#|jia mu|

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||Closed RP||

lord-of-the-capital

The little boy tried to remember the last time he saw his mother. Unfortunately, since his panic got a better of him, it was not easy for him to remember it all. Thankfully he could remember some parts before he was separated from his mother.

“M-Mama… and I went shopping… for dinner and…” he said while still sobbing. He tried to remember more parts as he stopped talking. “We… met uncle…” he finally continued.

Mu was patient as he waited for him to let his tears take their course, knowing that the boy was still panicky.

He pressed a hand to his own chin, trying to decide how else he could calm the lost boy. But given that there were various locations in the town within reach of a bench, he could always sit the boy down if he tired of walking. At last, he gave the boy a smile, having concluded. “Uncle? Do you recall where you met your uncle? Do you think you could show me?”

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The Demon inside the demon

@thebloomingrosefamily

Master Jia Mu has been acting strange, they said. At first, the rumors swirled around, amassed and turned into whispers that you would hear from the corners of the halls. They all averted their eyes out of kindness, for it seemed the man himself had decided not to indulge their concern. 

But nonetheless, they saw it. 

When he gave them their orders, he would pause, his voice slightly strained as it broke for air. They watched as his expression contorted as though he were struggling to swallow down some burning poison. They watched the beads of sweat grace his normally calm face–whatever it was, it wasn’t a matter they could see. So the ones that couldn’t, looked away, their yessir’s became murmurs.

What was burning him? They had to do something for him. He had looked out for them. But…seeking out Zuo Ci would be nothing short of a god-sent gift.

Hey, isn’t Master Jia Mu in company with that lady?

So the three of them came to ask her for her assistance, in some small hope that she, with all her foreign experience and knowledge to them, would have a bit more of a clue than they. 

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||Poetry in motion||Closed RP

@tunesofmoonlight

There was a commotion in the hallway. It was loud enough that the sounds reached his ears from the other end. 

He had been told of a new arrival while he had been away. He did not know who it was, only that it was a female and that Lord Cao Cao had spent quite a fortune in buying her freedom. Not that he had anything against it, but wasn’t that a bit too high a payment?

As he neared the small group, he tugged on his blindfold and made a last second attempt to somewhat fix his hair. As one of the men turned to greet him, he finally caught a glimpse of the woman.

He cleared his thought, shirking back a bit. 

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||Jia Mu|| {I lost. But did I ever have?}

I was always a crude figure behind this polite screen.

Crudely created but shaped until the rough edges disappeared.

I was always a man of war and created to bear arms.

But like a hook, you latched on, to some crook in me left untouched.

You slipped through the cracks in my armor and embraced me with kind words.

Your voice was like honey and your eyes were as stars, and I knew I was not worthy.

And then I lost your favor.

I opened my mouth, reached out my hand, but all I felt was air and still.

I picked up my arms and I wandered away from a place that once was a heaven.

And when you look back, if you ever do…I’m sure I left only Hell for you.

Loved, lost, and gone in the wind, I sealed all of the cracks. And so I carried on.

And I carry on. Until it feels alright to close my weary eyes and you’ve forgotten me.

[sweetirrelevant]

Thoughts on Mu in love/brokenhearted| Possible rp ideas?

Just though of these while just thinking about Wenji.  But these could work for anyone he falls deeply in love for.

I imagine Mu would probably suffer from a broken heart and still say nothing about it. Especially after finding out about her being engaged to a different man. It'd be pretty obvious if someone started watching him when he wasn't talking to people.

-He might sit in his room for a long while, just sitting at his desk and stare at whatever before deciding he needs to move so people don't suspect anything.

-He'd probably have very little to write in his journal, so the pages would be littered with random things and ink marks. Then again, he wouldn't have much to say in poetry either.

-Modern Au: If he ever brought her flowers and saw someone else/a suitor with flowers, he'd probably snap his flowers in half...or kinda shove it onto someone  else or bring it home and stare at it in a vase.

Overall, he'd probably just be really regretful he didn't have enough confidence in himself [strangely enough] to convey the feelings he keeps to himself. And he probably never would after that.

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We yearn for what we can’t have. But it’s perfectly all right to ask for things we can’t have, because we’re human, and we want what’s out of our reach.

Jia Mu [at some point probably. I imagine he would say something like this.]

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♫-A diary entry about a memory from their past

Mu- <<The entry is shaky and uneven, with the lines of characters dragged on.>>

I woke from a nightmare. I do not know what hour it is, but all I hear are the creatures of the night and the scratching on the page. My hands are shaking. I cannot stop them from even showing so. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I feel it deep in my chest. This terror should have passed some years ago.

I have had no more procedures, no more attempts to correct my eyes. I do not know what I had dreamt nor what brings these memories back to my mind. I only know that I feel the same as I did during that time, but I am in no pain. I have nothing to fear, but I am. I will write it out, and perhaps that will tire me some.

I can remember the searing pain in my face after I woke up. I can remember how horrified my family looked as their focused on my eye. I can remember my scream breaking through the quiet night when I first saw my reflection in the water.

For a long time afterwards, I could not bear to leave the house without a covering over that eye. And I never did hear from the man who performed the procedure again. Time does heal most scars, and I can look myself in that eye, as most others can now. It is no longer as disfigured as it was.

But, I suppose this eye still makes me a demon.