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sanctiforged replied to your post “Good thing Luo Binghe isn’t human so Xie Lian can strike him down !”
hurting demons is just as bad if they're innocent! ;o;
agreed ! but ! he’s not innocent !
kongxu
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“Good thing Luo Binghe isn’t human so Xie Lian can strike him down !”
JUST BECAUSE IM HALF DOESN'T MAKE ME ANY LESS OF A HUMAN ? ? ? ?
agreed as well ! but your actions & deeds deserve some striking down :)
twirls his sword around. ' i heard an interesting tale today, shizun, '
He busies himself with ink and brush , writing any piece of literature he could remember from his days as Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu. It isn’t particularly interesting , but it passes the time and its far more preferable that sitting idly by and doing nothing. It must look truly strange the mix of languages , incomprehensible to any who wasn’t from the same world as he.
He forces Luo Binghe to wait before he dignifies him with an answer or even acknowledgment, taking his time to wipe his brush clean and setting it away. One by one , he rolls a couple of scroll up until finally he breaks the pause with disinterest.
“ Ah , and I have something equally as interesting to report, “ sarcasm dripping from his lips , venomous and cold. “ I don’t care what you have to say. ”
@kongxu * / liked for a starter
❝ ----- and what will I be to you? ❞ They ask with poison on the tip of their tongue. Hesitantly, or else it would threaten to slip down their throat and render them intoxicated and numb. The godling refers to their current state, a weak divine in the home of demonic lech. Does he look down on them? Will they be treated well? Is this palace a play of respite? Or will there be more hell to rise. Arita is mildly concerned for their well being, but not enough.
❝ I am afraid. ❞
' don't worry, liu shishu. i've already gotten rid of that /pest/ for you-- you needn't concern yourself with it any longer. '
Did he expect a word of thanks? A grateful smile and a cup of his hands, lowering his back into a respectful bow? You’ve done Cang Qiong Mountain Sect a great favour, we are in your debt?
Don’t take him for a fool.
He remembers a young Luo Binghe, hair clumsily tied up with a broken ribbon, strands of hair curling down his eyes. Still, he never once stopped digging, fingers muddied and clothes ripped open at the knees, and where his hair obscured his face, Liu Qingge had seen the resolve in his gaze. Coming across people like him was rare, an innate talent waiting to be guided into something no one had seen before. Liu Qingge had seen his potential with a look alone, and though he didn’t take him into Bai Zhan Peak, he vowed to keep an eye on him, if only to see the kind of person he’d become with his power. He had been looking forward to it.
Under Shen Qingqiu’s tutelage–the one with the soft eyes and laughter that felt like peace–, he should have become as honourable as he was outstanding. He shouldn’t have turned his back to their sect, stab his teacher in the back, terrorized the cultivation world with a swing of his demonic sword.
But he had cared about Shen Qingqiu, that much Liu Qingge was sure of. His crimes, his carefully woven plans – Liu Qingge could understand them, maybe, if they had been done for Shen Qingqiu’s sake. It’s why he wanted to make Luo Binghe pay for all of them himself, to clash swords with him until he submitted to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s–his–retribution. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to get to him first until he made him kneel and repent.
It wasn’t the case with this one.
A bloodied blade that reeks of gore and a grin that stretched with gut-wrenching satisfaction, a mockery of concern seeps through teeth ready to devour him whole. Liu Qingge has no other feelings for him than hate, and a sinking sensation of dread that makes the tip of his fingers grow cold. A moment of weakness tugs at him, and for a moment, all he can see is the determined face of a young, earnest boy with endless potential, cheeks browned with dirt from hours of digging.
‘ Beast, ’ snarled together with a silent where is he, what do you mean, Liu Qingge’s grip on his sword is the only thing keeping him still. ‘ What have you done? ’
' what's the difference between him and i? what makes me so undeserving ? we're the same person, so why am i the only one forced to be unhappy ?! '
There is an undeniable difference between the two , anyone could see it. Still , even if he was very much accustomed to the happy Binghe he raised with his doe eyes and charming smiles , it didn’t mean this Binghe was inherently wrong. “ You’re not undeserving ,” who told you that , he wants to ask , but he suspects it’s the very same one who shared this face.
Was it too late to undo the damage the original goods did ? Maybe with some encouragement , and TLC he could relieve some of that anger against the world. Though he winces at the treatment the parallels of those he’s come to recognize as friends must have gone through under Luo Binghe’s hand , a life turned towards the better can never come too late , right ? Not to mention , there were many people of that world Luo Binghe could still do right by moving forward. Especially all those poor wives ! Really Binghe , 600 plus wives and you’re here looking for acknowledgment from an old man ?
“ I don’t know where you’ll find your happiness ,” he says honestly. There was no cure - all for emotional turmoil , not even in airplane bro’s weird little world. Shen Yuan can feel the distress rolling off in waves from this unfamiliar , yet familiar man. Tortured by the idea of an unfair universe, it must truly feel like he was still that same young boy with forces stronger than himself picking on him. Always Luo Binghe who falls short , who was kicked down to the ground and never given any reprieve.
It is so that even though Luo Binghe has done unforgivable things , ( just as Shen Jiu had done , he knows ) he offers a hug. A small comfort for a lifetime that must have been very , very lonely. “— I don’t know how long it’ll take , but Binghe don’t stop looking for your happiness ! I may not be your shizun exactly , but I’m still cheering you on ! ” He feels a little silly , kind of like an inspirational speaker who doesn’t really know what they’re talking about , but he says it confidently anyways hoping to inspire some spark of hope. With a final pat on the back , he pulls away , “ You can be happy too , Binghe. At least that’s what I believe. ”
smacks it. once. ;)
touch me again without my express permission and i will turn your spine into a pretzel.
shizun : ) ) ) ) he's brought a present for u
“ Do not address me with such familiarity, “ Shen Qingqiu pointedly says , unwilling to even look at the man. He seeks to punish this Binghe the only way he knows how ( the only way he can ) — no attention , not even a shred of hatred , even when the bitter feeling burns within his heart.
It still brings him no satisfaction.
He does not want to hear shizun , not when he sounds so similar , even with that devious undertone that never goes away. He knows of impostors , ( he is one too afterall ) and seethes that this Luo Binghe can play innocent , like his sword was not coated in red , like he was justified in his crimes.
Sitting stiffly , angled away he busies himself with nonsense. Fan splayed open , fluttering at nothing , content to idle and waste away. It was preferable to anything that this beast could offer.
White knuckled grip across his fan , he only says with disinterest and indifference , “ I don’t want anything from you. ”
i heard u like to be picked up
depends.
