#miè writes

[lvminisciel]

kiss me goodnight

Even this pain could not distract me from the thought of you

pt. 1 | pt. 2

pairings: mallesil, implied malleyuu

warning: angst, nsfw, mcd. dead dove: do not eat, woundfucking

The silence was deafening. Many would deem meeting the Lord of Briar, especially after such catastrophe, terrifying. People throughout the land knew their Lord was mourning ever since, grieving over the lost of Their Majesty themself. The sun has not peeked even  once, thunderstorms and black cloud ensues, crops failing everywhere. Silver knew he has to do something, he has to, else the kingdom whom he and his father once loved will be descended into ruin. Yet none of the people dared to request their presence upon The Great Lord, either out of loyalty or plain fear disguised under the cloak of devotion.

Today, he stands upon the door of His Lord’s throne room, requesting his presence formally, even though he knew that wouldn’t be needed at all. Both he, Sebek and his father always had free access of this room ever since Malleus ascended from his role as The Crown Prince, yet he does it anyway. He took a deep breath as the grand door opens, revealing two thrones which was left empty. Silver stepped into the huge room. As he approached the center, a flash of green emerges, and along with it, His Lord. He knelt down on one knee, hand on his chest, while the other lies on his back. There was a moment before he stoop his head low, voice stern and dignified, 

‘Dear Lord, I wish to offer myself as a makeshift of your sorrow’ 

It’s as if the world around them stops moving. The air was still, if a single needle were to fall right now, Silver believes it would echo the whole room. His Lord was still levitating a few meters away  from him, before words finally escape his thin-dark lips

‘Rise’ 

So did Silver, raising his head to meet his Lord’s gaze, and was shaken in an instant.

It was an expression he never saw in his Lord before. Heck, he even thinks he never saw him like that when he was still the plain Malleus, with no country or people to rule, back when he still have a handful of freedom between his hands. The face of clear desperation and sorrow, that penetrates far between his facade of nobility and distinguished presence. His heart aches at the view, why of course. The great catastrophe had costed a thousand lives, billion even. Losing his people, and all his loved ones while maintaining dignity to rule over people regardless of his pain. If he’s scarred, then his Lord must be wounded. If he’s feeling a twinge of ache, then his Lord must’ve been in greater pain, ones much greater than his. 

His Lord materialized his staff on his hand, and with a low thud, all his retainers pardoned themselves outside the room. Only then the voice he recognized well ever since his early childhood reverberates

‘Silver’

He listens intently. He knows his Lord has got much more to say.

‘What can one do, to relieve this pain and agony?’

‘Anything.’

‘Anything?’

‘Anything. I would do anything, My Lord, to ease your grief and suffering. 

Please, use me as you please.  I would be delighted to indulge, body and soul.’ 

Body and soul, Silver winces. Body and soul that don’t even belong to him from the very start. His whole being, every strand of hair and inside of his mind belonged to his father and his father only. He would gladly trade his soul for his father’s well-being, happiness, to extend his lifeline, or as simple as to serve a plate to his tastes, anything. Anything for his father, for he always belonged to him. 

But life is not always that simple. And as much as he wants to stay with his father forever, even residing in his deathbed until the reaper comes for him too, the world just chose to disagree. As much as he wants to, his father would despise it, for all he ever asked in his long life towards Silver was to not give up on living. 

But how can he live life without his father? 

Ever since his father left for the Land of the Red Dragons, he would always sent him letters. Telling stories of any happenings in the Land of  Thorns, or any minor changes in their cottage. How his friends and the people from Night Raven College are doing after graduation. Sometimes he travels overseas too, following his father’s footsteps, telling everything he discovered along his journey in the form of words. He would write frequently, without miss, knowing that the place his father chose to resides is still untouched of modern technology.

His father used to write back to him just as much. About his travels there, the people he met, how the children that used to play around his abode made him reminisce about Silver's childhood back in the day. There were so much things to share with his beloved son, many things to tell even if they're billion feets apart. He would reassure that he's doing good everytime, that there's nothing to worry about and that Silver can stay wherever he wants without needing to worry about him. 

But one day, the letters are coming to a halt. Silver no longer receive replies as frequent, even though he will still receive one during his birthday each year without miss, even though it’s  only filled with wishes for his well-being and none of its contents answered his questions nor is  aligned with the previous letters. 

The catastrophe had elapsed, and not even in those dire situations did his father return

His father wouldn’t leave his son and his beloved pupils to face such dangers alone. 

Not when he’s still breathing

Not when he can use his body as a fae shield

Not when he’s alive

Silver’s not a fool, Deep down he knew, realized that his father may be long gone. Without him on his side. Or his beloved ones. Or his disciple. All alone in a faraway land, where no news of his passing would reach their ears. 

Perhaps that’s what his father planned long ago, when he tried to leave Night Raven College

But what about him? What about Silver, your beloved son? That you hold dear the moment you laid your eyes on him, amidst the darkest thorns? That you raised and nurtured  with utmost genuine love you had never received nor believed you were capable of? What will become of him, now that you’re gone? Do you know how I always, always belonged to you father, my one and only, as  I will forever be your one and only son? What, how-  how would you expect me to live without your presence? Who will soothe me? Who will cradle me in his arms no matter how big I have grown? Who will find me amidst the dark forest during a thunderstorm just to bring me home, back to the warmth of your embrace? Where will I return to? Where is home when there is no you inside? 

Father, it is not that I am incapable of living

I am merely incapable of living in a world without you in it.

If only his father was here. Perhaps the catastrophe wouldn’t become such atrocious turns of events, perhaps many lives could be saved with his father’s abilities. Perhaps his life wouldn’t be led astray. Perhaps living wouldn’t feel as horrible, maybe-

‘We’re here.’ 

His Lord’s voice echoes in front of a huge gate underground, where they’ve been walking this whole time. Silver doesn’t know how far they’ve walked, or how deep they are beneath the surface, but no matter. The entrance creaked open, and along with it the torches inside the room lit up with bright green flames. The young Lord stepped inside, so he followed his footsteps. 

Inside were dolls, many many dolls. From wool, cotton, polyester of some kind, glass, plastic, wood..? Majority of them were mannequins, and Silver can’t help but realize that each and every doll bears some kind of resemblance

They all looked like Yuu- no, Their Highness. 

