May the winds of change bring peace to us

Sima Sui [司馬粹], styled Maohong [茂弘] First son of Sima Liang "I promised to always be happy, no matter what. I'm going to keep that promise." [Independant OC blog for Sima Sui. Based off historical data. Side-blog to imperial-babysitter]

[brightandsui-blog]

Greetings,I am a butt

"I would rather not see that."

[snarkyeyes]

"Yeah, so like, I don’t have time to listen to these stupid stories, ok? I have like cooler stuff to do than these nonsense stories-" "Boo." "AIOJAFODJOPAKODAKD—-"

[brightandsui-blog]

"PWUAHAHAHAHA! YOUR FACE-! IT'S SO PALE! YOU WERE SO SCARED! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

[snarkyeyes]

"…….." "…It has some action, at least. Horror bores me most of the time. Please tell more." "…I swear to God—"

[brightandsui-blog]

"Have you ever heard of a skinshifter? They take your form, copying your memories, your personality, but all for one reason... when they're at home alone with your family, they slowly take you, their prey, and eat you piece by piece... while living out your life above the surface..."

"When they're finally done, and you're nothing left but bones, they shed their skin in front of your family, showing every strand of muscle fiber and dripping with blood as their eyes roll out of their heads... and they eat your entire family, leaving nothing but a bloodied mess as they slink back down to the sewers where they live."

[snarkyeyes]

"Yeah, do YOU think. I’m not scared at all, fucking loser!" "He is extremely scared. Especially horror games. He kept crying when we played P.T once-" "Gege, please go back to your own blog and shut your trap." "No." "Don’t believe the idiot! He is telling lies! Don’t believe the Anguo!"

[brightandsui-blog]

"I love horror games and stories! Loved the Orphan and the Ring, and so many others! Great movies and games... wonderful... Like this one where there's a ghost that targets people wearing red..."

"And she reaches her ghostly hand down their throat... which never affects the sounds of their screams..."

"To the base of their spine... her ice-cold fingers wrapping around the end of it, causing your blood to run cold..."

"And starts to tear it out... piece by bloody piece... Vertebra by vertebra.... each one sending a wave of pure agony as she crushes them in front of your very eyes!"

"Until your entire spine is out... even then... she takes care to do the same to every organ... Starting with your intestines, your stomach, your liver... and ending with your heart and lungs... being sure she can hear every agonized scream you make."

"Until you are no longer recognisable and just a puddle of blood and tissues! Pretty neat, right?"

[brightandsui-blog]

Cue Sui rolling around on the ground laughing.

"SHAN'S AFRAID OF GHOST STORIES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

[snarkyeyes]

He couldn’t even protest in the slightest today. The only reason why he didn’t cry about this was because the reason was not because this fool was worried, but because he wanted to punch him. He could accept that reason. A soft chuckle from the fallen assassin, who actually managed to pain a smile on his pitiful appearance. The raven-haired head fell to the side, away from Sui. His voice was still hidden away, if he muttered a single thing, he would only get a cough attack at this point. Hell how it annoyed him that his current target was after a head of a Sima, even this one right here. He would rather want him to be his own target and get rid of him once and for all. As he found a somewhat comfortable position, including covering his right palm so Sui couldn’t view the grotesque open wound there, he slowly felt sleep pulling him in, much to his annoyance. Oh well, he didn’t have to listen to Sui’s stupid words anymore, his own dreams would be more entertaining and less annoying. Shan fell asleep.

[brightandsui-blog]

He wasn't going to say anything about the scent of blood that was in the air, nor anything else, but he waited, made it seem like he was asleep as well before he started to hear the other's breathing evening out. Even then, he waited a while longer, before finally getting up for a moment, to get a small kit from his bed.

"Historian my ass..." The words were murmured under his breath as he shook his head. That was always the cover story for what he was learning to be, what he devoted most of his time to studying, although he passed it off as just a part of the history. Sure, he did study the history, and record the current events, but that was more to help Yang with his studies, as he was the actual one to wish to be the historian.

Even now, he tried to pinpoint the smell of blood, more from observation, and when he did, he carefully got it out from under the other's cover, and observed it. "It really needs to be stitched up... I swear..." He murmured to himself and started working on the poultice to ward off any infections first, then working on bandaging up the wound properly, trying to make it tight enough that the skin may heal back, but not too tight that it cut off circulation to his fingers.

