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失陪了

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The swiftness with which Pengzu threw open the door wouldn't have been so startling if he'd gone out with his siblings, but to have him act that way with his mother was unheard of. The other children quieted as the wooden slab was slammed shut again, and the eldest boy turned and tripped as he tried to reach his father, Zixiao already standing and catching him against his arm. The small hands grasping at his sleeve pulled a worried expression to the patriarch's face, and he was about to ask what had happened when his son began to speak.

"There are armoured men here to see you, bàba, Mǔqīn is out there with them now.”

So soon? He worried, the tense letter he'd received flashing to mind as he hardened his gaze, pulling his child into a reassuring embrace. A calloused hand rested atop soft crimson locks a moment as the exile sent his children away to their bedroom, sparing Princess Zhang an authoritative glance as he nodded to her, trying his best to recall the way he'd armored himself when faced with Ba and Luban. It had been so long since he'd had to don the mask of the Unshakable Heir of the Southlands, but what other choice did he have?

Removing himself from Pengzu, ZIxiao moved toward the door as it was pushed forcefully open a second time, this instance more expected as Lady He strode in quickly, looking more disheveled than he could recall seeing her in a very long time. He wanted to reach out to her, give her some kind of reassuring touch, but to draw attention to her distress would likely only make things worse. Instead, He settled for watching her retreat, confident that she would keep order while he managed affairs here.

"Good evening, sirs," he began, tone heavy and serious as he faced the approaching men, a little surprised at the audacity in approaching his home in full armor with swords at their waists. "How can I assist you?" The question was mostly polite, but he couldn't help the edge his voice took as he eyed each man, reflexes tense as though they might outright attack him at any moment.

A decorated officer stepped forward, brandishing a scroll and reading clearly from it, not a word of introduction or greeting falling from him before he recited the contents of the decree. ”By order of Sun Jun, Regent of the Empire of Wu and acting voice of Emperor Sun Liang, Sun He, under charges of intent of usurpation of the throne and treasonous thought against the Emperor, is given the choice to prove his innocence through suicide, or be brought before the court and receive punishment for his crimes.”

A sharp inhale was all that betrayed the former prince's composure. So, it was just as he'd thought. After Yuanxun's murder, Sun He knew that his own time was likely drawing to a close, and at the time the order of his second exile had come down, he'd thought it merciful. That perhaps his youngest brother, just a year shy of Zixiao's eldest son, might have held some measure of compassion and understanding and talked his new regent into a lesser punishment.

It seemed that such hopes had been misplaced.

”NO!!! My father is innocent! Tell the Emperor he’s innocent!! LEAVE US ALONE AND TELL HIM! What would he want with the stupid throne, anyway?! We’re happy here!!”

Pengzu's shouting from the other room confirmed his fears that the decree had rung throughout the small, poor home. He heard Lady He struggling with the boy, and the soft cries of his daughter and youngest son, and more than anything, he wished he'd been the one to sight these men on the road. To have this filthy business conducted away from the eyes and ears of his innocent children, away from the women who depended on him to protect them. Drawing himself up to his full height, he extended a hand for the decree as Lady He exited the bedchamber, offering a bow to the soldiers at her door, "Apologies, my lord," she murmured to her husband, "I will keep a firmer hand in the future."

The officer relinquished the order, almost as though glad to be rid of it, and Zixiao's tanned digits unrolled the scroll once again to read it for himself. "It's quite all right, my lady," he acknowledged, glancing her way before returning his attention to the writing in his hands. Drafted by a clerk, it would seem. Typical. Trying to keep your hands clean until the very end, aren't you? "I wouldn't expect anything but passion from our son in such a situation." His kind-hearted eldest... what would this do to him as an adult? He had faith that his only child with Lady He would do all that he could to care for his family, tucking away his sorrows and fears to present a strong front for his siblings, but to place that kind of burden on a child... it was more than cruel. "The order has been received," he announced to the small group. "Please wait until tomorrow for-"

"The order must be carried out today," one of the other soldiers interrupted, expression waxing a neutral sadism. "Either you die here, or you die in Jianye.”

Zixiao felt his wife stiffen at his side, the woman beginning to lecture with an incredulous “How dare--”, but another look in her direction was enough to bring Lady He back to her senses, and all the messenger received was an icy glare instead. Rolling the scroll up and retying the official cord, the exile considered his options: Return to Jianye to face a farce of a trial and be tortured or executed; Luban wins. Commit suicide here to prove his innocence, effectively admitting guilt to the populace despite the language of the order; Luban wins.

