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[riwrite]

from @flwrcrownd. "unfortunately ," closed eye smile as you hold up a finger , " you only have one last eye roll left for the day. " (I'm so sorry)

of course, cue a dramatic eye roll, just to be defiant.

   ( you've used up your last one, mu qing ! )

" and what happens if i don't play along ? this is ridiculous. "

[flwrseeker]

" This one is confident in his majesty's abilities , " swing of sword as it arches through the air , a practice you have honed for years before he took you . " though it may not be enough to win . "

amusement flickers like sparks beneath the surface / stormclouds and lightning curve. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS IS NOT UNAWARE OF THE RUMORS . . . e - ming has garnered his fair share of infamy, though then again━ so has the god - favored prince. there is an edge where softness once lay, anticipation in taking rise to his challenge. the country of xianle is renowned for their grace at the hilt of a sword. you do wonder if cunning is practiced as well , @flwrcrownd

❝ against you ? lian, you flatter me━ honoring me as a prospective opponent. ❞ for a moment, you debate. wonder what he hopes to find in the biting edge of your blade, wonder what he intends to prove. ( there is not a single task in the world he would need to do to prove himself . ) then again , who are you to deny him a challenge ?

a peaceful smile finds it way to your lips as you abandon the scimitar on your hip━━ one of the duller royal blades would do just as well . ❝ don't you hold back on me . ❞

[flwrseeker]

so long have you anticipated clenched fists and spat words, abyssal loathing in place of empathy. his voice is smooth and delicate , like a butterfly, you think. soft hands and tender hymn. something akin to sunlight glow unfurls in your chest, sweltering and welcome upon the dawn.

now you understand what they mean in stories when they say heroes are brave and strong and kind all at the same time. step slowly into the room, gaze softening as light pours upon his majesty's face. these hands were not crafted for art, for anything really, and still you yearn to replicate the SOFTNESS in his eyes. his royal highness is mesmerizing, as worthy of exaltation as the statues among temples. ❝ would it bother your highness ? ❞ yet, before he answers, space diminishes. this lowly one settles on the ground by his side, peering up with a twinkling of hope. ❝ don't worry━ this one has finished his work for the day. ❞

soft  grin  on  lips  ,  you  know  he  has  been  following  you  .  step  for  step  and  breath  for  breath  .  even  when  you  read  ,  even  when  you  train  ;  his  presence  is  a  soft  thing  in  the  background  of  your  tasks  ,  bird  wings  fluttering  against  the  sky  .  THE  BOOK  HANGS  OPEN  IN  YOUR  LAP  .  ❛  you  did  not  intrude  ,  ❜  gentle  gaze  as  you  watch  the  way  his  hand  does  not  leave  the  handle  ,  

it  is  difficult  to  navigate  a  world  where  people  see  you  as  greater  than  them  .  as  though  crown  gives  you  bearing  over  their  lives  ,  hands  built  for  worship  yet  you  only  wish  to  help  .  perhaps  humility  would  allow  him  to  fee  more  at  ease  .  ❛  do  you  wish  to  stay  ?  this  one  would  be  happy  to  share  the  room  !  ❜  place  hands  together  in  the  semblance  of  a  bow  ━━  as  smooth  as  you  can  manage  while  seated  .  

[deiscension]

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

𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝.

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

tagged by: stole it from @melodicbreeze

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[riwrite]

from @flwrcrownd. ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ( I hope it's Okai to send things !! I was gonna send something more angsty then I chickened out lololol ,, for mu qing )

mu qing shuts his mouth, xie lian's weary tone taking him off - guard. he's still not used to... this new xie lian. the one thrice - ascended, the one with an inexplicable weight behind his smiles, the one whose favored weapon is nothing but a band of silk that's still one of the most powerful devices mu qing has ever seen ( he'd gotten to observe its strange sentience during those long hours spent mending it, his finest silk thread upon his needle. his suspicions had been confirmed then — it isn't simply a strong spiritual tool, but one forged in blood ).

he may not know most of what transpired for xianle's former crown prince over the last eight - hundred years ( though the little he has heard is... concerning. thrilling, yes, but concerning ), but it's clear it was more than enough to wholly transform the man he once knew. yet, there remain threads of familiarity woven through, and mu qing still doesn't know how to reconcile the image of a naïve young royal with the humility he's seen this time around. he's been making an effort to lower his defenses since their agreement to be friends now that they stand on level ground, all the inequality between them lying firmly in their centuries - gone past, but it's hard. it's reflex, the way he assumes no one takes him in good faith, and xie lian is no exception to this.

but he pauses, turning xie lian's previous statement over in his mind, dissecting it for alternate meaning, and realizes, oh, i understood that completely wrong. an embarrassed flush rises to his pale face upon realizing he'd overreacted.

