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There's a moment where Li Fei deflates at the prospect of having to stay for an extended period away from home, especially in a place she so loathes for its reputation of fostering snake after snake, but the smile Jin Guangyao offers her offers her a comfort that she had been missing terribly so. She can't be sure it's an entirely genuine smile, but nonetheless, she takes what is given to her even under solely proprietary instances. Li Fei finds that she can stomach Lanling for the night. (She presses that smile close to her heart and doesn't dare ask if it's put-on.)

"I understand. I do not wish to end up washed away or drowned while trying to get home," she replies. She can feel lightning, the thick ozone and atmospheric tension as the hairs on her arms stand on end.

It'd been a bit of maze to get the quarters she presumes Jin Guangyao had prepared for her. She'd noticed how far away they were compared to... well, compared to what she assumed would be the usual place for guests, but Li Fei knows she will relish in the privacy away from the hum and goings on.

"A-Yao," she says quietly when they arrive to her rooms. She doesn't want others to overhear the affectionate moniker. "Do you have a moment to spare to have tea with me? It's been quite a long time." It has been seasons, really, but Li Fei finds that that is neither here nor there.

@meihuasmight asked : ☁ - send me ‘☁’ to be locked inside with my muse on a rainy day (ACCEPTING)

"...While it's certainly DOABLE, I don't recommend returning to Q.inghe in the storm." As usual, the moment it became INCONVENIENT, his father is nowhere to be seen, likely already on his way to his less savory pursuits. M.adame J.in, on the other hand, had given him particular looks before she left - which is to say, the arrangements are left entirely to him, and if there are unsatisfactory, he ALONE will have consequences later.

He knows the Q.inghe delegation has never been particularly comfortable in L.anling - N.ie M.ingjue having a vocal distaste for all things FALSE and therefore no love or tolerance for the gilded halls with their rotting secrets. "Your rooms have been prepared." Far away from the central sect dwellings that they might be able to avoid characters they wish to. A smile sits on his face.

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to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

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Send ♥ for your muse to get a kiss from mine!

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(( Boy howdy do I hate having IH... I slept literally 12 hours last night, woke up super late, and took it easy today only to already be flagging and about to fall asleep ;-; I feel like my Sunday just sped by while I felt too ill to do much of anything I had planned... (◞‸◟ㆀ)

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* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

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date idea i take a nap in your arms

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Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

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Quote from Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult.

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oc x canon ships are honest to god fucking fun and if you downplay them ur missing out 

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how did you die?

another’s hand

but you loved them. you loved them youloved them youlovedthem

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Fateful Love EP02

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Li Fei snorts. "Well boo, that's no fun then! How about you pick one and I'll pick the other, and then we can hug them, hm? Just forget about the game entirely for that."

She grins, wondering who she'd attempt to hug. She hopes that Kexin shows a little mercy and lets her hug the younger of the brothers. Given her position, and her unrelenting crush on Nie Mingjue, she feels it'd probably be less... awkward and certainly more polite. She hopes. Sect status and chain of respect are sometimes a little out of reach for Li Fei's self-taught sensibilities, and she's not ashamed to say that she's relied on Nie Kexin to steer her in the right direction. Admittedly, her closeness with Nie Huaisang is probably more unusual than more traditional folks of the cultivation world would like, but Li Fei is nothing if not the slightest bit ahead of her time and prepared to buck the system. Gently.

"Also, your turn to ask me!"

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Kexin shakes her head, an amused smile flitting across her features. "Fei-Fei, it's called truth or dare. Not truth and dare. Since I answered the truth part, I don't do the dare," she chuckles. "Not that it's much of a dare. I hug them all the time anyways," she states, but then frowns ever so slightly. "Well, A-Sang at least. Dà-gē, not so much now. Since he's sect leader, there's formalities and all," she continues. But when they were kids, during the short time before Senior Nie died and Mingjue had to step up as sect leader, she was indeed quite clingy to both of them, A-Sang more so, however. "Though so long as he's not in a meeting or in a foul mood, it's usually fine if I hug him," she shrugs.

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"Qinghe," Li Fei croons, whisper puffing a cloud of vapor from her chapped lips carrying a wistful adoration with it. "I'm there?" She looks around again, trembling hands clumsily coming up to clutch Kexin's robe close. The fabric is thick and warm in her frantic grasp.

She struggles there, still, in the dark and cold with her shijie trying to pull her back from the whirlpool of panic and fear. She struggles and fights. Li Fei sees walls of a brothel, a decrepit Wen training ground, a caved-in literal hole in the wall barely passing for shelter from a winter storm with only a flimsy piece of throwaway fabric for privacy and protection.

She sees the dead: those that she's killed and those simply encountered in a bout of terribly serendipity; she sees endless glassy eyes staring at her, void of human emotion but still heavy with judgment in that way only the dead can manage.

Li Fei blinks heavily. Her fingers dig into the robe, paling with the effort. "Qinghe..." She breathes the name like a prayer, and after a long moment she says, "I want to go inside, please."

Her mind is distracted still, fluttering between the here and there and then and now and future and past and present all at once, but her gaze settles on her shijie. She has no idea if she looks frantic or cool and composed. Bags hang under her eyes, and the shadows from the imposing combination of glimmering moonlight and architecture cast shadowed patterns on her face, giving her a truly haunted appearance.

It's not far from the truth that she's haunted after all.

These are the things she knows:

Her shijie is the best.

Her sect leader is the best.

She loves Qinghe with all her heart.

She loves her shijie and her sect leader with all her heart.

She will try so hard for all of them, even if it means tearing herself apart in the process.

"I feel... your hair," Li Fei says, voice like thin paper. He eyes are still searching into the middle distance, looking into that somewhere else that she struggles to pull away from. That land of what-ifs and worst-case-scenarios will never cease to haunt her, reaching, like creeping tendrils, a shadowy weed that neither poison nor flame can kill.

"I smell the night air. The cold." She realizes she's in her nightclothes and shivers.

"I see," she pauses, trying to get back into focus. "I see you." She glances around quickly, taking in her surroundings and churning them over in her mind. "Walls. The stars."

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once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

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rippling sunset

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

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What kind of love are you?

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Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

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You will never ever annoy me if you

allblackobsessed:

Send me random anons.

Reply to my posts.

Send me an ask.

Reblog me.

Talk to me.

Say hello.

Give me random love.

“Bother” me.

So please stop thinking otherwise.

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listening.