Selfishness In Their Eyes
genshin impact, part ii
your sweet voice softly whispers ‘where are you’ and i slowly begin to gravitate towards you, the center of my universe. the only thing i could ever care for.
yandere, abuse, confinement, delusional mindsets, gaslighting, self-depreciation, self-harm mention, stalking, unhealthy relationships
part one, part three, part four
Wolf Boy ─ Razor
obsessive, stalker, uncertain
Is he still human, or is he forever going to be regarded as the lone wolf who rambles deep in the dense forests of Wolvendom? Everyone wanted to know for they too are curious about this riveting individual, curiosity swirling madly in their eyes whenever his name is thrown into conversations. And when he’s forced to come up with an answer to himself, there’s always that same, despised hesitation eternally laced in his diffident voice. Razor continues to live silently in people’s shadows, able to tread behind them cautiously without leaving any tracks behind. This is a life he was brought into, having been raised by feral, but loyal creatures that thrive at the dead of night. The thought is already inane for him to live in harmony with people at this point, or so he was made out to believe. It’s only that he hasn’t gave much consideration till now.
What makes one silly human any different than the rest? There’s nothing particular about you that stands out to him... besides one thing he can’t place a finger on. Is it because you keep on getting yourself lost in these woods consistently, now becoming a regular occurrence and a part of his non-existent schedule of bumping into you, then having to escort you to the closest exit as you hand out sheepish apologies for the careless display of incompetency? This issue is not a big deal, really. If anything, he’s just slightly concerned for the lack of direction a being can actually have. Isn’t survival the most important instinct for humans? Did it die down as the world progressed? But of course, Razor never says anything more than the typical automated response built in, couldn’t be bothered to deal with someone else’s issues when his pack beckons for him through their cries, right? Not at all. You’re starting to appear more in his mind... laboriously. The cause of the toss and turns in his already short-lived sleep, and the visible bags resting under his eyes. The thought of you irks him endlessly.
What have you done to him?
After many days of the agony of contemplating alone, Razor resorts to the only person who must’ve known what he was currently dealing with: Lisa Minci. She should be familiar with this feeling all too well, he’s sure of it because what does she not know in her library of abundant knowledge? He questions these conflicting feelings of his, letting his heart spill out for once as an act of desperation with all the words he could find within his limited vocabulary. He does not like it, he does not like the control it has on him... a mere stranger, is able to afflict so easily. These signs must be of hate, uncontrollable spite maybe, pure frustration at most. That’s the only way he can truly be able to understand.
Well, in a way, she can’t help herself from snickering at his honest struggles. Unfortunately, it’s much more than that, revealing the issue biting at his exposed neck albeit painstakingly slowly in the simplest way. Surely, he is able to breathe properly once again... just not yet. Knowing this issue hasn’t solved anything, it requires effort. According to her, he is deeply in love to the point of destruction. Is this how adoration is supposed to feel, uneasiness? None of the human knowledge he’d study prior mentioned anything or went in depth about this subject, what makes her so sure of this? The word seems to be full of affection and hope, when Razor feels anything but. In order to ease those worries, she tells him why not have it the other way around. Why don’t you make that clueless traveler of yours be the one who’s troubled with these mindless feelings.
But he can’t, Razor has no experience in this field.
So he starts by stalking through your shadows, noting silently about your habits, interests, information that’ll help him get to know you better. There’s still a couple of issues to be resolved on his own before approaching said target. He’d like to understand fully what makes this human frankly so appealing to him. Why he has so many fantasies involving them in dubious ways, and why they’re so attractive. You’re so kind, too kind ─ timid than any doe he’s ever laid his ravenous eyes on. This is weird, much more thrilling than any hunt. All the things you do, simple and all, are so adorable to him. What is this warm sensation slowly building up in his chest? It feels... pleasant for once. Now this is what it should be like, how ‘love’ truly is.
He’s happy you have the heart to continue to meet with him.