   " f - fine, " he relents, the closest he can manage to admitting no, i didn't. he looks away from his... friend, he reminds himself, arms crossing over his chest. " never mind. "

[flwrseeker]

they say the new escort is radiant, a sure testament to the entertainment in yong ' an ; far exceeding xianle, they say, whose ornate goods and beautiful women are inferior. so they say, as if such trivial things matter. and yet . . . while their petty competition does not catch your interest, reports of an intruder quite do. HIS HIGHNESS WHO PLEASES THE GODS━━ what a title to bear. talk comes and goes like waves, ever - changing in the tides, but talk of this one has never quite faded.

you spot him quickly, easier than anticipated. ( not very stealthy, is he ? ) attention seems to find him in groups of young men, every wandering eye to turn for his grace. [ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʜᴜᴀ ᴄʜᴇɴɢ'ꜱ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ, ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴜꜱᴛ , ] and the room opens to your footsteps , helping hands with fruits and teas to follow. your eyes do not leave him as you take a seat, do not stray from the amber of his eyes , @flwrcrownd

& will his highness who pleases the gods . . . please the ghosts along with them ? ━━━━ and it is an attendant with a gentle smile and dimples who approaches His Highness, gathering the serving plate from his hand. a flicker of surprise burns in doe eyes, expression speaking more of relief than jealousy ( the same cannot be said about the other gazes in the room ). ❝ ah, gege ! master hua cheng has asked for you . ❞

[flwrseeker]

-sparkle eyes- san lang !

✨✨ !! G O G O ! ✨✨

[riwrite]

of course this isn't easy. when has anything ever been easy for mu qing ? he looks at xie lian, expression pinched, and his insides twist horribly. those eyes are so earnest — in that way they've always been, in that way that makes mu qing feel a little sick. because no one can be that genuine. except that xie lian can, and xie lian is. he can be sly, mu qing knows, and he can omit truths if he feels he must, but when he asks how to help his friend he means it. and just that alone makes mu qing feel like falling to pieces.

even now, he's still shaken by learning that what he'd perceived as a servant's audacious, selfish desire to be friends with his prince had been reciprocated by none other than the prince himself. that he'd considered him a friend all along, crossing the boundaries apparently only mu qing had seen. he's always been well - aware of the thin wire upon which he walks. one wrong move and it's all over — even his tens of thousands of worshipers could abandon him. ( not easily, he's not insecure in his role as a deity and knows how much he means to the people he's helped and they mean as much to him. but he's seen it happen. he was there when it happened to xie lian. ) false accusations, suspicion for his actions and character... rampant in his mortal life, he never succeeded in escaping them in the heavens.

his frustration and fragility translate to a sharp glare at the one giving him grace for his outburst, and he knows that's unfair but can't help it. if one dresses themself in thorns, then those who grab them will be hurt before they can be the one to do damage. it's instinct, it's how he's survived being a heavenly official for so long. but his pride has always refused to allow him openness, and now that he's trying he may as well be spearing himself upon his own blade and spilling divine blood onto the pristine white of xie lian's tattered, old robes and staining him with his crude efforts.

   " i don't — " he starts, choking on attempted vulnerability. i don't know, why are you asking, don't you always know how to do the right thing anyway ?

the last time you saw me before you re - ascended you threw my help right back in my face.

can we even do this ? are we capable of friendship ? are we not too storied and broken for this ?

there are countless things he could say, each more pathetic than the last. but nothing more so than the truth.

   " i don't know, " it comes out forced from the restraint he exerts to keep himself from snapping, from shutting the conversation down so he doesn't have to do this. " i want — i want it to work out this time. th - this. the... friendship. "

then, in a voice far too small for one of the most revered gods in the heavens and far too angry for someone trying to heal old and festered wounds, " but i've never done it before. "

𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 [ ᵐᵘ ۹ⁱⁿᵍ ]  : 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢.

there  are  oceans  between  you  .  memories  which  ache  like  nerve  endings  in  order  to  soften  the  blow  .  THEY  ARE  VAGUE  .  unhurried  in  the  way  they  form  before  you  ,  like  a  dream  you  cannot  grasp  ,  a  scar  which  does  not  recall  the  blade  .  were  you  the  one  to  wield  it  ?  the  silence  lays  heavy  between  you  .  shadows  in  the  shrine  coalescing  into  stars  you  cannot  bring  yourself  to  name  .  you  only  wish  to  bridge  the  gap  .  instead  it  weighs  on  your  chest  like  the  rocks  you  used  to  break  ,  a  kingdom  you  wished  to  destroy  ━━  perhaps  it  is  s h a m e  that  settles  so  resolutely  within  your  bones  .  

