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“ you’ve never kissed anyone before? “ // zyian x sobin neM ELE
her fingertips were dead frozen at the very tip of her hands, trembling slightly from the sudden movement that they suddenly fell with. they were so close now that sobin could finally take her time to find out which shade of brown zyian's eyes was, but she couldn't stare at them for too long without giving out her own. the smile that formed on her lips was almost inevitable, she tilted her head to the side and reset her head on the couch trying to hide all the secondhand embarrassment she was feeling from herself. she was reaching for him, aching to be touched even the most oblivious and innocent acts of affection would do. and somehow, deep down, she wasn't looking to be right in her heart, only to be heard and mostly to feel longed for as much as she longed for him. yet, ziyan was clueless most of the time, or instead played very well the part of being one of the most idiot men she had ever met, all while being the handsome boy he was.
this is it, this is the sign. kiss me, kiss me! — she was yelling inside, her eyes closed deeply and her face hidden facing the couch, her mind a turmoil of emotions. a wave of heat came crashing down on her again, making her whole body feel small and shiver still clung by his side. what the hell were they playing at with this? sobin made it clear from day one she was interested in being profoundly in love with him, she was hopeless and living her youth. he was cute, single, and very much straight — she checked the last one by inquiring about the closest people in his life and there was no indication that he intended on backing her off either, then she didn't understand what he was playing at. but instead of handing him the easy bait, sobin would tiptoe around facts making him straddle along. so far so good. "it's not that big of a deal." she said, making a frown after finally lifting her face and looking everywhere except his gorgeous face. "and i'm not a prude, i'm just- young, and no one ever really..." sobin trailed off, having finally noticed how close they were sitting again and how her hand rested almost naturally on his.
they were taken back by that, small — elusive touch, without any meaning having spoken out loud yet. both staring, dumbfounded, by their hands playing with each other while not daring to move one inch in case they would break off the spell or something. sobin obviously could sense the heat rising again, she could swear it wasn't only her own this time, which made her move her hand away in an instant and use it to hide a muffled chuckle. "it's fine, i don't wanna kiss just anyone too." she wanted to say with all the words, that she wanted to kiss him! but she didn't have to now, not after everything and not after that either. it really didn't matter when or how, she was young and smart and she knew very well that if she really wanted to she could just about kiss anyone that was pretty or worthy enough. but she was also innocent and a romantic at heart, so of course, she was saving it for someone that she truly cared about and she was hoping for the feelings in her heart to romanticize the act into something out of a love song. regardless of how she felt for zyian, she wouldn't give up on keeping herself from making him understand first how special he would be to her.
and then wanting so desperately to change the subject from herself before she would so easily wind up admitting all her feelings for him, sobin added quickly while smiling brightly at him: "oppa, tell me how was your first kiss? enlight me with your experience." she was known for her quick thinking and uprising personality so it was no mistake what she was doing, she wanted to hear who were the girls before her and how to behave like someone that he might end up to like in the future. sobin had this farfetched idea that just because zyian walked along the popular path with the popular kids that he was one of them as well, when in fact they were both cute outcasts playing for the big leagues. perhaps that was why conversation flew so well when they were together and why they could understand between the lines, why they were so drawn to these stupid flirtation moments. "did you get butterflies?" sobin's eyes were glowing as she made eye contact with him, the faint of a smile still playing at her lips and her hopeful heart beating out of her chest like a beating drum. if there were any insects on her stomach right now, they were definitely drowning in her own anticipation and sorrow.
#sobin x zyian#heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey#i know im suppose to be sudying but#i was aching to write something! anything!#and so i played kiss by arkam on repeat
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Fanservice Paradox
What I Liked
hhhh the romance concept of pts and fjx is rly rly right up my alley, philosophy×mathematics with the core of "true self", it rly... rly ticks all my boxes. how do i describe itttt its like, its like... basically, the pursuit of truth is the most romantic of all lmao its like how i think that physics is inherently romantic, philosophy and math are like that too. basically. i love the abstract metaphors and the in-character but non-public knowledge allusions, they way they integrate and make parallels of each other in their own fields of study (moon of entelecheia, point on the number axis). ngl i didn't expect this kind of thing in my idol-setting showbiz wn.
i feel like pts and fjx rly embody the quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction". pts didnt hate fjx himself but hated how passive he seemed despite being at the eye of a storm of rumors, and fjx avoided him bc it’s his natural reaction to someone who doesn’t like him. but at the core they have similar values and outlooks in life, just different ways of going about in preserving them. so once the ice between them starts to melt into warmth, it's rly... fairly easy for them to fall for each other.
i love how zhichu wrote fjx. i feel like true socially awkward introverts r super rare in danmei-sphere. there r mostly taciturn ppl who don't like to speak (hello stoic cold mls) but they're not lacking in the social capability department. when i read abt fjx i lowkey think, wow, i feel like that too sometimes lmao. it's also nice that zhichu wrote how there r ppl who questioned if fjx has psychological problems and responded that there r ppl who r naturally more introverted, and ngl i'm guilty of thinking of that too, even though i myself am an extreme introvert and should have been able to understand and identify more w fjx sighs
ling yi is an entire precious disaster bb and yybl would not have been the same without him
tbh yybl brings back all the sweetest memories of my kpop stan days, reading it is like experiencing ur fav nugu group blow up into stardom. they even come w their own edgy boygroup title tracks lmao. hnn but yeah, there r so many memorable moments. the accidental cp fancam (exid's fancam that made them famous!), faulty audio that catapulted them to stardom (gfriend's infamous slipping performance when they danced on a wet stage?), fjx's mic box almost falling off and him saving it flawlessly (shinee's dream girl perf w minho's broken mic stand), their first win, their first concert... i cried reading the last 2 chapters abt their concert, it rly made me nostalgic. anw. the point is. stan kaleido.
night trip tho it became so meaningful im so shook, it was a drama ost n they described the scenes where the song was used n i got Goosebumps n then the hidden meaning of the lyrics was also revealed n how it's all referring to pts and fjx's love story sigh sigh sigh
ok ok ok but i can't not mention the absolutely beautiful imageries that kept being used to reference these two. from math to philosophy to the moon to spring/winter... they're fantastic, i love the beauty in the writing.
w a t e r f i r e im so! fukin!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! g o d that set of extras they're not even done yet n im so!!! ok i believe the audio drama team will rls daydream for waterfire they cant not rls daydream!! waterfire is s o . . . their sexual tension is off the charts n i was even like ho they have fwb vibes n then they actually became fwb n i was Still Shook like wtf me anw their romance is a whole different flavor compared to tingjue, they're like a more adult tianwang actually. he ziyan was like "mb im someone who cant keep someone else" n i had moumou war flashbacks. fak i had no clue waterfire is a thing in the main text, if it wasn't for other readers mentioning i'd rly have no idea. n then they have a set of extras just for them n i was like mygod... they can be their own wn... they rly have that vibe of "a relationship that wasn't quite complete when they were young, then they reunited x yrs later n finally get together" n like thats just moumou vibes adkfks
What I Disliked
the...pacing is kinda wack. tbh nearing the end of the story i was kind of tired of reading it, and not bc i'm bored (like for ghfod i was actually bored near the end). the ups and downs were just really... quite extreme. idk how to quite describe it, but it was tiring.
