☕️ you visit princess!talia || fem!princess!reader, fluff, oblivious lovers, possible inaccurate kingdom stuff… 1323 words. || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist thank you @gildra-esque for proofreading ur tha best
You came from a long way just to visit her, your precious princess, one more time. It had been years since you first met her, but you could never bring yourself to stop thinking about her. Maybe, to you, she was such a dear friend that you always wanted to be with her… Princess Talia was a delicate, polite woman; she was everything you could ever ask for in a friend— not to mention she was a delight to talk to. Her sun warmed honey voice was captivating, comforting, and she always knew what to say.
She was a very dear friend to you.
Unfortunately, your kingdom was so far away from hers. You were not able to see her as often as you would wish. At least you and Princess Talia sent each other letters every month, talking about anything that was possible. She was, deep down, a very enthusiastic woman. When she spoke about things, she made them seem more critical than they usually were. The princess had the capacity to persuade anyone around her, and she often used it for her own good— which, in your opinion, was admirable, since a woman had to be cunning to outlast in a world where men ruled.
Talia was a powerful woman who knew how to use her resources, and you had so much respect for her. She was the flower of her kingdom, the heart of her father, and thus she needed to be strong. That was what she had said when you asked her how she managed to be the person she was. That was the moment you knew you would adore her until forever, perhaps even longer than that.
Her last letter had been about her rose garden. According to what you have read, she was planting roses in her garden, without the help of any palace gardener. She explained that her ultimate goal was to create a place where she could feel like herself, and to do so, she had to build that said place all by herself. You were curious to see how her garden ended up. You were dying to spend time with her there.
“The only place I can be myself,” her letter read… It made your heart leap in its bed. You were not sure where this excitement was coming from but you were accustomed to it by now, for thinking about the princess always made you feel such things.
The long and cold walls of the palace welcomed you in a familiar way. You hugged your silk coat; your mind was flooded with the thoughts of her. As servants and guardians were guiding the way, your excitement grew even bigger. You answered every question you were asked sloppily. You remembered the women who were leading your way, they were Talia’s most reliable maids. They must have been waiting for your arrival.
Your heart fluttered at the thought of Talia giving orders to her maids to wait for you.
“The princess is in her garden. I shall show you the way, Princess.”
With every step, you felt the silly butterflies in your stomach flutter and bump into each other. This feeling was nothing new, but every time it happened, you felt like you were born that day. It gave you a peace you had never known before, made you grin until the corners of your lips touched your ears.
The rose garden was… such an exquisite sight to lay eyes upon.
You could see her fingerprints everywhere. Every part of the garden reminded you of her. As you passed by the arches and roses that smelled exactly like her, you felt as if you were right next to Talia. You were so distracted by the beauty of her garden that you did not even realize you were left alone.
Your fingers caressed a rose’s fragile petals. You were still amazed that Talia made this happen all by herself. It wasn’t because you doubted her talent and wits, but it was because this garden was so beautiful that you never thought it could be real. She was, indeed, passionate about what she was interested in. Creating this garden was one of her dreams and goals, and she accomplished it… All by herself.
You were proud of your dear friend.
“Beloved,”
Your heart jumped in its place when you heard her silky voice. She was standing a few steps behind you. The gorgeous pink dress made her beauty shine like the sun. She always looked amazing in pink. Her brown hair flowed down her shoulders and cocooned her. And the glow in her eyes… She was happy.
You were happy that she was happy.
“Hello, Talia.” You greeted, slightly bowing your head down.
“It is so nice to finally see you.” The fragrance of roses became more intense when she stepped forward to pull you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around her, grabbing her waist. It felt so nice to feel her close like that.
“I have been waiting for your arrival ever since you told me you were to visit me!” Talia expressed herself as she pulled away from you. “I have missed you, my friend.”
“I, too, have missed you, Talia.”
Talia grabbed your hand softly. Her touch created a tingle inside your palm. “I will show you the garden.” She led the way as she kept holding your hand. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
She only nodded and did not utter any other word that might ruin her surprise. As she showed you every corner of her garden, your mind was somewhere else. You could not stop thinking about what she might have for you. She had given you so many gifts in the past, as you had given her, and she always managed to present something far better than the last.
“Beloved, I can show you your gift if you are too eager to see it.” She giggled.
You realized your palm was getting sweaty, but you did not want to part your hands. You wanted to hold her close forever. So, you ignored it. She seemed like she ignored it, too.
“I would love to see it, Talia.”
Talia smiled at you. Giving you a small nod, she pulled you towards her mysterious gift. Every step became more miserable for you. You had this weird feeling in your stomach. Every second you spent next to her, holding her hand, deepened the pit within you.
When you spotted a covered easel, you stopped breathing. What could possibly be under the covers? She was going to give you a piece of art. She dropped your hand to uncover the easel and you felt your stomach hurt. It was painful to leave her but seeing the painting under the covers made everything worth it.
You couldn’t believe your eyes… The painting was a rose garden— this rose garden, and in the middle of it was a woman standing… It was you. The woman looked so much like you. She was wearing a blue dress, and she was standing among the roses, a naive smile was perched on her lips.
“Talia,” you touched the canvas to feel it, to be sure if it was real for certain. It was real. “How— This is amazing! I love this so much. I don’t know how I can thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. You inspire me, love. I wanted to make this.”
“How did you even remember every detail?” The painting felt like looking right into a mirror. It was detailed— too detailed perhaps.
Her soft hand grasped your cheek, forcing you to look at her face. “How can I forget such a face as yours?” Her smile reached her eyes, making them glow brighter than ever. The air got stuck in your lungs as she kept looking right into your eyes. “Now, come on, I have a lot to show you.”