“If you say it must be today, what you mean is now, is that it?” Bringing himself to his full height, Zixiao stood a head above the armored men, attempting to give himself leverage in negotiation. He had never felt so trapped, so completely ensnared in his life, and his fear made him bold. Stepping forward, the soldiers lowered their spears, their captain stepping back. A coward, the former prince noted, extending the scroll to the man in charge. “Then, let’s have this done with.”

“H-here,” the officer stammered, surely wondering what he would do if the Sun was luring him into a trap. “The regent gave orders. It will be done here.”

Lady He took a sharp intake of breath, shoulders minutely shaking as her eyes darted quickly to the other room where the children were waiting with Lady Teng and Princess Zhang, her husband noting her motions. This couldn’t happen here, he couldn’t allow it. His sons and daughter would not be witness to the sights and sounds of death. “Outside,” he demanded, “at least--”

“No. Here.” The messenger sneered, sensing the exile’s hesitation, “Cooperate, and we’ll leave you in one piece for burial, but resist again, and your family will join you when we put this sorry hovel to the torch.”

That was the ultimatum he’d feared when the order had been delivered, and Zixiao had no rebuttal. His fist shook at his side, fear and anger tensing his frame, although there would be no release. He wildly considered disarming one of the men and fighting his way through them all, how dare they threaten him in this manner? But the regent would be expecting them back with news, and if even a single man escaped...

Mindfully relaxing one muscle group at a time, the emotional armor he’d donned slipped away to reveal the man beneath the mask of Unshakable Heir, a husband and father afraid for his family. Placing a hand on Lady He’s arm, he turned them both to retreat into the house, Zixiao coming to truly feel defeat for the first time in years. When the men stepped forward, he shot a harsh stare over his shoulder, “Allow me my good-byes, gentlemen. I won’t be long.”

The tears on his first wife’s face were the first of many he would face as he explained the situation to his household, barely holding his voice steady as his children clung to him and cried in fear and confusion about injustice. First came De, the most energetic of his sons, bright and quick to laugh. Then his precious and only daughter Mingqi, clever and as beautiful as her mother, followed by his youngest son Jun, held in the arms of a well composed, tear-stained Princess Zhang.

Stepping back, he motioned to his second eldest, Qian. Qian, who had very little memory of the worst of their trials, who was shy and quiet, and relied on his siblings to express himself. What would happen to him when he had to rely on himself? When reading wasn’t enough to prepare him for a life on his own? Lifting the small boy, he wondered idly where the serpent his boy had practically grown up with had gotten to, but shook his head and held tightly to the child, murmuring soft words of love and pride, and as with each before, barely able to let him go.

And finally, it was time to say goodbye to his eldest. His Pengzu, who had maintained his strength and kindness despite being witness to the filth of the imperial court, despite suffering two exiles, despite poverty and uncertainty and betrayal, despite holding so much responsibility... The boy came forward, and Zixiao was struck with an overwhelming fondness-- and fear for his child’s future. Hefting the eleven-year old easily, he spoke softly of responsibility, pushing a smile into his tone to reassure the both of them.

The moment was too short, all moments were too short, but he couldn’t linger. He couldn’t make things more difficult. Setting the boy down, he stepped back in time to see Princess Zhang pass her son to Lady Teng and approach him, fresh tears on her beautiful face as she stood on tip-toe to whisper into his ear.

I will not let you go alone.

His heart wrenched, the former prince understanding the unseen mechanisms behind her decision as he took her hand reassuringly, the Lady’s pale fingers trembling in his grasp as she announced her intent. The atmosphere in the room, already thick with sorrow, grew heavier with the silence of the children and the surprised gasp of the youngest of his wives. With a distant and resolute smile, Princess Zhang turned her attention to Lady He, and extended the offer to join them. All eyes in the the small room shot to the matriarch, who could only decline, and Zixiao nearly smiled in spite of it all. A true woman of the south, the condemned Sun was confident in her abilities to care and guide the household he would be leaving behind.

From the front of the house, the prince heard the shift of armor, and knew his time was up. Casting a fond look around the room, he met seven pairs of eyes, his grip tightening gently around Princess Zhang’s fingertips as he struggled with what his last words should be. What legacy did he want to leave them with? What should a father say to his children before he dies?

“I love you, all of you. Each of you are more precious... than anything in this world. Don’t forget how important you are, cherish yourselves and each other... love each other unconditionally, because family is...” the exile pauses, steadying his voice again as he steels himself to leave, “family is all we have, in the end. Listen well to your mothers, respect them and obey them, and do not ever doubt that you are loved.” The former prince turns away then, slowly placing one foot in front of the other as he exits the room, and it takes more effort to keep his back turned and shoulders square than he’s ever exerted in his life. Princess Zhang seems to sense his difficulty, and it is she who remembers to close the partition between the two rooms, and Zixiao has never been more grateful for her sensitivity and grace than now.

The two make their way back to the entrance, and the Sun takes a final look around their home. Memories assault him with every object or mark, and he wonders if this is what people mean when they say their life flashes before their eyes. As far as final moments go, this isn’t bad, he determines, turning jade eyes on the officer as the exile holds his hand out expectantly.

One of the other men scrambles, and a simple military issue knife is placed into his open palm, and Zixiao finds that he is no longer afraid. Releasing the delicate hand of his wife, the crimson haired man begins to make an offer, but the princess simply shakes her head, a few more tears slipping down her pale cheeks. It isn’t cowardice, he knows, but courage. She will go second and by her own hand, and he leans over and reassures her with a whisper to guide her when she arrives.

The head of household kneels on the floor, clean for now, and pulls the blade from it’s sheath for inspection; sharp. That’s good, all the easier for the lady. Bringing the edge to his throat, the former Prince of Nanyang holds steady and breathes.

In...

Out...

In...

Out....

His arm is faster than his brain, and he notes how much pressure it takes to break through the ligaments and muscle as hot blood pours over his hand and down his chest. Zixiao feels himself slump and then fall, but he only has time to barely register his sudden headache before the encroaching blackness overtakes his vision, and he’s left only with the sounds of the house. The children shifting in the back room, the muffled sobs of Princess Zhang at his side, and roar of a river growing ever distant as his eyes drift closed for the last time.

#tw: suicide #tw:death #bio #fanningtheflamesofwar #orderbeforevirtue #exiledyouth

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An easy laugh followed the widening grin, "The Sun Lai I know won't stand for it, that's for certain. On the other hand, I doubt she's going to go out of her way to try and make friends in order to prevent such tensions in the first place, so it'll be up to you to keep everyone in equilibrium." Zixiao had worried for a moment that the situation was going to devolve into further tension, but despite the size of his son's heart, he knew Pengzu was more level-headed than to let emotion carry him off more than once.

"Aaah, I guess I worded that strangely," the former exile confessed, a mischievous glint entering his gaze, "though who can say, hmm? It might be that someone is so desperate to make friends with you that they'll make the offer, but it's relatively simple to refuse something like that. Lady Zhen had two husbands after she was captured by Cao Pi, so who's to say you don't have the right to share with someone you're close with?"

Ruby locks fell over broad shoulders as Sun He tilted his head in consideration of his eldest's serious tone, gesturing for Hao to take a seat across from him after deciding the conversation may be longer than it would be comfortable to stand for, and malachite orbs found their opposite in amber, gaze steady but serene. "I know you wouldn't be able to, and I think that's part of your dilemma. In your mind -- and as her brother, in mine as well -- she deserves all of your attention and devotion. Although when another woman enters your household, I think you'll accept her for affection's sake as well, and not for political gains. That woman too will deserve everything, but you can't give everything to two people, and more after that."

"I don't know what the situation is between the two of you at the moment, and so I don't have any idea what kind of promise you may have made to her, but I've yet to see anything that looks like mistreatment." A breathy chuckle interrupted the eye contact, irises cast to the floor in thought. "I don't think you have it in you to mistreat anyone, erzi; and besides, you've hardly been out of her company, so if she claims she's being ignored, then you're going to have your work cut out for you after the wedding is over."

"What is best for me is—" Hao cut in almost sharply, intending to follow through with sentiments about following his heart and desires and giving Lai the attention and devotion she wanted and deserved. But, they were just that, weren’t they…? Sentiments, and unrealistic ones, at that. How could any person know what would be "best" for them five, ten, twenty years into the future? True, he loved Lai more than he ever thought possible for a human heart, and Zixiao’s heir could feel with every fibre of his being that his feelings for the tigress would never diminish, but what could he do in the face of tradition and society?