pts's attitude screams entitled a lot of the times. tbh he can't get away w most of the shit he does if he wasn't so rich. at least he's not a stoic ml ig
the author mentioned it too but it's def a v idealistic view of the entertainment industry. not rly a con but its also not rly a pro, but having come from kpop n seeing the netizen reactions for kaleido, i just think that they must be living in a much warmer, kinder parallel world compared to this one.
icb heartbeat paradox wasn't actually a song from the wn /unreasonable
Notes
would i read zhichu's other works? probably... i think their writing concepts and romantic philosophy is right up my alley, but the pacing of yybl rly did make me tired at the end lmao
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A chance for a reunion
No TWs or CWs, nice things here, highschool AU, waterfire
The pitter-patter of the rain could not drown the gradually increasing heartbeat that He Ziyan heard in his ears, the feelings from his previous two years of high school slowly making their way back to his mind, and the days they spent together seem to lay themselves out for him to remember. Under this dark and cold afternoon was Jiang Miao’s single figure standing outside of the lobby, his back facing He Ziyan who had just finished changing from his soccer club activities.
What point is there to escape a scenario like this? He Ziyan couldn’t bear to ignore him and walked ahead; leaving an old friend on this gloomy day without saying a word? That was too cruel. He should have gotten used to handling these feelings he had managed to suppress.
It’ll be a little chat between classmates and nothing more.
The thought of referring to their current relationship as ‘just classmates’ stung. They weren’t ‘just classmates’ two years ago, they were frankly––best friends and Jiang Miao was someone he cherishes. Someone who he finds it hard to tear away from his gaze.
He Ziyan breathed in and adjusted the new t-shirt he had changed into and walked forward, at one point fearing that he would lose contact with the floor and slipped, but there he was standing next to Jiang Miao who was typing something on his phone.
“Good afternoon,” He Ziyan greeted in a cheerful tone, pausing in between the syllables.
Jiang Miao’s expression instantly changed from indifferent to surprise, he shoved his phone into his bag and then gave him a brilliant smile, the same smile He Ziyan had always received.
“You’re still here?” Jiang Miao asked, excitement latching onto his tone, “I thought I was the only one left––Ah, so lucky so lucky.”
He Ziyan felt a tight squeeze inside his chest. He misses it, he misses hearing this voice and the calmness Jiang Miao brought with him. “It’ll be extra gloomy without a company right?”
“Definitely.” Jiang Miao replied and then his eyes glanced at He Ziyan’s sports bag, “soccer practice? I heard you won the friendly match last week? I wish I had come.”
“Oh,” He Ziyan was a bit stunned, he didn’t expect Jiang Miao to keep up with their soccer club news, “it’s alright. There weren’t a lot of people watching anyway.”
“Still,” Jiang Miao sighed softly, his own hands interlocked and the puddles in front of them successfully gained his interest, “I’ve always wanted to watch ever since you started in your second year.”
He Ziyan grew silent, his sports bag suddenly grew twice as heavier than the first and so did his heart. He Ziyan cursed internally, he was worse than he thought. It wasn’t this difficult to talk to Jiang Miao back in the past, had they strayed too far away from each other that this friendship started to wither?
When their second year started they were already placed in different classes, yet the two of them were able to make time and find each other. Every morning and afternoon, sometimes after school, they would spend some time together.
Later on, Jiang Miao was picked to be the class leader in his second semester, and not long after, He Ziyan’s application to join the soccer club was accepted. With Jiang Miao becoming busier with class leader tasks and occasionally working together with the student council, He Ziyan had also become busier with his soccer practice. There was an attempt in trying to stay in contact whenever they could, but it slowly chipped away into just saying ‘hi’ in the hallways.
Before He Ziyan managed to say anything in return, Jiang Miao had beaten him to it. “I have to watch you play before we graduate.” He said sternly, almost as if reminding himself.
He Ziyan couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter. Not in mockery, not because he was teasing, it was because of how much he missed this side of Jiang Miao. The Jiang Miao who was persistent and determined in their first year had assured He Ziyan in the clinic when they first met when He Ziyan had injured his knee during practice. Despite only knowing each other’s names and classrooms’, Jiang Miao’s words that day latched onto him and He Ziyan had held onto those words, recalling every bit of kindness and warmth in them to improve his skills.
“Sorry,” He Ziyan cleared his throat, “has it been that long? I can’t believe we’re almost graduating.”
In all honesty, whenever he plays he longs to find Jiang Miao sitting to watch him. He wondered if the presence of this boy he had fallen in love with could make him much stronger, powerful enough to conquer the skies.
Jiang Miao seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment. “Sorry?”
He Ziyan looked into his innocently blinking eyes and smiled awkwardly. “Yes?”
“Oh, I mean,” Jiang Miao chuckled, “you were saying?”
“It’s––” He Ziyan’s voice grew quieter, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
The rain grew heavier and each raindrop appeared to be corresponding to his drumming heartbeat. He Ziyan squinted to see through the heavy fog, he could make a run for it; his home isn’t far from school but–– he glanced at Jiang Miao who seemed to be counting the falling droplets. For how long has he been standing out here in the cold?
“Is someone picking you up?” He Ziyan asked, remembering how Jiang Miao was on his phone a few minutes ago.
“Ah, no. I’ll wait for the rain to tone down,” Jiang Miao smiled.
Even in this unfortunate situation, he still brought himself to smile. He Ziyan thought that Jiang Miao’s smile and laughter were enough to stop the storm in his heart alone, bringing him the courage to push through the rain at this moment.
Then, I’ll accompany you.
“Me too, I’ll wait for the rain to lessen just a bit.” He Ziyan said after a thought. “Ah right––”
He Ziyan placed his sports bag on the floor and opened his backpack, the sound of plastic wrapper filling their ears. He pulled out the chocolate bar that he bought from the canteen just before it had closed earlier.
“Here,” He Ziyan offered to him, grinning playfully, “just like the back then right?”
Jiang Miao accepted the chocolate, a serene smile on his face as he held it in his hands before suddenly forcing it to break in half. The sound echoed inside of him, triggering a memory they shared.
By the time He Ziyan mentally slapped himself back, Jiang Miao had opened the wrapper and handed him the other half of the chocolate.
“Just like back then,” Jiang Miao replied.
Indeed, it was like back then. Jiang Miao, who had always skipped breakfast to catch up on the bus for school sometimes ended up in the clinic. He Ziyan started buying him snacks in the morning and it became a habit for them to share the snacks. Though the latter was mostly out of Jiang Miao’s complaints saying it wasn’t fair. He Ziyan himself didn’t mind, he found joy in seeing Jiang Miao's surprised reactions to finding hidden snacks in his bag’s side pockets, slipped in his notebook or his pencil case.
“Wait, you’re still going home by bus then?” He Ziyan suddenly remembered.
Jiang Miao took a bite of the chocolate. “Yes, I still do.”
Fuck.
The rain did not give up. He Ziyan didn’t need to look at the clock to know what time it was, he always finished his practice at 5:30. While He Ziyan’s house was conveniently near, who knows what time Jiang Miao would arrive back home if he waited any longer. A wave of guilt and anxiousness struck him when he realized how Jiang Miao must’ve always walked home on his own since the two got busier. He Ziyan’s fingers dug into his skin; he felt embarrassed for being ignorant, almost casting away this already fragile friendship on the verge of completely shattering.
