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taotrooper · 6 years ago

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Held with two hands

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi Characters: Wen Ning, Lan Sizhui, a bunny, Lan Wangji, and guest appearances by the two loudest people in Gusu Genre: Fluff, family, cuteness Summary: In which one of the Cloud Recesses bunnies makes an escape, and Wen Ning ends up getting a pet with Sizhui's help. Written for MDZS Zine - With Love, go check out the rest of the fanworks!

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Over his head, up and above in the clear firmament, the white clouds danced across the blue sky, slow but determined, their shapes changing with the wind. He craned his neck up and looked at them in the silence of the morning. One of the largest ones looked like a duck swimming in the water if he squinted.

Looking for shapes relaxed him and made him forget about the weight of his body, about the old suppressed resentment that slept within him, about how dull this life was sometimes without pain or fear or hunger. But clouds, clouds were good. They made him remember of the soft texture of cotton gauzes.

"Hey! Uncle Ning!" A voice rang from the distance. The person he was expecting had arrived. The highlight of a day that otherwise would have been ordinary. A smile bloomed inside of Wen Ning's heart.

"Good morning, A-Yuan," he looked back to the Earth and nodded. The excited grin he couldn't put on his lips was nonetheless plastered in Lan Sizhui's.

"Good morning," the boy hugged him briefly and rubbed Wen Ning's upper back. "Sorry I'm late! I had to do extra chores. Jingyi got punished today so, he can't come."

"Oh no!" Wen Ning's head dropped.

He didn't mind that his little cousin had taken his time. It's not like he had much planned that day. He had hoped the other loud yet kind boy would come and visit as well. He was doomed to be rather fond of loud kind people. After Sizhui, he was the friendliest of the young boys towards him.

"It's okay, it's just an extra reading and not lines this time. He says he's definitely coming with us next time."

"I-I'm looking forward to it."

Sizhui giggled with his hand covering his mouth. The sound was music to Wen Ning's ears.

"Right, let me show you this cool trick we were taught in class today. Hold on a second."

The teenager took out a Qiankun pouch from his long white sleeve. As he opened it to get a stack of talisman paper, Wen Ning noticed that Sizhui's sleeve started to move on its own.

Sizhui froze and stared at his robes with confusion in his eyes. He bent his arm and shook the sleeve until something white and fluffy landed on the grass.

One long ear rose forward and a nose twitched in the air.

How did a bunny get inside of A-Yuan's clothes?

"Aw!" the boy lamented. "It must have sneaked inside while I was feeding the rabbits!"

"Feeding the rabbits?" Wen Ning repeated. This was the first time he had heard the Lan Sect raised animals of any kind in the Cloud Recesses. Then again, he had never stepped inside and only knew the things he caught from the boys or Wei Wuxian's stories. And hadn't A-Yuan mentioned that Lan Wangji had buried him with rabbits when he was younger? Suddenly that odd story made perfect sense.

Meanwhile, the creature was running in circles and jumping in the air. Wen Ning wondered if that was its way of playing. Sizhui didn't seem alarmed by the hops, so that couldn't be a bad thing. Despite that, the man's shoulders stiffened further.

"W-What should we do? Do we catch...?"

"It's okay, Uncle, I don't think it'll leave too far if it hasn't already. Besides, it's happy!"

"Is it?" Wen Ning tilted his head.

"When they jump like that, they're saying they're content and glad to be there. It's like a little dance."

"Oh..."

The bunny skipped a few more times before stopping to explore the area. And that meant it looked around, approached the stranger carefully, and then stood up on its hind legs to lean on Wen Ning's calf with its front legs. He looked down and glanced, and their eyes met. The bunny's right ear was naturally crooked, as if folded. The nose was still twitching. The cuteness was so strong that an impulse invaded the dead man's mind.

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Ning crouched and reached so the rabbit was then cupped within his two hands. It made no attempt to escape; instead, it just moved its head around. His heart felt a tender tug that had nothing to do with any wounds in his chest. With utmost caution, he shifted the weight in only one hand, and with the other he caressed the bunny's back with his fingertips.

It was not spooked, as he had feared. The fur was so soft and fuzzy. The rabbit's teeth started to make clicking sounds that made him recall a cat's purr after petting for a while.

"Whoa!" Lan Sizhui said with a gasp.

"I-Is it comfortable...?"

"Yes! It's actually really happy!" the boy beamed.

While he was physically unable to shed tears, Wen Ning strongly felt like crying.

He kept running his fingers through the bunny's back. Once he was more confident, he moved on to its head and later scratched behind its ears. The animal was delighted and tilted its bended ear closer to the ashen hand. High-pitched muffled noises came out of the man's throat, a stark contrast with the deafening deep roars of a fierce corpse.

"Are you by chance good with animals, Uncle?"

"Um... We had a couple of kittens when I was little, but other than that... I don't know. Ever since I became like this, I try not to get close and scare any animals." After all, they usually can tell he's unnatural and dangerous. "This is the first one I’ve touched this much."

"Aww, Uncle Ning..."

"Ah... Sorry..." A realization, a sadness that was visible in his frozen expression regardless. "Here, you have to take it back."

As he grabbed the rabbit under its front legs to give to Sizhui, it started to struggle. It couldn't escape the inhuman iron-like grasp, but it still let them know it disagreed with this decision. When Wen Ning turned it again to face him, it stopped the thrashing.

"..."

"Huh, it doesn't want to go back yet." Sizhui tapped his chin, lost in thought. "Let's do something, okay? I'll talk to Hanguang-jun."

