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@yanbawang
❛ YOU KNOW : i've overheard the men calling me PRETTY BOY on a few occasions . ❜ she - hare ! kicking about in display of joviality ! a touch of innocence to words / a touch of too sweet . saccharine . WARNING ! curl to rosebud mouth : a certain smile only women can produce , a way of saying ' I CAN TURN YOU INSIDE OUT ' without a single sound departing over slick of tongue . ( a threat as a man / a different threat as a woman . ) ❛ have you ever been called pretty ? ❜
❝ yang jian greets your majesty. ❞ a deliberately slow bow, bao quan salute. the god’s eyes, however, are fastidiously trained upon their host. a son of heaven with a crown of blood. a phoenix with wings outstretched. many omens could be tagged to his majesty’s birth. though none of them would rival the transformations of the third-eyed god.
he soaks in every detail of the familiar throne room. royal familes came and went. some cruel despots and some magnanimous saints. whichever that this man, hongyan lian, could be was still yet to be seen.
❝ we were not expecting to be summoned before qixi. but for a son of heaven, we would make an obvious exception... and have respectively come from our refuge in jiangxi. may we ask, how might we serve your majesty? and might we agree to both speak candidly? ❞ // @yanbawang
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Though their statuses had drastically changed, Báiyīng’s view of Hóngyán had remained largely the same. Perhaps the cause of that was growing up watching him and her brothers fighting together, knowing he had their respect and complete trust so she couldn’t help but extend that to him as well. Things were different now... no longer would her cousin bow before her as the legitimate first princess of the Huáng Empire, but now she lowered herself to him as the first born son of Emperor Hóngdé.
At times she had trouble accepting it, wanting to feel close to him as she did as a child, being able to approach him like a brother but that was far more difficult now. She wasn’t a child and he was the next in line to inherit the throne, the strongest and most respected man their Empire had to offer. Now she honored him most as a lesser general beneath him, prepared to take orders for Huáng’s glory.
“Lord Hóngyán, I’ve returned from the Northern Plains for the time being,”
A simple greeting accompanied by a bow of respect, knee to the ground, hands clasped in front and eyes turned down briefly. If not for the presence of his household at his side, she might not have gone to such lengths but in their presence she wouldn’t withhold any honorifics. Perhaps they’d get a moment to themselves where they could speak freely...
@yanbawang
HER NECK LIFTS TO reveal a jagged scar —— all glass & razorblades over dozens of reincarnations. in this one, her ribs spread bare while her chest spills blood onto a slain hunter. its flesh still sizzles from the flames of her blade, the garb burnt to soot. maria hardly found the opportunity to kick the corpse over before hearing another pair of feet scumble into her tower. dead women fear little.
❛ must you pry where unwanted ? ❜
❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜
❮ ✦ accepting ┊ ❛ SHITTY HOROSCOPES ! ! ❜ ┊ @yanbawang ❯
SHE IS ENERGY BARELY CONTAINED . a sense of vibration there beneath flesh && bone . ( I AM HERE / I AM ALIVE / I AM A FORCE ) even still , even completely immobile , she is a weapon finely honed . a blade in steel && hand : forged of little more than determination / tempered by fire willingly leapt into . NO VICTIM : came out stronger than before . unbroken . indestructible !
HUA MULAN HAS ALWAYS DEALT IN EXTREMES . never in anything half made . too loud / too bold / too determined . too unwilling to let life pass on by without grabbing on with both hands && shaping her own destiny . NO PASSIVE PARTICIPANT . for every inch she is sweet : she is poison . two sides / two wholes . never more than the other , changing with the situation both her && nothing else .
SHE SITS THERE , IN HER TENT . the light from the brazer casting soft shadows turning things hazy && warm . her armor is gone , placed with care on it's stand && her hair is unbound : trailing behind her like a sweet scented breeze . it is well known within any camp she has been in once standing started to grow that this is her space . THIS IS OFF LIMITS . there is only a few who dare to enter && she likes it this way . ( IT IS SAFER THIS WAY ) he is one of the small number && she tells herself : it is friendship forged that does not have her chasing him away . she knows : there is no space within any camp that can be denied his entry .
SHE IS IN MOTION . moving this way : moving that . it is only that she is here && not on the battlefield , not where eyes can pick apart every thing she does . time in the army has done wonders : picked up tics && practices from the men surrounding but , still , there is INHERENT SOFTNESS to the female form ever visible when the armor comes off && not even reputation can hide it .
THE ONLY THING THAT PULLS HER AWAY : HIS VOICE . pulls her from her thoughts , pulls her finger from papers tacked up to temporary walls , covered in writing placed by own hand . contemplates chasing him away just to see what he would do . ( would he listen ? would he offer a sneer && ignore her demand ? ) instead , hua mulan says a line she thinks is only allowed by bond forged . ❛ DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO . ❜
how's the weather down there , shortie??
❮ ✦ aways accepting ┊ ❛ GENERAL ! ! ❜ ┊ @yanbawang ❯
IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE LAWS OF THIS LAND : i would CUT YOU without hesitation