But these happy moments could only last for so long, nothing hardly ever does because forever is not always. The voices in his head, ever so prevalent, pushes him to act on his predacious urges. Mark them. Hurt them. Make them suffer... Getting louder the more the rendezvouses went on. Doesn’t help that you make it your goal to see him at least thrice a week. Your lips, so luscious and pretty, imaging how they’ll look if drool was pooling out of it uncontrollably from the immense pleasure he’ll bless you with. And your skin, free of blemishes and scars, how badly he dreams of ruining it with his teeth, his claws, and his knife-like tongue. It appears that Razor does not possess the self control he thought he attained.
Stay... still.
His throat growls in agitation at the reluctance. He has the current need to mark that empty spot on your neck, the need to claim, but you keep moving around. Thrashing, struggling, sobbing for someone to come save you from the one who is only trying to love you.
Not ... hurt you ... love you.
Razor does not know if he is wolf or human,
but he is happy either way.
Exquisite Delicacy ─ Xiangling
stubborn, stalker, harmless
Did you happened to order a meal from Wanmin restaurant on one of your lengthy journeys? Probably not, but that doesn’t stop the chef from prying into your life with a specialty dish of hers. Xiangling, a connoisseur of the finest, strangest but tastiest food, pleads to serve you for the rest of her life in hopes of winning your golden heart with a unique palette. Expand your horizons, she beams, it does not hurt to. Traveling everywhere is no big deal to her as she isn’t confined to one spot unlike some of her envious peers. There is plenty different ingredients to test out, an excuse to be used for her dear father to not fret over her well-being. Plus, more chances to continue to court you, yes? You being a traveler cannot stop her.
Nothing negative cannot reach her... ish.
She always knows where you are, appearing out of nowhere scaring the serenity right out of your eyes ─ trying to pass it off as a mere coincidence, or how navigating through Liyue is second nature to her when delivering meals to faraway customers (which is an innocent lie). Creepy, but hardly dangerous. Scaring you is never her intentions, it hurts to see you cower because of her. Why... Why are you looking at her that way? What is there to even be afraid of? She just wants to be with you as a loyal companion, an overly-attached lover if possible.
Not only is there one loyal protector who is willing to risk everything, but two. Guoba knows how extremely precious you are by the way she spews on and on about some let-loose traveler currently camping in Liyue. It’s not like he completely understands the situation himself but, as long as she remains euphoric, then your presence will be accepted, and sooner or later sought out for. Break her heart on the other hand, and that is another story to recite. Guoba too, will never even think of letting you go in regards to his lovable companion. Having a sulking, dispirited Xiangling is the least of his wishes, so do not bother trying.
No need to dwell about cooking anymore. The obligation to lift a pan is a worry no more, she’ll take care of it, no problem. Remember all those left over slime condensate? Or lizard tail collecting dust in your inventory? Nothing’s straight up impossible, they’ll be tossed into a dish for an extra kick, a delectable taste that’ll surely enhance your combat skills for a limited time. Doesn’t that sound like a wonderful treat? She’s already drooling over the thought of it, feeding you lovingly despite your refusal, even if you are tied down to a tree stump in smoothen rope. Stop fighting her. It’s a waste of energy, doesn’t an adventurer needs lots vitality to move around the world?
There is no such thing as judgement, until you give it a try.
Ever wonder how exactly she knows where to go when looking for you? Her handy dandy map of course, full of annotations and cute sketches scribbled all over it. Not only is there data regarding locations that need to be visited again, but also the places you commonly travel to. She is motivated to try every location each day in order to catch sights of you. time is no opponent, distance is no obstacle. Being welcomed, however, is a sore subject that should not be brought into question. That slight grimace planted on your face when she comes into light has her doubting at times, do you really not like her at all..?
Having her around is not a bad thing, admittingly. She knows how to cook up a mean meal with the most outlandish ingredients, knows a thing or two about creating medicinal herbs, and can fend for herself against ambushes. In other words, theoretically the perfect teammate. What’s holding her back from that potential is her obsessive behavior regarding you. The stalking needs to come to a halt, and maybe, just maybe you’ll come to like her.
