#saccharineedge

[xunwenruo]

saccharine-edge started following you

"Hmm? What is a young girl doing here?"

[shamisensdesire]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M SO SORRY!! -claws at own face- I THOUGHT IT WAS LOVELY ANYWAY

Ahaha, no worries, its fine c: I changed it on my original post anyhow so it doesn't matter too much. 

[princeofazure]

"Well...." he gazed once to the new addition to the kingdom of Wei, curious once again as to why the younger sibling would come right back to her kidnappers. Was her Zhou Yu not to her likings, and would prefer his Father?

That was a laugh, seeing as she was not a pleased woman when she was forced to stay.

"What would bring you into the very Kingdom of Wei, hmm? Surely you were pleased against your well-known protests."

[shamisensdesire]

saccharine-edge started following you

"Ah, Mistress Xiao Qiao, I have been searching for you." Motochika's voice expression relief for having caught up to the maiden. "I had a new poem I wished to read to you, your thoughts on it would be appreciated." Motochika bowed modestly, and took a parchment from his pocket. Clearing his throat, he allowed the autumn air to fill his lungs, and hope he could do his work justice. With a voice of confidence, he spoke his words:

"Autumn rays did fill the sky, and a chill caressed the breeze. I lie awake, never sleeping, always still, and remember that winter is always fleeting."

Motochika emptied the air from his lungs, and relaxed slightly as he put the parchment away. It was different from what he usually did, but Xiao Qiao's poetry had inspired him to write something more than to the God of the Ocean.

[shamisensdesire]

ooc; m-me! If you want tooo~!

// Ah yes, but you get a standard starter, so you don't count c:

[crimsonvindication]

The Beautiful Marigold

There she was, sitting upon a stone, her feet in the pond as the koi fish swam about. The peach blossom tree above her shed bright petals all around her, creating an aura of beauty and innocence. He had spotted her while walking down the outside hall, the red columns lined up like soldiers protecting her. The sweet atmosphere was quite like a painting to the strategist, a painting he did not want to ruin. He stood there, leaned against one of the columns, watching quietly.