Before he had fallen in love with his fiancée, the prince had expected to go through his years as an adult like any man of rank, taking a wife and concubines as necessary. All in all, he had never really given it much thought — marriage was not a pressing issue in his mind until relatively recently, and while he had hoped for he best, Sun Hao hadn’t expected to fall so completely in love with anyone, let alone so much that the idea of taking another woman — or women — into his household would present such a dilemma for him. To top it off, Baofu appeared to be just as upset at the idea as he was, if not more. She had only recently seemed to accept (or was it resignation?) the fact that her husband would need to bring into their home other women, the statement released after a slew of misunderstandings between them and punctuated by her asking him to promise that he never hurt another woman the same way he had hurt her at that time.

The crimsonet’s mind replayed his father’s monologue as he settled on restarting and making a fresh answer. A small grin began to form on his lips, his arms crossing as he fell into a more comfortable stance, eyes closed. His first response came out quietly, though light in nature.

"As though Lai would let anyone oust her," he chuckled, one eye opening to regard the larger man. "Although when you say ‘husbands’, are you implying that I will be marrying already-married women?" A joke, of course, but it was the best he could do to brighten the mood he had brought down upon them.

A sigh escaped him, his eye closing for a brief moment before twin orbs of gold opened, their gaze lowered to the floor. ”I could not ignore someone in my home, let alone someone I would bring in willingly. Besides—” his volume dropped once more, tones soft and barely audible as he stood up straight, his arms dropping to tuck into his sleeves. ”I made a promise to Lai. Treating another woman in such a way would be breaking my word.”

#orderbeforevirtue

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The question wasn't completely unexpected, but Zixiao felt his expression drop into something softer and more understanding, regardless of the tone he wanted to take. "You're right, in that the classification system has to do with favoritism. However, all of the women in a certain strata should be treated equally, and there with always be ambitious types who wish to move further up." He tried to keep his tone level and factual, it wouldn't do to bring too much emotion into a situation that was still potentially volatile.

"Just because you name Lai empress doesn't mean that there aren't those ladies who will try and push her from your favor; you can't command the other ladies not to be jealous of her, it's impossible to control the hearts of others. In such case, I would say focus all of your attention on your primary wife, and don't give the other ladies any hope of ousting her." Settling his hands against the floor behind him, the former royal leaned back on his palms, chin tilting upward in thought. "However, you can't outright ignore the other women in your household, either, especially those you accept for political motivation. Ignoring them is the same as ignoring their fathers or husbands, in a way, so you'll have to get used to spending small amounts of time with them, in order to please your political allies."

Sun He supposed it was his fault, not being able to instruct his son in these sorts of things when he was younger. This type of system was second nature to Zixiao, and something he'd been able to easily accept when his eldest brother had so suddenly passed away, so explaining it was proving difficult. "Besides, if you're financially caring for them, it's only right to try and make their lives fulfilling, since they won't be able to marry anyone else or lead any other kind of life."

"I tried to set a good example with your mother and the other ladies, of the way things really ought to be done. By the typical system, I should have been giving the bulk of my attention to Princess Zhang, correct? And yet, I relied on your mother the most for difficult things, and Lady Teng was the best cook, but Princess Zhang was the best with money and neither of the others could match her sewing ability." Sitting up once more, Zixiao leaned his elbow against the low desk at his side. "What I'm saying, I suppose, is that you should show attention based on what's best for you. I'm not explaining things very well, but, I hope that you understand my point."

The tiger’s son fell silent and listened to everything the man had to say, weighing his words carefully. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what would be expected of him in the event that Sun Quan accepted him as Crown Prince until Paoyu’s return, or even what was expected should he succeed the throne; It was simply that he just….didn’t want any of that. Maybe he was being selfish. He would be naïve to think that he could ignore nobles, family members, and ministers alike constantly pushing him to take a few women into his household, but…

"I am not upset that you are looking out of me, Bàba," Hao began, the anger from earlier almost completely subsided by now. In the background of his thoughts, he wondered how big of a commotion he had made in his upset state. A pang of guilt ran through the prince, not wanting to have argued with his long-lost father in the first place. "And I fully understand where it is you are coming from. You….have a valid point, and you make more than a compelling argument."