"What for?"

"Well, the rabbits are his. But we have so many, so maybe he can let you have it. I mean, if you want it as a pet?"

Wen Ning couldn't blink, but his voice was but a whisper loaded with surprise. "A pet? Can I?" The idea of taking care of a small, fragile living being like that seemed wild to him.

"You don't lose control anymore so as long as you go on night-hunts together and such, I don't see why not?" Sizhui glanced at the makeshift shack that Wen Ning had made by the foot of the mountain to protect himself from the elements, as if evaluating whether a bunny could remain indoors or not without dying.

Wen Ning was holding the rabbit under its butt, in a way where the pads of its paws were visible. In that position, they could tell she was a girl. Also, she was too adorable. He didn't want to get his hopes up, and to be honest the idea was giving him some anxiety. Yet he really longed to have her company.

"I know a lot about bunny care, don't worry about the details. Let me fly back and ask!" Sizhui smiled. "Even if you're not allowed, at least I can buy you an afternoon to play with her."

"I-Isn't that too much trouble for you?" Wen Ning fretted.

"Of course not. I'll be back before curfew! Have fun!"

"W-Wait! A-Yuan?"

Sizhui didn't reply and instead unsheathed his sword.

Such a good boy, he thought as he saw his cousin get closer to the clouds above.

************

Sizhui went through the words he wanted to say one last time in his head, when he reached the Jingshi's door. Carefully, he placed his ear on the wooden surface and listened. No noises, no voices, no heavy breathing or alarming sounds. These days, it was essential to take a few seconds to make sure you didn't interrupt the happy couple during their time together. For your mental health, mostly.

Confident, the boy knocked and waited a few seconds. It was possible they hadn't returned yet and the house was empty, but a familiar voice rang from inside.

"Come in."

Sizhui opened the door carefully and greeted with a bright smile. "Good afternoon, Hanguang-jun. Welcome back!"

Lan Wangji was sitting at his desk. He nodded and put down the book he was reading. He seemed as solemn as usual but Sizhui knew better. There was an almost invisible yet tender spark in his eyes inside the stern complexion.

"Am I interrupting? I can come back later," the boy asked as he sat in front of the desk. He could smell the comforting scent of sandalwood from the incense burner, and he could see his father's guqin resting on a bamboo stand in a corner.

"No need, you are more important." Sizhui felt warm and loved at the words. "Are you just visiting or is there anything you wished to talk about?"

"Ah, yes. Um... It's about one of the rabbits. When I was feeding them this morning, one of the girls jumped inside my sleeve and well..." Sizhui sighed. "I went outside the Cloud Recesses and she managed to stow away." He made a pause to see if there was any reaction in Lan Wangji's face. His face was unchanging, which was even more intimidating. "She got away from me but don't worry, someone caught her."

"I see. Be more careful next time." Lan Wangji's voice was quite neutral at least, not giving it much importance.

"I will, but that's not the problem. I—"

They were interrupted by the faraway noise of an object breaking, two thuds, a clang, a donkey's outraged bray, and another familiar voice yelling something about either something black, a hound or a skull. That could be either of these things, considering this was Senior Wei in question. Neither of the two Lans decided to dwell on it.

"Anyway," Sizhui shook his head. "I wasn't the one who retrieved her. A... another person was nearby and he caught her. The thing is, the bunny really likes him. We already have so many, so I was wondering if we could allow him to keep her as his pet? Please? I feel bad breaking them up."

He bit his lower lip while his father figure was lost in thoughts. What if this was a mistake and he had given his uncle a false hope?

"As long as this person has no intentions of eating her," Lan Wangji finally said, "I have no objections."

"Hahaha, no!" Sizhui chuckled. "He doesn't eat." Realizing the mistake of ending the phrase there, he quickly added more to it. "Meat, I mean. He doesn't eat meat. No rabbit meat in his diet. Ahahaha..."

The pause was too long and awkward! Nonetheless, Hanguang-jun's face remained the same.

"Mmn. Make sure to tell him about proper care," he said. Sizhui let out the breath he was holding. "If he's a cultivator or you think he could partake in dangerous business, you may add a general version of our protocol on how to handle and keep small living beings safe during night hunts. In case that might be useful."

The boy wondered if that last part meant his father figure suspected this stranger's real identity. But since Sizhui didn't know Lan Wangji's actual opinion on Wen Ning or if he'd let one of his bunnies in the hands of a fierce corpse, he preferred to leave it at that.

"Thank you so much," Sizhui bowed, his ponytail bouncing up and down, and then stood up. "I'll leave you to your reading, okay?"

"Stop," Lan Wangji said after he had turned on his heels. "I need to discuss something with you as well, so please take a seat."

That didn't bode well, but Sizhui complied and hoped it didn't involve copying lines while doing a handstand again.

"Uncle has given me a series of complaints about you. He wants me to put sense into your head."

"Oh..." Indeed, this could end up in punishment. "About the night hunts?"

"About the night hunts. He's upset about you inviting Wen Qionglin, about you staying past the curfew, about you dragging the other disciples your age and about you being a bad influence to your juniors. This is a level of indiscipline improper of you."

Sizhui opened his mouth, but he immediately closed it before defending himself. He had no idea how to do that, how to explain how he felt about spending time with his Uncle Ning, how warm and fuzzy it was that Jingyi and the others were nice to him as if he wasn't the Ghost General. Yet he understood their teacher's worries, even if he thought they were unfair.

