#sentimentaltheory

[elegantyoungmaster]

Temperaments

(c)

Damn right he was going to step into the place.

He was furious no one told him, even Mingyu had not been told until they had been summoned and Jin Ling had heard through the Sect Leader grape vine. So yes he had come to Gusu, it was his home Sect even though he was the Jin Sect Leader. Few people could do anything about that, since they were all linked in someway. "Then what the hell are you doing ?" he snapped. Golden eyes were bright and there was no hiding the raw fury he felt.

He didn't want to hear that, but he knew that he was right and he took a breath and frowned. "Its not fair." he stated as his turned and crossed his arms. "A-Yu is suppose to be the Gusu Sect Heir." he stated "She should be leading this Sect not married into another." he was indignant. "She's taken all the lessons I have, she's good under pressure, and she knows her stuff." he defended since he couldn't make anyone else listen. Zizhen was the poor fool who was stuck with a pissed off Jin Ling.

Of course everything that Zizhen said was rational.

"I have." he grumbled and looked irritated.

"No but this is different she my baby sister, my only sister." he stressed "My mother's only daughter." he was sad about it now, it was settling in that they were all growing up. It was scary to grow up. He slumped a little. "If, she said no. Would you honor it ?" he asked seriously. Of course he had never seen Zizhen mean to anyone. He shook his head no.He was always upstanding if not a bit loud when with Lan Jingyi.

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[achromaticstars-archived]

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As a member of Second Unit, Kunihiro works alongside Kane and the others to protect history from changing by the hand of the Time Retrograde Army.

Fingers gripped at the still arm that rested against Kunihiro’s side, one that he was unable to move properly as blood was already staining his hand. He had been separated from Kane and the others, he had yet come across any signs that they were nearby. He couldn’t just sit here in wait though. There was a high chance that members of the Time Retrograde Army were still around, a threat that had to be stopped. The obvious determination was there to complete the goal of history like they’ve attempted in the past. 

History had to be protected. That’s why Kunihiro and the second unit were here under the directive of Saniwa. 

He hoped that the others were okay though, one injury was enough to deal with already. The Second Unit he was apart of would be down a member because of the injury that Kunihiro received. He should have been more careful, he should have paid more attention to his surroundings. 

A random soldier from the enemy had caught him off guard, it was the reason why he was unable to hold the wakizashi that rested against his hip. 

Movement caught his attention, causing Kunihiro to brace his back against a nearby tree to avoid from being spotted. Was it the enemy, a comrade, or something else? He hoped that it wasn’t a threat from the Time Retrograde Army, he wouldn’t be able to fend them off. 

Running would be his only option. With a shift of his feet, he was ready to flee if he needed to.

[storiestotell]

@sentimentaltheory​ asked:  “has anyone ever taken care of you?” for Lin Ming

The question was well meaning but it stung, made her tense up, fingers curling slightly and jaw tightening. She looked down, pretending to pick at a loose thread on her skirt. Pretending became earnest; the skirt was old and threadbare in some places, but even if she could afford to replace it, Lin Ming liked the shade of green.  

After a moment, she seemed to realize that a question had been asked which she still hadn’t answered and looked up. The brief flash of pain was gone, replaced by a sheepish expression. Sometimes it was so easy for her to get lost in her own world. 

<< I’m sorry, >> she mouthed, slowly, hoping he would follow along. Almost hoping that he wouldn’t notice she hadn’t answered the question but Lin Ming sighed softly. 

She shook her head.

No one had ever taken care of her, not in the way he meant. She had survived, though, despite it all, despite the world’s best efforts otherwise and her own belief she wouldn’t. That had to count for something. Carefully, she wrote out a few characters.

<< But that’s alright. I don’t mind. >>

- court of thorn and roses sentence starters

[baijingshen]

@sentimentaltheory​ sent: It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…”(for Wen Ning)

          Wen Ning doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he’s standing nearby and he can’t help hearing what he hears. He can’t help looking up and over at the boy who spoke either, his gaze guided to the SCRATCH on his arm that he’s showing to Yuan and the others. It’s long but not deep, by the looks of it, but the skin around it has turned an angry red and Wen Ning has had enough cuts and scratches in his life to know that it must itch and sting.

He probably shouldn’t be talking to the boys, especially without Master Wei around.. but the Sect Leaders aren’t here and it’s not like he means them any harm. Talking to them won’t be an issue - right?      “It looks like it’s become INFLAMED..” Wen Ning points out from where he stands, his courage to speak up leaving him as soon as he starts talking. All eyes turn to him and he lowers his gaze, a little embarrassed. He shouldn’t have said anything - it’s just that he suddenly remembered something Wen Qing taught him a few years back.

     “Marigold..” he adds after a moment, even quieter than the first time. “MARIGOLD is good against inflammation..” He remembers the lovely scent in the air when his sister made a paste of it, and the beautiful orange color. It’s a good memory, a calm afternoon inside with tea and sweet bread, sorting herbs and berries. How it feels like a lifetime ago now.

[storiestotell]

@sentimentaltheory​ asked:  just take one step at a time. ( for Lin Ming)

She hadn’t meant to get involved, certainly hadn’t meant to get hurt in the process, but it seemed as if people were in danger, those carrying swords distracted by whatever creature was causing the havoc and as much as she had wanted to merely leave, she had found that she couldn’t. 

What if someone needed help? What if she could do something?

Those were the thoughts running through her head as she tried to directed people away, the last thought she clearly remembered until now. Something had hit her, Lin Ming could tell by the way her head was pounding and sticky, wet feeling on her clothes. When she pulled her hand away, it was red. She frowned before looking up at him, nodding.

<< Thank you, >> she mouthed, trying not to lean on him too much. She had already caused enough problems for him by getting in the way in the first place. Lin Ming wanted to tell him that she hoped she hadn’t gotten in the way but she couldn’t. Instead, she gestured to her mouth and shook her head. << I’m sorry. >>

- endearing sentence starters

[wonderstxrs]

@sentimentaltheory​ send:  ⛓

Her parents had always been open towards her about what they wanted for her, an arranged marriage had never been part of the plan. Mingyu assumed they wanted her to find her fated one at her own terms. However politics being as they were, and having received a marriage proposal that would not only benefit the Baling Ouyang Sect but also Gusu Lan. See, other Sects had been growing in numbers and while Gusu Lan, Yunmeng Jiang, Lanling Jin and Qinghe Nie remain the four biggest sects --- there were two others getting quite close. Which upon itself was not a bad thing, but they seemed to be following in the footsteps of the Qishan Wen sect regarding views, hurting people and bold and reckless statements, behaviors and actions. While it cannot be foreseen how things turn out, Mingyu knew that agreeing was the only option. 

The fact her father seemed to consider it, even before having spoken to his wife about it tells her enough of the situation and uncertainty. 

What would have to be discussed is not only Mingyu’s, but also Zizhen’s position once this is set in stone. They’re both heirs to their sect, if they were to indeed be promised to one another... who ends up joining which sect? 

She knows Zizhen from the times she tagged along with the other juniors ( either allowed, or not allowed ). She knows he has an admirable character, kind, romantic, and honestly he’s handsome. She’d just never given it much thought in that particular direction.

‘‘Did it come as much of a surprise to you, when they told you?’’ Mingyu asks as they walked. This was their first ‘official’ meeting after the arranged marriage had been set, although their parents were probably still working on the exact terms. She was trying to figure out if he was against this marriage, or open to it.