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He Xuan (贺玄) ([personal profile] esurientabyss) wrote in [community profile] crescentview2023-02-03 12:41 pm

A foreboding feeling fills this place... (Feb - March Closed Threads for He Xuan)

🌊Who: He Xuan, and peeps.
🌊What: Dating, other potential misc. stuff that's coming up.
🌊When: February - March.
🌊Where: Boat, various places on the island.
🌊Warnings: Some NSFW, alcohol. Fun times~



🎃 fall events

childe (tartaglia) | link to trio shenans

mundane/misc. activities
jack vessalius, kaveh, appreciation

⛄ winter time
a talk
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Opening the door to lean on the hinges, Tartaglia strikes a less than formidable figure just standing there in plain view. Hardly a look befitting the murderer he is, leaving it ajar so He Xuan can invite himself inside. ]

Come on in.

[ No other roommates to be concerned about, given that Power and Meowy have recently vacated the premises. Fetching a pitcher of water and a few cups to go on the living room's coffee table, he guides He Xuan to the couch. Go on, take a seat. He'll do the same, dropping into a very squashy armchair. ]

What's the occasion?
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-17 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Came prepared, huh... that's unfair.

[ Upright he goes, stalking into plain view. He really is embarrassed; red, brilliantly red, all over, complexion too pale to hide the flush creeping over him. Tartaglia's reaching for He Xuan before the moment ends; he's nothing short of ruthless with his hand contoured to that cold face, loitering in the closeness. ]

Follow me and you'll have no choice but to keep moving forward. I won't let you live with anything less.

[ Soft, jagged statements, when he's raw with the words, fingers steadier than the gravity of what he's saying. ]

That's what it means to be precious to me. There's no way out of it.

[ Might just be slander, ignoring the cups and pitcher and any decorum to confess, grinding his teeth against any stuttering hesitation until the edge to his inflection melts. ]

Come with me. Stay by my side and witness me tear the world asunder. I'll let you accompany me to the end.
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-19 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Face turned, he leans in and allows the kiss, sinuous and slow, the barest hint of teeth underscoring everything. Then he withdraws, hand slid off of He Xuan's face. It's liminal space, too close and too far. ]

You're sure fond of kisses. What's up with that? I don't have that much experience! I'm pretty innocent, you know.

[ Lip-locking any of the girls in Liyue and Inazuma never even crossed his mind. No time for love or affection or anything that could break the nerves. Romance is a construct incompatible with bloodlust and self-annihilation. Plunking back down in the seat, he helps himself to pouring out a glass straight from the water pitcher.

He's parched, after all. He's also halfway to losing it, so he keeps taking sips of the same cupful, starving to satiate that glass-like itch under his bones, the compulsion to lose himself to violence like an unclutched flame. ]


Fight me. I'd like that rematch today. [ Someone's a foul (legacy) ginger again. ] Win, and... well, let's see. I'll tell you my real name. How about it?

[ But maybe they shouldn't go head-to-head indoors? This place isn't the least bit shabby anymore. No sense demolishing it now. ]
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-27 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Overconfident, are we? Spare me. I'm not nice enough to pretend I didn't hear that! [ Sorry, he's such a mouthy creature, whether he's going by Childe or Tartaglia or even Ajax. ] Still, I can't deny that I'm flattered.

[ It's nice, and sincere, and a lot more than he deserves. So much has he forsaken in the pursuit of strength that he's a little bashful when it comes to the sweet-talking. He really just can't help it, ducked away and grinning a bit to himself. Cherished, huh? Is he really so loved by He Xuan? There's so much warmth filling him that he can hardly withstand it, back up to his feet and roving around the couch where his partner sits. ]

If I win, I want another match. Every week, at that. That ought to keep you on your toes.

[ Rising to stand, he extends his hand. Go on, hold it. You know you want to. ]

And... [ What else is there? Plenty of innumerable, nameless things, but the next request he makes is a small one. ] ... you have to smile more. Seeing you in a good mood puts me at ease.

