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don’t swallow the cap - the national

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~by おじや

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And there it was, the truth. She knew it would come with time and patience, but he should have known better. As the admission rolled from his mouth in a discontent rumble, Xialiao shifted and her interest immediately focused on his primary limb. She was no qualified doctor, of course, however through years of living in close quarters with her brother and rolling with the best their rowdy cousins, Xialiao learned a thing or two in the medicinal field and with herbal remedies, and added to that over the years. She knew what kind of injuries Xiahou Dun sustained, the concerns of Xiahou Yuan, and the kind of trouble Cao Cao would drag them all into. Truly, nothing ever changed.

She reached forward and cupped both of her hands beneath his larger, far more muscular arm–one nestled gently under his bicep, and the other curled loosely around his wrist. Lifting it to gauge which muscle had been pulled and nearly torn, Xialiao began asking a series of questions as she turned and worked different muscles. She was digging for yes or no responses to isolate what exactly required needing tending to. But this was a common enough procedure, and he knew the drill. She’d concoct something and send him on his way, knowing full well that Cao Cao trusted her more than medical practitioners after Cao Chong’s untimely passing and Hua Tuo’s unusual methodology.

“Tell me what happened in more detail, and where exactly your arm is affected.” He wouldn’t admit to the pain, only the lack of use his arm currently served. She knew that, and that was why she never insinuated he was affected by it. “If I can determine a preventative measure and a temporary fix to placate Lord Cao Cao, you can extend that opinion to him personally.”

➹ ||   HIS ARM WAS limp in her hands as she examined its every inch twice over. questions answers as she asked even as basic as they were. any aches or pains he suffered would go unnoticed or unsaid. complaining did nothing but promote weakness or a cry of wolf. besides---- this was nothing, just a hurt arm & sore muscles. to complain about this was as if he was a child. but it was enough to cause a stir with Cao Cao & demand Xiahou Dun take a pause. ＂ swung back with my blade & it near took me with it when i was caught off guard. caught it near in time but felt a hard pull near my shoulder. didn’t worry about it at the time, but it’s been sore & tough since. that’s about it. ＂

         simple enough. an injury he’s had multiple times. or similar. all the more reason he couldn’t understand why there was so much fuss about his health. fingers quiver for a moment before curling into palms tightly, he feels stiff, body & mentally. like the brick wall he was metaphorically facing when trying to explain how this was nothing. nothing compared to----- ＂ he’s sick & he’s worried about my arm. ＂

         small confession, spoken under soft words laced in a bitter attitude. another huff & snarl. ＂ ah. i’m sure if i have someone else vouching for my health this will all be waved off. lucky for me Mengde knows your unlikely to just side on my behalf just because i asked of you to. ＂

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「 it has been a long time coming, hasn't it--- Guan Yu. 」

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faq

q: can you be stopped

a: absolutely not

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please stop asking if theres any way to stop me theres not

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im literally getting billions and billions of asks begging for a way to stop me and I’m sorry its literally impossible I won’t quit and I won’t die

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Xiahou Dun and Cao Cao from Dynasty Warriors by ノノマ.

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“I thought you were more honest than that,” she huffs as he rolls over–a futile attempt to save him from her innate, maternal tendencies and all-seeing eyes. “Not only lying, but not able to do so to my face?” She sighed, following after him with hands prepared for tending. Despite her hard features the solemn expression, her sole purpose was to heal–as it oftentimes was.

“You’ll sleep when your dead,” she confided with a scoff, “but you will be sleeping far earlier than you’d like if you do not care for your well-being.” She seats herself on the back of her calves, situated mere inches away from him–a large enough gap to give him the space she knew that he desired, but close enough to insinuate that she was not leaving until she was satisfied. “Now, turn over and look at me. I’ll see to it that our lord cousin feels that you’ve rested enough. We both know how much they need you.” She folded her arms then, expectantly so, and quirked a single brow of momentary impatience.

“As much as your presence warms me, I know where your heart and mind lie. Having you away from the field and straying from lord Cao Cao’s side is both useless and idiotic.” 

