#xiingese

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&& ‘ @xiingese ‘ || call in: came to the art shop!!

“ This sounds very illegal and I do not recommend it. “

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Ling, Tall Twin, Small Twin

Fuck, Marry, Kiss

@xiingese​, @idoliicus​, & @avarixing

        ❛ Well, I’d wed the young lord, kiss...tol twin           ( it never said WHERE ), and I’d fu-- ❜

              ohhh no...

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       The journey home from a tough battle long fought was slow, wrought with worry and weariness, a desire to return to a country of rich customs and hardworking people, feet aching to sink into familiar soil. The war they had won, but also lost as one of their own had fallen; a trusted soldier and caring grandfather, Fu dedicated his life to the Yao Clan and his heart to the Twelfth Prince as well as his only grandchild and his death weighed heavy on their souls.

       The loss of their comrade, a Homunculus with more good in him than the rest, stumbling along a broken path before finding what he truly desired had taken a toll on her lord more than she had thought possible. Ling had lost many in his fifteen years of life; his mother, a handful of siblings, then her grandfather, and a Sin that both robbed him of his body and saved him from death. His limbs lacked their usually grace and the bounce in his step less prominent, the lack of luster in his smile and his eyes as he was praised by his father for the retrieval of a Philosopher’s Stone and it hadn’t slipped her notice. As years passed, the stacks of paper work grew and his mental health declined and with each exit from a controversial meeting gone on too long, the lines marking his face seemed to grow deeper.

       After the arrival of his twenty-second birthday and the dawn of the New Year, the royal dresser draped his toned form in imperial robes made from the finest silk, lined in gold and decorated with intricate designs. Fireworks popped and crackled overhead, lighting the night sky in brilliant reds and blues and greens, festive paper lanterns hung methodically throughout the grounds. The palace is aglow with celebration, the royal family and invited guests enjoying their evening feast, workers rushing about to ensure that everything goes smoothly.

       As Ling’s personal guard, it wasn’t hard to notice him slip away from the crowd to stand amongst the flora in the garden, breathing in the freshness of the night air, charcoal eyes focused on the darkened, starlit sky above. Though she knows he’s as safe as he would be on any other night, she follows the cobbled path he travels at a distance and as a friend, not a guard.

       Soled shoes tap the stone silently and Lan Fan pauses by her lord’s side, worried gaze trained on the shadows cast on his face by crimson lanterns. She can gather what traverses through his troubled mind; the worries and insecurities and tragedy-wrought past, the mental illnesses they produced constantly influencing his thoughts and actions, threatening his position as Xing’s leader.

       She isn’t quite sure what to say, what he needs to hear and, as one that rarely speaks her own mind, Lan Fan nearly decides not to say anything at all. As she thinks, raven hood is lowered and decorative porcelain mask is removed, freeing her own features from their cage in hopes that it makes him more comfortable. So many years she’s spent at his side and oh, how their relationship has evolved. At one time, she merely would have settled a hand upon his shoulder, lips remaining shut, brown eyes encouraging, but now…

       Steel arm cloaked in the loose fabric of her sleeve winds around the former prince’s waist, squeezing firmly as her cheek presses against his bicep. Her voice is merely a quiet murmur, a comment meant only for him to hear, sincerity weaved into her tone.

                ❛ They would be PROUD of you, Ling–all of them. My grandfather, your Greed, your mother; I know that this family YOU created is indefinitely proud of your success. You’ve turned out to be a fine Emperor and a phenomenal human being. I believe that with the entirety of my heart. ❜

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@xiingese​

[ continued from here. ]

              —– confused, sitting up, a comfortable position to peer down at lan fan  &&  a hand placed gently upon her head— CARDING through the dark locks as she  muffled  her cry for help && whining behavior ( not that he minded ).

                         ❝  messed up? how so?  ❞

       The guard adjusts her position, arms encircling the Emperor’s waist, hugging him in an attempt at comforting herself. The fingers in her hair certainly help, but she’s uncertain of whether or not anything can make this terrible feeling disappear.

              ❛ If I woke you, I apologize for the disturbance. However...I think I really hurt small twin and it’s because of my own careless mistakes... ❜

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▒ ♚┆ @xiingese​

              ❛ I LEAVE for five minutes, & you’ve already eaten THIS much...? ❜

[avarixing]

And over here I’m laugh-crying because my dash is RIDICULOUS.