"May I ask you something, though?" His voice came out quietly, head dropping. "Ranking them by wives and concubines and so forth is a system of favouritism in itself, is it not? So even should I take another wife, should not they leave Lai alone if I named her my Empress?" The question was more of a statement than a question, but he left his tone open enough at the end.

#orderbeforevirtue #((whooooo slow replies~))

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Steeling himself against her touch, Zixiao hardened his gaze. This wasn’t necessary, none of it was necessary. “Dahu… I don’t hold any regrets. Short as it may be, I’ve lived my life the way I wanted to, and each step I took was my own decision; if I regretted anything now, I’d be condemning the life I’m so proud of living."

Calloused fingers placed themselves over the delicate hands on his face, pulling them gently from his cheeks, but not releasing her. His grip was firm, but not so harsh as to be painful, allowing her to withdraw at any time she chose; he wouldn't force her to listen. The once-again exile watched his sister's face for her reaction as he spoke, "Xindu is beautiful countryside, I'll be happy to die there. If you want me gone so desperately, Luban, all you had to do was ask. I'll stay out of your way, but please, please..."

Zixiao bowed his head then, squeezing lightly at her fingers, "When you finally ask me to die, please let them come home. Pengzu and Qian won't be any trouble to you, and Lady He will keep them quiet and out of your way for whatever it is you're after. This is my last request, as a man condemned to die."

"Of course I never had the opportunity to say it to you, sister... but I don't hate you for what happened between you, Ba and I. While we're on the subject, I always thought you were too bright for your own good... maybe I should have done a better job as your brother, and channeled those talents into something constructive." - princeofnanyang

To think, he actually had the gall to speak that apology. It had been too late, she knew that. What she did, was already being done. And the lady could only watch as her brothers would perish.

Why hadn’t he seen this sooner? There would be no need for this.

"Brother, you waste what little breath will remain…" Dahu mused, cupping his cheeks with that sad smile now there, "It is far too late to regret, nor think the past brother."

"After all, you are about to die, Zixiao. I will miss you, but farewell forever."

#muchanticipatedmanipulation #((whoooooops this was late~))

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A light sigh was pulled away by the morning breeze at the unfailing formality of the advisor, but there was little to be done about it. If Zhuge Yuanxun was going to insist, there was hardly any point to arguing. “An heir once, perhaps; future ruler remains to be seen. I might not have changed much physically, but proving that I am who I claim to be is likely to take some time, and even then the interior ministry may have other plans for the succession.” There were so many things that could stop them dead in their tracks, and Zixiao wasn’t about to fight any more of his family members over a chair and a seal.

Nevertheless, an optimistic smile broke across his features, posture straightening to hold the exile at his full height. “Well, I suppose the only way to know is to return home, isn’t it? We’ll take things one step at a time, and adjust as the situation calls for it. We can discuss it on the way; fifty li isn’t so far, after all, with good horses and only brief rests, we could arrive before dinner this evening.” No part of Sun He’s face moved to indicate mischievousness, but his excitement was evident in glinting emerald eyes. Wouldn’t it just be a sight for two dead men to enter the palace as though they’d never left, just as the remnants of the court were settling in to enjoy their first course?

At the mention of his family, however, the former heir’s expression softened considerably. “Of course I miss them, I never stopped missing them. Pengzu will be twenty sui at the new year, and Qian and Mingqi aren’t far behind; Jun and De I might still be able to lift, but I doubt De will remember me at all. Lai, Paoyu, Lu… and Princess Quan, as well, are left.” His teeth set on edge at the sound of his eldest sister, but a deep breath cleared the tension from his jaw, “ Luyu… after we make an appearance in Jianye, I’ll go to fetch her myself. Changsha is days away, back southwest from here at least 300 li, if not farther. She’s strong-hearted, I’m sure she’ll understand if I take just a little longer.”

Bright eyes returned to the scion of the Zhuge clan at his side, clouds of guilt dimming them despite the dawn. “I’m sorry, it must seem insensitive of me to talk about them like this,” he intoned quietly. How could he act so cheerfully, knowing how few there were to greet his savior? “About your niece, Princess Zhang… I know I’ve apologized a thousand times, and I know it doesn’t make up for anything, but if all goes well and we are successful, I intend to honor her as empress. Without her sacrifice, I wouldn’t be standing here with you, so I will begin to thank you in that way; I’ve yet to decide on a suitable reward for you, personally, although you can rest assured that your rank will be restored, at the very least.”