Both tread their path in silence, where they finally stopped in the heart of the room. There is a large banquet table full of distinct food atop of it, one that will not be found anywhere across the realm of Twisted Wonderland as none of them hailed from here. All which could only come into being along with the existence of the once infamous Ramshackle Prefect, which now people knew as the savior of the catastrophe

Far away in the middle, he sees something that doesn’t belong in the dinner table sitting prettily amidst the crowded cuisine:

A pair of doll

Unlike any other dolls in the room, this one was unique 

It was a gift from the Prefect on his Lord’s 179th birthday, just before his Lord left for his internship in the fourth year. One was supposedly made to resemble himself, and the other was made to resemble the creator. They would exchange their dolls everytime the other was away, as if to relieve their longing by having a miniature of each other. He himself knew because his Lord was exhilarated by this gift, claiming it as one of his most prized possessions. He would bring it with him everywhere and boast it to every person he met, until his father advised him, saying the doll would get damaged faster if he brought it with him everytime.

Now it all clicked in his head

This was his Lord’s attempt to relieve his grief. 

The Lord took a few steps back from the heart of the banquet, bringing the two dolls into the sides as if letting them watch. Silver, understanding the cue, proceeds to climb up the lavish table

‘Lie down’ ordered his Lord 

And so he does. 

With a slight wave of his Lord’s fingers, every single thread on Silver’s body dissipated into thin air.

‘How much are you willing to devote to me?’ asked his Lord, voice devoid of emotions 

‘As much as what my father offered for the kingdom’ 

There’s a pang in his chest on the single word that came from his mouth. His father. Father, father, father- 

A luminescent greenish hue envelopes his frame 

Father, will you return if I crave hard enough?

Sharp claw grazed his skin, slowly at first, before cutting a thin, fine line atop his chest 

Will you welcome me by the door after I’m done playing in the woods? 

Something gripped his chest, and as if on cue, his heart starts beating faster to the touch 

I’m lost, father. Are you on your feet to skim the forest for my presence? 

Enjoying the rhythm in his hands, he placed his face closer, as if to kiss it

Leaning down, he pressed it into his ears. Music soothes a pair of pointy ears, while the other pair weeps in silence

Then came out a sob

Plump tears mixed with the ones inside his body, streaks of translucent joining heaps of scarlet

His Lord was atop of him fully, right hand gripping his heart strong, while the other graze over his lungs

With a loud cry, black fingertips clutched harsh, bursting the lung beneath

Silver gasped, or at least tried to. It’s as if every last piece of oxygen was drained of this world 

His head flinched a bit, before laying helplessly on the other side of the table 

Father, I am in peril. Wouldn’t you come to my rescue now? 

He can feel the grip on his heart tightens. Muttering something along the lines of ‘if only I could give you a beating heart’ and ‘aint such alluring instrument befitting of your beauty, my dearest?’ 

I miss you. Father, please come. I’d do anything for not losing you

Fingers caressed his other lung, going around in circles 

Please. Please come back. I, by the Seven’s name, could not bear to live another day without you

Something pierced through him. Fierce at first, then replaced by something much firmer

Pounding gently, then getting rougher on each stab as if to keep up the pace

I’d trade my whole life for you, father 

It hurts. Everything hurts. He faintly heard whimpers atop of him, but the ache in his heart stings more than the ones on his body 

The motion accelerates as time goes, his already limp body thumping rhythmically with each pound

Your presence is all I ask. Is that too much to ask? 

A splutter. Something filled up his insides. Another fluid, this one much thicker in texture, joined the unsightly mixture of whatever various liquid entered his body since all of this started

I’d rather cease to exist in a world without you, father. 

A stray tear fall 

Even this pain could not distract me from the thought of you.

[lonelycloudscholar]

If you are not worthy of your place, you will have more than a house of good, and you will have more to celebrate.

The saying goes: If you don't deserve a place, you will have a lot of things.

One must have noble character to afford money, power, and reputation for these newspapers. Otherwise, they will surely be subjected to disaster.

[Zhou Yi] There is a cloud: ′′ Deity is thin, wisdom is small and big, strength is small and heavy, little is less than a thread."

In ′′ Chogen's ′′ it also says: ′′ The rich and reputation, from moral, such as the flowers in the mountains, is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one , like a bottle of flower, its root is not planted, it can stand and wait."

If morality is not worthy, it is difficult to be rich and rich for long, after all, man's virtue determines the fate of man.

To enjoy the newspaper, you must first fix your own morality. Xuude is the best way to change his life.

zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ

Fan Zhong-yang once said: The congenital worry and worry, the day after tomorrow will be happy!

The supreme realm of morality is to restore the body, the family, rule the country, and benefit the world. Only those who are mindful of the world will have a rich and honorable lasting.

Fan Zhong-yan during the Northern Dynasty period, was a famous literary, but he spent his whole life walking for the people

When he was an official in Taizhou, he saw the local sea turtles in disparage for years, often the sea water inversion accidents occurred, leaving the people displaced and

Fan Zhong-yan Xinsheng was intolerant, so the emperor built a wing to protect the people's peace. After playing, Fan Zhong-dang himself took the battle, leading the local people, and repaired the whale day and night.

However, halfway through the construction, the tsunami was encountered, and hundreds of people were killed and injured. Then, let the Imperial Court opponents, seized the handle, and one after another said that this was a warning from the sea gods, that they could no longer repair the moss.

Regarding the issue of ′′ fixing and not repairing there is a heated discussion within the Imperial Court, but the common people can't afford to wait. Fan Zhong-Yan, who is anxious, stood on the work site and waited, watching the sea water slowly fails to A slight step back.

In order to give back to the people a peaceful home, he insisted on forgetting his life and finally waited for the decision to fix it. After the tsunami was completed, there was no flooding again. Later, the local people were grateful for Fan Zhong-yan, and even more, they named the sea turtle ′′ Fan Gong-y

For this reason, Fan Zhong-Zhong-Fan received a gift, and bought a house in Suzhou, and asked Mr. Feng Shui to take a look at it. It turned out to be a feng shui treasure land. Fan Zhong-Zhong listened to it, and didn't Good luck to the people of the Lebanese people.

This moment, Fan Zhong-shuan, who was the heart of the people, was the family of the family, and was the official's bureau, all donated to the Fan family. When he died, he did not even have a decent coffin.

Since then, it has left the style of ′′ faithfulness to the world ′′ and became the Fan family training, so that the children and grandchildren, Sun Jianji, and the family can carry the year of the year!

It was Fan Zhong-yang who was in the world's spirit, passed on to the world, and let me wait for the future generations to study, work, and be human.

In ′′ Zhou Yi :"it says, ′′ The house of the good will have more celebration".

