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[grislyintentions]

"You bed the clown, didn't you?" Lan glances toward Yaoshi. Cold. Stern. Completely unreadable. Perhaps, a hint, of jealously. “ ... The clown? ” Disbelief slips through at last. Of all beings beneath the stars, of all entities wandering creation, Yaoshi had chosen The Laughter. “The Joyseeker? The fool?” THEIR voice lowers, edged with horrified reverence. “That is what you allowed within your precious gardens?”

Cherry red sclerae reflect the star-born visage of the Hunt, blinking at various intervals while they considered Lan's accusations thoughtfully. The Reignbow Arbiter dons their visor to conceal from sight what they wish not to be seen.

But the Thousand Handed Merciful Medicus does not require an unveiling to perceive the underlying tension lying beneath tightly corded musculature. Does not require sight to detect the pulsing surge of possession and obsession muddying the waters. The hunter does not appreciate that which encroaches upon their prey.

【Laughter is the best medicine, is it not?】

Answers, sweetly woven in barbs and a beatific smile. Yaoshi allows the silence to stretch. Lips part in a soft sigh as petals fall from them. Shades of pink. Of red. Of blinding bleeding amber.

【Oh Lan, you of all should know that Life finds its way into existence, with or without coupling】

Their talons scrape against the rim of their visor, tracing teasingly.

【Will you dwell in the cold comfort of the night sky, allowing those questions to fester; dying stars ever burning with unknown wondering? Or-】

They touched their mouth to the Radiant One's jawline. Saccharine words dipped in challenge.

【Will you seek an answer for yourself? Find out if your suspicions are true? Personally ascertain whether I have or have not allowed the Fool a taste?】

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[odyniros]

Amphoreus breathes gold in the late afternoon. Warm wind drifts through the palace courtyard carrying the scent of sunlit stone, olive branches, and distant seawater. Lan does not belong in places this gentle. Yet THEY stand there anyway; appearing in a more humanoid form, long white hair spilling down THEIR back like moonlight poured into water. It's not long before The Hunt is met with the protector of the realm's borders. Lan finally glances toward him. Calm. Stern. Completely unreadable. The archer should not be here, THEY know, but … better to ask forgiveness then permission. “Hello, Mydeimos. Are you … well?”

despite knowing how fake it all was in the depths of his mind, mydei still walked the streets of okhema with a calmness and reassurance that in this downtime of peace, he can prepare himself for whatever wave of anarchy comes. but as he walks, he could swear he felt a wave of familiarity hit him when he passes someone, and he turns to see the person he least expects - the embodiment of the hunt. he tilts his head, checking no one was really around before he approaches.

"you're here...? i... i am rather surprised, actually. never have i expected you to see the situation for yourself and not through me. as for how i am... i am rather alright, and yourself, father?"

[ccaptain]

   -record scratch.

   HE DOESN'T WANT A COWBOY HAT? LIKE HIS ROBOHUSBAND?

[grislyintentions]

@luxarrow : XX Jester, people are dying throughout the cosmos.

AWWW DON'T BE A SOUR PUSS, HORSEY! ALL THE MORE REASON TO LIGHTEN UP AND HAVE SOME FUN!!

[odyniros]

“Bone of my bow, I hear whispers on the cosmic winds, a child born of your undying blood and Destruction’s favorite. And yet, not so much as a glimpse offered to me, its grandsire. How bold … or perhaps, how cruel.” >:/

"you think being half-responsible for my offspring, i'd get half the say. no, sadly, all he took was my undying nature and your stubbornness. everything else, the deliverer gave."

[grislyintentions]

Lan stands with their arms crossed over their radiant chest and they feel those millions of bloodshot eyes on their form. They have allowed Yaoshi to approach them without resorting to violence; at least for now. Why do you smile in the face of death, abomination? Lan asks. One day, you will not return. This I promise. ( for Yaoshi )

Promise.

An oath of passion if there ever existed one. 

Draws laughter - the peals of a thousand ringing bells- from the Thousand Handed Merciful Medicus themselves. 

【Do you swear it?】

Gossamer strands glisten when they catch the light and the Aeon descends before the other. 

【You cannot kill me in any way that matters, Ceaseless Hunter.】

A gordian knot - Endless. Lasting. When faced with an impossible puzzle, Alexander the Great opted to simply cut it loose. 

But no amount of brutality can transcend the truth writ in the very foundation of Being. And Unbeing. 

【It is in your nature to Hunt. And in Mine to…Liberate. You and I- we are intertwined. Impossible to extricate. Such is our nature.】

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[grislyintentions]

The Archer only stares, tracing every measured motion of Yaoshi with a predator’s precision. Pupils narrow, muscles coil, and breath stills. Do they want a kiss? No. The Archer craves far more than that. They bite. Porcelain skin shatters beneath their fangs like trees splintered by a furious bolt of lightning. Blood blooms, nectar eternal and divine spilling from Yaoshi like the first wound of creation itself. The Hunt drinks from the gushing vein of life and then draws back, drunk and poisoned all the same.

“Take,” They demand as their chest glows with comets flickering behind their ribs. Lan reaches inwards and rips a star from their chest. They lift the burning ball to Yaoshi’s lips like an offering of fruit.

Leaves quiver in the wake of the Hunt's impassioned pursuit ; They dance in the wind, swept into the relentless current. Fated to wither where they land in a brief yet beautiful return to nature.

There is but a thin line between the Hunter and their quarry. A ceaseless dance; nourishing base animalistic instincts.

The Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus entwines their limbs around their Eternal Adversary, welcoming their endless need for conquest. Their touch prickles. Lichtenberg scars. Ripples in far flung galaxies.

Flames crackling in the column of their throat cast an incandescent glow, illuminating the Aeon from within as the star is swallowed.

Yaoshi takes hold of Lan's hand and touched their mouth against the tips of each finger.

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[odyniros]

@luxarrow: "You dare question my darling detested, yet you ..." Lan's gaze looks beyond Mydei and THEY see his choice of mate. THEY see Ruin in golden eyes, the infant Ravager canting their head curiously as a playful chimera is caged within their hallow chest. "... surely you jest, my scion, my cub."

golden eyes narrow a little at their reaction about his choice of beloved. he knows he isn't much different to their creator, he accepted that long ago. but unlike them, mydei doesn't pretend to hate his beloved, while he knows lan is determined to keep an act open in public but privately love their detested.

"no, i don't jest. i may be your and yaoshi's... outcome, but i'm not going to lie to the world. i care for phainon, i adore them more than you understand, and i know their path is destruction. but as long as i exist, i will help them find a way to leave that path safely, or die trying. i'm human, after all."