He did, however, triple-knot it, just in case.

"Thrice damned idiot you are, Shan..." He yawned and closed his supplies and pushed them away. From there, he set his head against the wall, and let his eyes slip shut for real this time.

"Fucking imbecile..."

[snarkyeyes]

"…" He didn’t say a word, his body didn’t allow him to use the act of speech at all anymore. If he could, he would proudly state that the challenge was a piece of cake, just a single push and he would win. His body didn’t allow it. He could only move his head, really, that was it. His breath was the only sound he made at the moment. Shan didn’t want to go to sleep with another guy observing him, though.

[brightandsui-blog]

"Told you so."

With that little bit said, the conversation was practically, and waved his hand back and forth while his eyes were still on the scroll.

"And if you're wondering why I'm helping you, or anything else.... it's because I know you're somehow related to our family somehow... Else there would've been a blade in my back already. Most do not like us. And because I forbid you from dying in the streets before I get to punch you. Simple as that. Sorry, but you gotta put up with kindness for a little bit before I can punch you and not feel horrid for punching someone who is ill. It's a selfish desire."

Now that his reasonings were said, he only yawned for a brief moment and let his eyes slip shut for the moment while leaning against the wall. 

"So go to sleep... and get well enough so that I can punch you."

[fallenmarquis]

"I’m glad it won’t, I hope I won’t have to make you promise this marquis" Sima Gan gave a nod, sitting back in his chair, resting his hands atop the head of his walking cane.

"Hn… Your scent changes"

[brightandsui-blog]

"Nothing of the sort, Uncle." He really was surprised by how much his Uncle still saw, even when he had no sight. He respected him quite a bit because of it... more than any of his uncles that were still around.

"My scent? That's an odd thing to be able to tell... How?"

[snarkyeyes]

"…I know my body better than you. My hand is screaming for freedom." Yes, the bed was indeed comfortable. His back had never rested against such surfaces in years, probably not in his entire life. The blankets too, the finest of fabrics, not even the nice feeling of putting on clothes after a bath could compare to their softness. He disliked how great it felt. Even more, he disliked how of all people, this guy was helping out. 

[brightandsui-blog]

"Go to sleep, imbecile."

That was all he had to say about that issue, and he just sat down next to him and started reading a book. It was then that a thought crossed his mind, and he had a little devilish smirk on his face as he looked directly at the other, making sure he was within arm's reach.

"How's about this? If you can push me over from this position, you can leave the bed and go about your daily life. But if you can't, then you have to stay until you're better. You only get three tries. Fair?"

With that, he rolled the scroll a bit to get to the next section of characters, not really paying the other much mind.

"Of course... that's if you think you're strong enough to get out of bed. You're definitely strong enough if you can push a weakling like me around."

[itssimayi-deactivated20191205]

The strategist shook his head.

"Are you playing dumb or have you really become so lacking in common sense?" He countered scornfully, his voice becoming a forceful whisper as he dragged Sui further into the room and away from the door just incase Ju was anywhere nearby.

He focused his rusty gold eyes onto his grandson again. “Listen, I know that your condition isn’t something you control, but your attitude is. You cannot allow Yanming to depend upon all the time, that would be hindering his mental development and when you get married you won’t have time to mentor him. Do you understand?”

[brightandsui-blog]

"I understand, and I've already considered that. A place in politics, it's not good for me. People will not take me seriously, and that much has been proven when I have helped Father with his work. A place fighting... I've never been the best at sparring. I don't come up with the best of plans, so strategy isn't good for me either. Being a farmer or some sort of tradesman, what I have, whatever it is, is something that would inhibit my ability to figure it. I already sometimes see things or hear things that just aren't there...."

"Grandfather, I respect your opinion, I value it more than I do most, but with whatever this is, no doctor can explain it. I'm not on his back on every little thing. I help, I do nothing but aide. He does most on his own, and without any issues... I'm sorry, Grandfather, but this is one issue I must be adamant about. There is no other place in society for me other than as an adviser to my brother, and as a historian. While it may not be the best of pay, it is enough to take care of any family I may have. You know me. I don't ask for help. I hate it."