Those who upgrade their own morals, will receive the honor and wealth of riches, like wild flowers in the mountains, and the mountains are flourishing and flourishing. Not only do they have their own newspapers, they will also have descendants and descendants of Yu Qing

shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù

The idiom, ′′ Cheng-Ya, what can we lose is a good interpretation of Han Xin's life.

As we all know, Han Xin, is a famous founding meritor in the West Han, with unique leadership skills, never defeated in his life. It can be said that without Han Xin, there would be no Dahan Dynasty.

He was originally a man under Xiang Yu, and spent two years around Xiang Yu, and was only a guard. Because he could not be used again, he turned to Liu Bang. He was seen by the people who were looking at him and highly recommended to Liu Bang, and since then he was in war. The sandfield, by the good of the king, ascends to heaven.

Even Liu Bang sighs, ′′ Even a million army will win, and the attack will be taken, and it is not as good as Han Xin!"

After Han Xin assumed the office of the great general, the first gun was ′′ Ming Xiu's martial path, the darkest of the way ". Han Xin, who won the win. After that, it was even more unpackable. Within a few short years, Liu Bang took down half a mountain.

Everything came too smoothly, Han Xin became the capable general of Liu Bang's men, no one disobedient, he began to be proud and self-righteous.

Just when the Qi country was destroyed, Han Xin was greedy for merit, and he still took over the Qi Guo, which had already fallen, by surprise, to coerce Liu Bang and seal himself as king Qi. There was no way Liu Bang could only do the same.

At this time, Han Xin is like the sky. Even more, while Liu Bang and Xiang Yu were in the middle of the war, when he needed the support of Han Xin, he only kept his mouth up, and clearly asked Liu Bang for a seal.

Han Xin, who looks like the future, has done such injustice, again and again, and again, and again, challenge authority. Liu Bang has already hated him in his heart, but he also taboos his ability, and finally, he still doesn't know what to do. Kill Han Xin.

The Han Xin of the Lord of Gao-Zheng, can be said to have all the wealth of reputation status. But as a subject, they do not know how to converge themselves, avoid interests, and eventually fall into a different and three communities.

[Left Chuan] There is a saying, ′′ Many injustice will be taken from themselves, and a child will be treated ".

No matter how big you are, if you don't have a fear of morality, you will eventually go to destruction, it is only a matter of time.

In ancient times, no one wants to take a good reputation, build a business, and enjoy a wealthy reputation, but this kind of reputation is not unchanged and never broken in those who have no virtue.

Those who have been killed by a few, or those who are trying to find a position of power, will eventually become nothing.

And those who are truly virtuous do not care about their personal success or failure, honor and disgrace, but are in a hurry for the people to think about what the people think and do the truth for the people, and in the end they will gain a rich reputation.

miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng

Mencius :"Dodosuke, help".

If you don't get the support of the people, even if you stand tall and have more, you will eventually lose it.

In the end of the East Han year, Minister Dong Zhuo, Kwon-yan, held the power of the world, it can be said that the scenery was infinite, and he was eventually killed

He had no ancestors to protect, noble people to help each other. He was completely dependent on his personal efforts, and he was decisive and decisive all the way, and he established the Xilang army and became

However, at that time, the Imperial Court, the Horse Palace, the foreign relatives, the dictatorship, and the party of the palace, led the military to Beijing in order to save the Holy Driving, and after resolving the rebel party, Dong Zhuo became a vassal of power under one person and above

Once man has supreme power, he no longer wants to be subjected to man.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo forced the little Emperor Liu to argue the lower position, re-enacted Liu Association to offer emperor to Han, and truly implemented the heavens to make the priests, plus the army in his hands, and Dong Zhuo was even more fearless and did whatever he wanted, and he was willing to kill indiscriminately. Hands to cover the heavens.

Dong Zhuo, who is unshakable, not only does he allow his own men to rob people and women, but if any opponents appear, they are all considered to be disorganized and tortured, causing the people to complain and be hard to say.

In the end, the people were forced to endure it, and the-way priests fought against Dong Zhuo, and died at the hands of his son, Pub. When the news of Dong Zhuo's death came out, the people of the whole country celebrated with joy, it was seen that the people were just angry with Dong Zhuo.

It's just called, ′′ The people who get the heart of the world."

Dong Zhuo, who has lost the heart of the people, was pointed out by Wanfu His life was an infinite scenery, but this kind of reputation, which was derived from violence, was always a deed of morality.

Many times, how far a man can go is not in how much he has achieved, nor in how strong his ability is, but in how thick he is.

In life, your virtue, also determines your destiny, you can be without talent, but not deed. No man will seek disaster, and what you gain by power will be lost in the end by virtue.

To be born, to be expensive is to have virtue, only to be upright and good to people, can do virtue in the world.

Write at the end

It is said in the Book of Grain: ′′ The shallow waters do not swim, the great fish do not swim, and the shallow of the trees do not flash, and the thin of the earth does not produce great

Meaning, if the water is not deep, how can it attract big fish? If the trees are not lush, how can there be great darts to inhabit here? If our earth is not rich, how can there be great yields?

On the contrary, how can we carry things if our moral deeds are not heavy? You must know that giving will be rewarded, contentment will be happy, understanding gratitude life will become more and more smooth.

On the contrary, if virtue is not worthy, for what others have, we often go to envy, to compare, to discuss, to evaluate, and there will be disaster.

Remember, man is doing, heaven is watching, and no one can escape. For whatever cause you sow, you will get fruit, and the house of good will have more to celebrate, and the house of bad will have more.

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[wilddaydreamingcat]

The Untamed Episode 1- translation of Chinese subs

The Untamed - Episode 1

Please do not post this anywhere else, thank you.

[Sixteen Years Ago]

  Gossiper: Wei Wuxian is dead!

  Gossiper: That’s great news!

  Gossiper: It’s good that he’s been killed! That calls for a celebration indeed! If not for the Yunmeng Jiang Sect leading the extermination for the greater good, by combining their forces with the three great clans, Gusu Lan, Lanling Jin and Qinghe Nie, the scourge Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian would not have been killed on the spot.

  Gossiper: That’s right. Previously, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan took him in out of kindness. No one expected him to cause such calamity.*

*Translation note: 养虎为患 (yǎng hǔ wéi huàn): lit to nurture a tiger that invites calamity.

[Wei Ying, courtesy name – Wuxian]

  Gossiper: On the contrary, he openly defected and made an enemy out of every clan, and almost caused the entire Jiang Clan to be tragically destroyed. If I were Jiang Cheng, I would have stabbed him to death at the beginning.