RE-ROUTING HISTORY{closed starter}

#goeatchickeneggs #((characters for daughter's name: 茗汽))

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Putting a readmore here for obvious reasons w0w

Had he just asked her what she’d thought he’d just asked her? It wasn’t really that much of a question as it was a statement of desire. Regardless, she felt her eyes grow wide and alert suddenly to her immediate surroundings. She had no idea Zixiao could be so forward with such a thing, especially regarding— well— the fact that she was his sister, not that that ever stopped the others. Her father had married his cousin, her niece had married her brother. She married her nephew. Things like this were exceedingly common, it seemed.

The topic, however, was something she’d not expected. To be asked for such a thing was… well, again, not uncommon in terms of who she was, but completely surprising.

It was also true that she’d wanted it.

Hell, she’d brought it up.

She turned to face him fully, the shock still not completely written off of her face. She was searching for words to respond with, noting how close he’d gotten to her in terms of personal space.

Finally, the young woman called Sun Lai parted her lips to speak, tongue darting out to wet them, “Zixia—”

The sudden warmth had been noted, her back pressing to the wall behind her. Her lips parted with a gasp, the coloration of her hair suddenly matching the flesh of her face. Lai’s fingers reached up to clasp around the hand squeezing her breast, the others wrapping around the digits that had slid themselves between her legs to press against her warmth in slow circles.

Her lips, left open by the sudden intake of air, were suddenly covered by another, soft pair above her. Her mouth was invaded, a low noise forcing itself out from her worked jaw. Green eyes flicked themselves open again to look upon green, the usual slew of insults replaced by a cacophony of wanton puling.

Pulling slowly away from her lips, malachite colored orbs met glassy emerald evenly; despite the force exerted after the light-hearted request, Zixiao wanted to make sure that Lai had a chance to protest. The Sun heir ceased his teasing, voice low and gentle, "This is fine, right? You can tell me 'no'; I'm not going to be offended."

#anaceupyoursleeve #nsfw

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"Aw, you think I'm cute? I'm flattered, Lai, truly; but you should be careful that Lady He doesn't overhear you, hmm? It could get me into a lot of trouble!" Not that he was actually worried about his first wife's opinion, as she was more than likely to keep it to herself. The many years he'd spent away from his family had put a bit of a wall between them, although he expected that part of that was simply being mad that he hadn't made a single effort to stay in contact.

"You're kidding, are they still going on about that? I don't see what the problem is with having another strong, Sun woman; no one ever complained about Lady Wu. Well, at least not where they could hear it."

Oooh... a hat~

#anaceupyoursleeve

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"My~, aren't we opinionated today? Fine, fine, I'll stop wishing to my hair to gray; will that make you happy? I don't want Lai to be angry with me~." Although the words were a touch on the mocking side of things, Zixiao meant well. The laughter never quite leaving his eyes, the imperial settled his expression on something kinder. "In all seriousness, how have you been lately, xiaomei?"

Oooh... a hat~

#anaceupyoursleeve

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"Do you think so? Honestly, I think that'd be a nice thing to have at my age. Silver hair is supposed to represent wisdom, isn't it? Imagine how smart I'd look if I started graying now!"

Oooh... a hat~

#anaceupyoursleeve

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"Nn... well, if Lai thinks so, it's probably fine. It doesn't add a lot of weight, and my hair can still be down."

Oooh... a hat~

#anaceupyoursleeve

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Oooh... a hat~

"Hmm... I'm not so sure it suits me."

#Dash comment???

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"Grow Old With Me" - princeofnanyang

Send me "Grow old with me" for a short drabble on our characters getting together romantically and growing older together.

“How does this look?" Zixiao held out the ring of messy petals, a proud grin seated on his features from the work he had done. In turn he earned a strange look from the auburnette, her head cocking curiously to one side as she reached out to take the crown.

It was kind of lopsided, but a kind smile pushed onto her lips as she pulled it from his grasp. It was still a gift nonetheless, right? The thought that counted.

Plopping it down on the her scarlet crown, she smoothed out a few strands before turning back to look over Sun Zixiao’s features, a grin pressing to roseate lips. ”How do I look?"

“I don’t think I’ve seen a prettier princess," Zixiao replied with an equally pleased, if not slightly wild grin. His eyes were wide with delight, reaching out to take hold of his sister’s wrist and pull her forward onto his thighs. It was a familiar gesture that Luyu had become accustomed to, and she happily situated herself in her brother’s lap.

