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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[diabolique]

[ Ah, yes, his circumstances weren’t wholly unlike Jin Guangyao’s. His mother also longed for Jin Guangshan’s return and hoped he would acknowledge their child. In truth, she probably only wanted a better life than they had in Mo Village. He couldn’t blame her, but he never actually expected to be welcomed by the LanlingJin sect.

He doesn’t fit in well here, but he isn’t mistreated. Half of the reason is likely due his lack of knowledge of how to behave toward certain people of higher status. He honestly doesn’t know who half of them are. Why should he? He’s nobody. There’s no great talent or ambition in him to speak of, so what reason would he ever have to interact with such luminaries?

So, yes, he had no idea the pretty person with the pretty fan was anyone important, let alone the leader of the QingheNie sect.

Upon seeing the fan held out, Xuanyu steps closer, bending down to take a closer look at the details he admired from afar. It’s much finer than anything he’s seen. Then again, that could be said of everything in Carp Tower. Another reason he didn’t fit in here: he was like the rural cousin who didn’t know or understand how to exist in the more bustling environment of more settled areas.

His expression brightens, lips forming a silent ‘ah’ in delight at what he sees. So much joy in such a small thing. It takes a moment for Xuanyu to realize he’s being spoken to. Blinking up at Huaisang, Xuanyu points to himself as though he were unsure. ]

You don’t mind?

crawls to this beautiful thread

[fanfavors]

[Mo-something-or-other has no idea who he is, but he still hesitates; Huaisang isn't sure how to respond to that except to keep holding the fan out, non...threateningly? He isn't used to being the more confident person in a given interaction, but it would feel even more false than usual to start in with his headshaker routine now to put the young man at ease, so.

Well, this: the fan, and the sunlight, and the inviting cool of the shade beneath this tree. He watches Xuanyu with a kind of bemusement, quiet for a moment like saying anything too suddenly would break the spell the sun and the shadow and the fan have over this moment.

Ah—]

Oh- no, no! It would be nice to have company.

[Just hang out with him, pretty mystery Mo.]

[diabolique]

[ After a beat, a bright smile breaks out across his face. There are precious few who acknowledge Xuanyu here (why should they, he’s nobody, after all) and fewer still who want to while away their time with him. How awkward it must be to have to welcome so many of Jin Guangshan’s illegitimate sons to the sect. It’s no wonder others don’t know what to make of him. It’s not as if he really wants his fathers love or attention, but cultivating has been a unique experience, even if he’s not great at it.

And it’s always wonderful to sit beside a handsome stranger.

Almost as quickly as his trepidation turned to excitement, he steps into the shade, all bright smiles and glistening eyes. It takes very little kindness to make Xuanyu happy. He’s a bit romantic at heart, thinking what a lovely scene this would be if it were a painting. Two people sitting under the shadow of a tree in all this breath-taking scenery.

Xuanyu settles in the grass, peering up into the leaves swaying with the soft breeze. Very pretty, indeed. ]

Did you paint it yourself? The fan?

90 years later, me

[fanfavors]

[Huaisang watches him, idly fascinated still by his demeanor; casual and controlled all at once somehow. But then, as one of the many illegitimate sons (besides that one), he would have to be, wouldn't he? He has a different kind of careful about him than his half-brother does, or even Huaisang himself; like some part of him is always on the defensive.

Well, this boy has nothing to worry about when it comes to Huaisang. He won't make overtures to bully him into being at ease, please, that's the oppressive half-friendliness of every Discussion Conference; instead, they can just be here, under the tree, Xuanyu's dark hair framing his face just so in the breeze. Hmm.]

Oh- no, not this one. I bought it last month, to... [make himself feel better about his dead brother, who hated his fans, well--] to match my robes. I left the ones I painted back in my room, ah- sorry, this sort of thing is unbecoming, or so I'm told...

No worries. I'm the slowest of the slow, friend.

[diabolique]

Unbecoming?

[ Xuanyu tilts his head slightly, a sour look flickering quickly over his features. It’s a word he’s heard a lot in his life. Mostly before he came here. At least here, people only whisper behind his back and ignore him if they have no good reason to interact with him. Ah, but that look is fleeting, almost immediately replaced by a friendly smile. ]

I think it’s wonderful! How is painting fans any different from practicing calligraphy? Both take patience and skill to turn something boring into something beautiful. Isn’t that so?