loong | a great escape;

a great escape;

[ this planet.. is a tranquil one. lonely, but peaceful. there are no intelligent species here, but that is, perhaps, for the best - dan feng's penance continues, after all. in escaping the luofu he was not attempting to escape general punishment, only the molting rebirth. fear of losing himself, of losing his memories, his sense of self..

perhaps it made him a coward, to flee, but warm memories are all he has now, and he could not bear to part with them just yet.

so here he waits, alone in his own beautiful purgatory, awaiting the end of his days, nursing his ailing mind, existing in torment and in bliss in equal measure. his hatching rebirth will come in time, and only then, perhaps, will he be free of his sin, or at the very least, free of his pain. the crime of the previous life must be atoned for in the next, but.. his memories of the quintet would vanish, save for in dreams, and his reincarnation could live on.

it's a lush, lovely planet, where he has escaped to, slowly orbiting the glowing deep of a black hole, where time, for him, runs more slowly, dragging out like a string of sticky molasses. there are thick forests and vast wetlands, eighty percent of this world is water, and there is no sign that intelligent life has ever existed here. no ruins. no scrawled paintings in caves. no hidden chambers beneath the seas. three hundred years he has spent combing the globe and found nothing to suggest that anyone but he has walked the earth here. only animals. insects. fish. they make decent company, but dan feng still keeps to himself, living out of a modest shelter built near the water's edge.

three hundred years, and he speaks to no one, says nothing, until the day the majestic luofu blots out the light of the diffracting black hole.

the sight of it stills his heart in his breast, and dan feng finds his throat running dry, but when the small starskiff lands he is standing quietly, watchful and calm, the tip of his tail swaying behind him as he watches jing yuan disembark, resplendent in his general's clothing. he takes a deep breath.. releases it. ]

.. you must have been very keen to find me, to brave the dangers of the black hole.

[ for time.. time is a precious thing, every hour he spends here could be a year on the luofu. ]

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[He makes a soft sound at the explanation. Not that he remembers but it sounds right... He can somewhat recall the taste of Dan Feng's vent on his tongue despite not having had him for centuries.

Some things are starting to feel right. The rough bite at his lips sparks a pleasurable sensation through his body. And then the tongue against his pulse and that old mark. His eyes flutter closed and his he inhales sharply, grip tightening on the tail in his one hand. The other drags back up the former high elder's back, fingers winding in the dark inky hair.]

Bite me again... [Reclaiming the old mark may help too. He feels like it might. And he never bit in return. He supposes they could also do that as well considering the reason he hadn't in the past is a moot point as he currently is.] It's been too long...

[If they're intent to do this there's no reason not to especially considering they're already bonded. It couldn't do more harm and maybe it might help him remember at least for a little while.]

[ slowly but surely the fires of the forge are being stoked, things are warming up between them, with careful cultivation. he just needs to continue on this path, opening his lover up, petal by petal, until he blooms again. the hands down his back make his breath rush against blade's lips, and he presses harder into his body, mouthing at the bite scar. ]

I will. [ he murmurs, teeth dragging. ] Once you're inside me. That's when you liked it best.

[ and perhaps.. perhaps after, they will turn it around, perhaps blade will allow himself to be taken, as well. surely there could be no better way to carve this memory into his body, after all, but they'll cross that bridge later, if they come to it. for now, dan feng smooths a hand down his abdomen, following the dipping muscles of blade's hip and down, palming at his soft cock. ]

You loved to claim me hard and fast, while I sank my fangs deep into your shoulder.

[ his kisses drag upward again, back to blade's mouth, where his fangs sink against his lower lip once more. ]

[He doesn't remember any of this... but it sounds right. Right on the edge of climax to bring him over the edge... That's sounds familiar?

He's not left to wonder or ponder as his breath hitches and his thoughts scatter at the hand against his cock. There's no immediate interest other than a faint twitch of the soft member against the other's cool palm. Pleasure is not a sensation his body is familiar with but it's clear that it won't be a completely hopeless task.

He can't recall how he likes it... How he preferred to be stroked or anything like that but he does trust that Dan Feng will know what to do. So he swallows and lets his eyes flutter closed, taking in the sensations that are being provided.]

Always on the full moon... [Sometimes only...] Just us... Or was he there too.

[Surely eventually? He can't quite recall.]

At first, it was only us.

