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part one, part two, part three. this a part four. this is so accidentally long but hickies as promised, w a brief return out touch starved steve <3 mwah!

Eddie is sure his kiss tastes of uncertainty.

He can’t help the way his lips betray his nervousness in their obvious restraint. He knows he had been far more enthusiastic last night, eagerness behind every kiss. This kiss is… softer. Shyer.

He can’t help it. Because even though Steve said yes, had maybe flattened Eddie’s heart by adding a please, Eddie’s still… unsure. Still worried. Still waiting for a punch to come because that’s what happens to boys who kiss boys.

But… Steve’s hands are still holding onto Eddie’s wrists, keeping them in their place where they cup Steve’s face so gently. When Eddie had leaned in, lips grazing Steve’s, he had felt the other’s tightening grip like a silent prayer, saying come close, stay close. Even now, the grip around Eddie’s wrists holds firm.

Though it’s the last thing he wants, Eddie breaks the kiss. He draws back, savouring the moment — the sweetness of Steve’s lips for what might be the final time — with his eyes shut tight. Did I do it right this time? He thinks, he hopes. Can I kiss you and keep you?

“I’m…” Steve starts, his voice a whisper. Eddie’s eyes open. His fingers flex along Steve’s jaw instinctively. “Really confused.” Steve admits quietly.

His face is reserved. Only slight ripples of anxiety peek through. The crinkle between his brows speaks of his abundance of confusion. Eddie’s eyes drink in every expression and he can’t stop help how his eyes catch back on Steve’s lips. He stares when Steve speaks.

“I thought you— I thought you didn’t want…”

“Didn’t want this?” Eddie echoes, with a tone of incredulity, eyes darting back up to look Steve in the eye. He punctuates the last word with another touch, the pad of his thumb touching Steve’s bottom lip bravely.

Steve shivers. His eyes flutter for a moment, in a way Eddie has come to know means his strange aversion to touch is flaring up but — but Steve’s hands keep Eddie from moving away when he tries. Steve nods slowly.

Eddie swallows — tries to push down the ache to kiss him again. They’re still twisted; Steve still doesn’t get it.

Neither does Eddie though. He can’t even imagine what Steve came over to apologise for. What mental gymnastics he had put himself through to somehow be the one who needs to apologise in this situation.

“Where the fuck,” Eddie breathes softly, with an appalled chuckle, letting Steve know he wasn’t mad. Wasn’t in the slightest bit annoyed, only confused. “Did you get that idea?”

Beneath his hands, Eddie can feel Steve’s cheeks grow hotter. The colour soon follows, a glorious crimson that fills the apples of his cheeks. And sure, fine, okay, sue Eddie if he enjoys the sight a little too much. Steve all flushed in the face, ears definitely warmer than they were a second ago.

Steve starts to stammer. “You— You sounded annoyed when I was leaving.” His brows are nearly touching in the middle, drawn together in concern. “I thought you were regretting—“

Eddie interrupts to clarify, suddenly aware of where they’d gotten so muddled. “I sounded annoyed because you were leaving, Steve. Not…”

Not because you asked for a kiss. Eddie’s throat dries up. He can’t say it aloud, not just yet. The words dance on the tip of his tongue. Eddie doesn’t trust himself not to fumble them.

Even though, Steve’s sudden departure had been due to a genuine misunderstanding, Eddie can’t— he’s not… He’s got to be realistic with himself, just in case. Not say too much too soon.

Steve reads into the silent lull in Eddie’s words and in an instant, his eyes are widening in understanding. Somehow, his cheeks glow even warmer.

“Oh,” Steve says, the word doused in relief, in understanding. “Oh my god—“

The rest of his sentence is lost as a car drives by, tires groaning loudly along the tar road. It serves as a quick reminder of where they are. In public, in such close proximity. Eddie steps back instantly, hands ripping away from Steve as a lick of panic runs up his spine. His eyes track the pale blue car down the road.

They were covered by the van but, still.

“C’mon,” Steve says softly, calling to catch his attention.

The panic wavers wildly for a moment before eventually relenting, Eddie dropping his shoulders as he turns back to Steve. He’s delighted to find Steve is no less red in the face.