"I will appreciate it if in the future you act with prudence..."

"Hanguang-jun..."

"...and come back to the Cloud Recesses long before nine, if possible."

Sizhui blinked and waited for the rest, but Lan Wangji was already picking up his book from the desk.

"You're only concerned about the curfew?" he dared asking.

"I politely disagree with Uncle. Wei Ying and I don't think Wen Qionglin is a danger to any of you. "

Lan Sizhui let out a sigh. He straightened his back and returned to a serious expression that didn't match his relief.

"Understood. I'll do my best to follow the rules, and make the others follow them too."

"Mmn."

As he was about to leave the room, he heard Lan Wangji's voice behind him.

"I respect that he's your family, just like we are."

Sizhui's eyes started to prickle with hot tears, but the door opened and he saw a surprised smirk in front of him.

"Oh, it's Sizhui! Hey!" Wei Wuxian's hand pet the boy's head and ruffled his hairstyle. "Talk to you later, there's an emergency and I have to redraw suppressing talismans on a skull. Okay?"

"Y-yeah, please do so, Senior Wei. And welcome home!"

With quick steps, the fastest he could without running -as it was against the rules after all- the young man left the Jingshi with no questions for his other father figure about whatever mess he was solving or creating.

************

"Uncle Ning? Are you home?"

The voice and knock came from beyond the makeshift door. Without making sudden moves, the owner of the miserable but sturdy hut answered. "Yes."

The vision that awaited Lan Sizhui was quite amazing. Wen Ning lay on his back, on the body-long mat he used as a seating space or for a guest's bed. Over the length of his torso, the bunny flopped on her belly. Front paws under her head, back legs stretched out, ears laid back at an angle. She didn't mind the vein-marked hand that was scratching her in a lazy manner. No matter how you looked at it, the rabbit had come to trust this strange gray giant to the point of being able to completely relax on him.

Wen Ning couldn't see his relative's face until he sat next to him. Sizhui had a cute expression of delight that to him matched not only the animal but the state of his own heart.

After he regained some composure and stopped suppressing silly sounds —a struggle his uncle had understood too well for the entire afternoon— Sizhui coughed into his own fist and attempted to sound solemn.

"I have news. I spoke to Hanguang-jun, and he says he doesn't mind."

Wen Ning's eyes opened wide. He sat up in a jolt, not before placing a firm hand over the rabbit's body. She escaped his grasp in protest and jumped off, away from his arms. The man was too busy staring at the boy's honest grin in disbelief.

"I-Is it true? Really?"

"Really, really! She's yours!"

He had been bracing himself for a negative answer for the last hour. He had resigned himself to just enjoying a short time with the rabbit before returning her. As sad as it was, he had been used to things never going the way he hoped -even when he was alive his luck had always been beyond terrible. Despite this unusual positive response, he couldn't believe his ears.

Was it childish to be this happy for being allowed to keep a pet? It was as if the adult had been Sizhui instead of him, and that gave him a bit of shame. And yet... and yet... he felt so blessed he knew he would weep if his eyes could. His heart was swelling with joy.

"Thank you." His whisper left his lips in a broken voice. "Give Young Master Lan my thanks."

"Hahaha, he says there's no need."

"Did you hear, A-Ju?" He turned to the rabbit. "You're staying with me."

The bunny flopped again on the mat, this time on her left side and with her front legs folded near her chest.

"She keeps doing that," Wen Ning explained. "It's cute."

"It's a good thing," Sizhui assured him. "So her name is Ju?"

Wen Ning nodded. He would have blushed if he could. Despite his pessimism, he had still decided on a full name for her. He had thought for a long time.

"Written which what character?"

"Like chrysanthemum," Wen Ning drew 菊 in the air with a finger.

"Ah, that's pretty! I thought it was from bent." He drew 局 and pointed at the bunny's quirky ear.

"Ah, that too. She, uh... Her full name is Ju Juju."

"And the other Ju?" Sizhui leaned closer with sparks in his eyes.

Wen Ning picked up A-Ju and grasped her with his two hands as an answer. "Ju." His cousin drew the right character in the air, 匊, before cracking up.

"Pfffft, Uncle!" Sizhui snickered.

"I know, it's kind of silly..."

"I like that wordplay, though." The boy tickled the belly of the now named Ju Juju. "I do think it's clever!"

A-Yuan was one of the few people Wen Ning knew who genuinely found his jokes and puns funny. He had stopped saying them during his childhood when he only received exasperated groans, and it was wonderful when he accidentally discovered that they had a similar sense of humor.

"Ju as the flower for short," Wen Ning added, ruffling Sizhui's hair very softly.

"Yep, it's the most name-like. And her tail is fluffy like that flower so it suits her."

"Yes." Wen Ning forced a smile on his lips. Sizhui looked around and saw the small bowls of fruit and water on the ground, and a couple of sticks and stones that his uncle had offered as prospects for temporary toys.

"Okay, should I tell you how to take care of her?"

"Please do."

He was going to love to take care of her.

************

Epilogue

"Hey! Wen Ning!" Wei Wuxian's voice rang out, this time not enticing with orders but just appealing with the cordiality of an old friend. It was not a summon but a call. Behind him, Lan Wangji was holding Li’l Apple's reins and two boys trotted next to their seniors.

"...Young Master Wei." A tall, meek figure came out of the bamboo forest.

Wei Ying grinned as the Lan clan members exchanged greetings. Was it his imagination, or did Wen Ning's chest look a bit more buff? Couldn't be, and yet he looked slightly bulkier.