The fog continued to linger and the sky grew darker as it approaches the night. Jiang Miao leisurely finished his chocolate while He Ziyan’s mind went racing in search of methods to help the boy next to him. And here he had thought his feelings had long vanished, but He Ziyan realized that the wish to stay close and protect Jiang Miao still existed somewhere in his heart. The first love is always hard to forget.
“Jiang Miao,” He Ziyan called his name for the first time that day and Jiang Miao turned to him.
He Ziyan fumbled with his words inside his head, he ended up saying none of them, then grabbed his sports bag and stepped out of the lobby. “I’ll be back. Wait for me!”
Jiang Miao’s eyes widened. “He Ziyan?! Wait!”
But, He Ziyan had dashed into the pouring rain wearing nothing but a t-shirt and carrying his bags, unprotected. Jiang Miao stood dumbfounded then looked around frantically, there was nothing around him that could be used as an umbrella.
What was He Ziyan thinking...?
Jiang Miao went inside to sit on one of the benches in the lobby. His leg stretched out in front of him and his foot constantly moved, restlessly.
He Ziyan had always been the fastest to take action, in any scenario. Jiang Miao frowned, he was quite reckless.
The rain had made Jiang Miao feel a bit drowsy but now he was wide awake and alert, the sweet taste of chocolate settled in his mouth. Ever since they picked different paths in their second year, Jiang Miao felt something slowly shifted. He Ziyan would be occupied whenever he wanted to find him and Jiang Miao would also be busy with class leader work whenever He Ziyan wanted to find him. They used to be able to find each other, but a wall had accumulated in the times where they rarely see one another.
Jiang Miao sighed. He was picked as the vice-president of the school’s student council; oftentimes he’d scurry around following the president wherever the other would go, which could go an entire day. When his mind would be filled with plans and meetings, he would walk by the soccer field to find a certain someone even if the chances of meeting his eyes were low.
Jiang Miao has heard from several students that He Ziyan would seldom look for him but usually, he only received such news hours later after a long meeting and He Ziyan would be long gone. His freedom is almost nonexistent and even with the tiniest of free time, that wasn’t enough to locate He Ziyan who had probably gone out of school for a match. He was always too late.
For a long time, Jiang Miao couldn’t accept that this was it, he was afraid; he didn’t want to think that this may be the end of this friendship. The chocolate he bought for himself, the candies he ate on his own, and the sweet orange juice they had couldn’t compare to the flavors in the past they shared. Everything felt incomplete, missing. There was no one he could share this other half with, it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t He Ziyan.
Jiang Miao closed his eyes. He Ziyan’s warmth, He Ziyan’s voice, He Ziyan’s pleasant laughter, He Ziyan himself. Just a while ago, Jiang Miao’s yearning for a proper conversation was finally fulfilled, until He Ziyan took off into the distance.
If having to wait for him could guarantee longer moments like before, Jiang Miao would wait until He Ziyan is ready.
Moments had passed and Jiang Miao’s longing changed into worry. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his list of contacts in search of He Ziyan’s number which he hadn’t clicked on for so long. The dialing tone pierced his ears but went into an immediate stop soon after.
“The number you are calling is unavailable.”
Jiang Miao clicked his tongue. “Can’t be. Did he change his phone number?”
He was going to text one of his classmates to ask for He Ziyan’s new number but his ears picked up the sound of rushing footsteps and he looked up just in time to see He Ziyan, drenched from the rain wearing a waterproof jacket and an orange umbrella in his hand.
Jiang Miao sprung from his seat with a handkerchief he frequently carries in his bag.
He Ziyan panted and shook some of the water pooling in the creases of his coat. “Sorry, Jiang Miao...Did you wait long––”
Jiang Miao’s handkerchief had gently patted his wet face before he had finished and for the first time in He Ziyan’s life, he was just inches away from Jiang Miao’s frowning face who was too immersed in drying He Ziyan’s face. Jiang Miao’s eyes trembled, his brows pressing close tightly––unhappy, but still beautiful. He Ziyan had never been this close to anyone that he subconsciously held his breath.
“You,” Jiang Miao sighed and pulled away, his voice shook lightly, “you silly––Look at you, recklessly running in the rain. What for?”
He Ziyan gave him a sheepish smile. “For you.”
The umbrella nudged Jiang Miao’s leg, his racing heart took a turn and softened. He heard He Ziyan laughing the second time while he sighed once more.
“It’s almost nighttime, we can get to the bus stop in time if we go now,” He Ziyan quickly urged.
“Right,” Jiang Miao answered and placed the handkerchief in He Ziyan’s hand, “I’m holding the umbrella, you make do with that and dry yourself.”
He Ziyan held back another laugh. This side of Jiang Miao was as rare as diamonds, the numbing cold that clung onto him slowly dissolved knowing that Jiang Miao cared and that he was worried for him.
The blue handkerchief was soft to the touch, just like Jiang Miao’s hands that had helped him wrap the bandage around his injured knee when they first met.
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The fog from the heavy rain slowly vanished after they stepped out of the school building. Wild bushes and patches of grass were decorated with droplets of rain, hanging off of their leaves like glass earrings. He Ziyan had long finished drying himself, or so he said. In actuality he didn’t want to use Jiang Miao’s handkerchief, too afraid of ruining the soft texture that it now sat neatly in his pocket, folded.
Jiang Miao carried the umbrella but sometimes would be distracted and it bumped onto He Ziyan’s head from time to time.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, did it hurt?” Jiang Miao panicked and stopped in his tracks.
“Not at all,” He Ziyan chuckled, “but your hand must be sore, I can carry it.”
Jiang Miao immediately put on a polite smile. “Not at all, I can manage.”
The walk felt nostalgic. When he used to walk Jiang Miao to the bus stop, they would stop by the small stand on the sidewalk and bought warm bread with jam. Today, that kind old grandpa was nowhere to be seen and it was only a pool of rainwater at his place. The usually crowded crossroad less occupied and the two walked calmly without any obstacle to the other side.
A couple of blocks later and a few streets to cross, their peaceful and quiet walk shattered when they saw the bus drive past them. Jiang Miao’s heart jumped to his throat and he could only let out a small gasp, his hand shook as he quickly fumbled with the umbrella. The bus stop was just ahead of them, not very far if they ran.
“He Ziyan––”
“Come on!”
Jiang Miao’s hand was seized in He Ziyan’s cold one and he was pulled into a sprint. The needles of water fell freely onto them, and each drop sent a shiver up Jiang Miao’s spine. Jiang Miao’s heart hammered against his ribs, his legs throbbed and his lungs struggled but, He Ziyan’s grip around his hand was capable of preventing Jiang Miao from slipping away. Jiang Miao’s fingers tightened around his hand. He managed a smile. It felt nice.
After a few puddles of water were splashed and almost bumping into a few people, they arrived just as the bus slowed to a stop. Jiang Miao’s chest burned painfully and he had no energy to speak even an utterance, his hand was still in He Ziyan’s and both of them holding tightly onto one another.
