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these were all taken while in a call with @liingma and watching jjba
these were all taken while in a call with @liingma and watching jjba
liingma
“I-” Stopping himself again, he couldn’t find the strength to admit how he truly felt about the matter; she told him she didn’t want to speak any more on the subject, but he could sense her hesitance, she was different; lacking the sureness she usually sported. He felt compelled to explain himself, alas, he let himself stay quiet, just as he always done in times like this, his answer masking his feelings as usual. “You needn’t apologise, you’ve always had the best of intentions for our clan…” His hand clasped at the nape of his neck, he could barely give her a side ward glance without that familiar twinge striking his chest. “Perhaps I’m just not as strong a leader as I once thought.”
With that, he slung his weapon across his shoulder and lead his bodyguard out of their refuge; the dawns light peaking through the grey painted skies illuminating the short path to the local train station. The landscape glistened with the morning dew as the pair walked side by side, it was strange, having her by his side wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Fu, the old guard, insisted on his protection serving from the shadows, and while he wasn’t one to dismiss the traditions of the warriors; there was something comforting about having her there… Even with the awkwardness still hanging around them. “Would you like something to eat? I’m sure someone around here could get us some food.” It was all he could do to offer, lest he let the silence eat away at his conscience; he didn’t even know if there was anywhere to give them food nearby, yet he still blurted it out just to break the ever growing tension. “O-or maybe I could carry your things…? I don’t mind really…”
she truly has always carried best intentions. though, she found, she was hot - headed and brash. her willingness to throw her own life away wasn’t necessarily a good thing for the clan : yes, she should be prepared in the case that it could happen, but it shouldn’t be her only resort or throw herself recklessly into a fight without caring. lan fan simply didn’t answer, only going to reach under her bed for her arm which was wrapped in a make - shift sling over her shoulder. her silence remained until the down - putting of himself. ‘ master yao, you are not a weak leader. the willingness and compassion you show for your people and for the people who work for and with you speak louder than any words the current empire has ever said. ’ bodyguard stood behind him again, ‘ please, do not bash yourself for a role you haven’t even taken the full title of yet. ’ following the prince out, her eyes were dead - set on a path that they were traveling with her lips pursed and tight. her shoulders were stiff and tight, back straight. she felt kind of guilty for being short and still . . . moody. though something itched at her in the back of her mind that wouldn’t leave her alone despite the fact she’d tell herself : let it go.
lan fan wasn’t used to walking by him. always slinking behind him, watching over him and around him. she found herself scanning the area around them, eyes gluing to people she could see as threats. then he spoke. her feelings clouded all of her senses : including her hunger, but . . . she knew he’d like to eat, so she’d make the stop. ‘ breakfast would be nice, if you’re in the mood for it. but don’t worry about my things, i promise. ’ the idea of her being weaker hit a nerve, having to remind herself - - - the prince doesn’t think of you as weaker. he was just . . . trying to make things better after their argument. her jaw clenched a bit, the idea of having to take her mask off again irked her, but she was the one who agreed, and who knew ? maybe getting something to eat would make feel better.
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liingma
“Lan Fan…” Caring hands rustle the bodyguard’s body back and forth, an attempt to gently awaken her as the morning’s light pierced through the window. The air was still thick with the animosity of the night prior. He seemed to have calmed down some, his eyes resting in their usual indifferent gaze. The long night’s watch gave him time aplenty to sit in the bed he had made, his frustration mellowed but the twinge in his chest remained. “You know… I hear the train ride to Rush Mountain is nice…” A moot point, they’d most likely be hitching a ride in the baggage cart; the pair were still illegal aliens after all, but he couldn’t find anything else to speak of, and he didn’t want to leave her in silence.
Sitting at the foot of her bed he still found it hard to find the right words, it seemed like he had been out of line the night before. Sure, he had been upset before, but the vexation that bubbled to the surface wasn’t like anything he’d exposed before, his feelings, the unacceptable attachment he’d kept hidden away from his peers. “Come on, we don’t need to go right now but you should get ready.”