Steve clears his throat, “We can call a tow back at yours.”

He gestures to his car, an invitation, with a smile. Eddie’s not even sure he’s meant to say something so reassuring; a mixture of the use of we and the implication Steve would come back home with him. Would come inside.

Eddie can’t help how he ogles at Steve. He’s doing another once-over to make sure Steve isn’t a mirage about to fade. Maybe Eddie had actually crashed his van when the engine spluttered on him and all this was a weird and extremely vivid coma dream.

Except, Steve doesn’t look perfect — not like a dream would.

Eddie can tell from the flatness of his hair, he likely didn’t sleep well. He’s got a tired but kind smile on. It’s shyer than Eddie’s ever seen before.

He’s still wearing that bright green Family Video vest for Christ’s sake — if Eddie was in a coma, he had some serious self-reflection to do if his brain picked this as his dream-Steve fit.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, with a nod and a smile of his own. “Lemme, uh, lemme just grab my stuff.”

Eddie turns to hide his face before Steve can see it grow into a wild frenzied smile, too gleeful to contain. He pops the driver’s side door and scurries around, grabbing all the essentials; cigarettes, lighters, and tapes with actual good music on them.

Steve’s waiting for him, still in the same spot when he slides the door shut. Eddie works the rusted lock to lock it up. No, Eddie thinks gleefully, this is not a dream.

Steve is surprised it’s not more awkward.

Not that he wants that— honestly, this sweet in-between phase where Eddie keeps glancing over at him, brown eyes longing and like he was checking if Steve was still there, as he talked on the phone, suited Steve just fine. More than fine.

And yeah, okay, maybe Steve swooned a bit when Eddie started twirling the cord of the phone, so much like a lovey-dovey teenage girl that Steve nearly laughed aloud. He wasn’t sure if Eddie even realised he was doing it. Just leant up against the wall, stealing glances at Steve — his fingers fiddling with the cord til they began looping it over and over.

Steve wouldn’t though— laugh at Eddie, that is. It feels pretty much impossible to do anything except sit with all his giddiness, just knowing that… his feelings for Eddie are mutual.

That Eddie hadn’t regretted the kisses in the slightest. That Eddie had wanted Steve for just as long.

It’s achingly sweet to look back on that first hug Steve had asked for — knowing they had both been toeing the line, trying desperately to keep their pining to themselves. Idiots, Steve scoffs to himself affectionately, they were both idiots.

Rerunning the memory of his hasty exit last night is less of a breezy memory. Steve doesn’t want to think too hard about what malicious ideas Eddie’s brain might have spun up to taunt himself.

He must’ve thought that Steve had left for entirely worse reasons. That the reason Steve hadn’t been able to look at him because he thought Eddie was… that he regretted… Steve shakes his head. None of those thoughts are pretty.

And, more importantly, they were untrue. Steve very much liked those kisses. His only regret that night was leaving the way he did. Honest, Steve would have more kisses if he could.

Something scorches across his heart delightfully because he can have more kisses — he just has to ask.

“Okay, thank you so much,” Eddie says appreciatively into the receiver. He dashes another look over at Steve, an apology in the form of his sorry grimace. He focuses back on the phone. “Yeah, I’ll be in tomorrow to see the damage. Thanks, again.”

He sets the phone back in the cradle and for a moment, Steve can’t see his face. Can’t see any of the nervous contemplation. Eddie finally seems to grasp his courage and spins, fixing Steve with a smile.

“Um,” He says, a nervous chuckle leaking through. Eddie moves closer but he moves all skittish, one of his sneakers catching on nothing. He stumbles just a bit, taking a quick seat on the couch arm beside Steve.

“Wh—“ Eddie starts to say. He huffs another nervous chuckle, one hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “This might be a stupid question but what… now?”

Steve thinks for a moment. He’s considering how to go about this when Eddie blurts out in a hopeful tone— “More kissing?”

There’s an unspoken please. Steve revels in the blush that follows the words.

He smirks up at Eddie, eyes tracing the bloom of pink on his cheeks. “What? On the couch, like I’m some common whore?”

“You seemed to have no problem with it last time, my liege.” Eddie points out dramatically, all with a grin.

“And I have no intention of repeating last time.” Steve counters. Then frowns.

