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‘ i don’t understand how giving my son a knife to fight the monsters under the bed is bad parenting. ’ / open.
he had a modest place of living towards the top of the lower mistrali echelons, just above the underground where he touched upon his most frequent places shops. it felt like the old huntsman was settling into a routine he didn’t ask for, nor wanted to, but had succumbed to nonetheless. after years of searching for what he’d lost, maybe it was time to accept that he might not have lost anything to begin with. really, what was there to base the assumption off ? hope ? well, at the very least his profession as a huntsman kept him busy from an otherwise impending boredom. from the moment he’d woken, he had known deep in his bones that fighting was something he was good at.
unfortunately, li’s clothes tended to disagree. signature lightweight cloak adorned robes had been torn, and it had been a very long time since the hood’s seams had been remade. quite honestly, it was embarrassing to bring the item into the clothing job in such a state of disrepair, but by this time li held sentimental attachment to anything he’d had upon waking. the cloak had seen him through very rough years and he’d like to save it if he could. his normal tailor however, was now under renovation, and he’d been prompted to visit one in the higher levels. the huntsman was prompt about approaching the nearest seamstress, eyes downcast until he’d fished the tattered piece of clothing out of his satchel, and prompt when speaking up until the moment he glanced to her face.
‘ do you think you can save ... ’ li inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as he stared at the woman in front of him. his head hurt, as well as his heart. but for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. they were normal phenomena, the plights of being an ageing huntman, but something felt ... not quite off. words were hard to come by when the breath had been stolen from your lungs. ‘ my ... ’ he stopped a moment, eyes looking down once more, away from her face.
‘ is it repairable ? ’
@boundariestcbreak‘s an. / plotted starter.
Mulan (1998) dir. Tony Bancroft & Barry Cook
moss: i think ren’s in a good mood today! me, dragging li out: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
@lotusesque.
What had started out as a reasonably average day took a sudden turn for Ren. He’d been talking to a lone vendor about buying some fresh fruit, before he packed up his things and turned to leave. His mind was running through his thoughts too fast to comprehend any of them, and he wanted to get back to his friends as soon as he could. Carefully making his way through the crowded street, he barely even heard the voice of the man who spoke up to him. It wasn’t until the stranger’s hand was reaching out towards him that he realized something was going on. In that moment, his breath caught in his throat.
When he turned to face the other man, the first thing he noticed were his eyes. Wide and desperate, the eyes of the man in front of him brought about a feeling of intense dread. Silence spanned between the two, opposing the bustling market around them, and Ren swallowed thickly.
A beat later, his heart began to thunder in his chest. The thudding filled his senses and without warning, his eyes began to water. One tear slipped down his left cheek before he could stop it. His hands, clenched at his sides, were unable to move to wipe the stray rivulet from his face. Closing his eyes tightly, Ren fought to calm himself. One. Two. Three. He’s gone. This isn’t real. Three. Two. One. Opening his eyes once more, he blinked as his pupils focused on the sight in front of him once more. Despite what he’d told himself, the spitting image of his father stood before him yet. Ren’s mind raced with images of the last time he’d seen Li.
Another moment passed before Ren let out a choked whisper. “Father?”
the expression on his face felt sharper than any blade passed over his skin. it made something hot and burning in his chest rekindle into a fire, and gods, most of all it hurt. it hurt like ... like the pain he’d felt upon that first waking, in that infirmary missing far more than whole ribs, and all his limbs. it ached in a way it had for over ten years, somehow condensed into the expression of a complete stranger, and li had absolutely no way to explain exactly why this young man’s expression could trigger a wave of compact guilt like he did. visions, flashbacks, and emotions came to him in fleeting intervals, barely a second, but it was enough to make him stagger on the spot, and reach back as if he’d been stung by the frigid touch of dry ice.
i had to have misheard ! there was no way ...
li was assaulted with an image that hung in a quaint home. it was the standard of the town, but they could live better, they could live farther away, in a safer city once oniyuri was built. but until then, this home would be enough, and whenever he would walk into the doors, the sweet scent of the jasmine bushes would waft in from the window, he would hear the tinkling laugh of wind chime laughter and know he was home. why did looking into the depths of his gaze ache beyond measure ? more than a limb, or a lifetime of memories lost ? li swallowed nervously, blinking thrice down at him before eyes turned back to the knife. how did he know what it would feel like to twirl the weapon in his hands ? why ... oh gods, he had no idea how to deal with tears.