“Go––Come on,” He Ziyan whispered in a hurry, “get on…get home safely,” He Ziyan guided him, gently pushing him onto the bus.
Jiang Miao looked back at He Ziyan, their hands pulling apart as soon as the engines of the bus started, the cold air hits their wet skin from the rain and there was nothing keeping it warm. He stumbled to find a window seat and from the glass filled with droplets of rain, Jiang Miao then waved his hand at He Ziyan in a way one would think he might accidentally twist it.
He Ziyan snickered and waved in return, he kept waving even if Jiang Miao probably couldn’t see him and only lowered his arm when the bus grew smaller in his vision.
He Ziyan sat on the waiting bench at the bus stop and breathed slowly. The warmth of Jiang Miao’s hand in his continues to linger, like a thin coat of protection that he gave before he left. He placed his hand in his pocket and touched something that wasn’t his phone. He pulled it out only to see that it was Jiang Miao’s handkerchief he had forgotten to return.
On the other hand, Jiang Miao laughed quietly to himself as he properly closed the orange umbrella he accidentally brought with him. Even if he wasn’t able to wipe his hand from the cold rainwater, at least He Ziyan could feel the warmth from wiping the cold droplets away.
He Ziyan sighed softly as he folded the handkerchief just as he did before. Even if he ended up walking back in the rain on his way back, at least Jiang Miao would be protected from the rain with his umbrella.
I’ll look for him tomorrow.
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"Mom, I assurance i always only slept with a single person and it also was only one time," Mo Zixi replied. It was actually for that reason incident which he made a decision to night out his colleague. Naturally, he didn't desire to ruin her track record.
Mo Zixi gained the youngster from his sibling and considered Tangning confusedly, planning to get a correct description from her.
When Tangning observed this, she couldn't support but sigh, "Ting, exactly why do none of them of our kids have a smooth appreciate existence?"
"Of course, healthcare team are pros at discretion."
"Go ahead," Tangning fully understood.
...anyone had consumed good thing about the situation.
"No, this can't be potential. How can i suddenly have got a boy?" Mo Zixi didn't know if they should have a good laugh or cry. Just where did this little one derive from?
"Absolutely sure," the health professional nodded.
"She's introduced up the little one on her personal for the past 3 years without coming up with a solitary issue. It wasn't until just recently, if the boy or girl obtained to reside in the hospital that she recognized there seemed to be a limit to her capabilities. That's why she got demanding assist. In truth, she helped bring the child here with no ailments, neither did she say anything poor in regards to you. What happened was both your responsibilities. She's already held her portion of the option, what about you?"
Even so, that they had already out dated for 4 years. He couldn't say that they had no experience for each other.
Mo Zixi felt somewhat uneasy. Of course, discussing a really exclusive subject together with his mom, damage his great pride just a little. But, Mo Zixi failed to steer clear of it, "Wait around, so you're saying that she was normally the one I slept with 4 years previously?"
"That is?"
"I'm sorry, Major Mo, but Dr. Yao is in the heart of a operation. You might want to hang on a little though."
"But, real life has proven that this man or woman you slept with was Anqi. Or did you..."
Immediately after coming to a healthcare facility, Mo Zixi moved the youngster into your urgent section and required the nurse practitioners that will help obtain Yao Anqi.
...he was suddenly unclear about how he believed.
"As I awoke the next day, my colleague was getting to sleep alongside me, so I thought..."
Soon after hearing what Tangning mentioned, Mo Zixi froze.
"But, fact has proven how the particular person you slept with was Anqi. Or have you..."
Tangning managed this to guard her son's pride looking at his daddy.
"But, real life has proven that this particular person you slept with was Anqi. Or did you..."
"I'm sorry, Big Mo, but Doctor. Yao is down the middle of a surgical procedures. You might need to put it off slightly though."
"Lu Che also discovered that her body system at the moment wasn't ideal for carrying a child, but she also couldn't come with an abortion, so she gave birth to the child."
"Lu Che's handed within an research report. The woman that introduced this youngster is termed Yao Anqi, she is an ER doctor in the affiliated medical center near your army basic.
"This can be your child. We've waited 6 many hours for his DNA benefits and it's been verified," Mo Ziyan responded.
...a person acquired undertaken benefit of your situation.
"But, simple fact has demonstrated the fact that person you slept with was Anqi. Or do you..."
"That woman should have done it on goal then," Tangning guessed. "Zixi, not just performed I consult Lu Che to analyze Anqi's history, In addition, i inquired him to check her character."
"She's introduced the youngster on her individual for the past 3 years without setting up a solitary problem. It wasn't until not too long ago, whenever the youngster acquired to reside in the hospital that she realized there was clearly a limit to her proficiency. That's why she came up requesting for assistance. Actually, she moved a child here with virtually no situations, neither performed she say anything bad of you. What actually transpired was both your commitments. She's already held her section of the offer, how about you?"
"Alright," the nurse responded as she encouraged Mo Zixi to Yao Anqi's place of work. But, quite as she was about to convert around as well as leaving, Mo Zixi suddenly named her rear.
...
Right after seeing and hearing what Tangning claimed, Mo Zixi froze.
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《Without Envy》 Storyboard 14
harem au. prince!lwj x concubine/sleeper agent!wwx
Masterlist is here
After the brothel incident, WWX settles into a comfortable home life with LWJ now that Jin Ziyan is no longer a problem. Surprisingly Duke Jin Guangshan does not speak up for his nephew. In fact, he is secretly mad at Jin Ziyan for going against Wei Wuxian. Jin Guangshan is in league with Wen Ruohan and plots to betray Gusu. He knows Wei Wuxian is Wen Ruohan's man and does not wish Wei Wuxian to leave Hanguang Manor.
Without Jin Ziyan, Jiang Yanli is elevated into the rank of ce-wangfei (deputy consort) and given the right to manage the princely household. Everyone says if she gives birth to a boy then she will for sure become princess consort. Wei Wuxian is very happy for his foster sister, even though Lan Wangji feels guilty that the most likely scenario now is that he will only be permitted to install Wei Ying as his deputy consort if Jiang Yanli is princess consort, but Wei Ying laughs it off and says he genuinely does not care. He's a servant, being a deputy consort is already way above his station and way too much work.
Months later, Jiang Yanli gives birth to a healthy boy, which Lan Wangji names Lan Yuan.
— WWX bouncing baby A-Yuan: So cute, so chonky, so plump what a good boy, beautiful boy, perfect boy!!
— JYL: 😊 Thank you A-Xian, I made him. Dianxia contributed, of course.
— WWX: Zhangjie, I wanna make one too, if our dianxia is willing to contribute.
— LWJ *straight faced*: I contribute daily.
— JYL: ... 😅😅😅 okay there, that's enough information.
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— WWX rocking A-Yuan in his crib: *sighs*
— LWJ looking over WWX's shoulder, terribly pleased with yet another successfully made baby (internally: *damn I make them perfect*): What's wrong?
— WWX stroking a-yuan's chubby cheek with one finger: How come you can't put a baby in me, Lan Zhan?
— LWJ: .............. *srsly wondering did no one teach this shameless little bottom the birds and the bees, but decides to hell with it, and grabs him around the middle, already working at loosing his belt* I have three sons, but I'm still short of daughters, perhaps Wei Ying would like to share the burden?
