day 1: #caelus
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day 1: #caelus
#honkaistarrail #art
They don't remember how they decided to fight like this. Dan Heng and Caelus became lovers 6 months later in their 2nd Year at the Death Meister Weapon Academy. They had always been compatible on the battlefield and their synergies with each other were so good they might as well
They don't remember how they decided to fight like this. Dan Heng and Caelus became lovers 6 months later in their 2nd Year at the Death Meister Weapon Academy. They had always been compatible on the battlefield and their synergies with each other were so good they might as well
dan heng only realizes that he might’ve messed up somewhere along the line when he realizes that caelus isn't replying to him.
he keeps an eye on his phone, in case caelus is simply preoccupied with something else at the moment, but a response does not come no matter how long he waits.
dan heng only realizes that he might’ve messed up somewhere along the line when he realizes that caelus isn't replying to him.
he keeps an eye on his phone, in case caelus is simply preoccupied with something else at the moment, but a response does not come no matter how long he waits.
(romantic fluff)
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caelus hadn't anticipated that dan heng would end up joining him on a late night snack run on the express' communal area.
well, 'running into' is a more accurate description.
(romantic fluff)
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caelus hadn't anticipated that dan heng would end up joining him on a late night snack run on the express' communal area.
well, 'running into' is a more accurate description.
“march? do you have any idea where caelus has gone?”
dan heng's eyes scan the parlor as he enters the carriage, the frown on his face deepening when the only one he spots inside is march. she’s on the couch and sipping at a glass of juice, scrolling on her phone with her other hand.
“march? do you have any idea where caelus has gone?”
dan heng's eyes scan the parlor as he enters the carriage, the frown on his face deepening when the only one he spots inside is march. she’s on the couch and sipping at a glass of juice, scrolling on her phone with her other hand.