The grip presses pain into his finger, burning sweet.
"He chose me for this task. To find those who would join our new life." The lost Tarnished, turned from the Golden Order, guided by his words.
"Knights of the Dynasty. They wait in these lands, for our Lord's summons. Only you have been called." And he cannot help but feel a stab of jealousy for this, delicate as a surgeon's knife. Shen Yuan is such a sweet thing, but what will become of him? Will he reside beneath the stars below, seen only in glimpses?
"I'm no knight," Shen Yuan says slowly. "In my homeland, I was a scholar...a poet, even. Here...I don't know..."
He sighs heavily, only to interrupt himself halfway through with a wide, jaw-cracking yawn. "Forgive me," he says, embarrassed, and drops Varre's hand so he might cover his own mouth. "The heat's working, I think -- it's getting so hard to keep my eyes open..."
Suddenly alarmed he reaches back and squeezes Varre's hand. "Will you stay with me?" he pleads. "If I sleep, will...will you still be here when I wake up? Please?"
No. This man is certainly no knight. He is something new. Loathsomely pathetic and achingly beautiful.
"My oath has brought me here." It is his duty to provide others the way to their Lord. "I will stay." But for them, at least, he has the knowledge that they all wait together, bereft of their Lord.
His hand closes tightly around Shen Yuan's, his grip strong. "Rest. You must not be in such a state when you bow before divinity."
"No, of course not," Shen Yuan mumbles his agreement, head already swaying as he lowers himself to the floor. "Need to be respectable...so I can show proper respect..."
He was asleep within seconds -- and it seemed that no sooner had he closed his eyes than he opened them again to behold the garden, sweet-smelling roses seeming fain to glow in the warm afternoon sun. The gate was before him, and gladly did he stretch out his hand to open the latch.
Passing through the gate was as walking from day into night: darkness fell, and yet far above him the sky was lit with thousands of shimmering stars, which provided light enough to see the crumbling stone path before him, winding its way through ancient pillars to a sort of open terrace some ways ahead.
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Date: 2023-06-03 10:37 pm (UTC)"He chose me for this task. To find those who would join our new life." The lost Tarnished, turned from the Golden Order, guided by his words.
"Knights of the Dynasty. They wait in these lands, for our Lord's summons. Only you have been called." And he cannot help but feel a stab of jealousy for this, delicate as a surgeon's knife. Shen Yuan is such a sweet thing, but what will become of him? Will he reside beneath the stars below, seen only in glimpses?
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Date: 2023-06-07 07:01 am (UTC)He sighs heavily, only to interrupt himself halfway through with a wide, jaw-cracking yawn. "Forgive me," he says, embarrassed, and drops Varre's hand so he might cover his own mouth. "The heat's working, I think -- it's getting so hard to keep my eyes open..."
Suddenly alarmed he reaches back and squeezes Varre's hand. "Will you stay with me?" he pleads. "If I sleep, will...will you still be here when I wake up? Please?"
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Date: 2023-07-14 10:28 pm (UTC)"My oath has brought me here." It is his duty to provide others the way to their Lord. "I will stay." But for them, at least, he has the knowledge that they all wait together, bereft of their Lord.
His hand closes tightly around Shen Yuan's, his grip strong. "Rest. You must not be in such a state when you bow before divinity."
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Date: 2023-08-02 07:48 am (UTC)He was asleep within seconds -- and it seemed that no sooner had he closed his eyes than he opened them again to behold the garden, sweet-smelling roses seeming fain to glow in the warm afternoon sun. The gate was before him, and gladly did he stretch out his hand to open the latch.
Passing through the gate was as walking from day into night: darkness fell, and yet far above him the sky was lit with thousands of shimmering stars, which provided light enough to see the crumbling stone path before him, winding its way through ancient pillars to a sort of open terrace some ways ahead.