— WWX: Promise? ;)
XY somewhere yonder * my wwx's bs sensors are tingling*
In the interim, Wei Wuxian discovers information about Yiling City's defenses through Lan Wangji and steals it for Wen Ruohan. This information is delivered via Xue Yang. Yiling has been a city of contention between Gusu and Qishan for many generations. In the last dispute, Gusu had won Yiling from Qishan, which they now want to retake.
At the same time, Lan Qiren quietly conducts his own investigation into Wei Wuxian since becoming suspicious of him after the brothel incident. The pastry shop which has been a front for Wen spies is called into question. The store owner is arrested; Xue Yang disappears, and Wei Wuxian is summoned into the palace for questioning. Lan Wangji does not understand why Wei Ying would be summoned so suddenly for questioning when things have been smooth for many months now.
Wei Wuxian is on his way to Lan Qiren when suddenly, urgent missive from the borderland is delivered into the palace and causes great upset. Wen Ruohan has finally launched his attack. His campaign comes without warning and is brutal and swift. Within half a day, the city of Yiling is ransacked and occupied. No longer the most pressing matter, Wei Ying is sent back to Hanguang-fu without interrogation. On his way back to the princely manor, he sees out the carriage window that the pastry shop he frequents has been seized and closed by the magistrate. He realizes immediately that his cover is at risk and that Lan Qiren may have summoned him to the palace for interrogation. Such being the case, it must mean they don't have enough proof. Still, his position has become precarious.
Wei Wuxian by now understands that he alone had given Wen Ruohan the means to overtake Yiling so quickly and therefore responsible for the hundreds and thousands of deaths that happened. At the entrance of the manor, Wei Wuxian is stopped by the sight of a beggar huddled by the side of the road. The beggar is disheveled but is wearing a ragged hat that has an almost unnoticeable plum blossom stitched along the edge. Pretending to offer the beggar money, Wei Wuxian crouches by the man, allowing a secret message to be passed between them. The beggar thanks him for his generosity and limps off into the busy streets of the capital. The missive contains very specific instructions that chill Wei Wuxian to the bone: your old reporting station is discovered, end all communications; the war is nigh; terminate Lan Wangji posthaste and return to Nevernight.
WWX returns to Hanguang-fu feeling numb, only to find that Lan Wangji has entered the palace after being summoned urgently. The rest of the manor is confused as to what could be the reason since they were not told what has happened. Wei Wuxian realizes that news of the war has not been publicized and does not reveal what he knows to others in the harem. He asks Jiang Yanli to help him prepare dinner for Lan Wangji when he returns, as he will likely to be hungry, and that Wei Wuxian himself would like to prepare most of the meal.
Wei Wuxian knows that in a head on fight, Lan Wangji and himself are evenly matched. To kill him, he needs to catch Lan Wangji off guard. The food is laced with a mild sedative that will put Lan Wangji to sleep. After dark, Wei Wuxian will take his life.
Lan Wangji arrives home with the grave new of Qishan's attack. Everyone is shocked and horrified, including Wei Wuxian who puts on an admirable act. Understandably, Lan Wangji is more sullen than usual, and after plying him with some tea and congee, Wei Wuxian suggests that Lan Wangji rests for the night. Lan Wangji falls a sleep in his arms and Wei Wuxian makes up his mind:
I should kill him now, nice and swift, so he may never know how much I have lied to him. How much I will still betray him.
WWX holds his dagger over LWJ's throat and he just... Do it, you fucking coward! Kill him! ... can't.
All along, Xue Yang was right and Wei Wuxian has just been lying to himself.
- All jokes aside, shixiong, be careful. You're falling for your mark.
- I am not falling for my mark.
- Oh really? So it's all manipulation? You're not making sweet love to your darling prince every night?
As if taking Lan Wangji to bed was the start of his problem...Wei Wuxian had fallen for him long before that.
So, because there is no way out, Wei Wuxian gets up, puts on his black robes, picks up Suibian and leaves.
He can't complete his mission - he's failed Wen Ruohan. He can't stay to face his mistakes or correct the wrongs - he's betrayed Lan Wangji. He is both ashamed of himself for the destruction he's caused and frustrated that he doesn't have the guts to see it through. The night is dark and curfew has long since passed. The streets of the capital are empty and still, and he is a swift lonesome figure. Suddenly, he feels the wind shift behind him, and a voice calls out, "Leaving so soon?"
Wei Wuxian spins around, sword drawn.
"Lian... Lianfang-jun?"
Meng Yao stands before him dressed in a smart, narrowed-sleeved outfit, all pretenses from his day-time garbs gone. "We've been watching you for a while now, Wei Wuxian. You did not disappoint."
"We?"
"Heya."
Wei Wuxian turns back the other way and exclaims in utter disbelief: "Xue Yang?? You work for Gusu?!"
Xue Yang scoffs, "Bitch please, I don't work for anyone. I was just sick and tired of Wen Ruohan's bullshit."
Meng Yao lays it out plainly for him. "For years now Wen Ruohan has been sending spies amongst our ranks. I've been steadily investigating and keeping tracks. If we are to uproot them, we must be thorough. I discovered your identities some times ago, but I kept quiet. Xue Yang may be a rat bastard " - hey! - "but you, you're different."
Wei Wuxian stands his ground. "You're right. I am different. I am not Xue Yang, and I won't work for Gusu. Qishan took me in and raised me. I owe Wen Ruohan my life. If you won't let me leave, you'll have to let me die."
Meng Yao chuckles, "Yes, Qishan did take you in. But do you remember Dafan Mountain, Wei Wuxian? It's greenery, its waters, its people?"
Wei Wuxian frowns. "What of it?"
Meng Yao tsks, "What? The honourable man forgetting who truly saved his life?"
"He was a child," a third voice joins in. "It's not strange that he does not remember."
And from the shadows comes forth a figure shrouded in a heavy cloak. The voice belies a woman, and as she turns, the light of the moon casts serendipitously onto her stoic face. It is not a face that Wei Wuxian immediately recognizes, but those eyes, always too serious for her delicate features… he remembers those eyes.
"Wen Qing…"
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It turns out Wei Wuxian has been under suspicion for longer than he ever anticipated, and it turns out Meng Yao is more of a mastermind than anyone ever gave him credit for. He has his motives, and Wen Qing has her own. She is her father's ambassador to Gusu and together the goal is to dispose of Wen Ruohan and instigate peaceful reign under Wen Qing's father. Even Xue Yang jumps in at some point, casually throwing out: c'mon, shixiong, even you have to admit, Wen Ruohan is crazy.
Shut up Xue Yang, as you if you can talk. How many people have you killed? Does your daozhang know?
Xiao Xingchen has nothing to do with this and you will keep him out of it!
Wei Wuxian, "I will help stop the war, but you have to promise me, you won't take Wen Ruohan's life. I owe him everything I am today."
Wen Qing, "He is my family. My father will treat him with kindness. There are more people in court against this war than you know. Wen Ruohan holds all the military power, so few dare to speak against him. However, once it is clear that his victory is not assured, it will be easier to call his fitness to rule into question."
Wei Wuxian clutches Suibian anxiously. "What will you have me do?"
