![]() “Humans don’t have wings,” you said, raising a brow. “Confined to such a short lifespan, unable to spread their wings and fly across the skies like they were meant to.” “They are resigned to a cruel fate,” they spoke gingerly, smooth as silk. Getting you to break was always an entertaining game. Mortals were fascinating creatures, and you were no different. “Mm.” Yaoshi tilted their head, watching for even a trace of a reaction. “I may not be one now, but I still retain their traits.” “Mortals are curious,” you replied, watching as Yaoshi took your chin between their fingers, their thumb swiping over your lips. Yaoshi smiled, something akin to laughter escaping their lips. You met their gaze, a gaze that would’ve brought thousands of mortals to their knees, with nothing more than a blank stare. Despite your interrogation, Yaoshi was unphased, tranquil, calm. “Perhaps,” they mused, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. One of their many hands reached out and cradled your face within its hands, careful not to scratch you with their sharpened nails. Their countless eyes, carved into their skin, flickered to you, fixing you with their eternal gaze. Yaoshi raised their head, that ever-sweet smile still on their face. “That immortality you gave them,” you continued, “you do know its consequences, no?” You crossed your arms, fixing them with a steady glare. Your Aeon hummed to themselves, their voice sickly sweet as nectar, but did not speak yet. Shrouded in starlit clouds, the two of you watched as the Xianzhou ships sailed off into the distance, blessed and cursed with hope and immortality. Standing by the Aeon’s side, your tone was withdrawn, yet curious.
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