an intentional moment of lapse in the barrage, but it’s clear this won’t last. the rift remains open.
come on, descender, sister of the unwelcome, thing of the stars, 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
he sees that change, can feel the pull himself through the abyss. or perhaps push is the better word? it feels like both; he thinks of collapsing stars, of pulsars and white dwarfs and brilliant suns. spectacular. he wants to see more of that - pushes her
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she's done nothing but screech this whole time, and it's a miracle she hasn't caused an avalanche yet. dimly, she wished she did, if only to offer herself a way out. if, by some other miracle, it took him out too, she wouldn't complain.
alas, she's faced with someone who knows
in his own way to reveal herself.
weapons appear from constellations, even some that don’t make sense for a human hand to hold, and streak towards her as he swings his blade at her, forcing her to stay on the defense for full straight minutes.
and then he breaks away,
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luxury? it was pure torture. but i suppose it could explain why i’m always so on edge.
( he squinted. )
we just held hands. you better* not forget my name.
well not everyone had the luxury of getting stuck in the shadow of the moon. i had to meet people and fight things and explore - kind of puts a different breath of life into you.
don’t get used to it. i might forget your name in the morning.
she can use teyvat’s elements like her brother did, then, and seems comfortable with anemo. what else can he force her to pull out?
“ descender,” he rumbles, and it sounds like a rockslide. that should be enough incentive to get her to drop the act.
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she bit down a touch harder when he swung the blade (and her) into the air, then lets go right before he brings it back to the ground. the momentum has her careening through the air, her landing cushioned by anemo.
"can't a traveler gather flowers in peace these days?!"
he raises his hand and above his fingers splits open the air, beautiful stars in that gap. and above the traveler’s head is an similar tear, arcing above her like a massive crescent. stars adorn the tear as well - and several claymores that rip down
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