  Cultivator: I’ve got the Stygian Tiger Amulet!

Cultivator: The Stygian Tiger Amulet!

[Lan Zhan, courtesy name – Wangji]

  Wei Wuxian: Lan Zhan. Let me go. Jiang Cheng.

[Jiang Cheng, courtesy name – Wanyin]

  Jiang Cheng: Wei Wuxian! Go and die!

  Storyteller: Speaking of Wei Wuxian, 16 years ago, he was once a talented young master of great repute amongst the cultivation clans. Becoming famous when young, he was such an impressive and unrestrained man. Yet, look what happened to him in the end. Falling off a cliff, his body never found. Consigned to eternal damnation with no hope of recovery.

________________________

[Sixteen Years Later]

  Lan Jingyi: Storyteller, according to what you said,

[Lan Jingyi, Gusu Lan Clan]

did the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian really die?

  Storyteller: He had indeed fallen off the cliff. However, in the past 16 years, despite having thoroughly searched the bottom of the cliff, young Clan Leader Jiang has never found his body.

[Lan Yuan, courtesy name – Sizhui]

It is rumoured that, the Yiling Patriarch had the ability to transform nature, cause utter chaos and destruction.* Therefore, although we’ve had 16 years of peace, who can say for certain that the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian will not return to life on this day?

*Translation note: 翻天灭地 (fān tiān miè dì): lit to overturn the skies and destroy the earth 移山倒海 (yí shān dǎo hǎi): lit move mountains and empty seas

[Yong Xian Pavilion]

  Strange person: Return! O soul! Go not to the realm below! Return! O soul! Go not to the realm below!

___________________________

[Mo Manor]

  Mo Xuanyu’s spirit: Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu!

  Wei Wuxian: Who? Who’s calling?

  Mo Xuanyu’s spirit: Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu!

  Wei Wuxian: Who? Who’s calling?

  Mo Xuanyu’s spirit: Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu!

  Wei Wuxian: Mo... Who’s Mo Xuanyu?

  Mo Xuanyu’s spirit: You are Mo Xuanyu. I’ve put all my effort into saving your life. From now on, you are Mo Xuanyu.

  Wei Wuxian: No, I’m not. I am...

  Mo Xuanyu’s spirit: I had no other choice. I did not want to use the Body Sacrificial Curse on you. However... they have bullied me beyond breaking point. Kill them for me. Kill them for me! Wei Wuxian, help me take revenge!

  Mo Servant: Hurry up! Let’s go.

  Wei Wuxian: Who’s this?

  Mo Servant: Get lost!

  Wei Wuxian: How dare you kick me, the Patriarch? You have a lot of nerve.

  Mo Ziyuan: How dare you tell on me! Do you really think that I’m afraid of your complaint? Just think, who gave you a place to live! Who gave you rice to eat! Who gave you money to spend!

[Mo Ziyuan]

So what if I took a few things from you? Everything you have is mine!

  Mo Servant: Young Master, we’ve smashed everything.

  Mo Ziyuan: That was quick. Did you find the cultivation tools?

  Mo Servant: This is all we found in this wrecked house.

  Mo Ziyuan: Hiding these torn up papers like treasure. You think you are great because you were with the Lanling Jin Clan for a few years? They are never going to acknowledge a bastard like you! Eventually, you still got driven out like a dog! As your cousin,* I’ll give you some advice. Don’t follow the example of your deadbeat mother. Stop daydreaming. Bitches will always be bitches. You will never climb your way into the glory of the Lanling Jin Clan.

*Translation note: subtitles use 表哥 (biǎo gē): older male cousin, indicating that Mo Ziyuan is actually older than Mo Xuanyu.

  Mo Servant: Young Master, the cultivators for the cleansing have arrived at the main hall. Madam asked you to come over.

  Mo Ziyuan: Good.

  Wei Wuxian: Mo Xuanyu, Mo Xuanyu. I was contented to be dead. Why did you save me? You even used the Body Sacrificial Curse on me. What kind of intense hatred did you have? Even so, as the Yiling Patriarch, I was a wretched ingrate, deranged and frenzied, perfectly suitable for exacting vengeance. One scar for one life. As long as his enemies are alive, these scars will never heal. Couldn’t you just let me stay dead.

  A-Tong: You...

  Wei Wuxian: I... I...

  A-Tong: I...what? Crazy Mo, who let you out? Get back inside now!

  Wei Wuxian: I...

I’m Mo Xuanyu?

  A-Tong: If you’re not Mo Xuanyu, who else would you be? Let me tell you, stop daydreaming. Even if you can climb to the highest position, you will always be a bastard.* Why aren’t you wearing that crappy mask today?

*Translation note: 你就算飞上枝头，也变不了凤凰。- lit ‘Even if you flew to the highest branch, you’ll never turn into a phoenix.’

  Wei Wuxian: Do I always wear a mask?

  A-Tong: Hey nutcase, while you’re still sane right now, why not tell me, what did the Lanling Jin Clan do to you? Why did you change so much after returning from that Carp Tower? Since then, you’re either powdering your face or wearing a mask. What? Too ashamed?

  Wei Wuxian: How old was I when I went to Carp Tower?

  A-Tong: Thirteen years old. Why are you asking this?

  Wei Wuxian: Nothing. I’m going off now.

  A-Tong: Where are you going? I...you, come back here! How dare you run off! I... will

  Wei Wuxian: The peanuts are not as tasty compared to 16 years ago.

  Mo servant: Recently, something evil has been causing trouble. Many people have been killed. Madam has long expected your visit. This way please.

  Wei Wuxian:  What a coincidence. The Gusu Lan Clan arrived right after Mo Xuanyu saved me. Is he here as well?

[Xiao Ao Dong Hall]*

*Translation Note: 啸 (xiào): whistle 傲 (ào): brave/proud 东 (dōng): east 轩 (xuān): hall/pavilion Erm... translated as Eastern Hall of Whistling Pride?

  Madam Mo: Please accept our thanks, cultivation masters, for coming to Mo Manor to cleanse evil spirits. I have long heard that members of the Gusu Lan Clan are well instructed on morals, and elegant in bearing. I have seen for myself today that your reputation is truly well-deserved.*

*Translation Note: Madam Mo speaks very formally here; hence I’ve tried to write in formal English (no short forms, no apostrophes, businesslike language) here to reflect her politeness. She gets very rude later on though.

  Master Mo:  Indeed, indeed.