[ So maybe He Xuan can take a break from all that doom and gloom and live with him. ]

Think that's all I want. [ His desires tend to be very simple. ] Show me everything this time. Hold nothing back.
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-28 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Come on, don't say that. Be happy for your own sake. If you're content with me, I can live with that.

[ As the one to instigating this handhold, Tartaglia's terribly flustered by the tenderness he's shown? Please, this wasn't supposed to happen. Why is he the one getting gun-shy? All of this bravado just folds like a deck of cards, squeezing those cold fingers in return. ]

How you can do such embarrassing things with a straight face, I'll never know...

[ What, does he have a waist that's easy to grab? Stop tempting him to assert dominance by gripping He Xuan's waist back. Given over to griping for all of a moment, he forfeits over that kiss, then slouches where he's seated, hands still conspicuously linked.

After that, Tartaglia reciprocates by coming in for a hug, head lolling on one shoulder. ]


Enough stalling. [ Eughhhh, he craves combat? ] Holding me can come later.

[ But he's still embracing him, anyways. ]
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-03-29 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, if you best me in battle. I don't reward the defeated.

[ No longer cradling He Xuan, he's just lounging there with his cheek on that shoulder, somewhat glum with the fizzled-out prospects of a fight. Awfully neglected, he shuts his gaze and feigns sleep like the annoying little beast that he is, off-kilter and homicidal but mostly in a charitable mood.

When addressed, his eyelids stay shut, breath drifting and absentminded. It isn't a truly sullen look he's wearing on his face, no real displeasure occupying his voice. ]


Fine. May as well wait it out, since you insist. Remember I showed you mercy.

[ Oh, how Tartaglia suffers. ]

What is it?
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-04-05 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Kind of dangerous to give me this.

[ Eyes slid open a fraction and wandering up to regard the knife, he extends his hand to tentatively grasp along the hilt. It's a gleamy, showy thing, all tapering edges and inset jewels, nothing sheathed away. Tartaglia promptly brings the metal-sleek curve of the dagger flush to He Xuan's throat, only a centimeter or so apart.

The moment holds itself like a cord with no slack in it. Press an inch up or down or even diagonally and it'll cut ravenously into the skin, pale as porcelain, and bring blood welling up to the surface. Should he lose his concentration for even a second, the same outcome awaits. Look alive. He's daring a reaction, tempting it on with just his fingers. ]


Thanks. I'll use it.

[ Flopping back down on the upholstery, he turns his sights toward the ceiling. Lobbing the dagger up in the air, Tartaglia tosses it only to catch it, then flings it again. ]

Want to live with me?
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-04-08 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hello, he xuan??????????? ]

Of course I do. Here I thought you'd never ask—

[ Except he's left staring when the painting manifests out of nowhere. Cool, cool. Nearly fumbling his grip on the dagger, he's retreating from that those clinching fingers to jerk upright and off the couch so he can stare at that burning travesty on the wall.

It sure is blasphemous to look at. More than startled, Tartaglia's offended. ]


Isn't that going overboard?

[ Ah, he's tired. Poisoned by exhaustion, if you will, as he shoots hydro so his place doesn't incur burn damage, only for the portrait to suddenly disappear without a trace left behind in its wake? Why is he always being mocked... ]
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[personal profile] sluice 2023-04-20 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Is that actually the case? [ His gaze drifts over, no longer transfixed on the wall. Shrug fallen deep into exaggeration, Tartaglia turns away. ] It's a hard pill to swallow. Weren't the two of us on good terms? She acknowledges my strength...

[ Such a letdown. Glumly striding off down the hallway, Tartaglia keeps the discontentment to himself. He's yanking his boots on by the entryway when he pipes up again. ]

I'll spar with you later. [ Consider the battle postponed. This heretic has to walk the disappointment off. ] Let's grab your things tomorrow. Least I could do is help you move in.

[ Wrenching the doorknob open, he continues to idle just a little longer. Standing in the rectangle of sunlight flooding around him, the words come slow. ]

... It's Ajax, by the way. That's the name I was born with.

[ So this is his concession of defeat. Anyways, Tartaglia's vamoosing after that very goofy incident. Feel free to join him on this stroll as he treks off into the surrounding farmland. ]