➹ ||   EASILY HE SHIFTS around back to where he can face her, sitting up & leaning against the wall. plenty of space for the other to rest right next to him if she desired. all his complaints & fuss went right through her. always did. she knew him better than he could ever know himself. their age wasn’t so distant after all. years spent as youths close nit. Xialiao knew when he was properly bothered. he slumps & huffs in irritation. ＂ that is exactly what i said. i find it hard to deal with people when they do not listen to me. ＂

         he was good at adapting, surviving. his missing eye was proof enough that hardly anything could tear him down. ripping his own flesh from it’s socket & powering forward. of course it was all a show. adrenaline rushing through him powering a fire of anger at both the fool whom shot him & himself for being so careless. what none saw was the closed doors struggle to regain his sight, take back control. something that to this day his poor lone eye & stressed body struggle to cooperate. admitting such a weakness, however, was impossible. but it made him worry. knowing that was the only reason he agreed to even take these days off. a growl leaves him at his dear Lord Cousin who was absent from the room,  ＂ i hyper extended my arm in battle, nearly tore something says the doctor. i didn’t push it but Mengde insisted i rest even as i said i was far more useful on standby than gone. hypocritical fool. ＂

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“I might as well be,” came a snap of a response. The tone of which suggested her neutrality in such a conversation; a woman used to their sibling’s insufferable melodramatics as if they had been children once again. In many ways, nothing had ever changed save for the aging of their outer shells. Age meant nothing, not when Xiahou Dun had the same, misunderstood heart of gold as he did mere decades ago.

“She can’t physically care for you any longer, and you certainly still aren’t either.” Pulling at the length of her robes to tug the hems of which away from the floor, Xialiao delicately knelt at the edge of the bed he’d claimed for himself and narrowed her eyes. Without hesitation, she reached for the protective patch that covered his lost and scarred-over eye, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in disappointment.

“Do you care for yourself at all?”

➹ ||   FACE SCRUNCHES UP & shoulders stiffen as she reaches for his eyepatch. no doubt going to snap it--- again. a lengthy groan leaves him & he rolls over to his side, back facing her in a sad attempt to save his skin. ＂ i care for myself plenty. ＂ somewhat the case. early mornings, late evenings. little rest for muscles constantly strained by heavy labor or endless days out on the field. running on poor nutrition. rice, meat. rice, meat. not enough water, plenty of everything else. vacations are forced upon him & never requested. his current appearance at his sister’s was proof once again he was demanded to take a reprieve lest he topple over. not that he would allow such a thing to ever happen, however everyone around him thinks different of him. ＂ everyone’s so critical.

         Miaocai told me the same thing, y’know. said an ‘early grave awaits the unrested’ but i feel fine. you both worry too much. ＂ arm moves to rest at his side while the other stays behind his head, tilted now to peer over at his younger. ＂ i’m fine. no bruises or cuts or anything on me. sleeping plenty, eating more too. happy ? ＂

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LET LIU BEI SAY FUCK !!

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Lord Liu Bei can't say fuck

“Coward.”

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Dearest brother, you aught to care for yourself as well as you maintain your armour. Sit down, let me have a look at you.

➹ ||   HE SNIFFS IN retort, eye drifting to the side in a half roll before he sluggishly moves toward her bed. in seconds he flops downward saying nothing & stretching before folding arms behind his head, leg propped up against it’s mate’s knee. his sister worries so effortlessly about him, when she knew him far better than most. the rough & tumble boy was far kinder than the stony adult---- of course to Xialiao he could never be cold. a smirk grows warmly on his face, head tilting for eye to gaze at his little sister easier, ＂ what are you, our mother ? ＂

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It’s such a foul word… I mustn’t, Xiahou Dun.

JUST SAY FUCK ITS OKAY TO SAY FUCK

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“Yes.”

