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DAN HENG is aware he remains the same.

changes he underwent are all outward; his appearance only shifted to mimic the visage of the imbibitor lunae. nothing has changed about him—none of his beliefs, his perspective on life, his ideals—because he did not let his past overcome him.

(and if he remembers lifetimes with someone who has your face, your personality, your everything— well. it will become a topic for next time.)

"your horns," you sound breathless at the sight of them. "oh, they're beautiful."

he thinks his appearance is not worth the breathless of your voice. it is only a minute change in his looks, something that he can shift out of, but your rapt fascination of his horns swallows all arguments in him.

"are they?"

"they are, they're beautiful. you're beautiful, darling," your hands are on his neck, thumbs on his cheek; touch warm. it is habitual to move closer to you, lips grazing yours—

"dan heng," the call of his name sobers him up. there is something serious in your eyes, but you continue to look at him so fondly. "i would always be with you, no matter what."

something, just something in him rejoices at your words. whatever irrational part sings loudly in his head, it is then silenced, to reply to you.

"that... that means the world to me."

(he does not know his voice has went soft.)