#hurricanebreeze

[lizhly-writes]

@somefishycat @hurricanebreeze finally worked out the actual starting paragraph for this fic, here you go

There was a very logical reason why Mu Qingfang was seeing Shang Qinghua in his private rooms with his shirt off and it had nothing to do with sex.  Not that Mu Qingfang was thinking about sex.  He was a professional doctor with no feelings about his patient at all; he was only staring intensely at Shang Qinghua’s body for sake of diagnosis.  

Diagnosis was exactly why he was carefully smoothing his hands over the other man’s midsection.  He was in no way distracted by the warm skin under his touch, muscles tensing under his fingers.  His only focus was on the well-being of his patient, as should be the focus of any diligent medical cultivator.

“Your face doesn’t look good, shidi,” Shang Qinghua said.  “Is it really bad?”

Mu Qingfang calmly took a step back.  “You’ve broken a rib.”

[nb-octopus-writes]

@hurricanebreeze said,

accidental alien abduction please

“Hm,” Logan said.

“Are you going to bring it inside?”

“Perhaps later. I want to observe it in its natural habitat for some time first. I do not know what it eats, and could not properly care for it in captivity long enough to watch it pupate.”

“Yeah, fair enough. I'm going in, text me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Roman,” Logan said as Roman stepped over him and went into their shared apartment.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my February 12th post here; Limits for @hurricanebreeze and @nonbinary-octopus, thanks!

Jareth had a whole kennel of pets to send hunting for them to round them up and return them when he had neither mind nor time nor patience to do so himself. The forests were largely unscathed - the Fireys would pull themselves together again eventually, and perhaps they would cause him fewer headaches for a while, Jareth thought with wry hope; the trees and brush would heal, the paths shift as they always did; the bridge over the Bog of Eternal Stench had already been replaced and the proximity of the open rocks to the surface would do nicely as a replacement for the precariousness of the prior one. The garden maze- His Labyrinth chimed at the back of his mind and he would have sighed, were an owl’s breathing passages quite designed for such expressions. He winged over and wheeled around without protest, however, leaving the rest of his inspection for later. His Castle was, of course, a patchwork of complete perfection and utter destruction after his last standoff with Sarah - he had suspected the outcome and taken care to limit the confrontation’s reach, leading her into the stairway room where fluxes were more easily swallowed up, but there was only so much mitigation to be done in the face of such an inexperienced grasp on power.

[nb-octopus-writes]

@hurricanebreeze said, rotate the energy skyward please

“For the purpose of I am solidifying liquids,” the human said. “I am garbed with sediments, and continuing, I solidify liquids!”

This new sentence is no less confusing than the others. “Sediments?” Does the human wish to clean, perhaps? Though they have previously found a way to communicate that particular idea, so…

“Sediments, observe,” the human says, and grips the lower edge of their upper garment, lifting it. Underneath, they are wearing another garment, and when they lift this too, there is a third. “Three!” the human says, putting the garments back where they had previously been. “Three sediments, however, I am solidifying liquids.”

“Sediments is garments?” A asks.

“Yes,” the human says. “I am garbed with multiple garments. Three sediments.”

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my October 23rd post here; Echoes of Care for @wizisbored and @hurricanebreeze, thanks!

‟Rei- Rei, please.” he begged softly, ragged, his fingers flexing on Rei’s arm. Zero’s arm. Rei’s. He had to be Rei, still. Somewhere behind the eyes like black glass and the steel-sheathed bone and the poised stillness. ‟Please.” Ryuichi said again, thoughtless.