“Well, except for the good part.” He corrects himself. “The first part! Just- Christ, can we go to your room instead, please?”

Eddie’s on his feet in an instant. He brings his hand up to his forehead and gives a salute with enough force to rip his arm off. Then marches down the hall and disappears into his room without waiting for Steve.

Steve thinks the nerves might be getting to him.

He walks the steps he’s walked a hundred times before, crossing into Eddie’s room and pressing the door shut behind him.

Eddie’s sat on the bed, criss-cross apple sauce style. He’s kicked his sneakers off — one’s by Steve’s foot, the other on the other side of the room.

Steve swallows and toes off his own shoes. He approaches the bed, climbing on gingerly and folding his limbs to match Eddie. That familiar swoop of nerves sits oh-so present in the pit of his stomach. Steve tries to think of it as a good thing — it’s good to have something so good that he’s nervous in his excitement.

For a moment, they just sit. Staring at one another. One of Eddie’s fingers is digging into the rips of his jeans, toying with the loose strands. It gives away his restless energy.

Steve waits. He asked last time and he knows — he knows Eddie wants to kiss him. But a small part of him…

“Why is this so hard?” Eddie blurts out all of a sudden. Like before, the words seem like they’ve come out without Eddie realising, but he barrels on. “Shit, I’m so fucking nervous. You make me so nervous, Steve.”

Eddie’s eyes won’t settle. They dart around. Move from Steve’s eyes to his lips, down, to the bed sheet beneath them. Like he still isn’t sure if he’s truly allowed to look. His admission makes Steve sorta wanna roll over and scream into the pillow. In a good way.

“I’m— Me too," Steve admits, a smile curling at his lips. “The- fuck, the way I feel about you honestly scares me shitless.”

Eddie seems to be both chuffed and relieved at his words.

“But I… want to kiss you,” Steve says assuredly. The next sentence he poses as a question, words a little more hesitant. More nervous. “And… and you want to kiss me?”

Across the bed, Eddie grabs a piece of his hair, twisting it nervously as he pulls it to cover his face. His usual nervous tell. Steve can’t help how he breaks into a grin when Eddie nods fervently.

“Cool.” Steve breathes. Then mentally smacks himself for saying cool. He tries to recover but Eddie beats him to it, with a question of his own. “Can I kiss you now?”

Steve answers by shuffling closer, til their knees are touching and then — like beside the road earlier — mimics the touch Eddie had given him.

Hands on either side of Eddie’s face, gentle as they curl under his jaw. Steve can feel the curls of his hair tickling at his fingertips. Another inch forward and he’d be burying his hands in Eddie’s hair. Steve bookmarks that urge for later.

Eddie looks nervous. Steve is undoubtedly making it worse, taking his time like this. But he can’t help it.

He wants to look — wants to stare, wants to devour every detail of Eddie’s face. Commit it to memory so he can picture it with his eyelids closed. What Eddie Munson looks like while waiting for a kiss.

The amount of affection that swells in Steve’s chest hits like a sucker-punch, enough he sucks in a tiny breath. He can see the smallest quiver in Eddie’s lip.

“You gonna stare all day, Harrington?” Eddie teases, but it lacks conviction when the words wobble a bit.

“Just enjoying the view,” Steve remarks, and then, finally, he kisses Eddie.

It’s the floodgate. It’s a frenzy, kiss after kiss after kiss, the softness of them slipping away in lieu of making up for missed time. Steve kisses every apology onto Eddie’s lips and he receives forgiveness a dozen times back. It’s bliss.

Eddie’s a very enthusiastic partner, to say the least. He’s a little messier with his kisses, hands gripping the front of Steve’s shirt tightly, pressing forward in a way that pushes Steve back— but Steve certainly doesn’t mind. He removes his hands from Eddie’s face to lower himself back, elbows against the comforter as Eddie follows eagerly.

For a moment, a sprout of doubt pulls them apart. Eddie hovers, not getting too close. “This is… this is okay?”

Steve grabs him by the collar and tugs him down, meeting him in the middle for another kiss. It’s a fat unanimous yes. Something glows hot in his chest when Eddie smiles into the kiss. Grins even. In fact, he has to take a moment to cheese it out, his face tucked into hiding against the crook of Steve’s neck.