➹ ||   ＂ WELL. LOOKS LIKE at least someone agrees with me. didn’t expect it from you--- no offense. ＂ head tilts sharp from side to side, shoulders rolling before arms cross his chest. uncomfortable wasn’t the word, but it certainly fit his mood. ＂ i appreciate the show of help is all. going this mission alone will be a hassle. a hassle no one else here, ＂ eye drifts to their company about them in his pause ＂ is willing to tackle. well Sun Quan, shall we ? ＂  // meme

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EMOTIONS ARE A MARK OF HUMANITY with those who whisper about in the field & about town, many from afar would tell you that Xiahou Dun is a man of a stone face & cold shoulder. however such is not the case; he is a man of giving, a man of words, a man of many feelings openly expressed to those around him or perhaps to a stranger.

communication. he is quiet, but not silent. Xiahou Dun is not a man who keeps his tongue until spoken to, the opposite in fact. words are meant to be spoken with purpose & if he has nothing to add to the matter at hand then he keeps to himself. listening, watching. a man of observation to the people--- leaving the bigger picture & it’s pieces to be fitted to that of strategists. he knows people, street smarts. that makes him wise in a way most are not. judgement of a man & how he behaves. Xiahou Dun will speak open & curt about the actions or thoughts of another to whom he wills. he is open & honest with his most treasured lord, after all, telling Cao Cao things he dare not wish to hear. Xiahou Dun fears not of what would become of him after speaking his piece, but what would & could happen if he is silent. words are meant to be heard if spoken aloud. && in good company & flowing wine, such are free & joyous from him. while keeping himself somewhat private, he is no stranger to admitting his fault, his wants & desires, his anger, his fears. to those closest to him such are easy. to those distant, he is dismissive but never dishonest. listen to him when his voice rolls from his lips. he hates to repeat himself.

temperament. as a youth he was rash, feisty. quick to act, quick to strike. as he aged & experience smoothed his rough edges, his rage quelled & his mind became far more level headed. however, steeled as he may be in his adult prime---- he is quite the berserker still. while now it takes a pile of irritation to set him off, his roar is mighty & his bite vicious. he is known to speak without thought, hurting with words when his fists can not. slights & grudges are kept near & dear, hardly forgotten. or forgiven. much is carried with him to his grave. remorse comes slowly to him & when it holds him he is quiet, distant. acting upon apologies with gestures rather than words. gifts or shows of affection depending on the person. sadness & depression takes him hard. consuming him slowly & always in the back of his mind. PTSD, phantom pains from an eye lost, fears of being left behind. a constant in his mind when left alone. dreams are in black, white, & red. so in company he stays. either in groups of his peers, or solely beside that of Cao Cao or Xiahou Yuan. or on rare occasion, the woman from his youth of which bore his children. an old friend. in company he his light. Xiahou Dun does not fear smiles or laughter, sarcasm or jokes. friendly challenges are loved, drinking & food even more so. training & reading, music, dance. he is no stranger to pleasures & desires. while a pillar of strength for his Lord & his men, Xiahou Dun is far from a statue.

affection. he is no stranger to touch----- a hand upon a shoulder, a pat on the back. close peers are no stranger to him & such uncommon gestures. however those not kept in his close circle are to remain at arm’s length. a hand upon him from someone unknown grates on his nerves, scratches at his skin. he is kind to those in need but he asks for respect. do not touch him. period. not without permissions, even if he has been open with you, he keeps to himself his skin & his familiarity. even worse are touches to his face. cheeks, chin. head recoils & single eye twitches, grimace laced upon scorned features. his injury, while sewn up & healed over, is always fresh & sore to his mind’s eye. && if he allows such a closeness to him consider yourself cherished above all others. such a reservation is left to one, his Lord. his anchor, his cousin. his King. beyond that if any are allowed he shudders first, tense & ready to retreat. but allows as if he were a wounded animal with no choice. his brother, Xiahou Yuan, sees a softer side of him. relaxed posture, sleeping lazily upon the other’s shoulder. arms around each other, boundaries do not exist. in matters of desire, Xiahou Dun is a man of action. fingers tracing upon skin, knuckles brought to his lips. soft sighs & embraces that start weak, yet grow tighter slowly. a knight, a servant. a blade. he gives & seldom takes. tasked with only lays before him.

XIahou Dun, the right hand of Cao Cao. General of Wei. the man prides himself in his status, his bloodline. && indeed he should be proud. basking in that of what he has done for that of his Lord. but like us all he is human, he is growing & changing. adapting, learning. living. do not think he is beyond you or i, colder than ice & meaner than the frost.