forgiveness readily offered without rhyme of reason. Typically, they might have stumbled back if someone were to get in their face like this, ripples of anger making themselves known, but this... is peaceful & nothing more. It is not some intricate dance that Arakan doesn't know the moves for nor is it an attempt to intimidate or done with a lack of respect for their personal space.
Because that is not how Kazuha is. Arakan knows that much of their friend — he isn't the type to put them in an uncomfortable position for the most part & thus, it is likely he has thought about the potential consequences of this & decided the risk of Arakan's wrath is worth it. Or so they hope, otherwise they would have to describe this as a foolhardy effort to... They aren't sure, actually, what the purpose of this is.
( his hand on the back of their neck is gentle, warm, & they wonder how those hands would feel wrapped around their throat like they deserve. )
❝What do you think you're doing, exactly?❞ They eventually question, breaking their silence after what has felt like an eternity but is likely less than a minute — & how utterly ridiculous it is that they could have their concept of time thrown off by such a small act of affection, one they would readily return in a heartbeat. Their voice itself is slightly shaky, a sign of their embarrassment that they are sure he will pick up on simply because that is what Kazuha does.
He knows all the things Arakan does not say & all the things they cannot.
❝If you wanted a hug, you could have asked.❞ They pointedly ignore the way their voice cracks slightly, the way they refuse to turn away despite their protests & they wonder if he knows that it is all for show. They wonder if he cares. ❝Is there something you're after, Kazuha, or do you just think I have pretty eyes?❞ It is spoken sarcastically, accompanied by a roll of the eyes & a laugh that is only half amused, an attempt at retaining some sense of normalcy.
It doesn't help at all, their pathetic attempt at ignoring the feelings they aren't used to ( so disgustingly soft ) that well up in their chest simply contributing to their abashed demeanour in this moment. How inconvenient.
There's a low hum coming from the consultant. Swirling his tea cup gently before he takes a drink from it.
"We never got to talk officially when you last visited. Not when the Latern Rite was at it's peak." They could have. He just had other priorities at the time. "But by now you've seen most of Sumeru. I hope it's given you some suitable answers to questions that you have had for quite some time."
Questions he unfortunately cannot answer. What a shame and inconvenience.
ANSWERS WAS PUTTING IT LIGHTLY — if one were to ask Aether of what he had experienced in Sumeru ( dreams of memories that weren't their own ) then he would prefer to describe it as a spiral into an identity crisis he was still recovering from. Nonetheless, such information is pointless to relay & so he decides against it, instead offering a nod of his head as if to confirm he had learned many things that had previously been knowledge unknown.
( the rest of the answers they seek would eventually come to them given time. )
❝Lantern Rite was a pretty busy time.❞ Aether says, lips curled into a small smile as if it is a fond memory — it is, really, although he can't help but hope next year would be far less eventful. ❝I've learned a lot from Nahida about my sister, but...❞ He hesitates for a moment, uncertain of whether to speak his thoughts or allow them to remain burrowed within his head. ❝I have more questions than I started with & I'm not sure how to answer them.❞
( the abyss order remained at the centre of their lack of knowledge, but they doubt there's much of a point in asking. )
daisy jones and the six ep1 // accepting.
@ayahimes // “there you are! i was looking for you.” ( for aether )
THERE ARE FEW PEOPLE HE IS HAPPY TO HEAR THAT FROM — the longer he has travelled, the more such words begin to grate on his ears; a bad omen, a prophecy that something is about to go terribly wrong. Regardless, when someone searches for him, Aether has always been one to heed their call, to walk into disaster with arms held open as if to greet an old friend in the chaos. Some days, he wonders if things will ever calm down or if this is his burden: travelling place to place, never finding peace.
( strife has followed them for an eternity. it will follow for eons more. )
Whatever dread had initially risen up in his heart is quick to dissipate as he lifts his hand in a wave, smile gracing his lips as it always does. It is easy to ignore whatever feelings he has dredged up in his chest when greeted by a friendly face, to pretend everything is fine when it isn't — to live in the moment is all he can do, these days, for the future remains uncertain & the past has become a path diverged from over the course of a few centuries.
( maybe some day, they would no longer find apathy anywhere within. maybe some day, they would know something more than their current existence. )
❝It's good to see you, Ayaka.❞ The words are spoken with a joyful tone, one that is only half-feigned — his optimism has never known bounds, albeit that did not always translate to happiness, no matter how much he wished it did. Regardless, there is no use to dropping the act he so often puts on, even around someone he views as a good friend. There is always the chance she had been looking for him because she needed him to do something, as was typically the case with most of those he had met in Teyvat.
Although. he would rather not think that way considering Ayaka had asked very little of him that he wasn't willing to do himself. The requests of those in Inazuma had been equal part requests for help & requests for friendship, in the end, & perhaps it is the latter that matters most right now. ❝What can I do for you?❞ He questions, head tilted to the side slightly as if to punctuate the tone of curiosity that is held by his voice.
❝Or- I meant to ask why you were looking for me?❞ It is spoken sheepishly, as if concerned his previous words may have been a little rude or lacked some sort of tact that he typically made an effort to have. ❝I'm always glad to see you, but I figure if it was something urgent, you'd have sent a letter or left a message with Katheryne or someone from the adventurer's guild...❞
( maybe it doesn't really matter why, in the end, & they should just allow themself to relax & enjoy the company of a friend who seeks them out. )
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𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
the express is quiet for the time being, march and dan heng in their respective rooms. aether has a hard time sleeping sometimes, torn between nightmares of when he was separated from lumine and the inconsistent day and night cycle that the express runs by. he's decided to go into the main parlor car for the time being, hoping to find someone else awake at this hour.
he pauses only a second when he sees caelus, before continuing forward, settling into the seat next to him. "i didn't think anyone other than pom pom would be up right now. you okay?"
ON THE NIGHTS HE CANNOT SLEEP, Caelus thinks — about the expeditions he has been on with his friends, about the words spoken to him long ago ( when you have a chance to make a choice, kafka had said, make one that you won't regret ) & about the past that he cannot recall. Some days, he wonders if that is a blessing. Others, he thinks it might be a curse. Most nights, he stews in these thoughts alone, ultimately reaching the same conclusion: it is the present that matters & the past would someday reveal itself.
( perhaps everyone is missing something. )
It is only when Aether sits at his side & speaks that Caelus registers his presence, tearing his eyes away from the windows ( galaxies swirling outside ) to offer his undivided attention to him. ❝I'm fine.❞ His words are accompanied by a nod & a small smile, an attempt to offer some sort of reassurance. ❝I couldn't sleep. I think playing games on my phone so often is starting to get to me.❞ It is spoken light-heartedly, a deflection of the actual reasons he finds himself kept awake. It's better, in the end, to keep those thoughts to himself.
❝Although... If anything, I should be asking you that. Is everything alright?❞
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