푸릇 쌉싼름해 (it’s green and bitter) i don’t want to taste
뭐 그리 달콤하진 않을 것 같아 (i don’t think it’ll be that sweet)
설익은 감정들이 (half-ripe emotions) i just feel afraid
i’ll never bite, i’ll never bite the pain.
(lyrics: sour grapes by le sserafim)
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feng xin’s aversion to women had always been a joke between the three of them, something to poke fun and jest about. but for mu qing, it stirred a small spark of hope—that perhaps it wasn’t due to fear for the fairer sex, instead because of a preference for the other. so when he discovers feng xin’s meetings with jian lan, it makes it all the more devastating to see him laughing and smiling. and mu qing can see it in the way his eyes crinkle and cheeks flush that it wasn’t just out of mere courtesy or sympathy shared between fellow xianle survivors, feng xin genuinely enjoyed her company.
it hurts.
mu qing thinks himself to be a fool for naively hoping otherwise, betrayal twisting in his guts despite knowing that there was no lie told, no sacred bond broken. it was his own imagination that had conjured a false illusion made from mu qing’s deep insecurities and want for affection. his desperate need for it.
there’s a sick twisting in his stomach that tightens every time her hand brushes away feng xin’s hair, fingers grazing his temple—enough to leave lingering intent like a kiss yet just faint enough to dissipate like a dream, it is a delicate dance deliberately designed to appear as a mere accident. mu qing knows that it’s not. because how dare she touch him so casually like that? as though she were the closest person in his life, like they were promised lovers since their youth. there’s tension building in the veins of mu qing’s arms, frustration bleeding from nails digging into his palms, anger biting down on his lip. but he is too prideful to ever admit to anything, yet all the more afraid to see what is right in front of him.
mu qing is a skilled warrior, his nerves steeled and mind ever quick when it comes to fighting. but here and now, his instincts tell him to run and flee, a hammering so loud it reminds him of war drums.
run, run, run.
because what can he do but run away from reality even though he knows it makes him a coward. how ironic that he has always chastised xie lian for being naive and yet he is now doing the very same thing.
perhaps it is not love itself that is blind but rather our own hands that choose to cover our eyes from the truth so that we may continue to love despite any and all rational reason. because what is living without love? i would sooner cut my eyes out to follow and love you blindly than face a reality that would turn my love into hate.
so he runs, he keeps running. away from feng xin, away from everything that he is not, in vain hopes of running away from his own feelings.
still, mu qing can’t help but wonder,
would he love me if i was a girl?
yet as soon as the thought crosses his mind, he immediately dismisses it,
no, even if i were the prettiest woman, he still wouldn’t notice me.
it doesn’t matter because he is feng xin, the loyal and upright general of xianle’s crown prince, and mu qing is a stray who was (un)lucky enough to be noticed. the only reason feng xin even tolerates or acknowledges him is because of xie lian. why would he ever care about mu qing outside of niceties and formalities? he’s never realized mu qing tailing him for years, why would he realize now?
it’s funny how the human mind can be so perceiving and altogether deceiving at the same time. it sees all that it believes to be true, yet dismisses any possibilities it deems unlikely. how fickle the human mind is,
if only mu qing had noticed, the way feng xin’s gaze lingers in every corner, trying to trace the outlines of a shadow.
mu qing is a skilled warrior indeed, but he forgets that feng xin has spent the better half of his life next to him. how could he not recognize the faint smell of fresh linen and rain that seemed to follow him around everywhere? it is unfortunate that familiarity blurs lines that neither have come to the realization that the lines have been crossed a long, long time ago.
these feelings that have yet to ripen,
only time will tell if this love is sweet or sour.
I love the idea of Shen Yuan wrongly interpreting the original goods Shen Qingqiu's appearance and replicating it wrong.
He wore eyeliner around his eyes -> Shen Yuan wears it on his lower eyelids, it opens his eyes a little more and makes him look kinder, but the original goods wore it on his upper eyelids for a sharper, meaner look;
His hair is neatly tied back -> Shen Yuan has bangs, but the original goods didn't let a single hair strand escape to his forehead;
He has an aloof and cold exterior -> Shen Yuan expresses very little emotion, but the original goods actually scowled and frowned a lot, cold was what people felt whenever he looked at them.
We have canonical confirmation that Shen Jiu pretended to read most of the time while not actually reading (going so far as to not even realize a book was upside down), so I think it would also be funny if Shen Yuan started talking to people about Qing Jing Peak's books and everyone kind of looked at him, because since when does he do that?
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woke up at 6:30 am when my roommate was preparing for school for like 20 seconds and i checked my phone ISTG there was some guy at my latest post calling me out on how pretentious it looked. it was like a few seconds and i fell asleep again but IT FELT SO REAL????
hey guys its me and my bruno bucciaratipilled ass. so. today we have this song "蜉蝣" kagerou by THE buck-tick.
"狂おしい 誰かの名前口ずさむ,
なんて素敵だ この世は夢だ あなたと夢で会える."
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i like the sun setting down over the "sea of rum"— its like the last scene we saw bruno. especially the golden accents; they remind me of the sun shining as bright as possible before it starts preparing to set. thats just so bruno imo.
but yk, whenever i listen to any buck tick song i just stare into the darkness then bruno and (of fucking course) leone pop up. im not sure of lyrics, but the goth/industrial rock will always remind me of them.
my friend asked me to proofread her fanfic😻 it was my first time proofreading and im so fucking embarrassed like im changing the WHOLE THING atp😭😭 theres probably like a shitton of errors i couldnt catch too uuughhhgg im so scared
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