#[h]anzhu

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@misericordiis asked : reverse 「 HELP 」 for Hanzhu and Caleb! - SUBTLE NSFW (ACCEPTING)

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

The cool, soft scent of vapor that clings to him stirs the dead air, and she suddenly notices the light when it falls on the side of his face. The world jumpstarts to life - CLAMOROUS and sudden, the waiting over - lights and noise in the distance, the rhythmic underlying pitter-patter of rain, the city awake and demanding of acknowledgement - but It has always felt more than natural to LOOK at him. Even before she was told to, she thinks - inevitably perhaps, the world concises with him in it.

And - she likes when things are simple. It's easy, to focus her attention into a singularity, to be drawn into his gravitational pull and to close out the din that she had been scared of when she was younger - and not be alone either in the end, because he was there. He would be there. Tentatively, she reaches out, and her hands are gentle, touch light. Works silently, buttons and fabric and metal and pads of fingers ghosting over skin. New scars, old callouses, familiar rise and fall of inhale and exhale. Habitual, like this is how they've always been; unfamiliar, because she has never done this, a dance they are just now learning.

"...I think it'd be best to head for the bath, before you catch a cold." Voice is soft and quiet, weaving seamlessly into the air between them. And yet despite her suggestion, she turns her face up - still submerged in his shadow, her eyes clear when she looks into his for a moment too long - always a moment, just a moment.

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@misericordiis asked : 💍 Caleb for hanzhu but also like....she's already gonna get atticwifed? - send 💍 for my muses reaction to your muse proposing to them. (accepting!)

Her heart squeezes suddenly, pounding violently in her chest, and her eyes are wide as she stares openly at him. In the following moments Hanzhu can hardly hear anything for the way the blood in her ears soar like sudden rain coming down instantaneously on the rooftop, like all the air in the room has been extracted by the mere possibility. That they can do this. That she can hold on to him. She wants to live the life she could see them living in the mere seconds that have flashed by - and the depth of that WANT, perhaps something she has always felt and never known until now - overwhelms and obliterates her. And the part of her that has carried for years and years her first, simple wish - to just be close to him - expands without warning, grows IMPOSSIBLY into something larger, avaricious and ever-consuming.

So - she pauses. And she breathes.

...And when she exhales, her gaze calms, drops as she begins to speak again. "...But what if," Her voice is soft too, slow and quiet as she voices the suggestion, the smile that touches her lips subdued. Distance - what she's trying for, even if she can only manage a little, an incremental amount before she falls in headfirst and forgets reason altogether. For now, though, the only thing that gives her away is her white knuckles and trembling fingers, curled in her lap. "What if I wouldn't make a very good wife?"

She isn't really sure she knows what NORMAL looks like, has never experienced it, even from the beginning before they were thrown together - the old scars that have stretched and warped over time, the decades old callouses on her fingers were all proof. Maybe he doesn't know either - but he could. Maybe he SHOULD, after all he's been through. She has to be sure that he's realized it - that there was nothing, and no one, now - that dictates he must be tied to her FOREVER.

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@xinxiins asked :

❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜

[ for whomstever wants himb, from ān jīnyuè, who, in true form, is fckin around and still in character after a long day of filming, maybe at h.engd.ian or smth where he's Publicly Accessible(tm) sdfsdk ] - I FORGET WHICH MEME THIS IS <3

"...Does his lordship like milk tea TOO?" An almost KNOWING, amused smile as she watches him dance around her - she waves the beverage in a particular arc in front of his face. "Because I got you some post-shoot sugar. I've been TOLD that's pretty necessary." In her experience in the years of assisting on productions, the sugar made up for the long nights - and in fact, was only allowed after one of these rare flipped shoots. "...You know, the calamari stand extra? From the street scene? He runs a real calamari stand, and I think it's still open right now, if you want to get some real food before you crash."

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quietly sobs about my cute bb

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open to : anyonemuse : hanzhu

"This manor is the safest place you'll find in the capital TONIGHT." The courtyard is well lit, the hedges neat and the flowers seeming to glow faintly in the moonlight. Not even the surface of the manmade lotus pond toward the back has a single ripple, save when a dragonfly stops upon it. Silence, except for the cicadas, the rowdy surrounding streets a distant memory. It's as if the space has been taken out of time, out of place - an illusory feeling of safety, like the capital could burn down outside of its doors, and this realm will continue to exist apart from it. The young woman sitting at the low table set just outside of the main hall lifts her cup with dainty hands, sipping tea as if it is the most important thing in the world currently - "...If you keep your eyes closed and your ears closed, you're very likely to live much longer." Her voice maintains its hypnotically calm quality, slow and sincere, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay in and have a cup of tea with me?"

