#fengyas

[sanoism]

🌟 hehe

How do you describe a man that seems as if he bled off the pages of a fantasy novel  — cool , powerful , awesome ? Nah ! As far as Mikey is concerned Keke is just a funny old man who eats too many gross walnuts. His mystifying abilities and impressive swordsmanship comes second to that. 

It would be easy if that were the end of their story , but it’s not. They are worlds apart , and one day he’s afraid he may find himself further. Mikey will miss him — but he doesn’t belong here does he ? Keke doesn’t need him , not in the way Mikey will eventually learn that all along he was waiting for someone like Wen Kexing to show up.

You see , there’s a secret Mikey has been keeping close to his chest. For the longest time he has been driving towards the edge of a cliff at a hundred miles per hour , and he doesn’t know how to stop. Mikey thinks that maybe Keke has been to that edge before. He wants to ask , how did you survive it ? — because for the first time in his life there’s someone stronger than him , and he wants to know , no , needs to know if people like them , who are colored by grief and tragedy have a chance at coming out whole. 

— and if not whole , still recognizable ? 

Maybe he won’t like the answer Keke has for him , but it’s been so long since anyone has been able to guide him anywhere , that perhaps he would be satisfied in walking through the darkness if only he knew where it may end.

Wen Kexing is what he’s lost along the way , a father , a brother , family.

[aeipathic]

@fengyas​ says: ‘alright, taking bets– who will give out first, you or me?’ (for ye baiyi, modified the meme... for reasons)

     meme || accepting

     ye baiyi snorts outright, a characteristically rude sound, and surveys wen kexing from over the rim of his cup of wine. this kid, he thinks — always yapping around and nipping at heels, like a puppy who thinks he’s got the teeth of a hound. either that, or he’s like a peacock, preening as loudly and colorfully as possible in the hopes of impressing him.

     but he’s barking up the wrong tree, if he hopes to be impressive.

     “ten years haven’t passed yet, little brat,” ye baiyi says dismissively. “you really want to challenge me this early? you wouldn’t stand a chance. if you’re so keen to die, go find a pole to knock you out instead and save me the effort.”

[sanoism]

@fengyas​ + @saccharot​  // boop here’s a mikey for you all 

It has little to do with being tired , but make no mistake he’ll use the excuse later  with a whine and a pout to justify it all. It has everything to do with Mikey feels like it when he decides to hop up onto Draken’s back. It’s a natural act by now , treating his friend like a branch to be climbed , rather than an unsuspecting person with their eyes trained towards the sky waiting for the burst of colors from the upcoming fireworks show. 

The fear of falling doesn’t exist , not when he’s done this hundred of times. The next steps are easy too: clamp down securely around his back with his legs and throw his arms out around neck. He’s patting Draken’s cheek , his own little way of saying , thanks , even though he never asked for permission. — but something feels very wrong. Mikey takes a moment to trace the bridge of his friend’s nose , and moves his hands upwards , only to comb through long strands of hair instead of the texture of a familiar braid.

Ever so slowly he looks down. Black hair. Different outfit. That’s not Draken. He looks up , blinks a few times , and looks back down again. That’s still not Draken. oops.

“ ...Hi. ”

[sanoism]

“hey, you!” gu xiang called out, jumping down from her hideout ( the rooftop ) to land a few feet away from the boy she didn't remember the name of. she had heard a lot about him from her master, so now that he was around, she couldn't help but bolt towards him; out of curiosity. “you're the shorty master talked about, right? what was your name again? mantou? that's quite the name!” ( from gu xiang! )

It's too early.

Happiness does not exist in the early hours for Mikey. He only takes his wake up calls with the smell of his sister's fluffy waffles and sizzling bacon , and even then it isn’t uncommon for him to grumble the entire way. It only takes the absence of maple syrup to set him off. Full consciousness doesn’t arrive until familiar hands wrangle him into a presentable state , the soothing drag of a hair brush taming his wild strands slowly waking him up like a calm wave that says , hello Mikey , are you ready to meet the world again ?  — but today , he has none of this , and so everything is awful.

It takes him a while to remember where he is , or more accurately , the world he’s traveled too , but still he twists the blanket he pilfered from the unfamiliar bed. Dragging the tail end of it across the floor , he staggers about looking for something to put in his mouth to quell his morning hunger.  At the mention of something edible Mikey speaks up  — “ Mantou ? I want mantou... ”

Sauntering around , he scrapes his fingers over the table , eyes still closed , looking for the large mantou in his imagination. When he finds nothing to satisfy him , he slumps back down into a chair , pulling his knees to his chest. Who’s talking again ? Oh yeah , Wen Kexing had said something about a girl. “ Mikey ... I’m Mikey. Who are you ... ? Gu gu or something...? ”

Snore. He falls asleep in the chair.