whether  to  brush  aside  the  statement  or  lean  into  the  vulnerability  .  here  ,  there  is  only  you  and  him  .  a  chasm  of  words  with  barbed  edges  set  to  break  skin  ,  you  are  proud  of  the  god  he  became  ,  OF  THE  TEMPLES  BUILT  IN  HIS  NAME  .  though  you  wonder  if  saying  such  a  thing  would  wound  instead  of  heal  ,  stitch  up  or  break  down  ━━━━━━  you  sigh  .

and  there  is  a  pause  after  he  speaks  ,  fickle  edge  of  candle  clocks  as  seconds  slip  into  minutes  and  you  untie  the  rope  of  your  hat  .  set  it  down  on  the  table  ,  and  smile  through  the  rolling  of  your  stomach  .  ❛  i  wouldn’t  know  ,  i  suppose  [ . . . ]  ❜  you  no  longer  speak  his  language  ,    no  longer  are  expert  in  his  mannerisms  ;  instead  you  are  strangers  ,  ECHO  OF  TIME  LONG  PAST  .   @riwrite

and  instead  of  four  ghosts  terrorising  a  village  ,  instead  of  an  assignment  he  volunteered  to  take  ,  you  mean  the  years  which  followed  the  fall  of  everything  you  held  dear  .  you  mean  the  mornings  spent  hungry  and  cold  ,  scrounging  for  scraps  on  street  corners  until  love  became  the  thing  resentment  replaced  .  lick  of  lips  ,  YOU  HESITATE  ,  play  with  the  threads  of  ruoye  until  its  squeeze  begins  to  ground  the  thing  in  your  chest  ,  ❛  . . .  how  can  i  make  this  easier  for  you  ,  mu  qing  ?  ❜

[flwrseeker]

tag drop . ◕‿↼

◜♡ 𝒅𝒚𝒏 . › his mouth is heaven / kisses falling over me like stars. ❪ flwrcrownd ❫

◜⋆  —  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   ›     crimson rain sought flower .

◜⋆  —  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘   ›     i would know him in death / at the end of the world .

◜⋆  —  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   ›     flowers grow back after they are trampled / so will i .

◜⋆  —   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒   ›    smear the innocence of my lips .

◜✧  —   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎   ›    chef’s kiss .

♡  —  𝐎𝐎𝐂   ›   jules break .

[flwrseeker]

kiss kiss for the love of my life @flwrcrownd

[flwrseeker]

independent 𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆 of 𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙞 𝙛𝙪. private & highly selective. i rarely follow first due to my own building comfort with this muse. not spoiler free. ( minors / personals do not interact ). adult themes will be present. 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 ( they / she ) / 25 / pst . [ ᶦ ʷᶦˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ . ]

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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 :

₀₁ . do not follow if you condone racism, any kind of 'phobia,' or write anything gross. same goes with proshipping stuff. i will hard block regarding these things .

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₀₃ . relationships ━ i am single - ship and exclusive with flwrcrownd's xie lian. that being said, i love working out relationships for all my muses and am open to building dynamics anywhere from acquaintances to found family to enemies .

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[flwrseeker]

good with his hands, he says, as if that alone is not enough to rise flush to the highs of your cheeks. THE CRIMSON RAIN FLOWER SEEKER is good with his hands━ civilians for miles could speak of it, the bloodthirst with which the deadly scimitar bites, dozens of spirits clawing and spitting at the elegant hands which wield it .

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗. nothing much to be proud of . . . and yet he says it with a delicacy matched to flower petal. IGNORE THE WAY FONDNESS STRETCHES OVER LIMBS / enveloped in a deep, unfamiliar kind of shaking.

blink and wonder if you have already agreed, already set his mind at ease with your compliance. ( do not get swept into the honeysuckle of his eyes, nor the peach tint 'pon his complexion . ) YOU NOD , gesture simply to the vanity seat and offer a smile you hope does not too easily give you away .

❝ it would honor me, your highness . . . ❞ perhaps then you will touch him feathersoft━ pray not to sully the satin of his hair with death - stained hands. what you mean to say is , ASK AND IT WILL BE DONE. command me and i will see even the most daunting task through. it's only once the crowned prince sits that you ━ ( will he wilt? flinch? ) slip fingers through long, silken obsidian strands. gaze set upon his majesty with apprehension ,

❝ ━━━━ would you like me to relieve you of the jewels ? ❞ they look heavy .

something  skips  in  chest  cavity  .  the  way  war  wounds  settle  after  aching  ,  break  after  wrapping  ;  there  are  bruises  along  your  lungs  and  flowers  in  your  heart  ━━  they  choke  you  with  the  force  of  their  growing  .  petals  taking  up  space  between  your  lips  that  you  want  to  replace  with  his  own  .  A  PLEASING  BLOOMING  .  like  heat  which  radiates  in  the  stomach  ,  spreads  out  across  hipbones  and  continues  down  until  breath  is  difficult  to  acquire  .  the  shame  drips  away  like  butterflies  along  cloud  lining  leaving  silver  in  their  wake  ,  you  hang  off  of  every  word  .  pick  it  apart  between  your  teeth  like  fruit  which  drips  juice  along  your  chin 

