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orderguide asked: A combination of Qixing and Silk Flowers woven into a crown is placed gently upon the young blonde’s head, the one behind this flashing a small, vague smile as if he practiced it over and over again. Morax was not one for showing much emotion on his face, but past experiences taught him that displaying these qualities not only makes others feel good, but gives him warmth in return. “For you, young one,” he says quietly — voice echoing yet smooth. (( I know you said it was half a joke but … ))
Against all common belief from the people living below the heavenly kingdom —according to those in charge of his education, at least—, Celestia is as empty as one can imagine. Often times Dáinsleif has heard of tales that fantasized of this place being akin to the sun in warmth or as ethereal as people imagine it to be, but it is naught like that. Gods that use of this island as their home are nowhere to be seen, neither are the angels or other beings that reside here. Each one of them have their own agenda and there is no pleasantries to be spared, just a peaceful coexistence for as long as the rules of this land are respected. Not that the young prince cares too much about it, regardless. For he has grown accustomed to live this life since he was born, hoping that when he is prepared he may descend to the lands below to guide the benighted.
Truth to be said, however, there is a sense of fright that shakes him to the very core imposed by the angels whom have warned him of how ignorance leads to wickedness and ambition leads to an insatiable want for more that never ends. Reason why he peeks from a hidden spot at newcomers that he doesn’t recognize as habitual locals of Celestia. Archons come and go, either indifferent of his presence or too occupied to solve whatever it is that brought them up here so they may leave anew and resume their duties of protection of their people, Dáinsleif doesn’t know.
Nonetheless, he can hide the excitement shining in his crystalline eyes at the closest opportunity to observe one, ever so brave for educating ignorant humans without being afraid of being tainted by their malice and gods forbid— the weight of the sins they carry.
Dáinsleif was readying himself to return to his abode for the day, ever so careful not to be spotted for having lingered within the Irminsul tree’s premises in the garden of the gods. He has been warned before to not be close to it, for its nature as the Axis Mundi makes it so that it may carry the impurities of the world below where its roots permeated and thus connect to the heavenly island above. But for some reason, its presence evoked in him a sense of tranquility whenever he feels at his most anxious. A sense of belonging and even familiarity locked within the confines of his mind to resurface one day when he needs it most, to reminisce what he truly is in a moment when he feels lost.
…Except he mustn’t have been all that careful the moment that his mind drifted to the beautiful flower that Irminsul gifted him today when he bumped into someone by accident. ❝Sorry, I…❞ Whatever coherent apology he was trying to build so that he wouldn’t be scolded dies in his lips at the intimidating sight of the man before him. Icy sapphires cannot help but stare in awe despite the tingling senses of urgency to apologize and leave, lest he poses any inconvenience to him or worse— he tells on him to one of the authorities in charge of him and he’s punished. His hands are quick to hide behind his back, concealing and protecting the flower he held so dearly as the man crouches down to gently place a crown of flowers that Dáinsleif has never seen before.
A small yelp abandons roseate lips, not as much due to the light contact of the crown of flowers as much as in recognition of who this man is upon recognizing the symbol of the Geo element. Rex Lapis. The young celestial blinks once in confusion next, then twice as a hand ascends to lightly tap what was put on his head. He inspects the small blossom betwixt his fingers, then up to the man whom he recognizes now as the Geo Archon in time to see him smile. The smile feels mechanical, almost unnatural that comes with difficulty to the man, but seeing him try and afford him kindness as he is makes it hard for him to not mirror that smile with one of his own, genuine.
❝Thank you, lord Morax!❞ Pink hues dust the paleness of the young prince’s cheeks byproduct of the warmth that this small gesture evokes in him. This is the happiest he has been in a long time in the presence of someone else. And truth to be said, Dáinsleif ignores what led the emperor of Geo to even gift him something to begin with. In a few amount of times, he has seen him before, always looking so serious and as if he had no joy whatsoever of returning to this land. Wish as he did, he never dared to approach him and ask him to tell him tales about the lands below as a means to confirm what he’s been told. But the bravery and love he must have for the people below, to help them thrive and advance as a civilization… Dáinsleif cannot wait until the day when he can impart knowledge to them and offer them guidance for a prosperous future ahead.
The admiration he holds for the likes of Rex Lapis is immeasurable.
And what other way to offer him gratitude than giving him something in exchange? Although he had planned to treasure the flower that Irminsul gifted him today in secrecy, he confidently holds it out for the honorable god to take— a Lyratum. Perhaps if he explains it to Irminsul at a later date he’ll be forgiven and it will give him another one to keep himself. ❝Here, this is for you. A Lyratum gifted by none other than the divine tree.❞ Cyan irises look up at the other with expectance, joy bubbling within the confines of his chest before his timidness dictated him to look down, cheeks colored with a bright red. ❝Uh… uhm.❞ Would it be too bold of him to speak up his mind? Dáinsleif cannot tell, but he also figures that this is a once in a blue moon chance that may never happen again.
So he scratches shyly the back of his neck, fighting back the urge to simply run away or pinch himself to see if this is a dream. Ultimately does the celestial look upwards anew, a smile making its way to his lips that reaches his eyes. ❝One day, when I’m strong enough to descend to Teyvat and offer guidance to the people below, I will visit you too!❞ I want to be like you. A pause. ❝May the day come when we can work hand in hand for the betterment of this world. I cannot wait to see it true.❞
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"I mean, it's kinda a no-brainer, right? Morax-sama means the world to me, so..." Itto snorted softly but shyly out of embarrassment, since he was somewhere between pouring out his heart and confessing something a little... more. "He's perfect, basically. I mean, come on! Morax-sama could give any guy a run for their money in the looks department, he's like... this really powerful angel, yeah. Soft and ethereal, but there's a strength there, a heat and wildness... I-I don't wanna presume nothin' else, but I'm sure he's built like a god. Especially if the statues are anythin' to go by, erk--" He coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. He couldn't commit blasphemy by blathering on too much, could he?
Yeah, probably better not to chance it.
"But, y-yeah! He's just really cool, an' all..."