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It must have felt like such a short time together in the end. But for her it was a whole lifetime (20 minute practice)
Whoa, damn. I love your usual art but the level of detail in the Word of Honor episode arts you posted is INSANE!!
Thank you! I'm hoping I can draw more of them soon!
The Swan and Hawk
Inspired by a conversation with @fourseasonsblossoms I loved your idea and had to draw it!
Episode 3 (part 2) - '(Am I) Pretty?' '(You are) Perfect.'
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Episode 2 (part 2) 'Nice sword.'
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A Star Plucked from Heaven
山河令 | Word of Honor, Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, 1.7k words
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Immortal Husbands Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Soft, Sad Zhou Zishu, Hopeful Ending, Flower Symbolism, Hair Braiding, Non-Sexual Intimacy
Zhou Zishu’s eyes flew open again when Wen Kexing tucked the first gentian flower into the base of a braid. “Am I a bouquet? Stop that.”
“But A-Xu, this is exactly why I braided your hair.” Without letting himself be distracted by Zhou Zishu’s glare in the mirror, he snatched up the next blossom—a pale violet primrose like clouds at sunrise—and twined the stem into Zhou Zishu’s hair.
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This fic is for you, @notoisstrange, inspired by our conversation in the comments of your lovely art.