"Coming with us to a night hunt?" Wei Wuxian said.

"Y-Yes, I'd love to... Just give me two minutes." Wen Ning's well-worn boots were twitching, as if he wanted to run away.

"What's wrong?" Lan Wangji asked.

"Uh? N-Nothing, I need to... drop something at the hut..."

That's when Wen Ning's pectorals started to rustle and jingle. Before anyone could say anything, a white head emerged from his shirt. It was a rabbit.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi shared the same guilty look on their faces which meant that, unlike Wei Wuxian, they understood what was going on.

"Why is there's a bunny here?" Had it been anyone else, Wei Wuxian would have also asked Wen Ning a question about the possibility of catching it to roast it, but he knew the his friend wouldn’t appreciate that. Besides, for some reason there were two ribbons, one white and one red, forming a little bow around its neck so it was probably a pet. Tied to the ribbons, there was a little round silver bell which explained the noise.

A white blur slowly passed by everyone until he stood in front of Wen Ning, who started to shake. Lan Zhan just glanced at the animal. After some seconds of indecision, Wen Ning took it out of his shirt and raised it towards his old master's husband with reluctance. The boys seemed as nervous as the fierce corpse.

Lan Wangji didn't grab the bunny, though. He moved his hand to place it over the fuzzy ears. Just like that, he started to pet it. It closed its eyes and leaned closer to the elegant fingers of jade. Neither his or Wen Ning's face had made any change in their expression, just them staring at the fluffy white thing, one holding it and the other one caressing it.

Wei Wuxian couldn't take it. They were too much. His stomach was hurting from the strain of suppressing the laughter.

"Oh, I can't with this!" he guffawed. Lan Wangji stopped and turned around. Wen Ning quickly let the bunny climb to his shoulder, where it licked its owner's cheek. "You two..." Wei Ying giggled, unable to restrain himself. "Adult men shouldn't be this cute!"

"Right?!" Jingyi nodded furiously.

"Senior Wei can be cute as well sometimes," Sizhui helped.

"Well, I guess that's—" Wei Wuxian pouted, unable to feel fully complimented or insulted. He crossed his arms. "Wait, why only sometimes?"

"Let me take A-Ju back inside," Wen Ning said. "She has a big corral."

"Mnn," Lan Wangji said, ignoring the return of his beloved's loud laugh. "As in the flower?"

"Yes, Young Master Lan."

"Good name."

Wen Ning couldn't beam at Lan Zhan's comment but he sure looked the happiest they had seen in a while. After a string of thankful sounds, the undead man ran to his hut with the bunny on his shoulder. The bell rang with every step.

Lan Wangji didn't smile either but Wei Wuxian glanced at the tenderness in his eyes. The latter wasn't sure if it was the rabbit or warming up to Wen Ning over a common interest that wasn't protecting Wei Wuxian or the juniors' asses for once. Still, he was mesmerized by the soft expression on that beautiful face until Jingyi's voice broke the spell.

"But Senior Wei has a point," he said. "I don't think anyone would believe us if we told them that we witnessed Hanguang-jun and the Ghost General, two of the strongest and scariest men of the cultivation world, basically coo over a bunbun together."

"Hahaha, yes!" Sizhui agreed.

"That's part of their secret charm!" Wei Wuxian grinned and clasped around his husband's arm. Wen Ning returned with a little hop into his steps. Wei Ying in turn was also content to see this man, whom he had cursed with such a miserable afterlife, so full of love.

In fact he decided it was better than any teasing or cooking joke he could make. Adult men like those two could and should be this cute, especially around him and the kids.

#mo dao zu shi #wen ning #lan sizhui #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan jingyi #mdzs spoilers #$fanfic

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heartslogos · 7 years ago

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seas who could sing so deep and strong [9]

Boarding Judge’s ship is always something like lucid dreaming. Kore is distinctly aware of something off, but can never exactly put her finger on it.

His ship is an exact copy of hers - with key differences in color and internal decorations, and of course the fact that it always feels about five or six degrees cooler

As soon as the doors hiss open she flinches at the cold air, feeling goose-bumps all over her exposed skin. Her bare feet make soft sounds on the Orbiter floor, eyes narrowing as they adjust to the much darker interior - lit mostly by displays of screens that Judge has flickering haphazardly around his ship.

Everything in it is familiar to her in that she has been here before, and that at its core it is the same basic plan as her own ship. But it’s all - skewed. Just a little.

It is entirely Judge-based. Everything is at his eye-level, everything fits the spaces of his body, his mind. Kore finds herself lifting her legs a little higher to avoid small piles of decorations and models that for Judge would be only a slightly larger step, but for her shorter legs it comes up awkward.

As usual, there’s a mess of strings and chords everywhere, physically tying and connecting together the screens displaying information Judge feels is relevant and - inexplicably to Kore - linked together by some unseen mystery. Judge has many of these and Kore knows the rudimentary basics of what he’s called an organization system at best.

She finds him sitting in the middle of his mess - everything perfectly within arms reach that he could need. Water packets, the boxes of chewing gum - some half opened and a few spilling their contents onto piles and piles of data storage, control panels, bits of circuitry and parts and evidence and more and more screens.

“I’m going to use your foundry,” Kore announces to him, and he glances at her - eyes skipping over her bare skin.

It has taken time, but he’s slowly growing used to seeing her exposed. Kore, herself, is growing used to being seen.

