You. A member of the Astral Express.

Blade. A stellaron hunter.

Once lovers, then separated by an awful thing called death. You, back when he was Yingxing, had left him so suddenly and he had never felt anything more painful.

Blade had grown cold; isolated. He pushed away all that dared to come close.

Yingxing had fallen. Blade had risen.

Yet he met you; Blade had fallen for you all over again. He figured he could heal as the years went by: mourn quietly behind closed doors and - maybe - learn to love again. Yet you came back; alive and well in another life.

Blade rests beside you in secret, watching as your fingers explored his bandaged, strong arms. His muscles rippled beneath your touch, one arm tucked under his head while his other rested atop your waist. He watched you quietly, his gaze soft and full of adoration.

Blade leaned close, kissing your forehead. He knew if the either of you were caught with the other, you’d both get in trouble - with the Astral Express and Stellaron Hunters. Maybe you’d be forbidden to see him ever again.

Yet in that moment, Blade felt loved and safe. He believed in everything good in this world - because everything good lies in his arms.