Steve doesn’t mind. His hand strokes idly over Eddie’s hair, twisting in with the curls. He lets him take his time, lets Eddie work back up the nerve to kiss him again, except— with a gasp, Steve squirms at the sudden kiss on his neck, hot and soft.

“I think you were the one overdue for a hickie,” Steve breathes, hands threading through Eddie’s hair gently. He doesn’t pull him away though; lets Eddie figure out the best way to scrape his teeth against Steve’s skin as best he likes.

“Uh huh,” Eddie murmurs, barely heard. He’s too distracted.

“Eddie,” Steve tries, but it comes out far too close to a sigh. He tries again, this time with a proper tug to pull Eddie back from him.

It’s a bit of leftover King Steve the way he manoeuvres the both of them, rolling deftly so it’s Eddie upon his back and Steve hovering above him. Eddie manages to look both impressed and disgruntled at once.

Steve doesn’t let him get a word out. The pale stretch of skin down Eddie’s neck has been calling his name for too long and Steve is hungry for it. He grants Eddie one, two, three more kisses on his lips before he’s moving down.

He’s just getting started, lips pressed to hot skin when it happens. Eddie’s hands move up, skirting barely up and under Steve’s shirt, fingers searching. The unpleasant aversion prickles under Steve’s skin.

He locks up. He’s unable to do anything but; it feels helpless even as he tries to shake it off but he knows, he knows Eddie can feel it as he grows rigid under the touch.

It’s worse when Eddie tries to reel his touch back in. Steve wants to cry with frustration because it’s not Eddie— it’s fucking him.

“Don’t,” Steve pleads, his hand diving down to catch Eddie’s wrist and holding it there. He knows Eddie’s watching him closely, even as Steve’s eyes scrunch shut and he fights to fend off the uncomfortable feeling attempting to make home under his skin.

“It’s…” Steve wills himself to look Eddie in the eye, hoping the sincerity bleeds through his words. “It’s not you, Eds. Just— fuck, just… give me a second, okay?”

He releases Eddie’s wrist. Eddie nods, a minuscule motion. His brown eyes are watching Steve closely, darting all over his face wildly and after a moment, they still on his lips. Eddie makes a decision and pushes forward, planting a tender kiss on the corner of Steve’s mouth.

“S’okay,” He assures. Then gives Steve another kiss, this time on the lips, slow and sweet. Steve drinks it in, tries to savour the feeling of being kissed by someone who wants him. Wants him in every way they can have him. It's maddening.

Eddie’s hand moves an inch cautiously, testing the waters as his fingertips trace the skin of Steve’s tummy. He doesn’t flinch when Steve stiffens up again.

Like he can sense the frustration building up in the other boy, he captures Steve’s lips with his gently. Whispers against them again as soothingly as he can. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

It’s like the words run across the raised hackles of Steve’s soul, soothing and seeping out the tension from every muscle. Steve can feel himself relax under the words. Feels something inside him wobble and then tip over, finally soothed, finally settled.

This time when Eddie’s hand grazes along his waist, Steve shivers in a good way— and leans in closer, kissing back. His hands clutch back at Eddie’s hair, raking through to grip it sweetly. He tugs, jerking Eddie’s chin up and exposing his throat.

“Can I…” Steve begins. It’s a tease.

“Shut up,” Eddie grinds out, hands fixed on Steve’s waist. Now he knows he can touch, that Steve isn’t tensing up or flinching away, his hands are rabid. Hungry. They crawl across the skin, leaving hot scorch marks behind that tingle delightfully. “This hickie is so overdue.”

Steve grins wolfishly.

Eddie’s neck is a thorough shade of violet by the time he’s done, chest heaving. He looks devilishly handsome when Steve pulls back to admire his work and he barely gets a moment before Eddie’s back on him, lips hot against Steve’s own.

“My go.”

This time when Steve’s getting ready to leave, he half-heartedly pulls on his shoes. It’s a pitiful attempt to slow down the inevitable. He can’t believe leaving is harder this time; maybe it’s more to do with the hickies adoring his own neck and collarbones.