“Sure,” Judge says, focus easily sliding back to whatever mystery her fool of a detective has set his rabbit-fast mind to. “Why, what’s wrong with yours?”

“Nothing, I’m using it for something already,” Kore says, taking a few seconds to reorient herself as she stands in front of his foundry. Hers, but not the same.

She opens the panel for blueprints he currently has, flicking through them with a small curl of amusement. So many things Judge has but hasn’t made, he probably doesn’t even know half of this stuff is here.

Fortunately, she finds what she’s looking for and makes a small, pleased sound.

Judge makes his own half-questioning, half-distracted sound in the back of his throat. She glances over her shoulder and his magenta eyes are narrowed - squinted, really - at one of the screens as he runs his thumb over his lower lip.

“What happened?” Judge asks as Kore turns around, leaning against the Foundry. Judge waves his free hand at her. “Something wrong with your suit?”

Kore is currently wearing only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts - both an off-gray.

“I was working on the pigmentation on my Rhino,” Kore says, “I didn’t want pigment on my suit, so I took it off.”

Kore wiggles her bare toes, a steady crawl of adrenaline from being so open. So seen.

(But not vulnerable, she reminds herself. To be seen is not always to be vulnerable.

It can be with Judge. But not like this. Not right now.)

She scratches the back of her calf, feeling the faint lines of the scratches Ugly left a few weeks ago. Not enough to really hurt or do any lasting damage - three annoying lines of itchy scabbing. Judge had looked contrite, unsure if Ugly’s actions had spooked Kore or not.

Kore’s own Kavat, Joy, had reacted by tackling Ugly into a wall as the two got into a hissing fight. The fight ended by Ugly’s tail getting caught into Kore’s Carrier’s vacuum port. Both Kavat and Sentinel were making deeply unhappy noises.

Joy was laughing in the way only Kavat’s seem to be able to - sounding like she’s dying on her own air and enjoying it immensely.

(Kore had taken an hour or so to untangle Kavat and Sentinel, chiding her Carrier - “Ugly’s already ugly as it is. Don’t make it worse for him. What would he do then?”)

Judge hums and Kore lightly whistles, because she had a feeling that Judge would already have the blueprint she needs loaded into his Foundry.

He doesn’t look up as two of Kore’s Kubrow trot in, but he does when he hears what they’re carrying.

Hala and Valencia happily deposit the squirming flesh at her feet and Kore pets them both under the chin.

Judge stares, “What did you bring onto my ship?”

“Juggernaut guts,” Kore replies, grinning. “Specifically, pulsating tubercles, a severed bile sac, infected palpators, and a chitinous husk.”

Judge gags, “But why is it on my ship?”

“Because,” Kore replies, picking up the bile sac and opening the material deposit on the Foundry and tossing it in. It lands with a slight squelch and a strange sort of wiggling bounce. It makes something inside of her incredibly curious and pleased. “Because, Judge. I’m going to be using your foundry to make a Pherliac Pod.”

“Why?”

“Because my foundry is currently making some Pherlaic pods and I want to get as many as possible going,” Kore answers, smacking one of the tubercles as it tries to stick to her ankle, “Obviously.”

She manages to squeeze in the infected palpators and then the husk.

Once she’s finished setting the Foundry up to go, she moves to stand next to Judge.

The semi-organized chaos of her ship should make her feel uninvited - without a place for her. It is, as Judge says of many of the Tenno eccentricities, a result of living inside your own head for too long.

Judge shakes his head, focus already slipped back to his mystery.

He wordlessly holds his arm out around the back of her legs - a question half-asked. Kore raises her hand and runs his through his hair, scratching at his scalp in her own half-answer.

Judge then loops his arm around her legs, hugging her at his side. He rests his cheek on her thigh, distractedly turning his face to press a quick kiss to her skin.

It sends a fizzing hot burst through her nerves, the goose-flesh over her skin not quite because of cold anymore.

“Nice toes,” Judge says. Kore wiggles them, crossing her arms as she looks down at the bright green paint on the nails. “Is your Rhino going to be that vivid?”

“Gross, no,” Kore replies. They both know that she doesn’t like her warframes to be particularly bright. “Changed his pigment to dark red.”

“What was it before, again?”

“Black and then a brighter red for accents. I didn’t like it, so I changed it,” Kore replies, “Now he matches my Saryn.”

Judge hums, thumb idly stroking a line on her leg, “Nice.”

Kore looks over his head at some of his other screens. She has a few guesses as to what he’s working on, but nothing concrete. She wonders if Judge has any idea, himself.

She’d ask him, but he’ll tell her when he’s good and ready. Usually when he wants someone to bounce reckless ideas off of, to help eliminate the fantastic and whittle it down to the realistic. Kore doesn’t mind being his cold dose of reality.

Judge’s skin is warm despite how cold it is, and Kore wonders how silly and strange it must be of her to want him to kiss her thigh again - just like before. She wonders how silly and strange it must be for her to want to kiss him like that. On the cheek, maybe. Quick. Brief. Unabashedly and without any real consideration of thought. Unconsciously, really.

How nice, Kore thinks, how nice it must be to be able to feel and be felt so easily.

She thinks they’re getting there, though.

Kore lightly presses her leg against his side and Judge obligingly moves for her. Kore slowly settles down into the space he’s made, pushing aside some of his things to make more room for herself to settle comfortably.

Kore leans against him and he wordlessly raises his arm, allowing for her to choose how to arrange them even as his other hand zooms in on a particularly grainy screen grab of Corpus security on what looks like Europa.

She stretches her legs out, and Hala immediately trots over from where she and Valencia were playing with Midas to lie down on them. A warm, breathing blanket.

Kore wraps Judge’s arm across shoulder, letting it cross over her chest. Judge lifts his leg and bends it, resting more of his weight on his bent leg to make them more stable. He stretches out his other leg in a mirror of her and winces.

“Remind me how long you’ve been sitting,” Kore says, picking up one of the multiple model figures Judge makes when he isn’t sleeping and playing with it.

“A while?” Judge answers, “Hey, Kore - look at this. Doesn’t this Moa look new?”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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meditativeyoga · 7 years ago

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The Best Yoga Pose For Your Enneagram Number

Your yoga exercise mat is the perfect area to explore and also fix up the core predicament your Enneagram number has actually exposed. Each of these postures carefully matches with each type's physical symptom of its internal predicament, claims Coral reefs Brown, a yoga educator as well as accredited mental-health counselor in Rhode Island. After heating up, practice the asana and repeat the concept that matches your kind. Trying out all nine poses to end up being more critical in all your relationships, from the ones you have with those around you to the one you have with yourself.

Enneagram Number: One (The Reformer)

Practice: Dhanurasana( Bow Pose)

Ones have the tendency to quelch their instincts and prefer to filter the globe via their intelligence. Bow Posture offers an organized container for Ones to reengage with their more primal instincts, along with soften around their limitations, as the posture taxes the stomach and boosts the enteric nerve system (a.k.a. the "belly mind").

Mantra: I could lighten up, loosen my grip on perfection, and locate enjoyment in things just as they are.

Bow Pose: Lying face-down on your floor covering, flex your knees as well as reach back to grip the beyond your ankles. (If that's not feasible, squeeze your feet or use a band.) Relax your temple on the earth and also take a deep, conscious breath. As you breathe out, involve your core and at the same time press your pubic bone into the planet while lifting your heels and reaching your legs strongly back as well as up. Integrate these activities with turning on the muscles in your top back while relaxing your face as well as jaw muscular tissues. Hold for 3 rounds of breath. Repeat 3 times, after that rest in Balasana (Child's Posture) or a straightforward seated twist.

Enneagram Number: 2 (The Assistant)

Practice: Paschimottanasana (Seatsed Ahead Bend)

Seated forward folds are grounding and insular, supplying a chance to attune to your personal wisdom. The symbolic gesture of bowing the heart onward uses Twos the natural experience of self-reverence.

Mantra: I can have my own requirements and still be loved.

Seated Forward Bend: From a seatsed placement, expand your legs as well as run your resting bones back. On an inhale, extend your spine as well as raise your upper body like you were in Bhujangasana (Cobra Posture). As you exhale, fold forward, leading with your heart. Keep for a number of rounds of breath.

Enneagram Number: 3 (The Achiever)

Practice: Sasangasana (Bunny Pose)

In this present, the crown chakra origins to the earth in such a way that premises Threes, whose dilemma is usually just how to regulate their hard-driving power. This neutralizing, basic position stimulates link to the head (awareness) and the knowledge body (intuition), and also deflects the Threes' inherent propensity to compete.

Mantra: I value deep heart contact.

Rabbit Pose: Start in Child's Pose with your knees hip-distance apart, as well as relax your temple on the mat. From right here, place your hands under your shoulders as well as curl your toes under. On an inhale, hug your arm joints internal as well as press into your hands as you raise your hips far from your heels. On an exhale, rounded your upper back to move the weight from your forehead to your hairline as well as lastly the crown of your head. Remain to press into your hands to distribute the weight as well as stay clear of putting way too much pressure on your neck. If you feel comfortable here, bring your hands behind you to hold your ankle joints, heels, or toes. Stay in the stance for 3 rounds of breath.

Enneagram Number: Four (The Maverick)

Practice: Virabhadrasana III (Warrior Posture III)

This tough balance position steps energy far from the facility as well as out into the limbs as well as crown, boosting proprioception-- understanding of one's body in room. As they extend in all directions and stare down in this pose, Fours find out to adjust their internal compass as well as allow go of comparison.

Mantra: I am devoid of my old story. I stand my ground and talk my truth.

Warrior III: Pertained to High Crescent and also put your practical your hips. Take a centering breath, on the exhale, extend your spine as you lean your top body onward. Start to reduce your stance by walking your back foot in till you really feel constant enough to lift your back leg. Without endangering the level framework of your hips, continue to lift your back leg until you reach your motion limit or your leg is alongside the earth. As you stare down or directly before you, relax your face and jaw while simultaneously extending your spine and also arms expenses, you can likewise keep your practical or near your hips. Hold the present for 3 rounds of breath, and afterwards repeat on the second side.

Enneagram Number: Five (The Private investigator)

Practice: Ustrasana (Camel Pose)

This backbend urges opening up the heart-- crucial for Fives, whose principal defense is disengagement and that often tend to be happiest alone. Backbends aid Fives connect to their sensations and receive energy freely. Camel Posture lets the practitioner regulate the strength of the backbend, providing Fives an opportunity to explore depend on and also openness in small, safe increments.

Mantra: I could engage with the globe without holding back.

Camel Pose: Kneel on your shins with your toes crinkled under as well as your hips over your knees, area your hands in Anjali Mudra (Salutation Seal, or petition setting), as if you remained in Tadasana (Hill Posture). Inhale as well as feel the security and also stability of the pose. Exhale and bring your hands to support you at your reduced back. Wrap your joints in towards one an additional. With every inhale, extend your spinal column to make sure that you expand taller and also more comprehensive, with every exhale, soften your shoulders, neck, and also jaw as you raise your look as well as perhaps your chin. If you feel stable below, slide your hands to hinge on your heels. Remain for 3 rounds of breath.

