#diziaster

[mcuntainbcrn]

@diziaster said:   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . // from beidou !

A blink at the motion towards the empty bar stool, having to bite back a sigh - this was the problem of venturing into any kind of settlement for a rare instance of entertaining her vices; there was always the potential that someone would acknowledge her presence, rather than flat out ignoring it.

It would have been the smart money to just...leave - it had been an impulsive decision anyway; the fragrance of the liquor is what kept her from walking right back out of the building, and the promise of a temporarily numbed mind that guided her towards the unoccupied seat and settling into it.

[guqinquiry]

@diziaster​ [x]

         “... Rule 1,852.”  He’s not embarrassed to be caught in violation of this one, because it’s admiring, not staring. 

[guqinquiry]

@diziaster​ / 𖥸

❝ they are gusu lan rabbits, ❞   lan zhan protests. not that he’s ungrateful to wei wuxian for finding them and placing them in his arms, with their soft noses and velvet ears and big feet ... ah, where was he going with this?! 

they are gusu rabbits, so it’s imperative that they are found safe. after all, there are hawks and foxes that also make their home amidst the trees. what if they ---

❝ ... help me find them. ❞  the rabbits seem to like wei ying. this is the only reason he’s asking, of course. they don’t even have to search together, as long as they’re both searching.   

[guqinquiry]

@diziaster​ ​

        it’s never entirely by coincidence  that wangji ends up near yiling --- but sometimes, he foregoes an excuse entirely. after all, he’s free to go where he pleases, and for the time being he has the good graces of the disgraced sect’s patriarch. 

the road feels oppressively dark on his approach, even at midday. twisted black trees strangled by vine play host to flocks of croaking carrion birds; out of the dirt, splintered bone sometimes emerges, jagged and dark. by any measure, this is a horrible place, and unfit for the living --- what exists here does so to kill and to scavenge, not to thrive. 

that is, until wangji passes something sprouting at the entrance, one of the only vibrant things in sight save for a crimson ribbon deeper afield. that’s his target, and his steps draw to a halt as he waits with his hand clasped firmly behind his back. 

[craneascends]

"Come on now, don't you ever get tired of doing all this work?" Beidou taunts the Tianquan, leaning back against a pillar, looking much more patient than she's making herself sound. "Come out on my ship with me. We can fish, remind you of your humble roots!"

curse the wayward tongues of pirates.  It’s not that those humble roots cause Ningguang shame; on the contrary, they’re a reminder of how far she has risen, and so those words won’t leave any bruises today. But Beidou lacks any shame whatsoever, and Ningguang’s nail guards click against the mahogany of her writing desk in annoyance. 

❝ A few thousand residents of Liyue Harbor have the ability to catch fish with you, but only one can conduct the business of the Tianquan. Please don’t trouble me with these stupid questions, Captain. ❞

[craneascends]

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!" The demonic cultivator has been pestering Lan Zhan like this for the better part of an hour. How he hasn't had his mouth sealed shut by magic is a mystery, although these days, LZ seems much less inclined to do that. Wei Wuxian leans into Lan Zhan's shoulder excessively, so much so that if he weren't so closely related to a stone statue, he'd likely have tipped over by now.

there was a time when Lan Wangji wouldn't have hesitated to use the Lan clan's unique silencing spell, but that was before he knew how awfully he would miss that voice. If he doesn't reply immediately, it's not out of ignorance or annoyance; it's more like the way cats sometimes creep into the pavilions of the Cloud Recesses and lie in the long patches of sunlight streaming in from the windows, soaking up the warmth.

❝ Wei Ying. ❞ A quiet point of acknowledgement, one that he'll never get tired of saying. ❝ ... Should we rest? ❞

[guhuajian]

" Is this really where an evil spirit is hiding? " Chongyun questions, looking around the bright, sunny field with confusion. Skepticism, not so muchーnot only does he ( foolishly ) trust Xingqiu, but he's never actually come into close contact with a demon or spirit, so he isn't able to truly judge. Even so, this is quite an ideal spot, not the sort of place one would expect evil to be lurking about. // in which xingqiu tricks chongyun into a nice picnic

xingqiu's plans are never careless, so he's thought of an answer for this already. The average spirit surely wouldn't like the yang energy of the midday sun, the heat and the light, but if one theoretically could withstand it...

❝ We have to stay on guard, ❞ Xingqiu answers with mock solemnity, although obviously there's no cruelty intended behind his joking. ❝ I heard that it's especially strong to be out in the sunlight, and can change its shape at will to confuse people. It could look just like that tree over there, or that rock ... or even like you or me! ❞

[guqinquiry]

“ are you flirting or starting a fight ? ”

@diziaster / old meme

        at this point, does he need to ask?  wangji’s arms are occupied --- one braces beneath wei ying’s shoulders, the other supports him behind his knees as he carries him. it’s mostly effortless, as wei ying’s current form is less the warrior’s body that had faced hardships and more the disfavored young noble, though it makes little difference to wangji. wei ying could be the mountains, and he’d still try to lift him.  

the difficulty comes only from wei ying squirming like a skittish rabbit, complete with kicking legs. hanguang-jun, put me down, i can walk --- lan zhan has heard it all before. he knows. it’s not going to stop him. 

there are puddles on the ground from the rain today, after all, and though lan zhan might be the one wearing white and thus standing to lose more by the muddy water, he doesn’t want wei ying’s feet to be wet and uncomfortable. 

( this, fundamentally, is just an excuse. )

❝ no, ❞  he answers, and continues ahead, his hold growing only fractionally tighter.