☠ four times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did
I. “Her voice is so grating. She’s so fucking snotty.”
The meeting wouldn’t be over for hours yet. Traffic had been heavy– and Wenqian had put a run in her tights within 5 minutes of scrambling out of her (shitty, rented) car. In all honestly, she was in no shape to be around a crowd of people.
But of course, how was Liz to know that? She had no fucking idea. Either way, she probably would have kept talking.
Under the table, Wenqian clenches her hand into a fist, cracking her knuckles.
II.But, meetings don’t last forever. Eventually she was out, her briefcase heavier than before and her mood worse off.
She barely noticed when Liz caught a glance of her disheveled appearance, and when she did, Wenqian had to stop herself from stepping forwards and smacking her.
That would make a scene, that’s not what she was there for. Quietly, she left.
III. Hours passed, and she calmed down. Still, as she lounged around her hotel room, she kept the idea of smacking Liz on her mind.
“It sure as hell would have felt good.” She mused, eyes closed as she took the mental image to heart. She felt as if she was owed at least that– to slap the other just a little, to get back at her for her snooty overconfidence, and to prove to herself that yes– She definitely could hit Elizabeth.
IV.The next time they see each other is at, funnily enough, a cornet store. Wenqian had flown in for the disastrous meeting a few days prior. They made eye contact, and Wenqian stood there, a small plastic bag filled with snacks in one hand.
“Oh– This time you left home looking presentable.”
Elizabeth’s tone is casual– almost nonthreatening, and it only makes Wenqian angrier. In two steps, the distance between them was cleared and Liz backed up a step or two.
Wenqian was fucking pissed.
Do something.Her hand connected with Liz’s cheek, whose glasses were knocked askew. Of course, people nearby stared, but it didn’t bother.
“Shut your fucking mouth!” She snapped, exhaling sharply before turning on her heel, and leaving.
Wenqian had done it–finally she’d had enough, and she didn’t bother to think if that was going to bite her in the ass one day.
★ four times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it
I.A stranger had arrived. Porcelain skinned, with wide eyes and a young face– and Xìngjuan had never seen anyone like her. Of course, she was suspicious, but she was still kind. She invited this stranger into her home, and fixed her tea while the men that had come with her spoke with her brother and his council.
They didn’t make much conversation– there was really no way they could have– Xingjuan was barely able to convey “tea?” without having a servant bring in the kettle itself.
But god. Whoever this stranger was, she was gorgeous.
II. Days later, Xingjuan found out her elusive guests name-- it was Elizabeth. She was quiet, but that didn’t stop her from approaching her with a translator of sorts-- and she tried to strike up a small polite conversation.
The last thing she told her (with the young man’s help, of course) was that the dress Elizabeth had one was fitting of her-- and with a small smile she bowed and took off, thinking to herself that she would try to learn English herself, so no one else would have to interpret her words for her.
III. Years passed. Xingjuan and Elizabeth grew closer-- they started exchanging letters and awaiting visits that were too far apart and not nearly long enough.
Xingjuan had been at sea for moths. She hadn’t been so far away from home in decades, but she wasn’t nervous-- excitement made her heart flutter like a bird in her chest, and as soon as they hit land, it didn’t take long for her to spot a carriage that waited for her and her convoy-- one that would take Xingjuan right to her.
When they saw each other again after all the months and years spent apart, the smaller woman nearly felt tears gather in her eyes as she embraced Elizabeth (as soon as she was able)
“God--” She thought. “Is this love?”
IV.The night was quiet. Two women lay, curled into each other and separated by silk gowns and petticoats. Xingjuan let her eyes flutter open, staring longingly at Elizabeth. Her features were soft, moonlight gently bouncing off of her, highlighting her cheekbones, her nose, her golden hair.
She was breathtaking.
Hesitantly, Xingjuan brushed a hand through Elizabeth’s hair, causing her company to stir.
Xingjuan’s breath was caught in her throat, and she knew what she needed to tell her.
Tell her.“我觉得你很漂亮 -- “
When she said it, she averted her gaze, too nervous to see if Elizabeth’s eyes had opened or not. Xingjuan laced their fingers together, palms pressed together and her thumb gently rubbed the side of Elizabeth’s hand.
“You’re stunning--”
She said it again, on the off-chance that Elizabeth was awake-- or at least if she could hear her. It was bold-- even though they were so close, she was almost afraid to be so forwards.
“I love you.” She mouthed, and relaxed, feigning sleep until the real thing came, knowing the morning would come for the two of them.
What it brang with it, she didn’t know. But, she wasn’t scared to face it.