[ blade does not remember, but dan feng does - he knows how his husband likes to be touched, years apart have not changed that. he rubs his palm along the underside of his cock, tracing its familiar shape for a few moments before he wraps his fingers around it, pulling in deep strokes, squeezing on the way upward. his thumb rubs in a slow circle around the tip. ]

Just us. We loved each other, and didn't want to share that, but.. in time..

[ in time, they brought jing yuan in as well, and shared that most precious time with him, once they were sure. sure that they loved him, as well. sure that they still loved each other just as much. ]

.. in time, it was the three of us, in all things.

[His breathing becomes a touch heavier as Dan Feng strokes him. It's slow but he's steadily hardening beneath the skilled touch. A hand that knows exactly what he likes even though he himself have forgotten.

It's good. It feels good. He brings his hands up to rest at the other's waist. Just to hold him for now but... they don't remain in place. There's the slight desire to wander. To touch. And so they slide up a bit with thumbs brushing over soft skin and curiously exploring.

Not too much as he wants to listen and focus. He lets this individual pull away the curtains from his eyes. To reveal scenes and blow the dust off of them. It's starting to become clearer... Moonlit nights with rice wine. Their bed full. Bodies sore but satisfied... He leans in some, thinking to kiss but it is an uncertain gesture as if he might be rebuked in some way.]

It was warm... I remember that.

[Dan Feng's tail wrapped around him. Jing Yuan not as built then as he is now squeezed between them. Hands holding hands. Noses brushing against one another. Whispered words of love and affection. A love between three that was cut short much too soon. So much left unsaid and done proven by how much their third was left out of their tokens of affection. They barely had any time at all.]

It was. It was always so warm. I loved to be between you both, soaking up all of that lovely heat.

[ no, they didn't have any time, none at all, and that lack of time to fulfill their promises to jing yuan left their third always worrying that he was not enough. dan feng thinks that he has done a good amount to assuage that fear, but with hope, there will be time to do more.

but this.. this is for them, the two of them, to begin mending the shattered pieces of their once steadfast bond, so dan feng keeps his attention on blade, stroking his slowly hardening cock deep and slow, and when he sees blade leaning in, dan feng meets him halfway, kissing him deep and warm, inviting. ]

You used to like to move so fast, I would have to remind you to slow down. That it wasn't a race. Even still, you would often charge ahead anyway.

[ faster. he begins to move his hand faster, speeding up the pace, catching precum with the pad of his thumb to make the way more slippery. his tail sways through the water, before brushing against blade's leg, then coiling slowly around it. those hands skimming over him feel lovely, and dan feng allows himself to enjoy it for a moment before he's taking one of them, and slips it between his own legs, urging him to touch. ]

[He kisses back, parting his lips so that it can be deep and passionate. There's even a soft sound that escapes him due to the kiss alone. And the flood of other sensations certainly help spur him onward.

The hand stroking his cock increases speed and he finds his cock filling up, finally gaining full and complete interest. Pre beads with earnest now and slides onto Dan Feng's busy hand. All of this while important pieces of information are being said. Pieces of his past slowly piecing themself together in his mind.

He liked to go fast, he's told. Quickly... time ever short. Tomorrow is never promised. And besides... If you go quickly you get so many more rounds in. He hasn't the wherewithal to tell this to the other but it makes sense in his shattered mind.]

Long life species move so slowly... [He murmurs the words as his hand is moved, fingers dipping into the other man's vent and there's confidence in the gesture.] You and Jing Yuan always take your time in all things...

[Sparks of Yingxing are resurfacing. Each a little brighter than the next.]

Mm.. it was a fundamental difference between us. It caused a little strife, sometimes.

[ yingxing was always ready to fuck, day in and day out, his short life species imperative pushing him for more and more, while dan feng was more or less the opposite, rarely in the mood without external stimuli to provoke him, save for the full moons, or rare occasions. jing yuan had been a good third for them, in that respect.. though age has certainly slowed him, in some ways, despite how much they'd loved one another that week.

blade's fingers slide against his vent, and dan feng hums softly against his lips, hardly needing to urge him at all to slide them inside, where he's warmer, and already wet, his cocks half hard, sliding from their slippery sheathes. it's so easy to remember how things used to be, how in love they once were, how in love dan feng still is. ]

But we figured it out. We always did. There was nothing we would not do for one another..