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@fracturedechoes asked : ❛     no  ,  it's  perfectly  possible  .  it's  just  bloody  difficult  .     ❜ (river.song @ hanzhu in hanzhu's one modern/futuristic verse) - I IMAGINE IT'S THE GOTHIC MEME???

"And YET - you're saying it like it's a regular Tuesday for you." A statement rather than a question, the conclusion to her observation that has been ONGOING. She has no right to call the other a strange woman, all things considered - but that's what she is. Hanzhu tilts her head as she studies the other a little closser, half sitting up on the window sill, leg dangling. Hums. "I take it you get locked into small rooms with questionable people OFTEN?"

She certainly doesn't. In and out, that's the job. Only, well, she did miscalculate a bit now and again.

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They NOTICED, she thinks, absently.

In the years that have passed, she has become the opposite of careless, but there's an obvious KNOWING - spelled out and exasperatingly undeniable. It's in the way she made it back in half the time that day, carefully scrubbed herself clean of the blood and smoke that wouldn't bother her on any other day, takes extra care to cover the metallic scent and conceal the cuts and bruises. The way she dresses purposely in the opposite way from when she goes on a job - more like the girls she has the time to watch, sometimes, in the plazas from her spot above, and different from the identities she wears like costumes.

She looks like - a PERSON, in these moments. A person with a life that is continuous, more than a role to play - a person with somewhere to go after she exits the stage, someone to go to, someone to be devoted to. And a person like that is harder - to control. It's because they've noticed, she guesses - that she sees him less - MUCH LESS, than they used to, than the days when they would be kept in the same room for long enough she began to wonder if they had been forgotten, if the world had ended in an instant outside, and they were the only ones left.

(But it's better this way, she thinks - this part can be her SECRET, tucked safe and sound away from him and from them.)

Hanzhu notices him first - she's watching, her gaze falling first upon his face and then scanning over the rest of him, the details committed to memory in that moment before she speaks. Then - she waves. "...Over here." The light refracts from warm brown eyes, soft and glistening. "...I got off early, so I came to see if I'd make it to pick you up."

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muse: hanzhu open to: anybody a sliiiightly shady business corp may want eyes on setting: modern/futuristic (see verses tab in bio page)

“…I haven’t DONE anything yet.” Reminder is soft and quiet and perhaps unordinarily friendly - the girl seeming as unassuming as her voice, tucked up comfortably in the chair with a mug of fragrant floral tea. At a glance, she looks like any other - a young woman with a desk job, perhaps, given the name tag, the smartly rolled up sleeves of crisp button up - but inspect closer, and there are minute tells. The scent of smoke that clings to her hair just beneath the scent of gardenias, the fading imprints that aren’t callouses but nevertheless mark her hands. The depths in serene dark eyes like the ocean at night, bottomless, still. Then again, perhaps it helps that she’s decided to be candid. “…And I won’t do anything tonight - so it would be unwise to remove me at the moment.” A smile, small and amiable, and she looks up from her book. “In fact - at least you know you’ll be safe from OTHERS while I’m here.”

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BODYGUARD/ASSASSIN (MODERN/SCIFI ACCESSIBLE TBH)

A child born to an underground assassin syndicate, she was plucked out of the underground by the queen of a corporate kingdom. Half adopted and half kept around by the excuse of acting as body guard for her son, Hanzhu was trusted with his care when she passed early from illness. Hanzhu’s uses extended beyond protection, however - as she grew up, she continued to be trained in her original trade, and as her charge grew up, he had to fight for the crumbling pieces of what his mother left him. Eventually, she became a bodyguard and personal assistant by day, and private assassin by night - sometimes lent out to contracts, but primarily assigned work by one person only, a tool to sweep clear the path ahead of previously immoveable obstacles.

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@tiantangs asked :

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[ from yànān, for whomstever wants himb ;~; ]

There is more than one instance of incongruence to her at the present moment - face pale, lip bloodless, her weight supported by the red wood of the doorframe, she somehow still manages calm smile as she drips blood onto the cobblestone of his steps. It's too far to make it back to the palace - and in the way she is, she won't make it unnoticed. Perhaps, if one looks even DEEPER, there's more than one instance of incongruence to her place at the capital as a whole.

She's frazzled, she'll admit, by the unexpected turn the evening has taken - hasn't made up a story for how she came to be wounded in such a way as to suggest an INTENSE fight - far closer than she'd like to admit - beforehand. She doesn't know what she's going to answer if he asks her WHAT HAPPENED. Even her blade - not yet wiped clean - is badly concealed at the moment if faced with proper scrutiny. But Hanzhu never liked the mess of losing blood, or the sense of weightlessness and cold that came with it. So instead of backing away, she meets his gaze with her own, clear and dustless. Her voice is soft and crisp when she voices the question."...I can trust in your discretion, can't I?"