[Master Mo] [Madam Mo]

  Madam Mo: Speaking of which, the Mo Clan has an affinity with the cultivation masters, unlike other commoners. Our household has a junior member who had once received instruction from a cultivation clan. If the cultivation masters here could stay over for a few days, our clan...

  Wei Wuxian: I’m here! I was wondering who called me. In the Mo Clan, aren’t I the one who has the most affinity with cultivators?

  Madam Mo: Who let him out? Get rid of him, quickly.

  Master Mo: Get lost.

  Wei Wuxian: I... I’m not leaving!

  Onlooker: Look.

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not leaving! Not leaving! I’m not leaving here!

  Onlooker: How embarrassing.

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not leaving, not leaving!

  Mo Ziyuan: Leave now!

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not leaving, not leaving!

  Mo Ziyuan: Leave!

  Wei Wuxian: Let go!

  Mo Ziyuan: LEAVE!

  Wei Wuxian: Let go of me! Not leaving! I’m not leaving!

  Mo Ziyuan: Leave!

  Wei Wuxian: Let go of me! I’m not leaving! Stop pulling me!

  Wei Wuxian: Let go of me! I...

  Mo Ziyuan: Leave! Get lost now!

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not going back!

  Mo Ziyuan: Leave! Stop going crazy!

  Madam Mo: My nephew has been mentally ill since young. Please, I hope you do not mind this.

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not going back!

  Mo Ziyuan: Mo Xuanyu, you damned nutcase! Get lost, or you’ll get it from me later! A-Tong, get rid of him now!

  Wei Wuxian: I’ll go if you want. But only if you returned the things you stole from me.

  Mo Ziyuan: Nonsense! When did I ever steal from you? Why the hell would I steal from you?

  Wei Wuxian: Fine! You didn’t steal! You robbed me!

  Onlooker: Look at this person.

  Onlooker: What’s happening?

  Onlooker: Look at this.

  Onlooker: How can this be?

  Onlooker: It’s so embarrassing.

  Wei Wuxian: It hurts! It hurts! Come here and see this! I don’t want to live anymore!

  Onlooker: This...seriously...

  Wei Wuxian: Madam Mo was filled with hatred and gathered the entire household to bully me, her nephew!

  Mo Ziyuan: I didn’t kick him.

  Wei Wuxian: I don’t want to live anymore!

  Onlooker: This footprint. There’s no way Mo Xuanyu can kick himself, right? After all, he is still a blood relation of the Mo Clan. Your relatives are so cruel!

  Onlooker: That’s true. When he first returned home, he wasn’t this crazy. He was most likely driven mad.

  Onlooker: Right.

  Mo Ziyuan: You damned madman! Who gave you so much guts? Shut the hell up!

  Wei Wuxian: I can shut up, once you return the things you took from me. Or you can kneel down and kowtow a few times to me.

  Onlooker: What a scandal!

  Wei Wuxian: Did all of you see this? He stole my things and beat me up! He has no conscience!

  Lan Sizhui: Young master, you can speak openly to us.

  Madam Mo: Master cultivator, this is my sister’s son. He is mentally ill. The entire household knows about it. He’s been like this since young and often talks nonsense. Please don’t take it seriously.

  Wei Wuxian: How dare you say that my words can’t be taken seriously. I’ll say this again. From now on, if anyone dares to steal my things again, I’ll break one of your arms. You hear that?

  Mo Ziyuan: You!

  Master Mo: Stop this!

  Wei Wuxian: Everyone, I’m leaving now. Excuse me.

  Onlooker: Now what?

  Onlooker: Let’s go.

  Lan Sizhui: Madam Mo, let us discuss our business. We ask for your permission to use your west courtyard tonight. Please remember not to walk around the premises after night fall. And more importantly, do not go near that courtyard.

  Madam Mo: Yes. Thank you for your hard work.

  Mo Ziyuan: Mother! This madman maligned me in front of everyone! I’m not letting this go! Didn’t you say before that he’s just a bastard!

  Madam Mo: Shut your mouth!

  Mo Ziyuan: This madman is so dead!

  Madam Mo: Master cultivator, this way.

  Wei Wuxian: Why does it taste like water? Do I really have to kill off the entire clan?

  Mo servant: This way.

  Wei Wuxian: The Stygian Lure Flag?

Lan Sizhui: Everyone, come over here. Later, both of us will be at the west rooftop. The two of you will be at the east rooftop. Let’s go up and do a reconnaissance. We should try to arrange the Stygian Lure Flags at the high points around the roof. After placing them... ...at midnight...

  Wei Wuxian: Although all the cultivation clans wanted me dead, the things made by the Yiling Patriarch are still being used.

  Lan Sizhui: ...if they come from the east... we can converge against them at all four directions. Take care not to alarm the residents of Mo Manor. Also, we need someone to guard the corridor here and that roof over there. Remain vigilant at all times. Keep calm and focused. Do not get affected by evil energy.

  Lan Jingyi: What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. Stop it! You’re not allowed to take that!

  Wei Wuxian: No! I must have this!

  Lan Jingyi: Return it, otherwise I’ll hit you!

  Wei Wuxian: I won’t return it! I must have this!

  Lan Sizhui: Jingyi, it’s all right. Just talk to him gently and take it back. There’s no need to argue.

  Lan Jingyi: I’m not intending to hit him anyway. Look at him, he’s messed up the formation.

  Wei Wuxian: The motifs are drawn correctly and the spell lines are not lacking. There are no errors. This will work without problems. However, the person who drew this lacked experience. This incantation will only attract evil spirits at most at a distance of five li (about 2.5 kilometres). It should be enough.

  Lan Sizhui: Young Master Mo, it’s getting dark soon. We are about to start capturing evil spirits, so you should hurry back to your room. It’s dangerous at night. No matter what you hear tonight, please do not come outside. Young Master Mo, what’s wrong?

  Wei Wuxian: It’s just a crappy flag! Who cares! I can draw better than all of them!

  Lan Jingyi: He really is a nutcase.

  Lan Sizhui: Don’t say that. Let’s just finish our job.

  Lan Jingyi: Let’s go. We’ll have a look over there. Look over there, the flag formation should start from there and continue all the way here.

  Lan disciple: Over there?

  Lan Jingyi: Yes.

  A-Tong: Young Master, the cultivators told us not to go outside and not to come to the west courtyard.

  Mo Ziyuan: How do I get back at him if I don’t come here? Go, get that black flag for me.

  A-Tong: But the cultivators said...

  Mo Ziyuan: Idiot. They are just afraid that someone would steal their precious cultivation items, that’s why they frightened us on purpose. Look at those cultivators, they are all holding a black flag. Hurry up and go!