“Hey, I-“ Steve starts, already feeling flush in the face. Eddie’s watching him pack his stuff up, still pink in the face, but so evidently content with himself. He’s laid back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head. He’s showing off the dark lovebites on his skin, neck craned proudly.

“Mm?” Eddie hums, a cheeky smile on his face.

“When I— Robin.” Steve says, flashing a hand to his neck. “She’s- she’s probably gonna ask.”

Steve swallows. He somehow gets the feeling Eddie already knows what he’s going to ask — that he’s waiting for him to say it. Eddie’s grin says as much.

“And when she does, I—“ Steve continues, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. The kisses on it tingle beneath his own touch. “Can I… call you my boyfriend?”

Eddie glows. It’s the only word for the excited laugh that punches out of him, like a gleeful goblin.

Steve thinks he might just be falling all over again when Eddie rolls over and buries his face in his pillow. He pretends for Eddie’s sake not to hear his muffled shout that’s almost a squeal. His cheeks are ruby red by the time he sticks his face back out, his grin so wide it makes his eyes crinkle in the corner.

“Yes,” Eddie says, voice giddy. “Yes, please.”

And Steve’s so fucking glad he asked for that stupid hug way back when, because got a gremlin-level of affectionate boyfriend now to show for it.

and that's likely a wrap on the can i series for now ! i had an inkling of an idea for future but tbh i wasn't supposed to write this i like have 7 other fics callin my name. but alas! thank u so very much for the love on this, whether sending kisses to my touch starved self or talking bout needing a hug too in the tags <3 hopefully this heals all the right places <3 mwah my loves

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aetherose · 1 month

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Elysia, the Herrscher of Origin, the Eyes of Finality, the Founder of the Flame-Chasers, the Herrscher of Human, the woman whose power is second only to Kevin. She bears an incredible amount of strength, which she rarely shows the true potential of, due to how she is constantly holding back and only takes some fights seriously. She even dislikes fighting in general, except for fights that are purely for fun. Her abilities are thusly numerous, and in order to truly understand her power, let us go over them, starting with the differences her body has from a human.

Note: Only abilities applying to Elysia's Base Form are usable by the SIM version of herself in the Elysian Realm, as the SIM version of herself lacks access to either of her Herrscher Forms until the events of the Elysium Everlasting Arc. I mainly play the real Elysia however, so this isn't too important.

This post will more than likely be updated over time with new observations.

Elysia's Physiology — Base Form

Elysia's body is not human, but it is certainly a close mimicry of a human's. Formed from Imaginary Energy by Elysia when she chose to go against her creator, the Cocoon of Finality and the Honkai, in order to help humanity, she made it close to human in order to get to live like a human. She has most normal bodily functions and capabilities that a human does, but most of the functions aren't necessary. She doesn't age past the age of adulthood, she doesn't need to breathe, she can't die of hunger, she can't die of dehydration, and she can't die from extreme temperatures.

When it comes to hunger, she still feels it, but much less frequently, and she can't grow to feel extreme hunger. Her body will ultimately use Imaginary Energy as an energy source if there isn't anything else to use. However, food is still beneficial for her, though if she forgets to eat for days to even weeks she won't really notice. Thirst she feels and she does need water, but much less than a human and ultimately she won't die if she goes without water.

With temperature, when feeling the cold it affects her a good amount less than normal due to her powers have an ice attribute to them. Her body is slightly colder than a normal person's on a daily basis, but not by much in this form; her body gets much colder when using her powers in this form, but not to an extreme degree. Heat she feels at a normal level to humans. However, with both the cold and heat, even at their extremes they cannot kill her nor affect her too badly beyond perhaps slight numbness or wooziness from the cold or heat respectively.

As for sleep, Elysia needs to sleep less than a human does, bearing much more stamina than a normal person. However, even she needs to rest eventually, on average needing 5 hours, but she may need much more depending on various factors like whether she fought and how long she's gone without sleep. She does have a tendency to sleep longer though, just because she's comfortable and doesn't feel like getting up, and she tries to maintain sleep habits close to humans in general.

