[ when the swarm of cherry blossoms lands in full, when the spectres retreat like a terrible nightmare, and when the barrier goes down and cold tundra hair kicks up once more, kaeya is left empty-handed, polaris at his side, still raised hackles and licking his jaws. he looks down at the dust as it dissipates, down at his boots, at the tumbled shape that rochalΓzo's body left on the ground.
he steps through it pointedly once, polaris rigid, ears pricked forward and tail straight as he follows not beside kaeya, but behind. he is growling, low and deep as they emerge slowly. ]
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he steps through it pointedly once, polaris rigid, ears pricked forward and tail straight as he follows not beside kaeya, but behind. he is growling, low and deep as they emerge slowly. ]