"I'm sorry, but that is what I will do."

[itssimayi-deactivated20191205]

Sima Yi frowned, slapping Sui’s hand. “Sui, stop that. Hand down” He didn’t shout but his tone sharpened.

"You’re not doing what your uncle Zhao done to me when he was younger, do you understand? Just because you’re no longer in a position to be the heir doesn’t mean you cannot do anything” Sima Yi scolded. “Your father wasn’t my heir, I wasn’t my Lord Father’s heir, look at what your father achieved, look at what I achieved and you’re here acting like the whole world ended? Man up, I commend you”

[brightandsui-blog]

"Grandfather..." He lowered his hand swiftly and just rubbed his wrist from where he was hit. 

"It's a front. A position as a historian is seriously the best I can do right now with... with what's going on. I'm just-" He shook his head. "I'm not trying to be like Uncle Zhao, and I'm not lazy. Honestly, I'm doing this so I have more free time to help with Ju. He's bright, but his mind goes a mile a minute, and sometimes he needs help slowing down." He explained calmly, and with a smile. "So I'm there to slow him down. That's my real job. I'm only helping out where I can even with what I'm... Even if I'm lazy... then there will be no bad name on our family, and Ju will still make a successful heir."

[snarkyeyes]

The worst part about this treatment was the stinging pain in his right palm. It was bad enough usually, but the weaken state of his body only made it worse. His whole body was aching, of course, but that’s where the pain stuck the most. He felt dizzy too, his surroundings became unclear once more. Only the soft feel of the fabrics massaged his body, somehow calming down the annoying pain. "…Can’t…move.. Dammit..!"

[brightandsui-blog]

Really, he was rather satisfied with things like this, especially since he didn't seem to be able to move, or do anything. The entire situation was easy to get in, and easy to get out, even if he was dealing with his own things concerning his ever-impending future.

Even now, he just grabbed the light-covers of his and pulled it over the other's body until the edge of the blanket came to his chin.

"See, that's your body telling you to sleep. Very comfortable bed, right?"

[snarkyeyes]

”..Let go of me this instant…” He wasn’t even going to question how the other could lift him up, he was more annoyed that he was taken away somewhere. "I..I can’t.. I am fine.!"

[brightandsui-blog]

"Too bad. I'm taking advantage of your vulnerable position, and you're resting... and UP!"

With that said, he picked up the other onto his back and grabbed hold of both of his hands while carrying him on his back inside somewhere to a bed that was probably too soft for most.

"Stay here, and if you leave, I can easilly catch up with ya."

[fallenmarquis]

Sima Gan tilted his head to the side, almost curiously. “My eyes?” He questioned. “How I do what?”

[brightandsui-blog]

"Yeah... it was stupid and juvenile, and it won't happen again."

"Know I'm lying."

[snarkyeyes]

"Ahahaha… I.. I have stuff to do.. S-silly me, sleeping away… I-I’ve vomited and still done w-what I need… need to do.. L-like I’ll stop n-now!"

[brightandsui-blog]

"God, you're an idiot...." Even with the other in this state, he picked up the other and started walking. "Your job can wait, and if not, I'll do it. You're way too ill to do anything."

[itssimayi-deactivated20191205]

Sima Yi shook his head slowly, grasping Sui’s upper arm firmly but over the years his hands had turned frail and bony so his hold was lax if anything.

"Sui" He began. "Forget the tea, I’m not here for that… You’re… nineteen now?" He murmured uncertainly. "You need to start thinking about the future a little more clearly"

[brightandsui-blog]

So it was one of those talks. It was a future talk. All he could do was sigh. These were the worst kinds of conversations, and this was something he didn't understand why it was so important. He wasn't going to be the heir... that was already given to Ju.

"Nineteen... End of next winter, I'll be an adult... I still have a few months until then." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Really, I'm not going to do anything special... I'm just going to... Be a historian. It'll be better than Father's job for me, and nobody will really need the help of a historian... Ju will be well off, and we'll be fine."

"That's my choice of job. Ju's the one with the bright future. Not me."

[this-sworn-lullaby-blog]

"…I think I’m going to take a nap-"

[brightandsui-blog]

"Naps are always nice..."