#resentrisen

[vernades]

@resentrisen​ -- ;

It felt as though it’d been a lifetime since they’d seen Nie Mingjue’s handsome features, wondering if this was how a ship felt once it reached safe harbor. Able to be alone with the chief cultivator of the Nie sect, a hand came to tenderly touch the man’s cheek with a tender reverence. 

“It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I’ve seen you, ya albi.”

[dishengs]

@resentrisen​ --- STARTER  ♬

WITH THE WAY NIE MINGJUE LOOKED at him, Wei Wuxian had thought for a moment that he might have really punched him. He knows Nie Mingjue for as early as his memories would allow him to remember---there was no way he would underestimate the sect leader’s wrath---and for once in his life, Wei Wuxian was actually scared out of his wits. Even if he knew why he shouldn’t have done this, even if he knew why he ended up choosing the Ghost Path, in the end, he knew those were never excuses that would spare him from Nie Mingjue’s ire. He had watched for himself, with this own two eyes, how Nie Mingjue kicked Jin Guangyao down the tower ( part of him still called him Yao-ge ) and Wei Wuxian feels his knees shook when he thought that the same fate might befall him.

He felt lucky, and surprised, when all Nie Mingjue did was throw his belongings outside of the Unclean Realm. His clothes spilt messily over the floor at his feet. Wei Wuxian’s gaze fell to look at them, before turning his gaze back up to look at Nie Mingjue. ❝Nie-gege...❞ ---You can’t do this! A part of him wants to cry. But the words formulated in his mind died out. There was no way Nie Mingjue would hear any excuse tolerating this turn of events, and the truth---he could not tell him the truth. Wei Wuxian had sworn to the heavens and himself that he would protect the truth with his life. But leaving the Unclean Realm hurt him. He didn’t want to leave his family behind. Before the gates of Qinghe Nie, Wei Wuxian fell to his knees, refusing to get up.

[painburied]

❝ We never stop fighting. ❞

         ❛  ALL DUE RESPECT  ,  sect leader nie  ,  i’m not questioning it.  ❜     a hand comes up to wipe at the wisps of dark hair sticking to her face  ,  and she leans forward.     ❛  but it’s how one fights that makes a victory  ,  isn’t it?  ❜

*    if i couldn’t walk  ,  i’d crawl to you.     @resentrisen​

[shipsinks]

@resentrisen​ @honghuas​ I SEE Y’ALL..... ENABLERS

[fatesmade]

‘ i did my best to bring you up. ’ ( for NHS :^) )

In the setting sun , with orange splashed across the skies , Nie Huaisang could not help but to wonder how his father would react as he further diverged from their sect values. Those thoughts would undoubtedly lead to would mother would be more kind ? Would she pat his head with gentle fingers , and paint along side him , or would she too be utterly disappointed ?

In the end it didn’t matter , because he would never find out.

He had his brother , and even among their squabbles and his own cowering , he had never regretted this family bond.

The truth was , no one would blame the sect leader if one day he grabbed Nie Huaisang and tossed him out into the world to fend for himself. It would be one less burden , and to many , one less shame.  — but he was allowed to stay , raised by someone who had no obligation to , even with disappointment after disappointment.  

Nie Huaisang always thought if he was more like his brother , life would be far more simpler. —  but in his heart he knew he was not made for leading . Such things would weigh him down , turn him bitter , robbing him of the little happiness he’d secure for himself. After all , he only wished for the freedom of the winds , and worlds held in ink and brush. 

                                  ( It was selfish , he knew , and Nie Mingjue deserved a better brother. )

“ I .. I ” he stutters out ,“ I know , ” his voice apologetic at the only family he’s ever known. The way he’s turn out has nothing to do with his brother’s actions , and everything with himself. “ I’m trying , dage , I really am ,” he whispers , head hanging low . “ I’ll try harder. ”

[weiwuxiian]

❝Huaisang’s been studying! With me!❞

In a bar near the Could Recesses. With a bill of 500 silver taels. And they both smell of wine and perfume.

[vernades]

@resentrisen -- ;

Travelling so far from Wallachia had yielded experiences of the like they’d never known before, filled with peril and adventure, but in the wake of Dracula’s defeat did questions carry them this far east. From the waters of the Black Sea to traveling through myriad countries on horseback and and reducing the durations of journeys through magical means yielded passage that took only four months instead of years, something unthinkable if merely traveling on foot. Dense umbrage filtered through cascading mists and dappled sunlight to the worn dust roads below, a sweet kind of ache proliferating Sypha’s ankles from having walked so far with their steed clopping tiredly alongside them.

Yet, it was through a twisting menagerie of trees and topiary that obfuscated the campus of pagodas perched on a sloping incline, Sypha knowing that this was the place. Showing a writ of passage to a page, the boy quickly sprinted up the stairs while a stable hand took their horse, following the child into the pavilion where students bent over their manuscripts studied thoughtfully until they took notice of the blond, gossiping at such a strange-looking foreigner amid them.

Regardless, the wizard didn’t mind waiting a little longer.

[vernades]

It's been too long, qíng rén.

"Habibi!"

There weren't an abundance of ways to describe being in Mingjue's presence again, but Sypha could think of a few ways. It was like walking into a warm room after trudging through an unbearable winter. Like lighting the warmest candle in the darkest room. Like the first warm day of spring, or a refreshing shower after a long draught. There were many ways of describing the cultivator, but none of them truly compared to the wizard all but dropping their staff and launching themselves at the taller man to embrace him tightly.

Yes, it felt an awful lot like coming home.

"How have you been? It's been too long, ya albi."