she didn’t sleep well. feeling the prince’s hand stir her from only a few hours of comfortable rest from being in and out all night. lan fan made a grunt in response to let young prince know she was awake. body slowly lifted from the mattress, fingers combing through her hair to fix bangs that had gotten roughed up from her tossing and turning. ‘ i’ve also heard. ’ her short responses weren’t uncommon, but her tone was : it was quieter and less abrasive. sure, one might thing that’d be a good thing, but abrasiveness was part of who she was. shorter warrior pushed herself out of bed, crouching to grab her usual outfit and accoutrements. ‘ the sooner, the better. ’ she muttered in response to his last statement : she really just wanted to get this over with, already feeling awful for the argument, the guilt for taking up his precious time, the . . . making him seem heartless towards her. that was low of her, but she didn’t want to address that right now. she just made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
it didn’t take her long, only a couple of minutes. bag - heavy eyes were covered by her mask, hair in its usual bun at the top. brown eyes stuck towards the young prince, fingers gripping the mask she had just put on : a sigh passed through her lips before she spoke, ‘ i apologize for my attitude last night. i shouldn’t have spoken like that. ’ she stood, frozen, looking at the inside of her mask just to avoid eye contact when she spoke. shoulders tensed, automail arm not being attached for the moment. it bugged her to see it after last night. she tucked it away for safe keeping, planned on keeping it off until they got to rush mountain. ‘ . . . we don’t have to talk about this further. i simply wanted to apologize, my lord. i’m ready to go whenever you are. ’ as sturdy and stable as she was, she was wishy - washy on the mask right now - - - on, then off, but being placed back firmly in it’s place. hood pulled up, a way of concealing more of herself. somewhat comforting to her, it just felt right to be back to strictly business for the time being. her job didn’t call for letting her feelings get in the way.
liingma
“No!” His voice boomed, loud enough to seemingly shake the room around them, taking his hand back from her side and slamming it, closed fist on his thigh. Frustration had come to a boil in a rare loss of composure, his struggle to remain in control failing spectacularly. “I don’t care about any of that right now, Lan Fan, we’re going to get you your treatment and maintenance; that’s final.” Hearing her speak like that, that she could see herself in that light; it tore at his very being. She knew, knew he couldn’t admit to anything, that he could never truly admit his feelings openly like he dreamt of, and to suggest he thought of her as just a servant, and not the one closest to his heart… It filled him with a deep fury, not at her, or even at the circumstances that kept them apart. But at himself, for letting her believe for one moment that she was anything else to him.
“Now you will sleep, do you understand?” There was no gap in his resolve, he wouldn’t let her twist his arm again. “I’ll keep watch tonight, we will leave first thing in the morning for Rush Valley.”
maybe she did know it. it was frustration, really. the circumstances between them that kept them from being more than what they are. she could be nothing more than a bodyguard, a servant, by law. the tradition of the xingese. whether or not she was is a different story. fingers curl against her shoulder - - - where most would find fear in their eyes at the sudden attitude change, the loudness of a usually calm and mellow voice, lan fan found frustration. but she wouldn’t argue anymore : final meant final. her lips clenched shut with brows furrowing further. nose kept buried in the collar of her outfit, a simple ‘ fine. ’ passed through tightly - kept lips, loud enough to be heard.
shoulder’s tensed more than ever before. it didn’t take her more than a second to turn completely, letting a twinge of sadness kept hidden from the prince : he couldn’t know, she wouldn’t allow for it. he knew her angry, yes, but it would be a cold day in hell before she lets him see her cry again. pause in the frame of the smaller bedroom’s door, grabbing for it. ‘ goodnight, i’ll see you in the morning. ’ softer than her terse ‘fine’ from before.
liingma
Her hesitance to accept his offer didn’t surprise him, she’d been like that for as long as she had been by his side. All these years by his side and she still was able to get priorities in order better than he ever could. Duty, it was the bane of their relationship, where she was proud to serve him; he’d much rather her be content with her own safety. The thought of anyone, let alone her, dying for him? It stirred up something wretched deep inside, something anyone in his position would feel, but something he as prince could not admit to bear. “You’ve given so much for me, yet I’m not allowed to do whatever I can to help you?”
Her assurance wasn’t much use to him, empty platitudes to dissuade him from his own selfish worries, he could see right through them. “I am a son of Xing, if I can’t do what is needed to keep the one I-” he stopped himself before he could admit anything uncouth, quickly correcting his course. “-To keep those who serve me safe, then what right do I have to serve the people of our land?”
she made her case. lan fan proceeded to move her arm away, fingers curling on the metal palm with a slight tink that made her feel inhuman. she felt a hitch in her breath when he started on / she didn’t want to argue, but they both knew how seriously she took her job. how seriously she cared for the safety of the prince - - - not only as her duty, but as a person. he was deeply important to her, in ways that she had never voiced. perhaps her actions screamed for her devotion, but there was always something unspoken. the bodyguard took a step back before beginning her rebuttal. ‘ this is not on the same level, ling. my arm and your empire are worlds apart. i can hold on for a day or two, believe me. i - - - this automail situation can wait. you’re searching for something, i’m not going to get in the way of that. ’ a deep breath in and out.