Elysia's body is static in it's appearance when it comes to potentially gaining or losing weight, gaining muscle, and things of that nature. Though she isn't immune to issues the body she made causes her, such as back issues from her large chest. She is capable of physically changing her body at will to a degree, such as having given herself elf ears in order to fool people into thinking she had the MANTIS surgery, and she can also change her hair and eye color at will.

However, large changes are difficult to potentially nigh-impossible accomplish due to her having had to fine-tune her body during its initial creation to get it to function properly. If she changes anything too big, she might break the body entirely. It'd also of course raise suspicions. Also, Elysia's ears are very sensitive, both in the context of more intimate activities and in the context of hurting her if you aren't careful. They are also able to move according to her mood, drooping if she's upset and being upright if she's happy.

Elysia's Physiology — Both Herrscher Forms

In both of her Herrscher Forms; Human Form and Origin Form; all of Elysia senses are much more dulled and she's much less close to a human. She is completely immune to feeling temperature, she feels pain to a lesser degree, her body is inhumanly cold, she doesn't feel hunger, even the feeling of touch is a bit dulled. However, she doesn't fully realize a lot of it precisely because she can't feel it, and because she uses her Herrscher Forms quite rarely, so she hasn't investigated it's full effects on her body.

Elysia was born a Herrscher whose body is just a mimicry of a human, which means that a lot of additional effects her Herrscher Forms would have if she were a human turned into a Herrscher are already built into her body from the get-go, such as not needing to breathe. Thus, there isn't too much else to say on her Herrscher Forms, allowing us to move on to her actual capabilities.

Elysia's Powers — All Forms - Skills, Equipment, Etc

Without speaking of her powers granted by being a Herrscher, Elysia by herself is already an incredibly skilled individual. Even without a weapon, she is physically very strong and able to fight with her bare fists. She is a master of countless weapons, having once used the 6th Divine Key, Abyss Flower, but believed it wasn't cute enough, and ultimately settled on her main weapon being a bow. Her favorite and signature bow is not even a Divine Key, but one she calls Whisper of the Past, shown in the icon above, which was custom-made to fit with her tastes.

She's fast; so fast you at times can't even see her, even if not quite as fast as fellow Flame-Chaser Sakura; and agile, and immensely durable despite claiming to be a 'delicate maiden'. Though she is mainly ranged, she does have a rapier as a secondary weapon in case a target gets too close. She's a very elegant fighter, but one who holds herself back just because she focuses quite a lot on 'cuteness' over 'efficiency', alongside the fact she wants to avoid anyone figuring out she's a Herrscher. But even so, she's still a highly trained combatant who can take care of opponents easily without using any additional powers.

It should be further noted Elysia isn't as foolish and oblivious as she may seem at a glance. She's much more intelligent than she lets on, much more observant. Though she prioritizes 'cuteness' when she fights and rarely takes fights seriously, she still can be rather strategic when she desires, and she's quite clever. If she weren't, she probably would've been discovered as a Herrscher a long time ago, even with her Authority of Origin helping her avoid that coming to pass. She keeps calm when fighting and doesn't allow her emotions to influence her much in combat, able to keep her cool even when faced with a seemingly hopeless fight, staying rather cheerful even in face of severe agony or the possibility of death. It's almost to the point of being unsettling.

Elysia's Powers — All Forms - Crystal Manipulation & Ice Attribute

The most recognizable ability of Elysia is by far her manipulation of crystals, products of Honkai Energy that she can use in various ways, that aren't exactly made of ice, but some part of them bears an attribute of ice within them. In her Base Form, she utilizes them through crystalline drones of sorts, that allow her to create various structures of crystals, including large that release waves of purple and pink energy periodically, though she can only make a few at a time. Her arrows are also made of these crystals.

She can make these crystals explode on command into shards, and is even able to make lasers of concentrated Honkai Energy via her crystal drones. She is able to trap targets within her crystals as well, whether by directly trapping a part of their body, or in order to trap their whole body she 'plants' crystalline 'seeds' and progressively uses her abilities to allow these 'seeds' to 'blossom', her target temporarily being completely trapped within a crystal when they 'blossom'. If Elysia is severely wounded, once in a 24-hour period she can heal herself back to full health by encompassing herself within a crystal for a minute and then being able to return to fighting immediately after that minute is up. It is very difficult to interrupt this process as the crystal is very durable, but it can be done, and it leaves Elysia extremely weakened if this occurs.