‘ ... i’m ... i’m sorry, i didn’t catch what you said. ’
Legend of Deification/ Jiang Ziya posters (Part 3).
when li was still a huntsman of kuroyuri he fed a pregnant mother wolf some meat on the way back from a mission, and she followed him home. though he hadn’t intended to, she remained with an and ren and gave birth to a litter of three pups. though those dogs either didn’t survive or ran away after the the fall of kuroyuri, one of them managed to find li after he’d lost his memory, and remained with him from then on out. she’s mostly white, with some grey patches, and blue eyes. her name is mò ( jasmine ) after a lullaby that he could instinctively remember despite not knowing where from, unable to recall that this was a lullaby often sung to ren.
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@volarent ‘ s blair » blair had never been one to linger for more than a few hours after trysts, didn’t believe this would ever be more than a one time thing. the after is his favourite part, dazed and warm amongst the softness of plush sheets and tails. a rumble of a purr left him on each exhale as he fought a losing battle against sleep. how foreign, to feel this safe. maybe it was just one of blanc’s many illusions. a charm.
how familiar , how strange ; allowing anyone to see the cunning fox in such a vulnerable state &. without the use of her semblance. blanc greets most with a pretty smile , baby - doll eyes &. lashes fluttered about in faux security before luring them in &. taking everything they ‘ re worth without a shred of remorse. it ‘ s in her nature after all , isn ‘ t it ? the cunning trickster , sly fox that most would be fools to trust so easily all due to a charming face. so does this make blair a fool as well ? should she mock him for falling so quickly &. hard like all those before him ? to be truthful , she doesn ‘ t think she could even if she really wanted to. the desire for companionship was never something she desired growing up within the dreaded confines of salem ‘ s fortress ; taught never to trust anyone without a second thought unless she wanted to bring them suffering in an instant. why would blanc ever let anyone in when the last was one she lured to his demise as well ? it ‘ s a vicious cycle , never - ending unless she decides so herself. nine - tailed wonders what makes blair so special to begin with , coy thought of self stupidity. she knows why. all too well in fact : he ‘ s just like her. recruited due to an accursed ability they possess , their backgrounds , how easy it was for salem to use them to further progress her destructive plans. something sparked just there alone , even if neither of them choose to acknowledge it.
the blanket of this inn ‘ s bed is luxuriously soft &. warm , though pales in comparison to chiffon plush of woman fox ‘ s tails. she ‘ s using them to pull felid closer , an all too affectionate flick of his nose with one before pushing back bangs of messy ebon away from expressionism with another. all done in silence. she wouldn ‘ t want to ruin this moment for him , would she ? not when he ‘ s the most comfortable she ‘ s ever seen him. or that she can remember. even with those scars over his eye , blair is still the same black cat from all those years ago , only this time given well deserved freedom. slowly does a hand come to trace o ‘ er cheek , into hair where blanc gently scratches &. massages temple as if to bring more of that purr to surface. it ‘ s cute. both should have left hours ago , but this is … a nice change of pace to say the least. blanc pulls him even closer still so a leg may prop up on bare hip , arms curling around his back in a protective fashion &. head finally sinks back into the pillow. ❝ sleep. ❞ she whispers. ❝ i ‘ ll be here when you wake up. ❞
ok, yeah, cannot handle him being here anymore, jaune’s getting his own blog back.
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