#lazy-sarcasm

[zijings-blog]

@lazy-sarcasm :: continued

     When Ling Tong cries out, Lu Su is immediately out of his seat, hovering in concern.

     “Take it easy,” it’s almost an order, voice firm but caring. Ling Tong’s injuries were certainly nothing to make light of. “...and that is something I was hoping to ask you. We found you half-conscious some distance from the camp, and in pretty rough shape.”

[severemarquis]

I don't know if it's still your birthday or if it's passed already but happy birthday!! c:

// Awwh thank yooou :DIt has passed here, but it’s still my birthday on the other side of the world so close enough hue

[kwarriorsicons]

Could I request for Ling Tong icons please??

Yes! So sorry for getting to this so late.

—Mod Okuni

[avianflame]

@lazy-sarcasm

     While the main threat was quelled, the aftermath of Yiling only compounded fleeting trust and further grief in a battle where no one had truly won. Yes, Wu secured a concrete victory under Lu Xun's command, but the burdens only weighed more heavily upon the man's shoulders. They had lost one of their most valued officers, and while there'd been few exceptions to the gung-ho pirate's recklessness, Xun scolded himself for not performing better; perhaps then, the familiar jingle of bells would not elicit sadness.

     And yet, he'd done something quite significant, if the mental images of the enemy camp ablaze were any indication. While Liu Bei's need for vengeance led to an entirely avoidable clash, Lu Xun would be a hypocrite to deny his own anger the moment he pointed his blades at him. Had Sun Quan not stopped him, he feared this alternate ending...

     Now here he sat alone, watching forlornly over his comatose friend. Gently pulling the blankets to just below Ling Tong's chin, worry brewed in Xun's chest. From a drunken stupor to days lying in the infirmary cot, Gan Ning's passing had incapacitated the man with grief.  A part of Lu Xun remained confused about the sudden change, having recalled their frequent arguments (at the expense of Lü Meng's patience). While the two often hadn't see eye-to-eye, he'd admired the pirate's bravado and loyalty to their cause, and the younger would forever view him as a member of their family.

     A rustle of blankets roused the strategist out of his thoughts, and he observed with bated breath, feeling indirectly responsible for putting him in this state. In the event of a false alarm or frightening him, the younger inquired in a gentle tone.

     "Master Ling Tong, can you hear me...?"