“Let’s do this again tomorrow, and the day after. You’ll get better and better at it and we can be together outside, too!" Luyu insisted, turning her head around to look at the emerald hued orbs possessed by the ex-heir apparent. "We don’t need to ever go back to Jianye. It can just be us here, in Guzhang. Right? I’ll teach Pengzu how to make them, too!"

#[Rose Petal Princess]#tw: incest #drabbles

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☭ Sun He

Battle Theme: Guitar Mix: Rainbow Road

Battle intro: "I’ve gotten a lot stronger since then. I’m not going to hold back."

Victory: "I would really hope you didn’t just let me win, Zixiao.”

Defeat: "…I guess I still can’t beat you. Whatever. I wasn’t trying."

Assist: "You definitely look like you could use some help over there, Ge.”

Taunt: "Be careful, you might mess up your hair.”

Reacting to Taunt: "Oi! Watch your mouth, you jackass!"

Tie: "See? You’re a damn cheater."

Perfect Victory: "Okay, come on. That was pathetic. You weren’t even trying.”

#[The Scarlet Tigress]

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1984 -princeofnanyang

In a totalitarian society where love is illegal, our characters have fallen head first into it with one another. Send “1984” for my character’s last thoughts and words to yours as the police break down the door to take them away for rehabilitation by torture.

Written to the Song: Stone Throwers

The clock ticked away on the wall, thumping along in time with the shouting men on the other side of the door. For them to give themselves up willingly and face a lesser punishment. They stood on the other side of that piece of wood with the intent of pulling them away, shipping them off somewhere and defiling their bodies into being incapable of loving again.

The two red heads were huddled together in the bathtub and already Lai couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheeks in the candle-lit darkness. Her fingers clung to the rubber of the shower curtain, wringing it together between her fingers, he body pressed snugly against the lean body of the man beside her.

She wouldn’t let them make her forget him. She would always remember this, always remember what it meant to be held in this moment, to accept affection and willingly give it back. To enjoy life. These past few months, she’d been truly happy, able to say she woke up not only with a reason to live, but woke up for a reason.

Chrysoprase eyes stayed glued to the bathroom door, her arms tightening around Zixiao’s waist in fear of him letting her go. They were going to tear them apart from each other. They would rip her from his arms and drag her outside and to the pain she knew that was waiting for her. They would take her away and she’d never see him again.

“Shhh….shhh…"

"I don’t wanna go," She breathed, leaning against the gentle petting of her hair. The vice he had on her was strangely comforting, yet all the same her heart began to throb against her chest. Lai’s lips began to wibble as the sobs poured forth, the fear creeping up to spill out onto her cheeks in a violent, quaking display. "I don’t wanna go. I’m scared.”

What would they do to him? Would he forget her? Forget she existed and never again want anything to do with her? They would beat it out of him, scrape and burn and destroy him until he had nothing left but the hatred of this world and everyone in it. Complete, emotionless subjugation. She would not even be a thought anymore.

But her she was tugged out of these thoughts, ripped away from them as the door splintered and shattered, artificial light filling the room and illuminating their features.

In that moment, her eyes met his jade ones, the watery glaze that had taken hold of them both illuminated by the glare of a flashlight. They were wide and educated with the fear of the unknown, of the pain that was to come and the undeniable truth that they would never again see each other. That their hearts would be stabbed repeatedly and eventually poured out over the floor.

Immediately she squeezed against him, pressing her screams against the t-shirt covered flesh beneath her. “Baby, baby I don’t wanna go—!"

She could feel hands wrapping around her waist and arms, heaving her upward even as she held onto the man she loved. Her heart broke into tiny pieces, her nails dragging a hellish canyon across his ribcage as she was ripped away, the sound of both of their yelling the only thing that could be registered.

Her fingers fought to stay locked with his, the white-knuckled, red-palmed digits slipping and sliding against the warmth she’d come to enjoy and understand, the heat that had fueled the fire within her and kept her safe on cold, winter nights.

But the sickly sweet smell that filled her nostrils was nothing she’d expected, plastic and elastic pushed over her face in the shape of an eggshell. It made her vision go fuzzy, made the greens of her eyes roll up toward her brow line, and in that moment of escalation, her grip and consciousness fell into the darkness of the room.

#[The Scarlet Tigress]#drabbles

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