Shining Idol ─ Barbara Pegg
clumsy, obsessive, insecure
A deaconess of the Church of Favonius at day, a hardworking idol by night ─ her song reaches Mondstadt’s heart, capturing them in a riptide of desire and devotion, everything she personally feels not. Barbara, striving to be better each day, cannot comprehend these positive emotions you give her. The lewd acts of accepting that one charming kiss you placed atop her hand, or that sly wink you sent her way onstage when she was performing in town square. She has a responsibility to ignore all possible distractions, anything that’ll deter her from the burdens of a humbled protestant would be blocked out in an instance when given the chance.
So, why hasn’t she done so with you?
Falling over nothing is common, falling for someone isn’t. You see, years and years of dedicating her time and attention to one of the seven hasn’t allowed any room for relationships to manifest, for romance to blossom properly. Embarrassingly enough, she has no experience. Zero. Only the plentiful stories Lisa shares anytime she stops by the library, and still not understanding them half of the time. They sound melodious against her ears, intriguing, a whole new adventure to be encountered without having to move across the world. Convenient for someone like her. So sweet, yet so wrong.
Will fret over your health and safety, comfortably abandoning her own. A curse of selflessness which’ll follow her down to the grave. She’s so used to looking after others despite her youth; Jean, Bennett, everyone’s at least had a visit or two at the chapel to patch up small accidents. Nagging you constantly, although softly as can be, to at least try not to put yourself in unnecessary danger. Daring travelers are bound to be hurt, it’s almost unfeasible to not, but maybe tone the carelessness down a notch. Seeing you in pain distresses her so much, her fans start to watch over you in hopes of their idol being less troubled.
Return the hospitality, and you got yourself a flustered Barbara.
Um, please look after yourself more! As much as I lov- like, to see you, I am not fond of the reason why you come here so often.
What was it now, the tenth time that you’ve almost succumbed to death? Always testing the boundaries of an eventual demise, always stressing her out. But maybe that’s one of the traits she comes to adore, that brazen behavior of yours.
A-And... if that’s not achievable, I will do m-my best to aid you any way possible.
She trusts her older sister, but apparently not with everything because one issue still hasn’t been disclosed. Jean is already too busy with her duties, too busy keeping their home harmonious, free of troubles. Why should another problem be pushed onto her wearied shoulders? It’s just the typical problems that comes with love: The doubts, the bottled up emotions; the anxiety. She prays to all the Archons above that it’ll eventually solve itself given enough time. But pleading can only get people so far, Barbara knows that an effort must be made in order to create the change she wants. Hard work is the most miraculous magic, after all.
Unlike the others, her insecurity is what prevents her from seeking a future with you. Tid bits of concerns, worries always pokes at her when she’s so close to confessing. An inferiority complex that spirals into immense feelings of worthlessness, stopping Barbara from ever acting upon her selfish wishes. Even if you too reciprocate every ounce of love, openly displaying it, something in her convinces otherwise. Surely you see her as just a really close friend, comfortable enough to touch her freely without much thought. You probably prefer her sister, or Amber. Literally anyone other than her.
There’s so much better people out there.
Again, Barbara is basically an idol. She is aware of this fact, have been for a while now after hearing about some fans waiting outside the church to catch a sight of their supposed Goddess. Few people out there adores her to the point of obsession which understandably rubs her off the wrong way, but they are nowhere as crazy in the tales. That, she is thankful for and will continue to not disappoint them with future projects, hopefully. Who knows what they’ll think of her then if all doubts of her actually turn out to be true. And she doesn’t understand their fixations and compassion until someone from a whole different world steps onto the stage.
You’re perfect.
So perfect, she shouldn’t even be able to breathe the same air as you.