Meng Yao gives him a half smile, wary. "I’m afraid you're not going to like my answer. Come with me."
Meng Yao leads Wei Wuxian to a secluded residence. It looks like a normal city home. There is candlelight still burning despite the late hours.
Wei Wuxian enters it trepidatiously, wondering if Meng Yao is leading him into a trap.
"Jiang-shushu?! Taishi?!"
Inside, Jiang Fengmian and Lan Qiren sit together sipping on midnight tea.
Lan Qiren nods at Meng Yao approvingly. "A-Yao."
Meng Yao bows, "Huangshu."
Wei Wuxian falls to his knees. "Jiang-shushu, I swear I never thought to harm the Jiang family -"
Jiang Fengmian sighs, "All of that is inconsequential now. What is important is the actions you take to correct your mistakes."
Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "I will not kill Wen Ruohan."
"And we're not asking you to. We do, however, need a man closest to him." Lan Qiren interjects. "A-Yao has spies but none of them have been able to get to the nucleus of his power."
Wei Wuxian's stomach drops. No... "You want me to spy for you?"
"Well it is what you're trained for, isn't it? You're rather good at it." Meng Yao tilts his head.
"Wen Ruohan will never believe me if I just return to QIshan like this."
"No naturally not. Your 'cover' will be revealed. Tomorrow, I will lead soldiers to Hanguang-fu for your arrest. You'll fight your way out. Those men will not know this is a ruse, they will give you a real fight, and in turn, you will kill anyone who stands in your way."
Wei Wuxian hesitates. "Those are Gusu's men, Gusu's soldiers. You would..."
"I would." Meng Yao's voice is hard. "Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Their families will be cared for and generously compensated, but their sacrifice will allow all of Gusu to survive. This is why when the war is over, you must disappear. Wei Wuxian will cease to exist. Your actions today and from this day forth will leave no traces in the history books. No one shall ever know of Dafan Wen and Gusu's alliance. For there to be peace, Dafan-fanwang's claim to Qishan's throne must not be tainted by usurpation nor collusion with outside forces. Similarly, I do not want Xichen's rule to be besmirched by the things I am forced to do to protect his throne."
"So I'm just...the scapegoat?"
"Not if you disappear. Before Nevernight is seized, I will send you a warning, and you must extract yourself from the city in a timely manner. If you do not, you will certainly be executed for your crimes."
Wei Wuxian sits back onto his heels, like a thousand stones in his heart weighing him down. "And... Lan Zhan?"
Lan Qiren twitches at his nephew's name.
But Meng Yao's sharp, fox-like eyes soften incrementally. "For this plan to work, the less people that know of your real mission the better. Eventually... I will tell him the truth, but to tell him the truth would be the whole truth."
"I understand. I never expected him to forgive me anyway."
Wei Wuxian returns to Hangung-fu and get back in bed to an obliviously drugged Lan Wangji. He holds him tight, kisses his hair, and cries the rest of the night.
The next day, right at the scheduled time, Wei Wuxian is sitting in the garden with Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli and A-Yuan when the officers of the magistrate and the imperial guards come to arrest Wei Wuxian. [Detailed snippet here]
Wei Wuxian wounds and kills many of the officers and imperial guards and flees from Hanguang-fu with Lan Wangji hot on his tail. As planned, Wei Wuxian fires an arrow which directly hits Lan Wangji in the chest, throwing him off his horse. It is not a lethal wound, but looks hella nasty.
At the same time, Jiang Fengmian informs his son Jiang Cheng that "Wei Wuxian is a Qishan spy." Furious and hurt Jiang Cheng joins in the chase party. This all culminates in a show down where Wei Wuxian is seen "tossing" Jiang Cheng down the side of a cliff before escaping. A mangled corpse is found in Jiang Cheng's clothing and the young general is declared dead. The royal court sighs: it seems Wei Wuxian had deceived all of them, from the Jiangs who took him in, and to the prince who loved him. What an atrocious monster this Wei Wuxian is indeed.
"I don't believe it," confesses Jiang Yanli to Qin Su and Luo Qingyang as the three of them stand by Lan Wangji's sick bed.
Mianmian has taken to wearing armour on the daily now, since Lan Wangji has been incapacitated. Someone has to protect us, and I'm not leaving it to chance. Indeed her Jingyi and Qin Su's Kaisong are three years old, and A-Yuan no more than a month.
"Yanli, I know he and you had been close as brother and sister, but that Wei Wuxian was a spy! He did...heavens knows what he did, but look at our husband now. Dianxia would not be like so if it weren't for him." Qin Su tries to reason with her.
Jiang Yanli merely shakes her head. "Wangye is alive, that is enough proof for me."
Mianmian catches on quickly. "You mean..."
"I do. Spy or not, A-Xian loves our dianxia, because if he doesn't, that arrow would have been through the head."
Wei Wuxian returns to Qishan and his story is believed. Though his attempted assassination was unsuccess, Wen Ruohan does not punishment him due to the many successes his spying had helped Qishan to have. To test his loyalty however, Wen Ruohan requests Wei Wuxian "serve" him the way he "served" Lan Wangji [detailed snippet here]. Wei Wuxian, trained and hardened, plays his part to perfection. If initially it is meant to be a test, then perhaps the emperor of Qishan discovers some unexpected sadistic satisfaction through the process, for he keeps the young man in his bed for the rest of the night. The next morning, Wei Wuxian extracts himself from his new mark's slumbering form to call for some water and towels. A maid with a bowed head approaches him and whispers: "A-Qing greets Wei-gongzi. Is Chenqing well?"
Chenqing is Wei Wuxian's code name that Meng Yao has set up for him. Wei Wuxian realizes immediately that this A-Qing is one of Meng Yao's little spies. "Chenqing is well," Wei Wuxian whispers back. Then in a louder voice, he orders, "Prepare water and towels, bixia and myself require baths." A-Qing becomes Wei Wuxian's primary line of communication to Gusu.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng wakes up in an unfamiliar place and is greeted by Nie Huaisang - Jiang-xiong is awake! - Meng Yao, and to his utter shock a blind Nie Mingjue.
Meng Yao is only a little apologetic. "I suppose your father should have warned you, but we wanted the act to be believable, and frankly, Jiang-xiao-jiangjun, you are not an accomplished liar."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What I'm talking about, Jiang-xiao-jiangjun, is we better catch you up to speed. Welcome to the Sunshot Campaign.
#the untamed#cql#wangxian#jiang cheng#jiang yanli#without envy#corie fics#cql ficlet#second last one!
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September 29 Day Countdown (25/29): 2017/12/28 Radio Interview on “Musictime with DJ Ziyan” 《DJ子彦音乐时间》
(19:30) Zhou Shen talks about how the production of his album was incredibly high quality, especially for the first album for a newcomer:
I was the one who dragged the quality of this album down. Because at that time, to be honest, I really wasn’t good at singing. But looking at it from another perspective, this album is like a time capsule—my greenest, most hard-working self is preserved in this album. In the future, when people listen to me singing these songs live, they’ll also see my growth.