[ nothing they would not sacrifice for one another. the very thought makes his heart ache. if nothing else, yingxing's deep passion for him had never abated.. however much it had been twisted into hate and rage. ]

[He sees fractured images of this life they had. He can feel flickers of the warmth that once were. The pleasure. The happiness. But it is difficult for him to grasp. Not yet able to see the full picture but it is starting to come together.]

You had Jing Yuan for all that time. All to yourself. [He growls out the words as he crooks his fingers inside the vent, his body remembering how Dan Feng liked it and where those little pleasure centers are.] I could feel you two twisting around one another.

I wanted to destroy you both as much as I wanted to be a part of it.

[He and Jing Yuan used to fuck a lot. This he knows. Jing Yuan could keep up and was young and had the same feral energy he had. He was willing to do most things and always eager. It eased some of the pressure on Dan Feng to always perform. But full moons was for them until, at last, they finally integrated Jing Yuan into their everything. Well, almost everything. The rest was suppose to come but it never did.]

That need has not ebbed... But again we're only two...

[ those fingers hook inside of him, and dan feng gasps sharply, tensing as his hips hitch forward, his cocks giving a faint twitch as they fully stiffen, precum already beading at the tips. ]

Yes.. I did.

[ and he's sorry for it, sorry that yingxing had not been with them, sorry that, right now, dan feng can offer only himself when it is not enough, never enough.. surely it is jing yuan that yingxing really wants, has always wanted. that old insecurity kicks in so easily, that he was never enough for yingxing, never had been, but how could he possibly compete with jing yuan's warm perfection? he was a sunbeam given form, strong and loving, loyal, smart, handsome..

the feeling stings, but does he not deserve it, after all that has happened? ]

I can only offer myself, for now, my heart..

[ not enough. but it's all that he can give. himself, his love, his sorrow and regret.. and his body, his hands and mouth, anything and everything he can give to bring his dear love back to him. his soft fingers squeeze around blade's cock, and dan feng uses his free hand to begin pulling him back, moving through the water until his back hits smooth stone, and he's able to hook his thigh over his old lover's hip. ]

[He growls at Dan Feng as they move deeper and he pushes the other into the rock roughly.]

Still like that... After all this time? [There is clarity in those scarlet eyes though it is a temporary clarity. It always will be.] We are three. Long since decided and we are not complete until each of us is here.

[He fucks Dan Feng roughly with his fingers deep in his vent as he speaks, a near snarl escaping him as he does.]

You are enough. And I am enough. And so is he. But we are not complete if one is missing. And I will make sure you both understand that when I have you here.

[The words are the closest to Yingxing that he's been thus far even if it is said in the deep rumble and snarl of Blade.]

[ blade's voice is so rough and sharp, it's difficult to hear such anger from him, from someone who once loved him so deeply, someone who treated him with such love. everything aches. everything hurts. tears are stinging his eyes.

but he can't give this up. he's already destroyed so much, ruined so much, he needs to do what he can to make amends now, even if he can't possibly fully heal those old wounds. even if things will only get worse and worse, once the mara takes jing yuan, and they have no choice but to put him down. assuming that they ever see him again.. but dan feng will continue to believe that they will, that in the end, they can all be together one last time.

both of dan feng's hands clutch at blade's head, fingers sunk deep into his dark hair as blade fucks his vent hard and roughly with his own fingers, and it aches a little, but he wants it, wants so badly to be connected with the man who held his heart for so, so long. one hand releases, slipping down blade's chest, over his ample pectorals and down his abdomen to take his cock in hand again, stroking it hard and fast. he still remembers what he needs to do, how he needs to remind blade's body of what they had, to sear this memory into his heart. ]

All right. [ he says softly, even if it's difficult to believe it - yingxing had never lied to him, and blade is even more viciously honest. ] All right..

[ he nips blade's lower lip, tugging it gently, and arches his hips. ]

Take what is yours, then.

[And take he will. Blade fucks faster and rougher and he leans in to bite, ripping into the soft flesh, where he marked long ago. It's not to purposely do harm, not really, but there is a near mindless and feral desire to claim and take that drives the action. Blade's hands drag down the slender body of his once husband, bandages on the one hand occasionally catching and nails, too blunt to do any kind of lasting damage, drag uselessly down the soft skin.