Astral Reflection ─ Mona Megistus
obsessive, lucid, manipulative
A significantly well-known astrologist, wandering aimlessly around Mondstadt for whatever end goal she has in mind ─ which she doesn’t know. Mona continues to hold herself in high regards, high expectations, and a low budget in order to make do with little money she has. To balance all of this while also trying to cover that very fact is a struggle itself, but this is simply mandatory. People will start to think less of her if they know the truth about their beloved star seeker, someone who can’t even keep a single penny. She feigns wealth in order to appear more dignified, commendable to the eyes of curious wanderers. You especially.
Oh goodness, compliment her, praise her whenever you can, she exists for it. Hanging onto every word like a delirious puppy, not even bothering to contain the satisfaction sparkling in those pale green eyes of hers. She’s so smug, so weak for your undivided attention. This is what keeps the motivation going, the only drive besides a desire for endless knowledge. It pushes her to do everything within her power to impress, enchant, and captivate all recognition from you. The outsiders, their opinions ultimately do not matter compared to you. With this aggressive support, anything is almost possible. Almost.
She wants you to be happy, always, and the only thing she thinks that will earn your affection is piles and piles of gifts. She likes them (even though she hardly has the chance to scavenge any), you must like them too. Who doesn’t? By that, prepare to be spoiled relentlessly. Name whatever material, meal, weapon ─ anything you lay your pretty eyes on. She will find a way to obtain these riches through whatever means, detrimental or not. Skipping meals, making contracts she could never keep, crazy loans, so many things that’ll hurt her on the long run but, it’ll be worth it in the end. That bright smile of yours rejuvenates all exhaustion. Like none of those bad things ever happened.
How pathetic, convincing herself that everything will be alright with measly encouragement. How whimsical can someone possibly get?
Taking advantage of her divination isn’t what she planned but, it helps out so much. Mona can manipulate just about anything in your life with a reading of hers, she can make you just as paranoid as her with a single fortune. That is the power that lies within her, someone who dedicates their entire life understanding the meanings of the stars and above. She does not receive any money from these endeavors, her beliefs are simply too strong to accept any form of payment. But you... you pay in another form unwittingly. Your uttermost faith, the trust you place willingly in her shaky hands.
Maybe that’s how she relies on self-harm; to make up for all the deceit and pained lies, to keep her somewhat sane.
There’s no point in lying. She can sense these fallacies from a mile away, there is no hiding. The truth will reveal itself gradually, whether it’ll take days, months, years ─ time is no matter. You can understand the frustration she bears whenever someone tries to cover up the facts behind white lies, or so they claim. You are her, uh, recent lover. It hasn’t been long since you two gotten together officially, and there’s still a few tiny problems that you lie about to not ‘bother’ her. Heart-wrenching, not being able to trust her that much. Still, she can’t fuss at you for that. It’ll be hypocritical of her to say something, so Mona stays quiet, waiting until you have the courage for her consolation.
It’s unpleasant, being in love. She knows how unhealthy this is, how stimulating this all-too familiar feeling truly is, for she is reminded of it every time the sky darkens and confidence begins to abandon her. Discovering how such desperate behavior of hers will only lead to desolation and loneliness, and still accepting the outcome nonetheless is a tragedy waiting to happen. This can be avoided, but Mona does not pry. Fate cannot be changed, nor can it be reversed she enunciates. It can only be but accepted.
Stars, do not lie.
Mona gazes down at their reflection on the water, shadows casting over her eyes the more she ruminates.
Maybe that’s why humans do.
Juvenile Galant ─ Xingqiu
mocking, manipulative, curious
Leaves Liyue citizens in awe of how graceful the son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild really is when there’s not much work put into that perception of him. Everyone is so easy to please, to fool, and his object of obsession is no better than them. Xingqiu, not having to be shouldered with managing the guild’s affairs, spends most of his time mirthfully in solitude; a peaceful existence. Whether it’s being buried in all sorts of novels, or sharpening his blade work for the next enemy ─ all hobbies of his will typically be relished by himself. The obligation to entertain those around him is no issue, but only for a moment. Freedom is nothing but a social construct in this world. That, he will forever long for.
