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he presses their foreheads together, a warmth spreads through their body and slowly- the jack opens his eyes (old and solemn and yet oh so gentle for this little one in front of him) and softens at the cold tears dripping onto their conjoined hands.
"feli" he whispers the name, so filled with promise and hope. "if you cry a lot more, you might lose your nose from sniffing to hard." the answer to his words was a stern bite against his fingers, small incisors barely making a dent and amber eyes stares at him filled with tears.
the ancient one couldn't stop his laughter at the rare show of anger. a fight coming from a coward, and as weak it maybe, it only proves to soften the cold dead heart of his. "mian mian, come on now, you'll hurt yourself." his tongue curls around the unfamiliar usage of the language most Hearts uses, pressing heavily against his Is and his Us to create a weight in them. the flighty tone of Spades slipping through his lips as he speaks comforts and sweet nothings to the young in front of him.
feli's eyes trembles, slowly releasing his teeth from his hands. a small tongue flicks forward- to lick the wounds its owner had inflicted and yao (old, ancient, unforgiving yao) catches it between his hands. the alarm in his companion's eyes flashes away as quick as it had appeared and he sees (omnipotent, uncaring, divine yao) the swallow of a cry, he smiles.
a scarred thumb presses down on the soft wet flesh and yao smiles, gentler at the sight of droplets of tears dripping down against tanned flesh and he sighs. (cold, unmoving, unrelenting yao) he presses their foreheads together harder and let's go, bringing his stained fingers to his lips, licking it while staring without shame.
sweet.
yao (cruel, unmoving) presses his nose against the warm cheeks of the human in front of him. "feli" he murmurs "dear one"
sweet one, loved one, soft one, small one-
"worry not. i will handle your fears" and yao holds him tight. "no one will harm you here."
and if they try- yao (the blue dragon, war god of the heavens, immortal guardian of the prideful islands) will strike lightnings and blades upon them. for none will stay and live.
none. for yao still breaths and carries a fragment of god in his chest. and his heart chases after the scent of sunshine and sweet honey.