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@helldark asked:
“ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “
“O’ ye of little faith.” Purrs the beast whose lips have taken Cheshire form and hands of ivory gold. From whose fingertips sprouts a wealth of reassurance dancing spritely beneath the child’s chin.
“Have I ever let the master fret unnecessarily? Come, to bed with you. Let the others perform their duties as dictated. You and I shall have a mystery all our own to solve come morning.”
@helldark
The immolation of Cloud Recesses rages as silent as unprecedented destruction always does. He expects a lion’s roar that shakes the strata from the heavens —in his ears, beneath his feet, resonating in his bones. But all that rattles him is the beat of a frantic gait that cannot bring him close enough to his father’s rooms—or fast enough. Flames reach twice as tall as the buildings they consume, licking the nadir of the inky sky. Walls of fire, labyrinthine and prohibitive, bar his path, force him to remember the intricacies of the compound in order to navigate the bright horror of the inferno.
He guards his mouth, his nose, within the crook of his arm, only slightly mitigating the burn of the smoke through the filter of his sleeve. It singes his eyes, dries them out. He can barely see where his steps take him. But he barrels forward without heed or delay.
His father’s door is consumed in flames. There’s no opening it. But a well-placed kick to the burning wooden frame and it disintegrates to pieces, leaving enough room for him to slip through.
父 亲 ！
There’s no answer. He calls again, his voice stifled by the smoke, the fire that roars as a lion might. His father’s bed lies at the other end of the room.
Occupied.
And when Lan Zhan reaches out to tear the covers back——
The metal door opens rudely, scraping upon the concrete floor like nails on a chalkboard, jarring Lan Zhan from the fitful sleep he’s fallen into upon the interrogation table. He looks at the clock above the two way window. Wipes the spot of drool from the corner of his mouth.
2:37. Vaguely, Lan Zhan wonders if it’s in the early morning of afternoon. One can lose a sense of time in these rooms. Though that seems to be the point. Interrogation room #2. Of course they’d put him in the room that’s colder than sin. At least they’ve fixed the squeak in the door.
The man that takes a seat across the table folds his fingers together as neatly as a nun. But his eyes are kind. Like the softness of a docile cow, but there’s a hint of mischief in them he can’t help but note. It’s augmented by the way his pretty mouth smiles with the boldness of an innocent, who can bear no ill-intent.
Lan Zhan frowns, anyways.
He feels like an elaborate trap.
“Who are you?” he asks, in that even, forthright way that inevitably sounds like an accusation. “I know everyone in this precinct. Which makes you a rookie or a transfer. And neither of those options would even be remotely acceptable for this particular case, so.”
MEME , accepting !
@helldark asked : ❝ I will lay down my life if it sets us free. ❞ [WEN NIIIIING]
he’s sat by the river bank , washing paled hands carefully . losing track of the days spent away , losing track of the hours as they made their way all over . wen ning doesn’t even remember their destination at this point , wei wuxian just assures him they will soon rest . and rest did come . fingers brush the smooth current of the river , twirling fingers within it’s clear expanse . eyes flicker up to wei wuxian , worry and concern sparkling in doe eyes . ‘ wei wuxian , ’ wen ning stammers out , pulling himself up onto his feet . ‘ death is NOT an option for you . ’ wen ning says rather sternly , holding him to a higher standard . he cares so much for the other , he was like a brother to wen ning . and he loved and cherished him deeply .
━━ ❀ “Someone is on our side. Someone else is not.” She knows he tries not to let it bother him - but no matter how tall and how different he becomes, her brother will always be her brother. He will always be the boy that she coaxed from a tree with promises to fend off the dogs for him. “Wherever you end up, no matter what anyone thinks of you - you’ll always have a HOME here.” Reaches up to smooth wild, windblown hair away from his face. “We’re in your corner, Xian Xian.”
@helldark liked for a starter !
you be the moon i’ll be the earth and when we burst start over, o darling
begin again begin again begin again
“Even covered in snow the gardens are beautiful.”
|| Winter Ball
Winter had finally come and snow had gracefully blanketed the estate. The two Phantomhive boys, each a mirror image of the other, had spent a portion of their morning playing inside until they had noticed that snow had begun to fall once more. Being as young as they were, it captured their interest as they hurried to their bedroom window that oversaw the manor's gardens. However, it was most unfortunate that the younger of the two had recently been ill; a common theme with such a fragile figure. Unable to venture out to play, he had kept his gaze on frosted panes. Silently would snowflakes dance as two sets of glistening sapphire optics fixed their gazes upon dazzling alabastrine.
Silence would soon be broken as the elder brother had made a soft-spoken comment, leading the younger of the two to turn his head to the other. Ciel was correct. Even covered in snow, the gardens were beautiful. The thought of something so poetic brought faint rose-tinted cheeks upwards into a smile. If only Sirius wasn't wracked with such a dangerous ailment. How saddening it was to have contracted asthma just as their mother.
‘ They really are. Ciel... You can go play outside if you want to. Instead of staying in here with me... I'll be okay by myself. ’
Such a soft remark with a tinge of concealed sadness, but the child meant it; as heart-shattering as it was for him. He loved his brother dearly, but he was a selfless being and would surely berate himself if his healthy other half did not go out and enjoy the falling beauty.
wo ai ni ♡ please ai wo back
me @ @helldark
@helldark asked : ❝ the scary truth is, i’m flying blind, and i’m making this up as i go. ❞ (Shijie!) - DEH STARTERS
━━ ❀ “But you’re not hurt?” Anxious gaze scans over taller boy. She hates to FUSS but her heart jumps at the confession. Affirming that he is in fact, alright, Yanli presses a hand between hers. “I trust your judgment, A-Xian, but - you’ve got to be CAREFUL.”