(T/N: He totally called it—if you listen to the live versions of his album’s songs from the Singapore charity concert or his concert tours, you will literally be foaming at the mouth because of how good it is and how much he’s progressed. May I recommend Singapore’s “Blue Parachute” and C929′s “Shallow” and, my personal favourite from the album, “Ying Ren” :D)
(36:00) Interviewer asks which singers ZS admires; ZS replies that he admires a countless number of singers, but his biggest influences are Teresa Teng and Faye Wong.
ZS: Especially Teresa Teng, because when you listen to her, you can clearly tell that she’s putting her all into singing; she isn’t trying to show you how well she can sing, isn’t trying to demonstrate how solid her grasp on music or timbre is—these are all things you perceive afterwards, like oh turns out she’s so incredible in all these ways. But at first, she’s just singing a song to the fullest, not drawing attention to herself. I think this is something that’s extremely worth learning from. [...] You sing, the audience feels touched, and everything else is a bonus that comes after.
(11:20) Talks about how he was introduced to Gao Xiaosong: one day, his phone suddenly lit up with a notification; he saw he had a new WeChat group chat with Na Ying and Gao Xiaosong, and he was like, “...Is it...that Gao Xiaosong?” (T/N: yes it was)
(29:45) When Gao Xiaosong found out he used to study Dentistry, he said: “Aiyah why are you going into music? You could’ve made so much money as a dentist!”
(22:30) Talks about singing covers: He isn’t trying to outdo the original, because that’s impossible—the original will always be the classic. Rather, he goes from a different perspective and turns the song into his own version.
(30:30) Zhou Shen studied bel canto because bel canto music was the only option of study in the conservatory he went to. He had always wanted to sing pop music, but studying bel canto was great because it’s given him a broader understanding of music.
(33:45) Interviewer asks if he ever thought of studying musical theatre or opera:
Zhou Shen: I wanted to! But the world didn’t give me the opportunity. Although I was studying sciences, I considered taking the university exam for music specialties. I wanted to apply for my ideal university, Tsinghua! But then I looked and, under the vocal music requirements, there was: “Males: must at least 170cm.” (*ZS slaps his hands together while the interviewer breaks out into laughter*) So that was the end of my application. The world has told me NO so many times. (*laughs*) If you want to go into music, the audience had to be able to see where you were on stage. (*laughs*)
(39:30) Interviewer: “Lastly, what do you want to say to your fans?”
ZS: Every interview always has this question. Every time I can’t think of anything other than thank you. [...] Because, other words, I’ve told them on Weibo or at performances, but in the end, it’s just “thank you.”
[...] I’ve always- (*hums in thought*) I’ve always wondered... what do you like about me? (*laughs*) You look at me, I’m not tall, I’m not handsome—if I was, I would’ve just gotten into Tsinghua back then. (*laughs*) I don’t have a lot of attractive qualities. But I’m grateful to them because they somehow keep finding things appealing in me and continue to support me. And I’m grateful to them for always seeing the heart and the effort that we put into every song, every work. When my album was released, I wasn’t the only one crying—they were also crying with me; they also felt like, finally it’s released.
So when you ask me what I want to say to them, it’s really just comes down to thank you. I’m going to keep working hard. I have a promise with them: right now, I don’t have the ability to go to them—they all come from all over to support me. But one day when I have the ability, I want to come to them—I want to go to their cities and sing for them. (Interviewer: That’s a concert tour.) Right. Do you have to say in such an official way? It was such a beautiful sentiment, honestly! (*laughs*)
#zhou shen#周深#my translations#mine#zs 29#okay but like yknow how most of the venues for c929 were relatively small?#like maybe a couple thousand on the bigger end and one thousand and a half on the smaller end#even though he could probably just do one big concert maybe a few days in a row at one place like other singers do#make it easier for himself#and even though he could easily have bigger venues (tho he himself doesn't recgonize that 💀 tickets literally sell out in 3 seconds man 😭)#but he doesn't even want to go to those super big venues bc he knows the sounds quality isn't as good#and wants the best for the ppl who come#this was a really great interview!! a lot of parts i just mostly summarized#other parts that he's kinda said renditions of in other interviews so i skipped over but still worth listening to#and other parts i might translate in the future#it's one of the many interviews promoting his album so i've heard some of the same stories about the album so many times LMAO#how the recording of da yu went and how it was really brutal bc#he just got off the place has jetlag a headache and is super nauseous but he still went to the recording studio almost immediately#the black musician they worked with named Blue and how the first chinese sentence Blue learned was 'wo men bu lu le'#'we're finishing recording today' but it also sounded like 'i am blue' LOL#there was a lot about the album in this interview#that ill probably compile at a later date with other interviews promoting the album#im not kidding when i say i heard a lot of the same thing about the album over and over again LMAO#i need smth separate to sort it out nicely#i know its like zs said that he wasn't as good at singing when he recorded it but it's still REALLY good#and well worth all the appreciation and love
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Parakeets among Hydrangeas and Poppies, Sō Shiseki, after 1770, Minneapolis Institute of Art: Japanese and Korean Art
green, pink, blue, and white parakeet preening itself on a flowering hydrangea branch near center; another parakeet perched on thick end of branch at LL; pink, red, and purple poppies blossoming around hydrangea, with a red chrysanthemum LLQ; rocks behind branch at L Two parakeets rest among flowers on an early summer day. The composition is dominated by the large branch of hydrangea but anchored in the lower left corner by a rock and colorful poppies. Chinese painting techniques, including shading on the petals and leaves and a light, uneven wash of ink in the background, are used to heighten the sense of three-dimensionality. The painter, born Kusumoto Kōhachirō in Edo, studied Chinese bird-and-flower painting in Nagasaki, first under Japanese followers of the celebrated Chinese realist painter Shen Nanpin and later under Song Ziyan, who inspired him to adopt the name Sō Shiseki (pronounced “Song Zishi” in Chinese).
Size: 13 1/2 × 22 5/8 in. (34.29 × 57.47 cm) (image) 49 3/8 × 28 1/16 in. (125.41 × 71.28 cm) (mount, without roller)
Medium: Ink and color on silk
https://collections.artsmia.org/art/122262/
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Heads up seven up: post the last seven sentences of the thing you wrote and tag seven people:
I hope, however, that you are better now than when you wrote your last letter, and that those feelings no longer trouble you. Please write me back, Zewu-jun, and tell me how you are, or all the ways I have disappointed you again, or anything at all, even if it is just one line.
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Ziyan,
I am sorry for threatening to stop writing to you. I hadn’t thought about it in the way you described, only that it was my only option for holding you accountable these days, but I understand. Rest assured that I won’t simply stop, at least not without telling you why, no matter how infuriating you may be. You know I have never wanted to be the sort of person who uses my power to coerce others, and I regret that that is what you thought I was doing, even if it wasn’t my intention.
tagging @paradife-loft, @guqin-and-flute, @venndaai, @xiyao-feels, @veliseraptor, and anyone else who wants to do it. also if any of y’all don’t want to, that’s 100% cool.