Enneagram Number: Six (The Loyalist)

Practice: Matsyasana (Fish Pose)

This backbend reveals the throat and also chest, calls for trust fund as well as dedication, as well as cultivates an extensive awareness-- all ideal actions for Sixes, whose bane is doubt. 6s can find out to have confidence and do something about it despite the unpredictability this asana typically invokes.

Mantra: I have confidence in myself and also do not should be afraid the unknown.

Fish Pose: From a reclining placement, prop yourself up on your arm joints. Lengthen your legs and also point your toes. Comparable to Camel, hug your joints in while lifting your gaze as well as chin. On an inhale, broaden your collarbones and press your shoulder blades together, breathe out as well as try to release your head back while relaxing your throat, face, and jaw. Take a breath evenly here for 3 rounds, continuing to lift your heart and expand your chest.

Enneagram Number: 7 (The Lover)

Practice: Malasana (Garland Pose)

Malasana concentrates energy downward, grounding one's awareness as well as essentially bringing Sevens back to planet and testing their fear that stability causes stagnation.

Mantra: I have whatever I require below and also now.

Garland Pose: Stand with your feet a minimum of floor covering range apart, with your toes transformed out somewhat. On an exhale, reduced your hips to a crouching position, and track your knees over your toes. Bring your hands together in Anjali Mudra while pressing your arms against your internal thighs. With each inhale, surge from your roots by lengthening your spine as well as pressing your arms to your legs. With each exhale, feel the all-natural state of contraction by bowing your head, releasing the pressure of your arms, as well as somewhat rounding your spinal column. Remain here as long as you really feel comfy, allowing each round of breath ground as well as facility you.

Enneagram Number: Eight (The Opposition)

Practice: Anjaneyasana (Reduced Lunge)

This present works the psoas-- a muscular tissue directly connected to our fight-or-flight reaction-- which aids Eights learn the humbleness that originates from enabling oneself to be vulnerable.

Mantra: I want to be vulnerable.

Low Lunge: From Down Pet, breathe out and step your right foot to your right-hand man, aligning your right knee over your heel. Reduced your left knee to the flooring and transform the top of your left foot downward. On an inhale, use the rooting activity of your front foot to raise your upper body upright. Inhale and also prolong your arms overhead, breathe out and also really feel the grounding weight of your hips. Scissor your legs toward the midline to support the lift. Keep right here for 3 rounds of breath, and after that release and repeat on the second side.

Enneagram Number: Nine (The Placater)

Practice: Natarajasana (Lord of the Dance Pose)

The double activities of this present-- the extending-out as well as the rooting-down-- need Nines to locate their core while being drawn in various directions.

Mantra: I could dance to my own drumbeat as well as still become part of my tribe.

Lord of the Dance Pose: Stand at the top of the floor covering as well as move your weight to your left side. Place your hands at your hips and attract your right knee towards your navel. Feel your core engage as you lean forward and also prolong your right leg behind you, then capture your right ankle with your right-hand man. Slightly bend your standing left leg, at the same time raising your left sitting bone and also prolonging strongly through your appropriate leg. At the very same time, reach your left arm onward, alongside the floor. Inhale and breathe out as you preserve a balance of stability (level hips as well as shoulders) with mobility (backbending as well as right-leg expansion). Stay for 3 rounds of breath, repeat on the various other side.

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High Horoscopes | Jan. 19, 2017

The HIGH TIMES weekly astrological forecast, complete with strain recommendations!

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ARIES

You’ve been rockin’ life pretty hard this week, just killin’ it at work and play. It might not feel like home runs and fireworks cause you’re still shell shocked from those preceding downer days, but believe me, you’re a star this week my dear. So what to do with all this newfound wonderfulness? If you can get your head around the fact that your flow is now going upstream, maybe you could let your vibes follow suit? How about lightening up and getting back to basics? Do some nesting and redecorate your space, have a few dance party breaks and celebrate with chocolate cake and Dalmatian snuggles. The cosmos prescribes as much of whatever you want as long as it is healthy for your soul. Strain recommendation: Cuvee

TAURUS

A halo of sunshine has replaced your top hat of gloom. Summer has arrived mid-January, and your smiles are contagious. What was missing has returned! Oh glory be, how wonderful it is! Yes, it’s true, the tides have changed and all you need to do to keep this trend up is change along with them. Just don’t bring the old you to the party; invite a fresh perspective; excited, active and connected to those you love. You have an opportunity to alter a tired dynamic with your significant other, to appreciate them properly and be adored in return. Let this warm wind embrace you both! Strain recommendation: Sunshine

CANCER

Those videos of sweet animals who have been found in terrible condition, abused or neglected, and then rescued, healed and adopted are some of the most popular on the web. Stories of vulnerable souls being saved remind us that compassion has power, and love is universal. You could be either the kitten or the ASPCA this week. If you are feeling susceptible to the dark forces, please let yourself be reinvigorated by a kind stranger with no motives ulterior to offering care. If you are in a healthy state, keep your eyes peeled for the little frightened puppies hiding within the hearts of those around you. Remember; caring and being cared for are two sides of the same coin. Strain Recommendation: Super Sweet