Something about being a hero, your hero, pleases him substantially. Granted, you’re completely capable of handling yourself, else you wouldn’t be a solo traveler, there should still be moments of helplessness every once in-a-while. Whether a situation is manipulated or not, he’ll come to the rescue. How wonderful it feels to see the apparent relief roll off your shoulders when Xingqiu makes a dashing appearance. Sudden, but needed. He’s heard you cry out his name in an act of desperation before reaching you, that hopelessness... The feeling of being depended on, needed.
He craves them all.
Will write a story inspired by the likes of you two in his free time. It will not be published for the world, Archons forbid. This is a personal treasure, not even to be revealed to the main inspiration. Instead, it’ll be enjoyed privately at his own leisure. Just a little hobby of his, nothing too serious. You’ll see the journal glued to his side sometimes, wondering what in the world has him enthralled. Safe to say, you want to find out his little secret like any other individual. Take a peek at it however, prepare to face any consequences. Well, it’s not very kind to poke your head in places they shouldn’t be, he murmurs with a warm smile, didn’t bother to ask, did you?
Xingqiu is mean. You’d assume that Chongyun was simply exaggerating in his rants, but it’s true, not getting a taste of the bitter medicine until later on in the relationship. His tongue is sharper than any blade, can pierce through the toughest hearts with a single word, excelling in a specific art known as degradation, and a tad bit of manipulation to put it all together. Something about your reactions, your tears, encourages him to bully you even more. This is just a way that he displays his attraction to you, it’ll hurt, but at least it’ll hurt with love.
My liege.
His voice calms you down with ease despite the condescension that comes, gentle fingers combing through your hair to cease the endless crying
Settle down, now. It was a mere jest of mine, you know I truly don’t mean it, right?
He revels in your suffering, thoroughly. It’s interesting. You’re interesting, and he hopes you’ll continue to entertain him for as long as you remained hopeful, and curious. Eventually, a toy begins to break, and broken toys are to be disposed of because what use are they to the owner then? Not that he’ll let that happen, he’s sure something will be able to bring you out of the shell when the time comes. A bit of experimenting does not hurt. And in the case of failure, he can ask a small favor of Albedo to test out a few theories in mind that might be able to light the spark in your eyes. Can’t have a lifeless husk now! It’s forbidden. Your liveliness is what made him fall for you in the first place.
At some point, Xingqiu will bring up something similar to marriage. Since his family would not allow him to associate, let alone be united with someone of no status, then why not do these sacred vows behind their backs? The ceremony will be private. Just you and him, nobody else to ruin a beautiful moment. At the altar of Jueyun Karst, the moonlight pouring out through the open windows, and onto your face as you anxiously confessed an oath to him, as does he. And a breathtaking kiss seals the chilling night.
You were born for this moment.
Prinzessin der Verurteilung ─ Fischl
obsessive, delusional, vulnerable
As the so-called Prinzessin der Verurteilung, falling in love shouldn’t be a hassle. She’s been through plenty of suffering to deal with smaller issues such as this. No way is she crying over this, but of something of way more importance. Fischl, the only main character in this unfortunate universe, tries to do everything in her power to prove that you two are simply meant to be. This world carries an invisible magnet, pulling your fates together, mending them into one. It may sound ridiculous like many of her other theories, but it’s true!
Especially tries to stay in character around you, wanting to display her cool, reliable side. Highly sophisticated vocabulary, intricate metaphors, whole monologues no one but her familiar can understand. An attempt like this only leaves you confused with even more questions that still hasn’t been answered, an appropriate reaction. How long can she keep this façade up until you get tired of her like the others? In fear of having this possibility, it doesn’t take her any long to quit the dialogue ─ not completely, just enough to where it is comprehensible.
She still has to keep up a cool image.