  A-Tong: Young Master, I got the flag.

  Mo Ziyuan: Let’s go.

  Lan Sizhui: Jingyi, this tune seems very familiar. It sounds like a melody from Gusu. Did we hear it from somewhere?

  Lan Jingyi: That’s unlikely, it’s being played so horribly. I haven’t heard it before.

  Wei Wuxian: Lan Zhan.

  Mo Servant: Drag him out and report him to the officers!

  Mo Servant: Yes!

  Mo Servant: Right!

  Master Mo: What officers? Beat him to death!

  Mo Servant: Yes!

  Wei Wuxian: It hurts!

  Mo Servant: Move!

  Wei Wuxian: Be gentler!

  Master Mo: What’s happening?

  Mo Servant: I don’t know either, Master.

  Wei Wuxian: I’m done for. The Mo household has never seen Mo Xuanyu as an adult, but the members of the Gusu Lan Clan may recognise me.

  Master Mo: What should we do now?

  Lan Sizhui: Young Master Mo, why don’t you get up?

  Master Mo: Ziyuan!

  A-Tong: Master cultivator!

  Wei Wuxian: A puppet.

  Mo Servant: What should we do, Master?

  Master Mo: This...

  Madam Mo: Yuan-er!* It’s you! Definitely you!

*Translation Note: Madam Mo calls the last character of Mo Ziyuan’s name and adds 儿 (ér = child) to it as a form of endearment and familiarity. In wuxia stories, the parents often use that way to address their children.

  Lan Jingyi: He’s being possessed by an evil spirit!

  Lan Sizhui: It’s not that simple. Look at the black veins on his neck, it looks like some kind of special markings.

  A-Tong: No. He murdered two people within the time of one incense stick!* Master cultivator, save us!

*Translation note: One stick of incense: An ancient way of measuring time in a lot of wuxia stories. One stick of incense = 15-30 min of time.

  Wei Wuxian: Stop!

  Lan Sizhui: Madam Mo!

  Madam Mo: He turned my son into this! Why are you stopping me?

  Wei Wuxian: Why would I have anything to do with your son becoming like this?

  Lan Sizhui: Madam Mo, your son’s condition is due to damage of his spiritual senses. It is caused by evil spirits. This person did not do it.

  Madam Mo: What would you know? This madman’s father is a cultivator! He has learnt a lot of evil spells! I...

  Lan Sizhui: Madam Mo, there is no proof, so...

  Madam Mo: Proof? My son becoming like this, isn’t it proof? This madman said if Yuan-er touched his things, he would break one of his arms! How pitiful, Our Yuan-er has never stolen any of his things. He has not only framed my son, he’s even caused him so much harm!

  Wei Wuxian: You brought this on yourself.* You even dared to steal these things. No wonder you got possessed by evil spirits.

*Translation Note: 自作孽不可活- 自 (zì) -self 作孽 (zuò niè) -does evil 不可 (bù kě) -cannot/should not 活 (huó) -live lit: One who does evil deserves death

  Madam Mo: Yuan-er, my poor Yuan-er. What on earth did you do to my son?

  Lan Sizhui: Do not worry, he is merely unconscious.

  Madam Mo: You useless things! What kind of cultivators are you! Can you even cleanse evil spirits! You can’t even protect a child!

  Wei Wuxian: Ptooi! (spitting sound) You really treat these people as your servants? They journeyed here over a long distance to help you cleanse evil spirits without asking for a single cent. May I ask how old is your son? He should be around twenty this year, right? Doesn’t he understand human language? Wasn’t he told repeatedly last night not to touch anything here and not to go to the courtyard? On the contrary, he went out to sneak around.* It’s his fault, not mine!

*Translation Note: 偷鸡摸狗 tōu jī mō gǒu: lit to imitate the dog and steal chicken (idiom)

  Madam Mo: You... Go, call everyone here! Why are you blanking out? Go!

  Master Mo: Get lost!

  Madam Mo: What are you doing? How dare you disobey! Get out!

  A-Tong: Master, let’s go.

  Madam Mo: Get lost! A-Ding, help the young master to his room, hurry!

  Mo Servant: Young Master.

  Mo Servants: Madam!

  Mo Servants: Madam!

  Lan Jingyi: What on earth is this thing?

  Lan Sizhui: This evil spirit is savage, we must send a signal to Hanguang-Jun quickly.

  Mo Servants: Madam!

  Wei Wuxian: Hanguang-Jun? Are you talking about Hanguang-Jun, Lan Zhan?

  Lan Jingyi: But Hanguang-Jun did not tell us where he was going before he left.

  Wei Wuxian: Wait a moment, did you say Hanguang-Jun is nearby?

  Lan Sizhui: It doesn’t matter. Let’s discuss after we send the signal.

  Wei Wuxian: Wait a moment, there no need to bother Hanguang-Jun.

  Lan Jingyi: But what should we do if he doesn’t arrive on time? We don’t even know what on earth this is.

  Wei Wuxian: Really, there’s no need to bother him, I can resolve this.

  Lan Sizhui: We must defend till our last breath and wait for him.

  Wei Wuxian: I say... Looks like I need to resolve this quickly. These black veins are obviously traces left behind by the Stygian Tiger Amulet. However, the Amulet’s already been destroyed. What on earth is causing evil here?

  Mo Servant: A-Tong, you’ve woken up.

  Wei Wuxian: Get back! Look at his neck.

  Mo Servant: There’s a ghost! A ghost! There’s a... There’s an invisible ghost here! It’s him... He’s the one who made A-Tong strangle himself to death!

  Wei Wuxian: There’s no ghost.

  Lan Sizhui: Everyone quiet! Their left arms are all broken.

  Lan Jingyi: This madman. How can you still laugh at this moment?

  Wei Wuxian: I’m not.

  Lan Jingyi: Stop making a scene, no one will bother with you.

  Wei Wuxian: He’s not Mo Ziyuan’s father, and that’s not A-Tong.

  Lan Sizhui: Why?

  Wei Wuxian: Their hands. None of them are left-handed. They always hit me with their right hands. I’m very clear about this point.

  Lan Jingyi: What’s there to be proud of? You look so pleased with yourself.

  Lan Sizhui: I see. The evil spirit hid in their left hands. Can I trouble all of you to raise up your left hands. It’s afraid of our protective talismans. Take off your robes!

  Wei Wuxian: Wake up, it’s time to work.

  Lan Sizhui: Jingyi!

[Lan Zhan, courtesy name – Wangji]

  Lan Jingyi: Hanguang-Jun!

  Wei Wuxian: So he still dresses like he’s in mourning.*

*Translation note: In China, mourning clothes are usually in white, which is the colour of Lan Zhan’s usual robes.

  Lan disciples: Hanguang-Jun!

  Lan Sizhui: Hanguang-Jun, That thing was utterly savage, what manner of evil spirit was that?

  Lan Wangji: This is not an evil spirit. It is the spiritual entity of an exceptional spiritual weapon that was hiding within a sword, most likely a sword spirit.

  Lan Jingyi: An exceptional spiritual weapon? Why does it have so much resentment?

  Lan Sizhui: Hanguang-Jun, this is...

  Lan Wangji: The Stygian Tiger Amulet.

  Lan Sizhui: The Stygian Tiger Amulet? Do you mean that the sword spirit has traces of the Stygian Tiger Amulet?

  Lan JIngyi: During the battle at Nightless City, the Stygian Tiger Amulet was destroyed. Unless... Unless the Yiling Patriarch really did not die?

  Lan Sizhui: Where’s Young Master Mo?

  Lan Wangji: Wei Ying, is it really you?

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  Storyteller: Thank you, young sir. I didn’t expect that after telling the story of the Yiling Patriarch for three days, I would receive a piece of gold. I’m rich!

  Strange person: Return! O soul! Go not to the realm below! Return! O soul! Go not to the realm below!

  Wei Wuxian: There is one person left to take revenge on. I wonder who is it?

Translation Notes : 

The names of most objects, weapons and places will be the same as the Netflix translation to avoid confusion. E.g. Carp Tower (金麟台jīn lín tái), Stygian Tiger Amulet (阴虎符 yīn hǔ fú).

For all Chinese idioms and proverbs, I will try to translate the actual meanings within the context of the dialogue instead of using their literal translations.

仙师 (xiān shī) literally means ‘immortal master’. In Netflix, it is translated as ‘cultivator’. I am using ‘Master Cultivator’ as a polite way of address and ‘cultivator’ as an informal address.

The Netflix version translates 灵识 (líng shí) as ‘spirit cognition’. I have translated it as ‘spiritual sense’. I’m going to assume that ‘灵识’ is some kind of sense that everyone in CQL universe has in various degrees. Cultivators will have really well developed ‘灵识’ to help them sense evil and exterminate it. The exception is the spiritual weapon 灵识 which is translated as ‘spirit entity’. Since the sword spirit seems to be semi-sentient, it seemed more appropriate to treat it as an entity instead.

This series has a few characters that speak very formally, like an ancient Chinese textbook (esp. Lan Zhan), and some who speak very casually (E.g. Wei Ying). In this translation, Wei Ying’s dialogue is peppered with language short forms and apostrophes to reflect his casual way of speaking. I will try to switch to a slightly more archaic sentence structure to reflect formal Chinese language.

The line breaks mostly correspond to each line of mandarin subtitles within the episode. However, I have switched some around so that the English translation can make more sense and flow more smoothly.

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Chapter 1 (Part 9)

I found where the story records are being kept, so I blasted through the chapters of the game haha. So I won’t be using the 1-11.1 format to tell which part of the story I’m translating. I’ll change the style of post titles as well to match the story records from Chapter 2 onwards.

The story continues from number 15 of the story records, titled: ‘Ju Chun Yuan Fire’.

[路人甲] (Passerby A / Passerby Jia) 走水啦! 走水啦! 聚春苑走水啦! 好大的火-- zǒu shui la! Zǒu shui la! Jù chūn yuàn zǒu shui la! Hào dà de huǒ-- It’s on fire! It’s on fire! Ju Chun Yuan is on fire! It’s such a big fire--

[路人乙] (Passerby B / Passerby Yi) 快闪开! 火花都冒出来啦-- kuài shǎn kāi! Huǒhuā dū mào chū lái la-- Quickly get out of the way! Even sparks are coming out--

[鸡茸金丝笋] 易牙这家伙真是太可恶了! 奸计不成， 竟要拼个鱼死网破! Yì yá zhè jiāhuo zhēnshi tài kěwùle! Jiānjì bùchéng, jìng yào pīn gè yúsǐwǎngpò! This Yi Ya person is too vile! When evil schemes don’t succeed, then would actually go all out until either the fish dies or the net splits!

[郑春发] 这是怎么了... Zhè shì zěnmeliǎo... What’s wrong...

[Narration] 郑春发被周围的喧闹声唤醒了, 睁眼瞧见众人, 均是一脸凝重-- Zhèngchūnfā bèi zhōuwéi de xuānnào shēng huànxǐngle, zhēng yǎn qiáojiàn zhòngrén, jūn shì yī liǎn níngzhòng-- Zheng Chun Fa is awakened by the surrounding noise, and when he opens his eyes to see everyone, they all look solemn--

[郑春发] 好热啊……我在哪儿…… Hǎo r�� a……wǒ zài nǎ'er…… It's so hot... where am I...

[郑春发] 哎呀! 走水了! 前面是什么地方! 好大的火! Āiyā! Zǒu shui le! Qiánmiàn shì shénme dìfāng! Hào dà de huǒ! Oh my! It’s on fire! What place is up ahead? The fire is so big!

[鸡茸金丝笋] .....

[郑春发] 金丝少爷? 福公? 怎么没人说话呀…… Jīn sī shàoyé? Fú gōng? Zěnme méi rén shuōhuà ya…… Young Master Jin Si? Fu Gong? Why is no one saying anything....

[Narration] 郑春发摇摇晃晃从地上站起来。 抬头细看， 那被火焰包围的牌匾之中, 隐约写着 “聚春苑” 三个大字…… Zhèngchūnfā yáo yáohuàng huǎng cóng dìshàng zhàn qǐlái. Táitóu xì kàn, nà bèi huǒyàn bāowéi de páibiǎn zhī zhōng, yǐnyuē xiězhe “jù chūn yuàn” sān gè dàzì…… Zheng Chun Fa staggers and stands up from the ground. Rising his head and looking closely, in the plaque encircled by flames, there are indistinct writings of the three characters "Ju Chun Yuan"...

[郑春发] 这是聚春苑! ? 聚春苑走水了! ? 不行， 我得马上进去救火! Zhè shì jù chūn yuàn! ? Jù chūn yuàn zǒu shui le! ? Bùxíng, wǒ dé mǎshàng jìnqù jiùhuǒ! This is Ju Chun Yuan!? Ju Chun Yuan is on fire!? No way, I must immediately go in and put out the fire!

