#hw linglan

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linglan before and after, from the official weibo page

[helixwaltzwithme]

That's pretty gay

How is Linglan not romanceble?

[giulolosblackmail]

Lynn Gwen: Deputy President Lynn Gwen is the deputy president of Verselle's City Council and also the president of the Verselle Merchants Association. Her parents were assassinated when she was 15 years old, and since then she has managed to run her family business well, and also climb to the top of the City Council. Many people tried to assassinate her: Business competitors, relatives who want to inherit her fortune, the highborns who hate the City Council… She just waits there quietly, and returns gracefully; She is using herself as the bait to lure out the black hand that killed her parents… Sorada Pistol: Inspired by the time when she visited the Flora Street, Lynn Gwen bought this pistol from Lionheart Duchy and carries it with her all the time.

[helixwaltzwithme]

FUCK

[giulolosblackmail]

cn only letter from linglan, this one sounds like it may have been sent around the time of the curing hall crisis when lady paola tries to have magda killed, but i can't confirm when

大小姐！

埃伦斯坦大小姐！我本来以为您已经从上次的事情吸取了教训⸺⸺虽然我也不知道是什么事情！但是！没想到您⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯唉，您到底是嗅觉迟钝呢？还是不想看清呢？不论是哪一种，您都已经⋯⋯⋯⋯感觉到悬崖边的大风了吗？埃伦斯坦小姐！⸺⸺凌格兰

My Lady!

Miss Ellenstein! I thought you had learned your lesson from the last incident — although I don’t know what it was! But! I didn’t expect you... Alas, do you have a dull sense of smell? Or do you perhaps not want to see clearly? In any case, you have already... already felt the strong wind at the edge of the cliff, yes? Miss Ellenstein! ⸺⸺Linglan

this letter has been machine translated

[giulolosblackmail]

cozytober2024: 1. Borrowing a Coat

"Yes, but if given precedence, Rayorcan based copyright law will completely eviscerate sales in creative markets. Technically half of jewellery sales in Finsel could be taken to court. Just how many lawyers do you expect to take their very expensive schooling into such reputable ventures as pulp novel editing?" Miss Linglan badgered as she and Barris walked down the red carpeted halls of Finsel's grand courthouse.

Barris snorted. "You misunderstand, I merely meant to say that Rayorca has the most prolific copyright law on the continent, and Finsel is growing large enough that the laws that exist cannot keep up with the complexities that we are now facing. We have already begun taking direction from Rayorcan legislature, it is only a given when the majority of people in the law department boast a Rayorcan education."

"Tradition does not pragmatism make," Miss Linglan argued before being bent double with the force of a sudden sneeze. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and kept walking.

Barris hurried to follow and noticed the fingers wrapped around her handkerchief were trembling. It was getting to be early autumn this time of year and the fashions of the noblesse still favoured low cuts and sleeveless gowns. It was not particularly warm inside the courthouse with the lateness of the hour, and most of the fireplaces had already been put out for the day. Barris hadn't noticed in his formal coats.

"Are you cold," he interrupted Miss Linglan mid-argument.

She glanced at him strangely, but puffed up and stated, "A woman who resists the cold is beautiful."

It wasn't an answer, but he remembered Lady Ellenstein saying almost the exact thing before, it was during the last Winter Festival. Everyone always acts strange during the festival.

"Do you know," Barris begins, because every word he shares with Miss Linglan must be a pitched battle, and this one called for a change in tactics, "that the first time I met Lady Ellenstein, I carried her out of a ball."

Miss Linglan seemed a bit put-off at the abrupt change in topic, but she hummed in interest. "Was it her debut?"

Barris shook his head. It had been around that time though. "No, but it was one of her first. Lady Ellenstein was still unused to the heels fashionable at the time. Her shoes were stained pink with blood. The gown she wore covered it, but it could not protect her from faltering."

Miss Linglan grimaced in sympathy. "To be beautiful is to suffer."

Barris frowned. That was very much not the point he was trying to make. Sighing, Barris shrugged off his peacoat and tossed it to Miss Linglan.

She caught it and stepped in front of him, forcing Barris to stop. "I'm not wearing this, do you know what the papers would say about me?"

Barris shrugged and moved around her, turning deeper into the building rather than to the front door they had both been headed towards after a long day at work. "Perhaps you found it laying somewhere on your way out. It would be rude to leave it, and my office is locked. In the meantime, use it like a muff. It will keep your hands warm."

The muffled sound of heels on stiff carpet followed Miss Linglan out of the building as Barris walked in the opposite direction. He'd be leaving through a side door today.

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Nyx, shakily: please, just tell me what the book is about, the plot, please Linglan, reading an annotation on the cover of a book, unfazed: A subversive masterpiece. A deep and touching story. Rayorca Times Bestseller. Linglan, now looking directly at Nyx: Go fuck yourself.