She can also use crystals to create crystalline shields, and even create a large crystalline dome encompassing a certain area, and then have her arrows ricochet across the dome to hit her target multiple times. She can shoot multiple crystal arrows from her bow as well, able to send out barrages of five to eight crystal arrows at once. Given the ice attribute of her crystals, they are weakened by fire or heat-related abilities in general, but in either of her Herrscher Forms this weakness requires Kalpas or even hotter level heat to have more than a marginal effect. Since there's little else to put this as it's rarely used and lacking in information, Elysia is also able to entire a pseudo Active Honkai Reaction form that takes the shape of a manta ray, that she can fly around in and release lots of differing projectiles.

Elysia's Powers — Herrscher of Human Form

Elysia's first Herrscher Form, shortened to Human Form, where she uses a large portion of her actual power as a Herrscher to empower most of her abilities. She gains the capability to fly and no longer needs to use her drones to utilize her crystal manipulation, able to use it at will in various ways. She’s even faster in this form and on top of being inhumanly cold as previously stated, she radiates cold due to using much more of her actual power, even if she isn’t Herrscher of Ice cold. Whisper of the Past also turns into the Key of Ego. This form is effectively a much more powerful version of her Base Form with not all that many differences.

Elysia's Powers — Herrscher of Origin Form

The pinnacle of Elysia's power, this form, shortened to Origin Form, is the form Elysia took when she was the Eyes of Finality known only as Origin, and is the manifestation of the full power of the Authority of Origin. She stops using a bow entirely, switching to a staff that allows her far better control of her crystal manipulation and lets her manifest her power in various other forms. These include waves of purple energy, various differing projectile barrages, and even manifesting an entire domain of her own that she has control over, as well as having a manta ray companion that fights with her.

Elysia is even colder in temperature in this form, her domain also being immensely frigid due to it being a simulacrum of outer space during the beginning of the universe based on her own memories. She uses ice much more prominently in this form and she uses lasers much more. Her manta ray lurks beneath the surface of the domain and crashes up through it as an attack, and sometimes opens cracks in the domain in order to shoot patterns of projectiles. There are various star-themed attacks she uses and the sheer power she bears in this form is beyond what has come before.

Elysia's Powers — All Forms - Perfect Mind Control & Defying Fate

The true power of the Authority of Origin, that being Elysia's ability to permanently alter someone's very self, their 'ego'. She can fundamentally change them as a person, change their current emotions, alter their memories, or make them do something she wants, via changing them mentally.

It's ultimately a mind link where Elysia links her mind with the other person's, and is a form of mind control, called 'perfect mind control', because she changes the person in a way where control no longer has to be exerted upon them and they remain the way Elysia wants them to be from there forward. Not even Elysia can reverse the changes she makes, only able to change the person again to a new state that resembles their previous one, but is ultimately different.

Because it is a mind link, those who have a strong enough will and enough power to notice and therefore resist the changes Elysia is trying to place onto them are able to invade Elysia mind in retaliation, leading them to be able to see her thoughts and memories and even hurt her within her mind. However, this is difficult due to Elysia being very skilled within the mind. She otherwise has her mind completely walled off to invaders, unable to be read at all.

The other aspect of the true power of the Authority of Origin is the ability to defy fate. As the former Eyes of Finality, Elysia was an observer who reported to Finality of what had occurred within Earth's samsara and thusly was an anomaly when she descended onto Earth.

None can read her fate because she has no fate, she is a being who is always excluded from the threads of destiny because she was never supposed to live her own life This grants her the chance to change fate and even destroy its threads, however the latter of which costs her life to accomplish due to the sheer power she must use.

However, she will always choose to use her Authority to help humanity however she can. If it ultimately costs her life, so be it; her unending love for her humanity means she will endure whatever she must, so that humanity might triumph, and live on bravely.

#&& headcanons / man is always prey to his truths #&& c. elysia / miss pink elf #SCREAMS INTO THE SUN ITS FINALLY DONE OH GOD. OVER 2K WORDS DEAR LORD #if anyone has any questions regarding elysia's abilities after this post feel free to ask

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