So, I've been tagged by @agreekdemigod to share a snippet from my wip fic... here we go, an excerpt of my ongoing (as of yet unposted) SVSSS fic! Being beta read by none other than @agreekdemigod :D
Also tagging @ineffablequeenoftheuniverse and @miusmusings - i know you guys are writing something. Go on and share a snippet from your wip if you want!
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(Excerpt from 'The Tranquility of Reading')
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Silence reigned for a good ten seconds before someone snorted loudly in the background and murmurs quickly started up again. Between interspersed laughter and chatter, Shen Yuan could hear an astonished “Damn!” from the crowd as well. The Bai Zhan disciple had gone red in the face by now, his hand clutched tightly around his sword. And Yue Qingyuan was still standing there, looking harassed as he tried to calm everyone down.
Just as the Bai Zhan disciple took a step forward, anger a palpable aura around him, a voice called out: “Zhu Yao! Come back here!”
Another disciple in red and white robes was moving towards their little congregation, his stride long and agitated.
So this isn’t Liu Qingge. Huh.
Good to know that the future Bai Zhan Peak Lord wasn’t this much of an idiot at least.
“Ah,” said Yue Qingyuan in relief at the newcomer’s arrival, “Liu-shidi… I think you better escort Zhu-shidi back to your seats, now.”
Shen Yuan froze in place. ‘Liu-shidi’ scowled at the order, but nonetheless grabbed at his fellow disciple’s collar and began dragging him away.
“Liu-shidi,” Zhao Mei called out, making them stop. “Are you leaving without an apology? Your shidi just insulted my shixiong—Yue-shixiong, is this the courtesy shown to one’s shixiong?”
At Zhao Mei’s words, the tension which had been slowly dissipating, zapped right back into place.
Aiya, Shen Yuan sighed. Like shizun, like disciple.
She really had to bring up the fact that Bai Zhan ranked below Qing Jing so blatantly, huh? Then again, that Zhu Yao guy had made the insinuation that they ranked above Qing Jing first.
He side-eyed her. And the fact that she’s demanding an apology on my behalf. The comment stung her as well.
Liu Qingge slowly turned around. His hand was still curled around Zhu Yao’s collar, mouth fixed in a scowl. But Shen Yuan could see the resemblance now, could recognise those features… it was, plain and simple, a male version of Liu Mingyan.
Liu Mingyan, the most beautiful woman in Luo Binghe’s harem, that she had to constantly wear a veil to keep her face hidden from zealous admirers. In every official or fan-made artwork, her face was covered, no distinguishing features to see. But Airplane had described her well enough during the papapa scenes (of all things!)—peach blossom eyes, a round face, with a sharp jawline and slender nose. Skin as fair as mutton-fat jade, and as soft and supple as silk. Shen Yuan’s favourite wife, to be honest, not just because of her absolutely gorgeous looks, but because she was also absolutely badass with a sword!
And her brother, Liu Qingge, War God of Cang Qiong…
Fuck, he’s a total pretty boy from a shounen manga!
And then Liu Qingge opened his mouth:
