#legendwrote

[baijingshen]

winter’s end

@legendwrote​ || Zhou Zishu

A single insignificant snowflake drifts through the air, falling one moment and soaring high the next, helplessly carried by the raging storm that moves the world around it. The winds are fierce and merciless but not fearsome. It doesn’t matter how often the little snowflake falls or rises, how quickly it moves or where it will land once its journey is done. Time is not of any essence and with nowhere to be or go, no place is the wrong one. The moment is short-lived and infinite at the same time, a heartbeat frozen in endless quiet peace.

Waking up is like daybreak after the longest night, like the first sunray of summer melting the ice that was frozen for centuries; and with every drop of meltwater Wen Kexing’s mind awakens a little more. His body remembers how to live first, his fingers moving against the blanket that covers him and his chest rising with a deeper breath than he’s taken since he closed his eyes on Zhou Zishu and the world.

Zhou Zishu. The first words he remembers to call out, but no sound comes from his lips, like his tongue has forgotten how to shape words. He’s floating, then falling, faster and faster, through the white endless snow-- until it all just stops.

He’s still and silent, like before, but with every breath that goes in and out of his lungs more feeling comes back to his body. He’s lying on a smooth surface, the comforting weight of a blanket covering most of his body. The air in the room is cool and filled with scents he recalls from what feels like several lifetimes ago. That’s right - he can breathe, hear, smell, taste. Remnants of the endless peaceful snow falling in his mind are still clinging to him but fading quickly now as he remembers what it’s like to be conscious.

Wen Kexing’s eyelids twitch, and then they open, blinking a few times as his vision clears. He looks at the high ceiling of a room made of windowless stone walls, far away from the bed he is lying on. With the ample space and the absence of decorations it lacks the comfort and intimacy of a bedroom and rather resembles a shrine. Kexing finds no memory of this room in his mind but something about it feels familiar. Something about everything here feels familiar.

And just like that, he remembers.

“A-xu..!” he calls out as he sits up, but his voice is so hoarse it barely comes out audible. His hair falls over his shoulders from the sudden movement - ashen white and far longer than it should be. Marveled, Wen Kexing catches a strand of it between his fingers to inspect it more closely. For a moment the thought of reincarnation crosses his mind. Perhaps he’s been reborn and this is his new life-- but no. These long ashen strands are his, as are the fingers holding them and the eyes seeing them. These thoughts are his, too, and these memories of a love so deep he chose to gave up everything to save it. Save him.

“A-xu..” he says again, his vocal chords moving a little smoother this time.

[archivedsizhui]

‘as much as it pains me from the depths of my soul to say it, I’m starting to side with Wei Wuxian on this one.’ (From Jingyi)

This was the third night the two had a green eyed baby sobbing in their bed about the bad man. It had started out as a normal nightmare children had nightmares--the dark knew that Sizhui did and he sometimes still did have nightmares. Not like this though, ones that led the little boy climbing into the bed clutching his bunny and pulling on the blanket, or sleep robe of whichever parent he could reach.

The tot was tucked between them Sizhui had given him something to let him rest in a warm cup of milk. He was concerned and it showed in the set of his mouth, usually more given to smiles and happiness. Nothing of Lan Sizhui's posture was even close to being happy. Normally eyes darkened with anger but Sizhui's lightened. "The Depths' of your soul knows that he is right." he said as he stroked the little boy's dark hair back from his brow.

Their little boy Lan Lǐwù was the best of them, he had Jingyi's dancing green eyes and Sizhui's little smile. He had the mole at the side of his eye the way Sizhui did and he had Jingyi's infectious laughter. Something Sizhui had heard far too little of lately.

"He's been having the same nightmare for three nights in a row. Dreams by nature are meant to be hard to remember and of course maluable because it is our sleeping mind often working through a problem." he spoke in a low whisper. "It is rare to recall in such vivid detail what our son is saying." and while he was too young to have all the words he got his point across very well.

"I think Father Wei may be right, we might have to go investigate this, see if this manor our son is seeing is real and if it is.." his lips twitched faintly at the side. "We put an end to the boogieman." Sizhui was normally the more calm of the pair the one willing to work out a none violent solution but he was irked beyond measure--not from a lack of sleep but from little Lǐwù's lack of sleep . "We will get Hangung Jun to watch our baby bunny." he said "Then we will travel." Wei Wuxian telling them if it was a nightmare caused by someone rather than something the way to fix it was to stop the person. "This isn't going to be a Night Hunt, this is going to be a witch hunt." he said softly "I don't know whyLǐwù might be connected maybe it was the method of conception, maybe it is his own inner tie to the Dao." he said sighing. He leaned his head against Jingyi's shoulder taking comfort in the nearness. "I'd leave tonight but I don't want our little bun to wake to us not being here."

@legendwrote (Lan Jingyi )

[caelestcs]

@legendwrote sent: 🎨 + Zhou Fei and Xie Yun pls  || Send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses

“You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.”

[enchantedxmuses-archive]

@legendwrote​ liked for a small starter from Lan Zhan

Silently letting his fingers graze over the strings of the guqin, Lan Zhan maintained full concentration on the melody that came from the instrument, letting the sound carry with the wind the brisk day had brought. When even he heard soft footsteps on the gravel path approaching, he continued playing until the final note, taking a moment of reflection before looking over at the young disciple who had waddled up right next to him in pure curiosity no doubt.

The cultivator couldn’t help put let the corner of his mouth tug upward in a smirk, patting the toddlers head. 

“Do you want to try?”

[hua-cheng-silver-wrath]

[EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task. (From Feng Xin to Hua Cheng)

"General Nan Yang" He acknowledged his companion and his effort. Before his eye flicker back to the map before him. He spent hours pondering which route they should take. And each one had some fault that Ghost King found. Every time he would frown and hiss, that probably made this Heavenly General annoyed or worse made him think that Hua Cheng is mocking him.

A quick temper this one has and Hua Cheng was wondering when he will explode and openly slap out his displeasure. Yet that never came, was it because he too was devoted to the same person? He was at Xie Lian's side from the very beginning, and he was the longest by his side even during his banishment. Loyalty and devotion crown this man

"General I don't see an easy or swift way for our rescue mission. All these roads, I traveled once. I can list out the west road. It's the longest one with rough terrain. This leaves us with this one" He taps his finger on the map. "We take it is short, but probably full of enemies, some of those beasts won't listen to me. Some probably are controlled by our enemy. I can send my butterflies as scouts.."

It was a shame for food to go wasted, so he took one bun that was on the plate, soft fresh melting in the mouth. "We can go first thing in the morning. If you need more men you can bring them. But I am responsible only for you, I promised not to get into beef with you. For now"

[yinjiyang]

The Depths of Darkness

        Closed starter for @legendwrote​

       The sun had set.  A waning crescent moon casted a dim, silvery glow over the land, stars twinkling in a sky with sparse clouds.  The night held a slight chill, a light breeze that was slightly more frequent by the river which seemed to be an area of focus this evening.  One area in particular drew quite a bit of attention.  Torches aflame illuminated the scene, carried by guards and investigators studying the unfortunate circumstance.  A body.  A woman.  Deceased and mangled...but not from any animal or man nor even monster--at least, not by what they could deduce.

       Her body lie twisted in such unnatural ways, her shoulders dislocated with arms broken and twisted, her torso turned around as though shattered and contorted legs had been attached backwards, her eyes pale and dead with face warped into an expression of fear blended with rage.  But how?  How had this unfortunate woman fallen into this state?  Her own family confessed she had been herself, perfectly well and cheerful at dinner, so what had happened?  With no witnesses and no tracks at the scene to indicate the involvement of any land creature, the townspeople could only thing to call upon those with expertise investigating the unexplained.  This included calling upon the magistrate's son in a neighboring province--after all, his elder sister had married the local lord and through her influence with her husband, she was able to persuade him of her younger brother's prowess.  Even without her suggestion, his reputation preceded him, thus the official included his brother-in-law with this investigation.

       Maoyin arrived on the scene in silence, steps fluid as though floating through water, fabric of his robes gently billowing with a gentle and ethereal current.  He came alone, unaccompanied by assistants, and he was not the first investigator to arrive; it was easy for him to go unnoticed at first; however, once one of the guards did catch a glimpse of him, the guard startled as though seeing a ghost, having not expected to see Maoyin there.  Such a silent approach, he must have seemed to appear out of thin air...and perhaps he did, though without witness, it was impossible to verify.  Whatever the case, the guard did recognize him and greeted him with a rush, polite bow.  "Master Feng!  My apologies.  I had not noticed your arrival.  Thank you for coming."  The name itself had attracted the attention of two other guards who also offered respectful greetings in nods.

      Maoyin nodded politely and calmly to each of them, perhaps a stark contrast to their muted panic at such a horrific scene.  They found his demeanor to be a mixture of comforting that someone among them could keep a level head...yet also unnerving that he seemed so heavily unaffected by such a gruesome display.  The first guard began to explain the situation to the new arrival as Maoyin approached the body and gradually, gracefully sank to a crouch at her side, dark gaze seemingly transfixed upon her pale, lifeless eyes as he listened.

       "...who found her?" he asked softly, tone ethereal and haunting.

[evcryopeneye]

@legendwrote asked: [ TOWEL ] the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.

Exhaustion rolled through her, in a way that Feng Wu couldn’t completely characterise. It wasn’t often she lost a fight, certainly not in such a brutal manner. A small cry left her as she moved, pain radiating down her limbs as she moved, attempting to make his life easier, even though it probibly would have been easier if she had just sat there and let him do all of the work. Even in her most vulnerable of moments, she wasn’t willing to just sit back and let someone else do everything for her. 

She was, however, very greatful that he was willing to take care of her, while she would have survived the night, still covered in blood…it wouldn’t have been comfortable. The sensation of dried blood in long hair was gross at best and grim at worst. While Feng Wu could rationalise all of this into some kind of act of service, a way of showing that he cared, it still didn’t dispell her discomfort with having to accept it. 

Though, the fact she did, maybe said more about her and the person she’d developed into over the last few years, than she realised. Would the Feng Wu he met in the Border City have let him help like this? Hell. No. She’d rather have died then trust anyone to help. 

Carefully, she took her fingers to damp hair, attempted to detangle it. At leat it gave her something to focus on for a moment, before she had to deal with the fall out of losing a fight she should never have lost in the first place. A soft sigh left her. It bothered her, deeply. It wasn’t the first fight she had lost, wouldn’t be the last, but this was upsetting. Triggering. It poked at a feeling deep within in chest that she hadn’t felt for a long time. 

Betryal. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked at him, for a moment she pondered just how pathetic and sad this entire picture must have looked. Even though she would never have thought the same of him if the roles were reversed. 

“No one should have known I was there.” Someone had leaked it. Which left her with a hundred more questions she didn’t really want the answers to.

[coffinseas]

Xue Yang wasn't sure why the old woman insisted on him putting up a market stall when no one came around, and most likely never would come around, these parts. As if putting it near the entrance of the town would make any difference! The fog was thick and bothersome, fog that had only reappeared when he had, and the land was marked as cursed as a result; nobody would come here willingly.

And besides, who would want to buy talismans from a place like this? They would surely only bring bad luck— yet the old bat had said it would give him something to do, and had insisted he leave her alone for a while and busy himself with this instead.

Said it would drive more commerce if he advertised her shop, too.

What was wrong with how they'd been doing it before? Why did people have to come here, instead of him delivering the goods to any nearby towns? Surely she was just having him do this to laugh at him later. Get back at him for... Well, everything, really.

And yet, despite all these thoughts, he saw someone move within the fog. Taken utterly by surprise, he would've laughed if he hadn't thought it was most likely because they were lost, and he was about to call out to them...

When the fog dispersed enough to give him a glimpse of who they were.

Breath caught in his throat as his heartbeat spiked, he stepped away from the comically placed stall and let the swirling gray engulf him.

@legendwrote

[devilgcd]

Misery & Company

@legendwroteenwrote said-❛  no matter how hard i try, i can't forget about love.  ❜ (from Liu Qianqiao)

It was festival it was supposed to be something fun loving, and light. Her mood seemed to reflect his own. Albeit for different reasons.

She could not forget about love, and he wondered often what it was truly about. He moved slowly his actions not threatening as he took seat and produced a pair of earthenware pots of brown, golden and red presenting her with one of them and a sake cup.

"As much as I would like to say I understand." he said to her as he caught his flowing sleeve in hand and poured the fine lotus liquor into his cup. "I can't, I have long wondered at love, I have seen it reflected around me. I have seen those who would die for one another, and yet" he breathed softly bringing the small delicate cup to his lips the look on his face thoughtful. "I confess to not understanding it." A sip followed politely as he inquired "Tell me about it, about your love ?" he asked "Was it the kind to kindle a heart to light a fire within the soul lanterns or was it an inferno to burn all things that touched it, as I do not understand it well on a personal level, I have watched those that love around me weather the storm of passion and desire". He watched the lights of the lanterns reflect off the liquid in the cup. "Of course there is always, the betrayal of one who claims to love you , I could not hold a grudge but I felt anger...I think you of all people understand that part...but can you tell me what it is to feel love back for someone ?"

[baijingshen]

@legendwrote​ sent: ❛ why don’t we just stay here? live out the rest of our lives? ❜ (ZZS for WKX - probably at Four Seasons manor? :3)

Zhou Zishu rarely speaks his mind so freely, even now that all secrets between them have been lifted (well, almost all of them). It leaves Wen Kexing uncharacteristically speechless, his features betraying honest surprise that quickly melts into an expression of unadulterated affection. The return to Four Seasons Manor has brought back a will to life in Zhou Zishu that he lacked before, making him appear both younger and healthier than he has since the day they met. His eyes were lovely before but now they shine with hope and Wen Kexing can’t remember ever having seen anything more beautiful.

It’s a good question - it’s the perfect question - and for a few blissful moments, it does nothing but flood his mind and heart with the kind of joy only true and genuine love can create. After his childhood had been taken from him so cruelly he only ever saw death in his future - that of others and eventually his own. He may have craved the closeness and love of a soulmate but he didn’t believe himself lucky enough to actually find it in this life. Being here with Zhou Zishu now, being allowed to hold his hand and hear his voice, knowing his sweet words are meant for him and no one else.. it feels like a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from ever again.

And maybe he doesn’t have to. Maybe this can be their shared dream; within the safety and comfort of Four Seasons Manor, amidst all-knowing flowers and memories of better times. Maybe they can keep the gates closed and lock out the world outside that has taken far too much from both their happiness already. What do they really need in this life besides each other (and perhaps the little lost boy they’ve both welcomed into their hearts long ago)?

Wen Kexing smiles a warm smile that lights up his eyes and before Zishu can protest, he wraps his arms around his middle and pulls him closer. With his cheek pressed against the warmth of Zishu’s chest he closes his eyes and drinks in the feeling of having him so close. Tomorrow he will remember that a revenge unfinished is a revenge better never started; tomorrow he will remember his filial duty. But tonight.. tonight he wants to dream.

“Just you and me,” Wen Kexing says quietly, his fingers curling into Zhou Zishu’s robes as he loses himself in the vision. “Until our hair turns white like the snow on Mount Changming.” It feels real, within reach if he just dares to hold out his hand. “I want that, A-Xu. More than I ever wanted anything.”

[archivedsizhui]

He didn't mean to drip blood on the carpet of the Blue Swan Tea House, but he really didn't have much of a choice. He had not even been looking for trouble, but it had found him. "Ah--A-Yi." he called as he leaned heavily into the frame his hand kept pressure on the wound but he needed medical attention.

"I think that the disturbance we are here to investigate is quite real--I didn't even see what hit me--I didn't sense it." this was more disturbing to Lan Sizhui than the blood drop that were like petals on the white floor. He loosened robes as he moved into the room. "I think I might need some assistance." had his voice sounded a little off. He thought so, but shock was wearing off now and he was in pain. Even as his brain was trying to process the cause of the attack. White robes were tinged with pink as they dropped to his feet. His inner hanfu and sleep hanfu followed into the pile. So he was in a simple undershirt and pants. "You're going to have to treat me, love." he knew how his husband thought he did not give himself much credit. Sizhui was always going to be his biggest cheerleader. @legendwrote | liked for a starter.

[caelestcs]

@legendwrote sent: lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them (to Boya from Qingming :3)

Like most things when it came to Qingming, the situation started innocently enough and quickly evolved into a tangled mess. Boya felt blood rushing in his ears, obscuring everything except the small, somewhat sharp intakes of breath – the Yin Yang master was surprisingly conscious, despite the wound at his side, and Boya wanted to rage at him for being careless, for not valuing his life over some demon’s; because to Boya, he was worth all and more. And so he let Qingming hear all of his opinions on the matter, while he was bandaging the injury. 

They were in a one-horse town, in an inn that’s seen better days or even decades, and Boya felt no mercy as he tightened the bandages, ignoring a small sound that escaped the other man, and finally - finally - looked up at him. 

“You’re an idiot.” He finished his tirade and realized he should move away. Yet something invisible held him in place, the way Qingming’s eyes regained some of the usual gleam, the way he relaxed on a shabby bed as if he knew his friend will take care of him, and Boya was forever weak for the man. The tension between them wasn’t a new thing, it seemingly followed them around like a shadow, seeping into their interactions to the point where Boya couldn’t tell if it were his own feeling he was projecting onto Qingming, or if perhaps it was mutual. He took a deep breath, Qingming’s lips twitched into a smile, and something in Boya loosened. He was expecting to break one of these days, like a string pulled too tight. But as his hand moved to cradle his beloved’s cheek, Boya couldn’t detect any negative emotion attached to the act. 

There was only devotion and awe, fingers gingerly caressing the soft skin, which would likely be marred by a bruise come morning, like an ink stain spilled on silk. He leaned ever closer, encouraged by arms that circled him as he moved, and pressed his lips to the gentle curve of Qingming’s jaw. His breath caught in his throat and he felt lightheaded - he was crossing most of the lines he himself set. It was one thing to grasp Qingming’s hand during a crucial moment, or cradle him close when the Yin Yang master exhausted himself; but they always tiptoed around each other without breaking the tentative boundaries. There will be ramifications to his actions, Boya knew that, but as the white bandage was stained with red and the hands trembled against his back, he discovered new courage in himself. 

He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against Qingming’s, and they both exhaled at once. It wasn’t a kiss, not a true one, this tentative touch was the last hurdle between them - and while Qingming sagged against him and Boya’s own fingers sank into the silky smooth hair, they both held on by sheer willpower. Boya could move away, pretend this moment of weakness didn’t happen, and Qingming could go to sleep with the trusted security the hunter will watch over him. So many possibilities to backtrack. And then Boya looked up, meeting the wide eyes of his still-friend, and all thoughts of simple friendship fled his mind. There was hunger in that gaze, the same hunger that rattled his chest, hoping to escape and consume him. And he knew there was no going back. 

He surged forward, his mouth meeting the plushness of Qingming’s lips properly this time, and he didn't even bother to hide an embarrassing sound that was drawn from him. All that mattered was the light scent of cinnamon that permeated the air surrounding the other master, and the wild beating of his heart as it tried to find a new home with his lover - and he was, a lover, someone who Boya adored and loved and desired. He pressed ever closer, delighting at Qingming’s taste on his lips, the warmth of a familiar form curled into his own, and for a second he wished to stop time, to keep his idyllic feeling forever locked between them; no interruptions, no consequences, just them and the unreserved kiss that broke down all of Boya’s walls. 

But the selfishness passed and he pulled back - close enough to still share the same breath, and he fought to keep himself from delving right back. His lungs were burning and given Qingming’s state, he probably didn’t need the added strain. Still, he couldn’t simply leave, and any apology died a horrible death on his tongue. His entire being rebelled against the idea of being remorseful. So instead, Boya pressed a quick peck to the corner of Qingming’s mouth, once again meeting the dark gaze - so precious and bright, half-lidded in unconcealed pleasure and amusement, and Boya felt redness climb to his cheeks. 

“You’re still an idiot.”

[ofpsyche]

this is not really roleplay related but mostly a love post where i tell thank my mutuals very much because there is a few people on here that have followed me all the way from lotusseeds to ofpsyche when i came back into the irpc and i know i take forever, am slow and sometimes take over a year to reply to things but i want you all to know you mean the world to me and i am happy that i have met you whether we have written a lot, plotted a lot, made up a whole new world and verse and i just want to remind you you are amazing, loved and please stay hydrated. !!! ♥ mwha!

@battleguqin @legendwrote @animalf4rm @asoulunbound @xxj0kerxx

@dreams-of-fate @mythvoiced @jeoseungsaja

you people in particular!! ♥ you are all so incredibly talented writers and i just enjoy seeing you guys on my dash and interact with y'all!!!! ♥

but also everyone i haven't mentioned here. thank you for keeping up with my dumb ass, alriight!!!

[derelictsouls]

this is a friendly reminder that i am potato and you all are amazing and i miss you all! kiss kiss. i hope you have a wonderful day my frens!

@battleguqin @legendwrote @meonq @dreams-of-fate @mythvoiced @jeoseungsaja @asoulunbound @evcryopeneye @indulgentia @xxj0kerxx

[adversitybloomed]

MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISMS GUIDE

EYES: avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking

HANDS: clasps behind back,  rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort,  places face in hands when exasperated,  places face in hands when exhausted,  places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by

MOUTH: chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles,  bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused

LEGS:  bounces leg when nervous,  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps 

HAIR:  runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face

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[battleguqin]

cuckoo-among-beasts asked:

20. does your muse have any pre-bedtime rituals or routines (like facial care, meditation, shower, medications, etc)? do they have any pre-bedtime activities like reading, playing video games, going on their phone, etc?

Sizhui have several rituals and routines, before bed he has to roll Jingyi @legendwrote out of his spot, because no matter how much space he has he is always sprawled over both beds.

He checks around the house before he goes to bed, you could say that he prowls the area just to make sure all things are safe and sound. This is doubly so in any verse he has a relationship, and most especially children. ( Can't allow them to go escape into the night, or to bite someone, call the apocalypse or worse )

In his past verses he reads medical texts until he sleeps. In modern verses he reads what ever his friends have posted to their discord and tries to keep mortal combat from happening while he was at work, and before he sleeps. Sizhui always bathes before bed, he brushes his hair. If he braids it before bed, it actually holds the waves and it drives him crazy. So all braids come out.

25. are their any conditions in where your muse absolutely cannot fall asleep (ex. bug in the room, temperature, smell, etc)?

If it is too hot, he is wide awake. If he is treating someone he will not sleep, he is too caught up in caring for the person. If there is a ghost in the room if it wants his attention he can't sleep.

35. where was the weirdest place your muse has fallen asleep?

As a teenager he slept in the vegetable bin. He got home late, didn't want to wake anyone and it was comfy and smelled like carrots, and he like carrots so ---