The hunter's groans as his teeth dig deep into the flesh. It's the action itself that fills him with a satisfaction enough that he instantly spills into Dan Feng's vent, heavy spurts that come in such copious amounts that he can feel it sliding back out.

There's a deep rumbling noise that escapes him as he finishes, teeth still remaining deep in the neck of his husband.]

[ that bite - the pain makes his head spin, but he loves it, too, loves the ancient imperative of claiming and being claimed. despite himself, despite it all.. dan feng still loves this man deeply and completely, cannot and will not give up hope that his yingxing is gone forever. his husband. changed, perhaps, as they have all three of them been terribly changed by his foolish, selfish choices, but not gone.

he can feel it, after all. the flicker of his beloved's heart. the warmth that once was a blazing bonfire between them.

the spill of blade's spend into him is so hot it nearly burns, and dan feng cries out softly, arching his hips to accept it all, his body tightening, vent twitching and fluttering around his husband's cock as if he cannot get enough. panting hard, he jerks his hips, palming at his own cocks until he follows soon after, clenching all around him as he spills between them, warm and pearlescent, into the water.

the aftermath has him trembling, both in the satisfaction of pleasure, and in the meaningfulness of their union. don't go, he wants to ask. selfish again. selfish always. he is afraid to be alone again, away from jing yuan's sweet and lovely warmth, away from yingxing's fierce fire. but he won't say the words, can't say the words, for it is as jing yuan said.. their yingxing has found a new home, with new people.

the world has moved on in his absence. dan feng deserves the loneliness that his actions have brought.

still, he clings on for as long as he is able to, holding tightly to blade's broad shoulders as they both come down from the high of their union, bathed in silvery moonlight, cool water rippling against their bodies. ]

[He breathes heavy against Dan Feng's skin, his mind hazy due to the activities but also clear. The Mara feels far away and a distant thing. He's not Yingxing in this moment. That man is far away and dead and gone. But he feels closer to him than he has in a long time.

As they settle he rests his head against the other man's shoulder needing a moment. Several moments even.

And all he knows in this newfound clarity that he doesn't want it to end. His grip on Dan Feng remains tight, not letting him go and making no indication that he will anytime soon.

The water that they're in eventually stills just as they do.]

When do you have to return? [Perhaps the better question is when does he have to go? In a few days. Kafka will let this occur for a bit but the script waits for no one. He doesn't have much time to give but if he can, if it keeps him feeling like this, then he'll give it all.] How much time do you have?

[ they hold to one another like old lovers, and dan feng closes his eyes as their weight leans together. being held like this by these familiar hands.. it's a soothing balm, however short their time together may be. ]

I won't be returning. I cannot put Jing Yuan in peril.

[ and as long as dan feng is on the luofu.. he will be putting their beloved at risk of being found out. as much as he aches to return, he knows that he cannot, should not. ]

I will be waiting here for you both. As long as it takes.

[ or he will die here, alone and brokenhearted. this is the gamble that he is taking - the gamble that jing yuan will survive and find them in the end, the gamble that blade will be himself enough to return to their sides. in the end, it may all go sour, their plan is a precarious one at best, but it is all that they have. pulling back, dan feng looks into his husband's face, cradling it between his hands. ]

[His brows furrow as he doesn't think he understands that exactly, about putting Jing Yuan in danger. But there must be some reasoning to it.]

Waiting here...? [His thoughts spin as he tries to paste together everything.] Jing Yuan is needed in the script to defeat an Aeon. I have to be there too... But that is all I know. And I also do not know the ending to this story. If we live. Or die.

[Elio made him a promise that he could finally die if he joined the Hunters. When that death will come he does not know. To end his life with Dan Feng and Jing Yuan... One taken by Mara the other by time. And his promised death will come after. That would be... That would be fine. Perhaps.]

If we do make it... I will come.

[ dan feng lifts his head, his eyes luminous in the darkness, settling onto his lover's face. i will come.

relief floods through him, and dan feng exhales a breath he had not realized he was holding. that is all that he could ask for. all that he could hope for. jing yuan, he knows, will do everything in his power to keep his promise as well, to survive, and come back to him. knowing that yingxing - that blade will do the same puts his heart at ease.

defeating an aeon..

worry creases his brow, but there is nothing to be done for it. should they die completing their great task.. then dan feng will not be long behind, and perhaps somewhere, across space and time, they will all meet again. he must take heart in the knowledge that at least he has seen them both, loved them both, with what time has been given to him, and that will be enough.

touching their brows together, dan feng closes his eyes, basking in his husband's closeness, in the sound of his voice that heals ancient wounds. ]

Will you be leaving tonight?