‘ i know who you are. ’ hand still composed of flesh and bone under the glove moved to her shoulder where fingers kneaded the skin that was there, trying to work out some pain anyway she knew how. words caught in her throat for a second, face turning to look at the floor. she couldn’t bare to look at him when they spoke like this. it hurt her to defy his wishes, hurt her to see him worry, to argue - - - but that was her job, that was her nature : she’d throw herself into deadly situations just to keep him as intact as she was. as harmful as that might be, she grew to . . . love the prince over time. not in the way she did before, when they were kids / not like how she thought love worked when she though hand - holding was the height of romance. but a sacrificial one. where she wouldn’t go down without swinging if it meant his safety. ‘ this isn’t a matter of you not protecting the people or your . . . servants, ’ servants said with an attitude of speaking down to herself, eyebrows tensing as if that’s all she was ever going to be to him, ‘ this is a matter of priority. your business is more important. this . . . thing can wait. ’ her upper body pivoted to the side, eyes still glued to the floor as opposed to looking at him. ‘ it’s getting late. we have to be up early. ’
“ I hate people like you… 3PM, July 31st; you will see a light.”
‘ yes, sir, mr peter griffin. ’
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THE FIERCE WARRIOR / THE RELENTLESSLY PROTECTED
liingma
“Rush Valley isn’t that far, we can pay Ms. Rockbell a visit; have her fix you up.” Calloused fingers trace up the gunmetal limb, etching the young prince’s regret into the mechanical prosthetic. Her wound was a harsh reminder of his failure as a leader, but also of his importance to their clan; the sacrifice of flesh and bone cementing his resolve to succeed; yet he was still pained by her suffering. “Lan Fan” he suspired, “all I do is worry, it’s the burden of a leader; made heavier for a friend.”
the touch isn’t exactly foreign. but it wasn’t well - known. her eyes glance towards the prince with some anxiety / all i do is worry. that didn’t make her feel great, really - - - lan fan’s duty was to protect him, to stave all threats towards him. but the burden of a leader is one she didn’t know. shoulder tensed, the instinct to pull away from help and carry on her own had to be swallowed. the idea of denying his suggestions were much more upsetting than getting help. a moment of silence, hesitation while she thought. ‘ ling, ’ a friend. lan fan let a sigh out through her nostrils and stood up straight, brows furrowed : she had to deny. ‘ you . . . you have duties here, i cannot distract from them. once those are done, then we can visit ms. rockbell. ’ the idea that there was regret there, him thinking he was a failure while she just felt it a duty, an honour to have protected him ? it haunted her for a moment. she couldn’t think about it, it would drive her crazy. smaller hand fiddled with the machinery, mimicking massage to ease it back into proper position, ‘ it’ll be okay, i’m sure. i know you worry, but i assure you, you have more important things to focus on right now. you have business to attend to. ’
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liingma
“Your arm !!! Is it meant to be able to spin around like that?” Automail, a western invention; extremely foriegn from the Xingese Volksgeist, it was clear to see from the prince’s reactions to it’s inhuman functions. Personal discomfort aside, he was glad the Elric brothers were able to find a mechanic skilled enough to accommodate his retainer; just another favour to add to the pile of debts he had rung up during his time in Amestris.
“Please be careful Lan Fan, we don’t have the means to repair it when we get back to Xing.” @faanma
‘ i . . . no, it’s not. ’ hand was quick to grasp the route of the problem, wincing for a second at the feeling / it was weird, trying to get used to it. sometimes the pain she’d get was overwhelming, but she’d do her best to bite a pillow and carry on. . . . although, when it’s moved on it’s own, it’s pretty hard to ignore. warrior’s nose buried in the tall collar of her shozoku, brows narrowing as she swallowed a hard lump in her throat to speak as clearly as she ever did. ‘ please, don’t worry about me, master yao. it’ll be alright, i’m sure. ’ she didn’t know how to take care of it herself, she wasn’t sure / only being told some very basic maintenance, technicalities like this ? not a clue. right now, some brute force that caused twinges of pain she hid was the only answer she had.
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Did I mention I love Lan Fan?