A typical tsundere, although not too much where it is annoying. Will deny any acts of affection or favoritism towards you even if it’s frankly obvious. She’s embarrassed, nervous about the chance of facing rejection if you were to know, so don’t be surprised when she retracts a statement that sounds oddly similar to a confession. A normal act of the slip of a tongue, don’t get it too distorted ─ she stutters. Her face burns a vibrant red the more your doubtful stare stays on her... Why does your presence make it harder for her to stay in character? Is there another ability you have that you are not made aware of?
And, um, can you... wait till she has the guts to actually confess?
Definitely asks her familiar to watch over you when possible, which mind you is most of the time since being affiliated with the adventurer’s guild is no easy feat. Oz is aware, certainly concerned for his lovesick master the more this went on. A girl like Fischl couldn’t possibly know any better about this matter as much as she claims, he knows better than that. Doing this leaves her at a huge disadvantage during battles, coming back with bandages wrapped all over her frail body. He needs to be there, her bow is not all that she needs out on the battlefield, but he cannot go against his master’s orders.
Hm? What about all those injuries she bears? It’s none of an unsuspecting traveler’s business.
There’s a hidden side to her. A side you’re able to see. behind closed doors, behind scratched-up eyepatches, is a vulnerable girl who drowns herself in a fantasy to escape the loneliness that followed her as a child. She doesn’t want to grow up. It’s scary, everything is, but no spell currently exists to intercept the flow of time. A vivid imagination will have to make do as of now. Her outfit is much more casual at home. Long golden locks flowing out onto her shoulders once the hair ties are removed and the air of elegance dissipates into thin air. Retaining facades, are of no more. At least, not until she has to head out for the next mission that is assigned to her.
Alas, she is just a typical girl.
She is plenty of touch-starved. Any sort of affection leaves her wanting more. Her parents were the only ones showering her in lots of love before she’d reach an age where she should’ve outgrown it. This skinship you give out is a lot different... embarrassing, but appealing. Every forward action of yours easily strikes some fluttering feelings into her: Constricting bear hugs, gentle forehead kisses, and shy hand-holding. Although receiving head pats are a personal favorite, makes her feel accepted, loved again.
You make her feel at home.
No, you are her home.
Trial By Fire ─ Bennett
reckless, possessive, oblivious
A reckless adventurer who doesn’t know their limits. Alone, motivated, and unknowingly harmful to those hanging around him; Bennett, stays enthusiastic through all, able to change most of his negative feelings into eternal hope like a fellow ally of his. But anything that has to do with unconditional love will simply be embraced, that is the exception. Envy, lust, greed ─ these emotions are normal, therefore, should be accepted no matter how damaging the consequences shall be. Not a lot of things goes his way, or ever do, so why not indulge himself in a bit of ignorance, for it is universally known as bliss. The world is practically encouraging him to when you were introduced into his pitiful life.
Doesn’t particularly realize his romantic feelings for you, not yet anyways. Passes it as just a desire to protect someone against all, as buddies, friends, whatever! That’s not important. What’s important is that you two need to stay together at all times from now on. Any moment separated only calls for trouble, and nobody wants that... Actually, there will be, tons of them the more he ponders off. Although it doesn’t mean that it cannot be fixed. Heroes tend to find themselves in tight spots, but they always manage to triumph through! That’s right, he will find solutions to these hardships.
Forces you to be a part of Bennett’s guild, coughs, convinces you! Force is a rather harsh word, isn’t it? It’s best to tag along with him at all times, the world is too dangerous for someone precious like you! So much. That he just might go insane if you’re not around. He’s convinced that since you’ve associated yourself with him, you too are affected by his extreme bad luck. That is why it is his responsibility to look after you, to protect you from his downfalls ─ isn’t he the most suitable person to. Aw, aren’t you ‘blessed’!
A part of him despises your interactions with anyone else. You have him already, why do you need someone else? No one is allowed to join his guild anymore, every position has already been fulfilled. Healer, main damage dealer, enhancer, they can do it all with two people only. So don’t bother recruiting others, or talking to them in general. If anything, he’ll take care of it, he’ll take care of everything. Just sit tight for him like a pretty doll, won’t ya? There is no need to waste energy on some nameless individual.