[Blade's brow furrows and he struggles to remember what's been told to him. Kafka said it was important that they came to this world but there was nothing here to fight or do. It's been peaceful and boring and his mara was like an itch beneath his skin.

And then all of this happened.

She must have known that this would occur. A chance to get his affairs in order so that he can have an ending. He always struggles to decide how he feels about her. About all of them. There is warmth but the dregs of the past that keep him from enjoying it further. The desire to meet his end stops him from digging his roots in.

It's complicated and he doesn't have the mindset to examine it further.]

We're here a few more days, I think... Kafka will get me when it's time to go.

[She'll let him has his fun and then come and fetch him as she always does.]

I don't have an exact number.

[But since they're both here... They might as well continue. He reaches down to where their bodies are connected and cautiously beings to stroke the flaccid cocks of his partner, spent and retracting. His own cock soft and still inside the man he once called his husband. But he can feel the heat begin to pool again as he touches Dan Feng.

He feels calmer... He can reach out to touch the connection he has with Jing Yuan now. Curiously examining it along with Dan Feng in an almost uncertain way now that he has some clarity. The anger he felt while the two were together no longer persists. In fact... he's wants to know about it.]

Was he still a brat? [He takes both of Dan Feng's cocks in his hand, pumping them slowly.] In the bedroom... I mean. I remember... I remember it was dangerous to indulge him.

[And yet near impossible not to.]

That's all right.

[ even just a few days is far more than dan feng could have hoped for. far more than he had expected. perhaps these few days will be more than enough time for him to leave his mark on blade again, to etch himself indelibly into his body and soul, and perhaps begin to overwrite the agony of painful memories and seething hatred. to help him remember the good, how deeply in love they were, how much the three of them meant to each other. the heart is difficult to reason with, but.. he believes in the connection that they once had. he believes that it can be strengthened again. ]

A few days is enough.

[ even though he will long for them both while he is alone here, waiting until the end of time. he will have his belief and love to see him through the aching loneliness.

moreover, blade is touching him again, those familiar fingers wrapping around his withdrawing cocks, making him shiver. a little touch of cloudhymn magic is all it takes to refresh them both, easing away their refractory periods so they can make love again, and again, as many times as they like, as many times as it takes for the hold to set in, for the memories to imprint. dan feng's breath catches, and he rocks his hips forward, his cocks beginning to stir and thicken again. ]

Mm.. he is absolutely a brat.

[ a soft, breathless chuckle passes his lips, and dan feng allows his hands to move and explore, sliding over blade's body, palming his chest, feeling over far too many scars. soft kisses drag along his jaw. ]

He wanted me to tell you.. [ dan feng's voice curls, teasing. ] .. that he took both of my cocks.

[Blade looks at Dan Feng with an expression that is so purely Yingxing from years long since gone. It's a deeply unimpressed look with eyes a dull red and lips forming the flattest of lines.]

You've always spoiled him and gave him whatever he wants. [It's said in that same raspy growl and tone of a conversation they've had countless times.] He'll be insufferable now that he's gotten what he's wanted after all this time.

[The begging and the pleading and the countless years of saying he could take it. Those memories, for whatever senseless reason, feel crystal clear. Though he speaks as if he hadn't indulged their third just as much if not even more frequently with all those hand made gifts. Such things are hard to remember, slipping through his fingers like sand in an hourglass but... What is clear, especially with this bond, is that they are all bound and precious. And having one missing feels wrong. It hurt to be left out but it also hurts to not have one of their number. He does try and push that thought from his mind for now as it will do no good here in this moment.]

And how are you going to indulge me? [He grips Dan Feng's cocks firmer now, stroking them with intention and his hips begin to roll, shallowly fucking his former husband now that he's been revitalized to go another round.] What do I get from you?

[ ah, that look, it makes his heart twist in his chest. this, he thinks, is the best way to get through to blade, to remind him of the love that they three shared, in the form of silly yet profound small moments, soft memories, for the depth of their love was never in the grand gestures, but in the little things. the fond details. ]

You spoiled him just as much. You spoiled us both.