GEMINI

Writer’s block is incredibly frustrating. Insomnia can drive you up the wall. Sexual dysfunction leaves you feeling desperately unfulfilled. Blockages can pop up in all aspects of your life, and no matter the context, they all come from the same source—you. You have put up a wall between yourself and the relief that comes from flow. Why do you feel the need to control this experience? What are you trying to protect by clamping down? There are many things we can do to release a block; you can approach it physically or emotionally, spiritually or mentally, but until you face the reasons why you do it, you will be doomed to repeat it. Strain recommendation: Red-Headed Stranger

LEO

One of the harder things to do in this life is to let go. Most struggle with this at some point; the death of someone close, the end of an important relationship, an unwanted change in lifestyle. Unfortunately simply knowing you need to move on isn’t enough to make it happen. Getting stuck is pretty common because it is comfortable at first: it feels right to stop, to not run the rat race anymore, to be still, to grieve. It hurts but it is a known quantity and that is needed when you have been thrust into the unknown. However, your fear and the avoided life can build like a wave, ready to topple down upon us. Instead of trying to hold it back with nothing but your human hands, why not dive into it and hold your breath until you come up the other side. Strain recommendation: Red Dragon

VIRGO

Two ladies who were important to my childhood passed away this year; my godmother and the woman who cared for me when my parents were working. Though very different kinds of people from far apart cultures, they shared the qualities of strength, modesty and deep generosity. I wasn’t aware of even half of their amazing accomplishments until their funerals. This is for two reasons: firstly, their humility kept their praises somewhat unsung, and secondly, I mainly spent time with them as a child. Being young I forgot that their lives existed before mine. As kids we see only through our own perspective. We need to be self focused in those early years to learn how to survive. You could use a little time inside that childlike bubble before you do your own form of mourning this week. Some soft inner reflection should help ease any grief by allowing you to see the ones you’ve lost within yourself. Strain recommendation: Blue Dream

LIBRA

Dr. Seuss said “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” Dr. Seuss is not my usual go-to source for love quotes but damn if he ain’t right. The crazy hormonal cocktail sloshing through your body when you first fall for that special someone is intense. So when it burns off and the sleep returns, does that mean the love has lessened? No, in fact, if you can weather the shift, you will find the real stuff kicking in then: the love, not just the thrill of the fall. Don’t be discouraged just because your heart doesn’t pump as hard and your pupils don’t dilate as widely; now you get to feel security and the deep closeness of truly knowing and caring for another person. If you aren’t in love, this can apply to any new passion of yours. Strain recommendation: Chronic

SCORPIO

You are a difficult bunny to catch. You hop every which way without any discernible pattern. Heading North: you are nature bunny, ready to canoe to a yurt. South: you are an ambitious career driven hare. West: a fun time lover and gossipy gal pal bun-bun. East: a loving and generous rabbit of the people, fighter for justice and caring friend. No matter which way you go, you are hoppin’ full tilt. Each of your directions are super fluffy but sometimes you need to just sit in that crosshair—in the middle of the compass rose—and be a little less of each extreme. There you can retain a little bit of everything and the peace of nothingness. That resting rabbit, is you too. Give it a little pet between the ears from time to time. Strain recommendation: White Rhino

SAGITTARIUS

Ralph Waldo Emerson famously said “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” You don’t usually have problems being yourself but lately there is a touch of the sad deer in your doe eyes. You’ve lost a little confidence due to some personal blows, and this is pulling your persona back, into yourself. You’re hiding until you can make sense of the world again. Sadly, your personality is precisely what would help you get through this patch of turmoil. Being exactly who you are is how you shine so brightly, and without that, you won’t receive reciprocal energy, which is what keeps you spritely. Try to lure your antelope out for a walk, even for just a little sprint in the woods: it’ll do you some good to stretch those spindly legs out. Strain recommendation: Lemon G

CAPRICORN

Did you drop that resolution before January finished? Have you given up on that dream before even trying? When did you start believing it was all over and you might as well give up? That doesn’t sound very Capricorn to me. It’s time to sharpen up your horns and give life a good ol’ bump in the tuchus. Sure you can jump up on a few mountains to get a look at what’s around before picking a direction, but make no mistake, a choice has to be made and you will be running headfirst at some butt very soon. So, since you know what’s to come, why not focus on right now? Do what you can to prepare for the journey. Strain recommendation: Ambrosia

AQUARIUS

Routine is not your favorite state of affairs. In fact, when life becomes too predictable you start looking for trouble. You become Goldilocks: unhappy and fussy about every interaction. If there is someone who generally rubs you the wrong way, you will find them unbearable in these times. Each glance or word becomes an offense; too much this or not enough that, never that perfect in-between. The cosmos recommend compassion now, for those who drive you around the bend, and for yourself. Allow some kindness to seep through those golden locks into that beautiful mind of yours. Once you can understand the need for it, it should filter down to your heart. Strain recommendation: Superglue

PISCES

Exciting life changes, new people, career opportunities: finally some fun for Pisces after such a hard 2016! The cosmos are letting your karma equilibrate. You seem to be getting your groove back quite well too, you’re no slouch, jumping back in the saddle like a pro. All around good news; the only caveat being that a few of Les Miserables you left behind are a little jealous. If one of them tries to lure you into a skirmish, don’t take the bait. Step back and see that them fightin’ words are coming from that sad place where you left them. You needn’t give them your pity, but perhaps in recognizing your past self in their actions, you will find the understanding you need to love them from afar. Strain recommendation: Blueberry Muffins

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