There you are! I was looking all over for you... And who’s this?
His arm slings over your shoulder, tugging you closer.
How can I possibly help you...?
Disgustingly affectionate. His hands always find themselves on you... as an instinct, or maybe a hidden desire. Wrapping an arm around your waist, padded fingers dangerously prodding close to your thighs, testing the waters on how close can he possibly get till you finally cower. But the thing is, you don’t think he’s doing this out of ill intent. Bennett is not that type of person, so you’ll let these hands of his continue to wander all over you even if they prove to be uncomfortable. How long will you be able to withstand it, this unpleasant affection...
He’s no stranger to lust.
Bennett will risk his life for you, a guarantee in any situation. He cannot avoid pain, for it will continue to follow him to the ends of earth like a curse. Still, it’s not like he’s going to go down so easily. He’s escaped death so many times he’d lost count, not much can bring him down at this point. And because of this, he shall be deemed your destined hero. Anyone that stands in the way are just bad guys waiting to be exterminated!
Frozen Ardor ─ Chongyun
protective, short-tempered, lucid
Conceived from a clan of famous exorcists, and obtaining excessive positive energy that others may know as talent, when it is nothing but a curse itself ─ Chongyun takes this matter into his own hands to prove to everyone, to himself, that he is completely capable of exorcising without the need of an inborn trait. It’s troublesome, that power. He overcompensates this hassle with harsh training, withdrawing himself from things that he cannot personally enjoy sober. In other words, congenital positivity places a huge burden on his life. If he is to live without it, then his very existence would be much, much gratifying.
Discipline is key if people want to learn. He uses this in every aspect of his life. Naturally you’ll have to undergo the same training as him; withstanding harsh weathers, battling against enemies thrice your size, all things wearying. This will drastically improve tons of things such as endurance, restraint, and perseverance ─ but you aren’t as durable like him. Healing takes more than a couple of days before continuing a session, those are what you dread. You can argue with him all you want that this isn’t necessary, he’ll insist that challenging the mind and body will assist if you retain an open mind which you aren’t doing so far.
Chongyun just wants what is best for his partner, whether that means projecting his own problems onto them.
Will consider taking you with him, and act on it. Chongyun can’t exactly... watch over you when you’re too busy across the world, silly. Perhaps if there is a chance you can halt these obligations for now, instead, joining him on a path of becoming a future exorcist as a beloved apprentice under him. How can anyone skip this opportunity? You can ask your clients for compensation who can pay big money. He’ll show you the ropes, the responsibilities of being one. There is pleasure in seeing how thankful the victims of spirits are after the exorcism takes place.
Kindly deny his offer, and he’ll kindly take you by force.
Do not anger him. He is trying with all his might to not get annoyed over such unwillingness, but you are simply pushing it. He understands why you are acting like this, a brat, he’s not completely blind to the situation. To be forced by some acquaintance to stay with them or else is simply maddening, it would have been strange if you accepted his overprotective nature so easily. What he is trying to accomplish however, is for you to eventually give up, accept your intertwined fate with him. You don’t even have to understand anymore.
... Though it fails, your mental fortitude is simply too strong to be reckon with.
He will snap, especially when trying to run away ─ that is the last straw. All reasoning leaves his body the moment you make a dash for the exit, grabbing onto the ends of your hair and harshly tugging back despite your pleads of agony. He gets that angry. All that emotion Chongyun had to contain the whole time will be let out in an instance; a waterfall of wrath, frustration, all that agitation you caused him prior. And remember, he has no memory of what took place the next day.
You are now at his mercy.
That is why there is no point in bringing that up. What are you running on about? Him... hurting you? Stop bending the truth. Those bites and cuts all over your body did not come from him. If anything, you probably got them by accident, or was it from the tiresome training yesterday night? Whatever. The fact that you had the audacity to blame him straight away is irritating enough.
Although, it is okay, you are forgiven. We’re human, we all make mistakes.
You’ll just have to be corrected.