[ gifting was ever one of yingxing's love languages. of course it was. he was a craftsman, and he loved to use his skills to make things for his loved ones. weapons. armor. trinkets. anything that crossed his mind. a warmth moves between their bond, between he and blade, but also reaching out to jing yuan across the stars, wrapping around him like a comfortable blanket. he may be far from them, but he is always loved, always included.

one thigh lifts, hooking over blade's hip, and dan feng leans back, trying to shimmy up onto the rock behind him a little bit so he can lie against it, thighs open, allowing blade to watch the way his cock sinks into dan feng's welcoming vent. ]

Traveling all this way to brave your wrath is not enough? [ he exhales softly, then lifts a hand to blade's face, cupping his cheek. ] Do you want my cocks too, jealous man?

[He scoffs at the comment about spoiling as if he were denying it. He doesn't hold the memories of Yingxing proper. But he has skulked about Jing Yuan's house before he left the Luofu. Some part of him concerned about that blow that he so foolishly took and how it almost was his end. He saw the museum he keeps in his house and how he holds the memory of the dead so tightly to his heart.

The crafts of the late blacksmith decorate the halls like a grim mausoleum. Jing Yuan still carries the weapon made for him all those years ago. Though he shouldn't judge he also holds one of those hand crafted weapons, broken almost beyond recognition but...

His gaze lifts from his half hazard dig through the past, brow furrowing at the offer that's being made to him. Him? Jealous? The very thought makes him bear his teeth a little following Dan Feng and pushing his cock further into the vent and the man himself further into the rock.

Blade hadn't truly known jealousy until he felt the bond he has with Dan Feng stir to life and their romp against that forgotten thread within him. That was one of those dead emotions inside him for the longest time.]

Both of them? [Again a scoff escapes him as he looms over Dan Feng, fisting those cocks with very little grace in his calloused hands.] Foolish...

[He can't recall if they ever did such things in the past. He does remember Jing Yuan whining for it on occasion. Not excessively, he doesn't think. His body is in no condition to take on such a challenge. Neither is Jing Yuan's if they're being perfectly honest.]

Save the herculean challenges for him. Now that he's tasted it he'll hardly be satisfied... [He's struggling to remember what he once liked.] I can't... I can't remember what I once enjoyed. You'll have to lead... But this body doesn't move like it used to. You may find yourself disappointed in some aspects.

[ blade may not remember, but dan feng does. gift giving had been yingxing's love language. he'd crafted so many beautiful things with his skilled hands, and given them to those closest to his heart. dan feng himself had so many things that his beloved had created, and jing yuan, too, still has that little lion, and of course, his starfall reverie. he had loved all of the things that yingxing made, and dan feng had as well, still does, had loved being spoiled by him and spoiling him in return.

blade's reaction, however, makes dan feng gasp as he's pinned back to the rock, that cock driving deep. his hands slide over his ample chest, squeezing, then upward, arms coiling around his shoulders. after all this time, his beloved still smells the same. ]

Mmm. Both of them.

[ he teases softly, his thigh hooking over blade's hip as his own rock forward, taking him deeper with a low groan. as for his further words, they sting dan feng's heart. that he cannot remember what he enjoyed, all the things that they did together, all the love that they shared.. it makes him want to weep. instead, he smooths his hands through blade's dark hair, scratching at his scalp. ]

You liked to be rough. You liked when I sucked your cock. You liked when I told you how good you were.

[ prideful man.. but dan feng was just as bad. ]

[Blade grips Dan Feng's hips and begins dragging him deep on his cock and then begins to slowly rock into him, keeping the other man still as he takes him leisurely for the moment.]

Rough sounds right... [Picturing the face in front of him sucking his cock also seems right.] Yingxing was a prideful man. [Some small things are starting to click into place.] When it came to his craft. His partner. How he would take said partner.

[He removes the bandages hand from Dan Feng's hip to make an attempt to grip the back of his head, forcing his fingers to curl and fist the long dark hair, tilting the vidyadhara's head upward to look at him.]

In the little time we have here... Show me. Show me and I will try and hold onto it for when we meet again.

[For when they meet one last time as three. His promised death. Jing Yuan's inevitable fall to mara. Dan Feng, too, must be near the end of his life... It would be nice to enjoy their final in full.]

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