The Tale of Tiger Mountain ch 13: The Silence
[Read on Ao3] || XiYao post-canon fix-it || M
"Yao made quick work of the robe and then focused on embroidering the sigils that made the Funeral Dress. Despite the good night’s sleep, tea, and several hot meals, there was still a small crumb of resentment nestled deep in his chest that he hadn’t been able to banish.
His frustration wasn’t only about getting mud in his hair or the itchy spots like mosquito bites the poisonous algae had left on his arms. Not even about how he had missed the main fight and only ended up doing some cleaning up, while his older martial sibling hogged all the heroic glory to themselves once again.
Every child is precious, Youliu had said, presenting the claim with such deep conviction one could have mistaken it for a demonstrable fact and not a value statement.
But she was wrong."