INHALE  .  

you  meet  his  eyes  ,  feel  your  ears  burn  at  his  attention.  part  of  lips  ,  ❛  then ,  ❜  you  swallow  ,  take  a  step  towards  him  ,  murmur  softly  ,  ❛  would  .  .  .  hua  cheng  help  this  one  with  his  hair  ?  ❜  INTRICATE  JEWELS  INTERLACED  WITH  EACH  BRAID  ,  you  lower  gaze  ,  despondent  smile  on  your  lips  ,  ❛  it is  difficult  to  reach  .  .  .  ❜ extend hand  to  brush  the  side  of  his  fingers  ,  feather  light  and  gentle  .  almost  imperceivable  but  you  ━━   @flwrseeker

❛  i  ━━  ❜  burning  spreading  across  cheeks  ,  you  wonder  if  he  thinks  you  immature  ,  bubbling  in  naivety  ,  you  whisper  ,  ❛  i  imagine  my  lord  hua  cheng  is  good  with  his  hands  .  ❜

[flwrseeker]

the palace holds a silence unrivaled . . . worlds away from the violence upon street corners, the battle against grit and mud if only to eat. here there is peace. moreso━ in the most beautiful person the world has given breath to. you follow the prince like a butterfly / pinned in an awe unrivaled. never once have you seen someone so divine, and of this you are certain. he has not noticed how you trail behind him in the journey of your daily chores, ( so often finished before noon ), nor the way you hover when he stills. peace.

𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 .

it isn't until his words reach the library door that you FREEZE, panic seeping all too easily into body core, humiliation flowering over round cheeks. is it too late to run ? you swallow. crack door open to the light and pray he does not see , ❝ ━ no, your highness. ❞ BOW , ( hand still hooked on door handle. ) ❝ forgive me, your highness. i . . . i didn't mean to intrude . ❞

the  quiet  of  the  library  settles  into  your  soul  ,  book  in  hand  as  the  absence  soothes  you  .  PEACE  IN  PLACE  OF  ACHING  ━━  and  you  would  not  relinquish  it’s  weight  for  anything  ,  would  not  abandon  your  people  in  their  time  of  need  .  still  ,  the  heaviness  has  spine  bending  ,  has  eyes  burning  with  the  exhaustion  wrought  from  fickle  expectations  ,  and  their  words  searing  holes  through  your  skin  .  

perhaps  they  think  it  naive  of  you  ,  to  take  on  such  a  feat  ,  but  you  are  hopeful  that  heaven  shares  your  sentiments  .  pause  .  hear  the  shuffle  outside  the  door  .  you  look  up  and  blink  ,  smile  spread  out  across  cheeks  as  eyes  crinkle  ,  ❛  no  need  to  be  shy  ,  ❜  joy  sprinkled  into  every  word  ,  ❛  do  you  require  the  room  ?  ❜

@flwrseeker

[flwrseeker]

the melody of your name on his lips sets you alight, velvet petal to spark nerve like live wire. breath catches as silk envelopes worn hands, luster and cream. little red, how fashioned to scorn you are, shrunk away from prying eyes, and YET━━ it's his eyes that have been the first to behold you, balm to wound, salvation to wretchedness.

stomach twists and the air is light, light, lightheaded in his scent. honeyed eyes and sweetened words and rosed cheeks. there is a part which still remains, an unspoken curiosity. perhaps hong-er has already died. could any heaven transcend this? still, doleful eye remains steady to the prince's countenance . . . 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ? ❝ i ━ ❞

what a worthless thing, to choke on your words !

❝ this one can't write, your majesty. ❞ shame lodges in throat line and even so, you try to swallow , ❝ else this one would be honored to . ❞

[flwrseeker]

the cursed prince had never much concern for preening, never one to use the emperor's jewels. ( such elegance would be wasted on a thing like you. ) though swayed with the thought that THEY SUIT HIM, opal and ruby shine, you wonder if they cause him pain.

brow creases as blade-hardened fingers comb through the afflicted strands━ releasing them one my one in a sweet, slow process. REVERENT. so you see in being, how the rumors of xianle's greatest love fall short. such famed beauty, grace, and honor could not hold a candle to the thing before you. and you watch cloud-kissed irises in mirror reflection, entranced as you memorize curve of fawn lashes and rose petal cheeks.

how dreadfully they must treat him, for him to bask in your presence like this. ❝ you flatter me , ❞ murmur , ❝ it is this one's pleasure, your highness. ❞ in half - hushed breath, nails begin to sink delicately into the skin of his scalp . . . ❝ ━ to provide you relief . ❞