#hanlengjun

[bashfullygreen]

@hanlengjun

"What's this I hear about you throwing people through portals? Hmmmm?"

[redhorseman]

@hanlengjun 😡

War, though he didn't look it; was watching out for the humans in this city whenever and wherever he was. He viewed them as almost helpless unless they were fighting amongst each other. However, when a being not-unlike himself got involved, that is when he too decided to step in.

Someone, presumably a demonic entity of some sort considering the energy, had taken upon himself to steal from a hapless individual's food stall. Almost as if he was entitled to the food.

War stepped up behind the stranger; his shadow overcasting their own. "Put that back, or pay this human. You are not entitled to take what is not yours without repayment. Not from them."

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 It happened in an instant—two of them trying to pass through the same door from opposite sides, now stuck in a standstill with each blocking the other. A small, polite smile creeps onto Aurelius' face before he says, quite dismissively:

"Please move."

@hanlengjun ໒꒱

[windmadepoet]

@hanlengjun

"Um, good sir, that advice might not work for everyone. It's good advice for one with plenty of enemies, but what if they don't have any?"

[archaictold]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄      so easy to fetch a step stool, but Zhilan has perhaps a little too much confidence that if he stretches just a bit taller, reaches just a tad higher, that he can save himself the trip and retrieve the book he wants by himself. It's a fruitless struggle, really. He's a few inches shy, and so the tips of his fingers brush uselessly at the shelf beneath—close enough to fuel the optimistic inclination to keep trying yet not actually succeed. He's about to give into reasonableness and go find one of those aforementioned stools, but then an arm looms from his peripheral, effortlessly pulling the title he'd had his eyes on from its fellows and handing it to him.       ❝ Oh! ❞ Softly exclaims the scholar as he withdraws and accepts this gesture of kindness. He beams despite all the trouble of it, sweeping a hand over the book's face in a slight show of giddiness, before he looks up and—       ❝ Thank... ❞ — and up. And up some more, until he eventually climbs this person with his eyes and reaches their face.       ❝ Th-... Thank you! ❞ Some surprise on the matter can't be helped: the man nearly bests the shelves, he's so tall. Zhilan wouldn't say he's intimidated by any stretch of the word, but he's suddenly acutely aware of his own small stature. This awareness, however, does very little to deter his smile.       ❝ The shelves in this area of the library are quite lofty, aren't they? Were you browsing for a good read, too? ❞

@hanlengjun — continued!

[jinlingjinrulan]

@hanlengjun liked for a starter

He may only be armed with a wooden sword, but Jin Ling knows a demonic creature when he sees one. Not one to let prey slip away, he is already drawing his wooden blade.

"State your name so I know what to tell my uncle when I give him your head!" He challenges.

[kleinstar]

🍨

summer prompts (ACCEPTING)

for the sender to offer the recipient an ice-cream

" This is a popsicle! "

As he looks at the blue stick Mobei Jun's eyebrows rise. Such a small thing? Since throughout their sessions Eiden sometimes got talkative when turning his attention down to his crotch, calling it by that name... However now that Mobei Jun looks at it the word matches none of the mast within his robes.

" Hey now, it's not the size alright? "

It's as though the smaller man has read his mind.

" It's the coldness ok? There are no popsicles of your size geez -- c'mon have a taste! "

Mobei Jun scoffs, looks at the popsicle and Eiden.

" Not me. You will eat this thing. "

Eiden blinks.

" Eh, but I brought it for you-- "

" No matter. It is for you. "

" But-- "

" Now. "

Right here? Eiden looks up to the man that now looks him down with gleaming eyes and a smirk befit for the order. He knows exactly what he's being demanded to do. Eiden glances to his sides checking that there are no onlookers, hesitating a smidgen. Cheeks flush a shade of red as he slowly takes the popsicle into his mouth.

He licks the tip, once, twice... Finally the tip enters his mouth, filling it with the sweet articial flavour that melts in his mouth. Slowly he pulls it back and forth, eyes awkwardly planted up at Mobei Jun. As he continues saliva coats it. Residue escapes from sides as Eiden changes his angle for more salacious experience. His fingers too, soon mixing into it.

" Is this fine..? " Eiden mumbles in the middle off it. At some point he's fallen to his knees.

Mobei Jun looks at him, so diligent at work... Finally a blue hand reaches over Eiden's head. He shakes his head.

" It's not? Wait I can make it look better I just--- "

Mobei Jun hushes him with his palm that reaches below Eiden's jaw, caressing the cheek with the cold hands that the smaller man soon leans onto.

" We are moving elsewhere. "

Though the beach is fairly empty, it's about the time. In the shed will do, behind if it's locked. Or perhaps he can crush the door. It'll have to be seen....

" As Mobei Jun thought.... That size. It will not do. I will have another thing for you enjoy. "

Eiden's eyes light up as he sees Mobei Jun's hand settle over the the front of his robes displaying the bulge rather obviously, intended or not.

" Answer? "

No doubt in Eiden's mind there.

" Hell yeah!! "

" I'll show you even better techniques--- and spare this popsicle, I can mix it and all -- "

He chatters rather excitedly as they head over towards the destination.

[bossrocket]

subversion — ! || @hanlengjun​

“I trust you’re enjoying yourself,” Giovanni says tonelessly, his hands clasped together in his lap. His voice breaks the quiet, echoing ever so faintly in the large, nearly-empty expanse of the room. The dining area is lavish and built to accommodate a large gathering of people, but is currently occupied only by Giovanni, Mobei, and their guards.

The large table at which Giovanni and Mobei sit is full, however, covered in the sort of food that’s almost too expensive to waste by actually eating it. Giovanni has barely touched his own meal beyond an initial demonstration that nothing here is poisoned-- not that offering such proof is particularly necessary. Mobei must know that such an indirect method of murder is not Giovanni’s style, and that even if it were, the mob boss wouldn’t dare try anything of the sort tonight.

Not with Silver’s location still unknown and his safety uncertain.

“I would usually save the business talk for after dinner, Mr. Mobei, but I think it appropriate to begin now. You have bested me; I must say, I am impressed. No one else has ever before dared to cross this particular line, much less manage to succeed. You have my attention now, and I suggest you make good use of it.”

“What is your price?”