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@dcstinyscdgc asked : does your oc have any quirks or habits? (Zanying, annnnnnnd spy baby) - ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS (ACCEPTING)

FOR ZANYING : ...Do you count singing way too much? She prances down the hall singing. She sings in the shower. She sings in the car. She sings in the stairwell. She sings in the elevator. As a ghost it undeniably freaks the fuck out of everyone. Ok, but, other habits: excellent hair care (there's a silk pillowcase and quite a few products involved), excellent nail care (in modern she keeps her nails Done (tm)), praying nightly before bed (I honestly don't know if as a whole she's religious but it's a habit she got from studying with her prev. master to pray for safety and a peaceful performance that carries on continuously now because theatre people are at least a lil stitious if not superstitious). She does the praying literally continuously even after her death habitually (though it doesn't make much sense for the ghost to be praying as if she's still human).

and I ASSUME spy baby means HANZHU : Vegetarian meals after a hit. The smell of blood for a prolonged period of time makes her feel somewhat nauseous. She likes tofu with garlic and dried seaweed and sesame on those days. Hand care! Many different scented washes, specific (and very soft) handkerchiefs, cream. As a result she doesn't have a single callous, from her day job or her night job. Night walks! She likes wandering the street late at night, very late, sometimes past the city curfew. Sometimes she brings blankets for the street urchins. Leaving the last few pages of a book or play unread, if she senses the book is going in a direction she doesn't like. She hasn't tried her hand at writing a play but she has certainly rewritten plenty of endings in her own mind.

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@ghostlypath asked : "You could be here with me or be there with them." (hanzhu) - THE LAST FIVE YEARS (ACCEPTING)

"Or, we could ALL go together, Wei Gongzi." Points out evenly, BARELY suppressing the quiet amusement seeping into the smile that curls at her lips in spite of herself. From the corner of her eye she can make out the tense silhouette of her young master, practically frozen into stone in his seat next to Jiang Guniang, as if he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. The increasingly frequent and panicked glances thrown her way grow more and more like distress signals. "...I'll be thankful if you take a little pity, for my sake. My young master looks like he's about to EXPLODE."

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Perhaps out of thankfulness, perhaps out of fear - perhaps because she is the closest thing he has left to GENUINE FAMILY - her dianxia has always been kind to her. A spacious mansion, her own servants, a private and luxurious getaway at an inconspicuous corner of the city in which she can spend the days in which she isn't required. Hanzhu doesn't exactly CHAFE under these kindnesses - but she feels STRANGE to be anywhere other than where she is. As such, she does not roam the streets often EITHER - and when she does, she doesn't aim to be particularly traceable, choosing routes that are better suited to cats or winged creatures.

Today, however - she's on OFFICIAL BUSINESS, showing their foreign friend around the city. "...Regrettably, I'm not personally familiar with most of the places of diversion in the capital. I frequent only teahouses, for their talented storytellers." Hands clasped serenely in front of her, stepping lightly into the street at dusk, "But there's a list of establishments that are popular to frequent, I believe. I am happy to accompany you anywhere you should like to go."

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"...You are PRESENTLY to come to no harm at my hands, if you would prefer the more specific version." Chooses to speak plainly, then. "I've no instructions regarding what to do with you." In fact, it is precisely because His Highness had not specified where Tantai Jin is to go during the plans undoubtedly implemented in the palace that she has brought him HERE, to her own retreat. Though most days she spent at the imperial court, the manor His Highness's deceased mother bequeathed to her remains an untouchable sanctuary away from the political center of the capital.

She has seen all kinds of people over the years, completing her duties. She has seen Tantai Jin, too - an easily forgotten participant, in this play that has yet to finish. Hanzhu thinks, of them all, she does not mind the type that is like Tantai Jin.

"If you would like to go, you are perfectly within your rights to do so." Tea set aside, she reaches for the snacks she had run from the teahouse earlier that afternoon, before things were set in motion. "But I'd have thought you'd want to be AWAY from the epicenter a while longer."

Tantai Jin looked to her with dark, seemingly bottomless eyes. He had ended up there after being brought into the manor unconscious earlier in the evening. She should know it was easy to tell the truth than lie when it came to this; nowhere was safe for him. Not in a world like the one they lived in, where the Sheng's royalty were constantly breathing down his neck. Hoping to get rid of him.

He turned away, his hand hovering near the doorframe - the threat of safety instead of violence never ended up in anything but violence itself.

"I'm never safe."