[hua-cheng-silver-wrath]

plotted starter for @fengyas

"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than this?"

"Be quiet he will hear you"

As always gossip would start, whenever young Mafia Head entered his favorite nightclub. A night club full of smoke, drugs, and God knows what else, as he walks slowly, gracefully to his favorite spot, he walks as if he owns it all and he does. He can still pull an innocent smile, a face of a thousand dreams and nightmares. Always looking serious or bored, that mask only cracks on the edges when this slender tall man shows. Only then that face is a dream. When he sees Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng's right hand, his unlikely ally. His perfect other half, Xie Lian turned and faced the nightmare - proof that not everything is always as it seems. Joined together sitting like that a true epitome of beauty of danger of lies and deceit of blood and death. Hua Cheng always had this presence this demanding stance. Face shaped like the edge of a sword by time and experience, eyes filled with wisdom and cruelty. Xie Lian sits close to Hua Cheng it looks intimate and yet reserved close just enough for wondering eyes to look, to gossip. Younger Hua Cheng leans in whispering something to the older. Xie Lian just lowers his gaze down leaning closer to hear, and a soft smile blooms over his face. Slender long fingers of older touched...

But Xie Lian is dead and Hua Cheng is more dangerous than ever now.

One night in Dubai… the name of the club where Hua Cheng escaped reality, sitting in the far corner, leaning in a soft booth seat. His table was littered with drinks, blue lights dancing in empty glasses... Death can take him tomorrow, he had no time to lose. So many long years of taking, and giving…. these moments are what keep him alive. He finally got his hand on this child that soon will be presented to him. His future heir, a young blood that will help him take down his enemies, and in return, Hua Cheng will give him his spot. Clean and with more power than he could ever hoped to get. He will no longer be just an ass just a piece of meat for his pimp.

Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this? Gossip went on. Beauty in death, love in hate. A cruel heart of a murderer able to love… But never again. The crumbs of feeling that his shattered heart holds he will feed to this child to make him strong. And if that does not work he will kill the boy with his own hands.

With a hushed whisper Hua Cheng addressed one of his men hazed by all drinks..haze is gone fast when he heard that child is waiting for him in the office.

He went straight on there. Likea wolf almost pouncing on the rabbit his eye scan the boy. "Tell me your name boy"

[sanoism]

[puts a walnut in the palm of his hand] it's good for the brain.

Hmmm. HMMMM.

Mikey glares at the innocent walnut in his palm. Offended , he holds it out to Wen Kexing to look at ( as if he had not just put it there moments before ) " — but it's plain ! I don't want it. " No salt , no honey , no anything ! Who cared if it was good for the brain when it tasted bad on the tongue ?

" Can we roast it at least ? " he whines shaking the walnut in his hand. Maybe if it felt how annoyed he was it would leave and magically become a red bean bread. He pokes his benefactor with it too as penance for bringing him an unseasoned snack. " How can you even eat these ? It's all weird and wrinkly and dry ! "

[sanoism]

on the kitchen table, three bowls of hot longevity noodles were placed at the edges. their scent could be sensed across the entire woodshed that served as their house, as if purposely trying to lure the hungry mouths in one same place. wen kexing had risen awake from an evening nap to make these, and had only finished them now that the sun had gone to sleep as well. admiring his work with his hands resting on both sides of his waist, a proud expression adorning his face, wen kexing immediately called out to the two people in the house, his voice reaching it's targets even when he didn't speak too loudly. “mikey, a'yang my dear wife, come eat before it gets cold and soggy.” - for mikey's birthday :D <3

With each passing birthday the amount of people that arrived steadily decreased, all claimed by things he could not control. This was perhaps his first birthday that none of the familiar faces he had come love would be attending. There's no cellphones or video games, but he makes do with entertaining himself by drawing in the ground with a stick. He's half way through drawing a lopsided Keke, all while wondering how everyone must be doing when the smell of food fills the air.

The promise of sustenance has him standing up , head raising as he spins towards the kitchen. Wen Kexing's voice travels pass the walls of the house confirming what his nose tells him. Running under Xue Yang's arm to get there first , Mikey overshoots his steps and slides past the table. He quickly back pedals before plopping into the seat , hands excitedly drumming on the table , " What's this ? "

— and even though he asks , he's already put the noodles in his mouth. It's bouncy and chewy in all the best ways , and he kicks his feet around in pleasure. Spraying some food from mouth onto table , Mikey praises , " You made this ? It's really good ! " before snapping his mouth shut before he's scolded.

It's true , around the table there’s people he sorely misses , but he's not alone. There is no shortage of love here.