#untamed stuff#i lucked out that this section wasn't spoilery didn't i#how did he disappoint lan xichen again? WELL#you will see
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AKB48 Team SH ☆ No Way Man
#akb48 team sh#team sh#no way man#akb48#SH队#Xu YiTing#Dai ZiYan#Dong FangChi#Li ShiQi#Liu Nian#Mao WeiJia#Shen Ying#Song XinRan#Wang YuDuo#Wei Xin#Wu AnQi#Zhuang XiaoTi#Zhu Ling#Zhou NianQi#Zhai YuJia#Ye ZhiEn#akb48 china
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10, 11, and 12 for ri boi
mr rion severan sir it’s time to answer for your crimes
10. Their interactions with an enemy/rival
Rion’s pretty abrasive with those he doesn’t like. Not snappy, but not really afraid to show his teeth, so to speak. He likes people to know that he’s powerful, he doesn’t like people focusing on anything else because there’s a lot of weaknesses that he is acutely aware of hidden behind that initial facade. So, he’ll do a lot to ensure that facade remains standing, particularly with people he doesn’t like.
Rion watches Hawke pace the battlements, the sound of his armour putting dents into Rion's vision - sharp scratches of white sound, interrupting the shape of Hawke's words.
"Hawke, stop walking," Rion holds out a hand from where his arms have been folded tight across his chest. He waits until the other man looks at him in acknowledgement, the pacing coming to an abrupt end. "You knew about Corypheus, and you made no mention of it to anyone."
"That's not true--" Hawke takes a step towards Rion, indignance written across his face as his words fall flat against Rion's growl of warning.
"Then why was this hidden from us for years?"
"Corypheus was dead, Larius was on his way to tell the Wardens. My part in it was done!" Hawke argues, and Rion watches how his voice pitches dangerously into bloody purple hues, a colour Rion hasn't noticed before. He licks his dry lips, feeling sick to the stomach from the way his Blight-sickness has hit today, and his patience is running thinner than a razor. He could argue this all day long, how Hawke's reluctance had cost the Wardens nearly everything - but what good is fire against fire? Breathing in deep, Rion gives Hawke a long, cold stare.
It turns to ice at the mention of Larius.
"A Warden on his calling does not return," Rion's eyes narrow, stare hardening. "There's nothing left of the Warden, nothing worth knowing. They walk into those festering halls to die, nothing more. Did it not occur to you that a creature so twisted by the Blight should not be allowed to walk free?"
Hawke's expression twists, dark eyes fraught with confusion. "Larius, or Corypheus?"
Resisting the urge to smile, Rion shrugs. "Both."
11. Their interactions with a stranger
It really depends on the day you catch him. The older he gets, the more volatile his anchor grows, the worse his Blight-sickness seems to get.-- you tend to have a bigger chance of catching him on a rough day. He can be pretty sharp and snappy on these days, more than any other. Strangers would probably get the brunt of that, and come away the worse for wear.
On a good day, though, Rion does have this innate paternal quality to him that stands out to a stranger. He’s invested in people and their wellbeing, and his interactions reflect that. He creates a sense of being open without really revealing much about himself in the process. He’s always looking for allies, and most of the time, he’ll try and come across as someone worth knowing.
The boy is freezing, Rion notices right away. His jaw is clenched against the cold, his arms wrapped tight around himself with a white-knuckle grip, and he refuses to look anybody in the eye. His clothes are Tevene in origin, Rion guesses by the odd lines and layers the boy is draped in, although they're torn and worn thin, colour fading.
Rion can see Amrun and Ziyan bickering on the deck of the Boeric, gesturing towards the hunched figure every so often but neglecting entirely to include him in the conversation. A little rude, Rion thinks, but it is not his problem. He slips past a merchant's aravel and pulls a woven blanket from a pile of goods. He sees the first flicker of a complaint arising from the merchant, but one look their way and they can't seem to apologise quick enough.
"I will pay you later, friend. Does the Hahren no good to have a thief for a son, hm?" He quips idly as he passes, and the reply is lost on him when his focus returns to the boy, perched on a crate on the docks, staring at the ground like he wants it to swallow him whole. Rion approaches confidently, slowing as he draws near.
"You look cold." Rion offers his thoughts to the boy with an air of nonchalance, unfolding the blanket in his hands. The boy looks up at him sharply, eyes blown wide. There's a moment where he looks over his shoulder to Amrun on the deck, and then back to Rion, and recognition dawns. Rion gives a small, knowing smile, and throws the blanket around his shoulders. His thin frame is buried under the woven fabric, and his shaking slowly subsides.
"Thank you." The boy speaks softly, much softer than Rion was expecting. He studies him quickly, trying to put some pieces together in the short moment he'd swept the blanket upon his shoulders. He's young, very young -- can't be older than eighteen, surely? Lost, that much is certain. A little bruised and banged up, but the marks are fading. A runaway, but to Rivain from Tevinter? That's a long way. Perhaps Tevinter decided that for him, forced him out. A place so deliberate about its society is bound to have outcasts, even this young. All these possibilities filter through Rion's mind in an instant but he pushes the thoughts aside, settling on a simple question.
"Do you have a name?"
There's a moment of deliberation, before the boy pulls the blanket tighter around him and looks up with a sigh. "Lysander."
12. Them in their favorite outfit
We know he’s vain. He cares about his image. His favourite outfit is definitely going to be something that he feels powerful in -- probably his Warden-Commander regalia. It’s armour. It’s protective, it’s safe. But it’s also a symbol, and he knows it.
It's easy to stand before Adamant in his armour - Commander of the Grey, denoted by the griffon wings, the elegant plate, the stark blue tabard lying over burnished silver, a hint of blue sky amidst an endless storm.
Sure, it's heavy. It carries weight, weight that isn't tangible in its metal plates and leather straps. Weight made up of memories, good and bad and everything in between. If Rion closes his eyes, he can feel the first time he put it on in its most basic form, the unadorned half-plate of a recruit fresh out of the Joining, stumbling through Ostagar with his fingertips on fire. He almost misses that time of ignorance, the joy of not knowing what lay ahead.
He remembers adding the gauntlets early on, not suited for magic but beautifully weighted for a sword. A moment where he decided his future would not be ruled by magic, however innate.
The greaves to go over his boots came from Alistair, months into their campaign. For a man who could, on occasion, be rather obtuse in his understandings, Alistair was strangely intuitive. Rion remembers the awkward, hesitant conversations they shared over their training regime under the Templars, silently admitting their fears for the organisation beneath their outspoken love for the purpose they upheld. Rion had spoken of the armour, how he'd enjoyed the weight and sturdiness of steel over leather, how it forced him to use his blade properly. Alistair went out of his way to find some greaves in Denerim. Rion hasn't forgotten that. He won't.
He's never liked helmets. Too restrictive. But Leliana had found one in an abandoned chest in Redcliffe Castle - Rion didn't ask questions, she had a penchant for finding and taking what she liked - and gave it to him, asked him to wear it. Rion remembers the way he'd laughed and refused repeatedly until she all but begged, "Just once, Rion, I promise.", and so he did, thinking he'd finally hear the end of it. He remembers how quiet the camp had gotten, how devoid of colour as silence fell -- and the way she'd looked at him, like he was some kind of hero.
Piece by piece he'd built his armour - him and his friends, companions, brothers in arms - and that gave it something else that any other piece of armour wouldn't have. Rion doesn't know how to explain it, but he can feel it every time he puts it on.
Right now, in this armour, watching fire rain down upon the Warden fortress of Adamant, he isn't the Inquisitor, and that thought is incredibly freeing.
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