3 options; 火势还不算大， 郑春发或许还有救! The fire is not big, Zheng Chun Fa could still be saved! 不可以见死不救， 大家一起去救他! We can’t stand aside and do nothing, let’s go in together to save him! 按照电视剧的套路， 我应该跟进去! Just like in the soap operas scenes, I ought to follow and go inside!

((All choices lead to the same thing))

[Narration] 随手提起路边一桶水往身上一泼， 紧随其后冲入聚春苑-- Suíshǒu tíqǐ lù biān yī tǒng shuǐ wǎng shēnshang yī pō, jǐn suí qí hòu chōng rù jù chūn yuàn-- Picking up a bucket of water by the roadside and pouring it onto my body, I rush into Ju Chun Yuan to following closely behind--

[Player] 郑春发! 郑春发你在哪里! Zhèngchūnfā! Zhèngchūnfā nǐ zài nǎlǐ! Zheng Chun Fa! Zheng Chun Fa, where are you!

[Player] 郑春发你听见了好歹吭一声! Zhèngchūnfā nǐ tīngjiànle hǎodǎi kēng yīshēng! Zheng Chun Ya, if you can hear me, say something!

[郑春发] 咳咳! 咳咳-- Hāi hāi! Hāi hāi-- Cough cough! Cough cough--

[Narration] 找到郑春发之时， 他正提着水桶, 从���院的小池塘中舀起水来, 一桶一桶地往廊上泼…… Zhǎodào zhèngchūnfā zhī shí, tā zhèng tízhe shuǐtǒng, cóng hòuyuàn de xiǎo chítáng zhōng yǎo qǐ shuǐ lái, yī tǒng yī tǒng de wǎng láng shàng pō…… Upon finding Zheng Chun Fa, he is carrying a bucket, scooping water from a small pond in the rear court, splashing onto the veranda bucket by bucket...

[Player] 终于找到你了! 来! 快用这块湿布捂住嘴巴和鼻子， 身体放低， 赶紧离开这里! Zhōngyú zhǎodào nǐle! Lái! Kuài yòng zhè kuài shībù wǔ zhù zuǐbā hé bízi, shēntǐ fàng dī, gǎnjǐn líkāi zhèlǐ! Finally found you! Come! Quickly use this piece of damp cloth to cover your mouth and nose, lower your body, and hurry on out of here!

[郑春发] 可是, 可是聚春苑…聚春苑...我不出去! 我要救火! Kěshì, kěshì jù chūn yuàn…jù chūn yuàn... Wǒ bù chūqù! Wǒ yào jiùhuǒ! But, but Ju Chun Yuan...Ju Chun Yuan....I won’t leave! I must put out the fire!

[Player] 郑春发你能不能清醒些! 火都烧成这样了! 如令就算龙王发大水也来不及了! Zhèngchūnfā nǐ néng bùnéng qīngxǐng xiē! Huǒ dōu shāo chéng zhèyàngle! Rú lìng jiùsuàn lóngwáng fā dà shuǐ yě láibujíle! Zheng Chun Fa, can’t you wake up! The fire is already burning at this stage! Even if Long Wang were to send a flood of water, it’s too late!

[郑春发] 聚春苑可是福公的心血啊! Jù chūn yuàn kěshì fú gōng de xīnxuè a! But Ju Chun Yuan is the life’s work of Fu Gong!

[Narration] 郑春发匍匐在地上， 哭得泣不成声…… Zhèngchūnfā púfú zài dìshàng, kū dé qìbùchéngshēng…… Zheng Chun Fa collapses to the ground, sobbing too much to speak...

[郑春发] 是我冤枉了你! 是我…辜负了福公....咳咳....咳咳! Shì wǒ yuānwǎngle nǐ! Shì wǒ…gūfùle fú gōng.... Hāi hāi.... Hāi hāi! It’s me who has wronged you! It’s me...who let down Fu Gong....cough...cough!

[郑春发] 因为我. .....错信他人...惩罚我 .....不要紧...可, 可是福公的聚春苑...我必须得保住! Yīnwèi wǒ. ..... Cuò xìn tārén... Chéngfá wǒ..... Bùyàojǐn... Kě, kěshì fú gōng de jù chūn yuàn... Wǒ bìxū dé bǎozhù! Because I...believed the wrong person... To punish me...that’s fine... B-But Fu Gong’s Ju Chun Yuan...I must save it!

[郑春发] 就算……就算豁出性命! 我也……我也在所不辞! Jiùsuàn……jiùsuàn huō chu xìngmìng! Wǒ yě……wǒ yě zài suǒ bùcí! Even if....Even if it means sacrificing my life! I also...I also will not hesitate!

[Narration] 郑春发再��次爬起来, 不顾我的劝住, 继续用水桶舀起池塘的水， 企图浇灭这场大火.... Zhèngchūnfā zài yīcì pá qǐlái, bùgù wǒ de quàn zhù, jìxù yòng shuǐtǒng yǎo qǐ chítáng de shuǐ, qìtú jiāo miè zhè chǎng dàhuǒ....  Zheng Chun Fa gets up once more, in spite of my persuasion to stop, continuing to scoop up water from the pond with a bucket, trying to extinguish the large fire... 

[Player] 郑春发， 福公的心血, 不是聚春苑! 福公的心血, 是你呀! 你怎么还不明白啊! Zhèngchūnfā, fú gōng de xīnxuè, bùshì jù chūn yuàn! Fú gōng de xīnxuè, shì nǐ ya! Nǐ zěnme hái bù míngbái a! Zheng Chun Fa. Fu Gong’s life’s work, isn’t Ju Chun Yuan! Fu Gong’s life’s work, it is you! Why is it that you still don’t get it!

[Narration] 随着我一声怒斥, 郑春发蓦然停下手来…… Suízhe wǒ yīshēng nùchì, zhèngchūnfā mòrán tíng xiàshǒu lái…… Following my angry outburst, Zheng Chun Fa’s hands come to a sudden stop...

[Player] 福公想要离开福州， 并不是因为对你感到失望而要放弃你... 正正相反, 他对你满怀希望! Fú gōng xiǎng yào líkāi fúzhōu, bìng bùshì yīnwèi duì nǐ gǎndào shīwàng ér yào fàngqì nǐ... Zhèng zhèng xiāngfǎn, tā duì nǐ mǎnhuái xīwàng! Fu Gong wanting to leave Fu Zhou, it’s not because he was disappointed with you and wanted to abandon you... On the contrary, he is full of hope for you! 

[Player] 为了让你能够更加独立, 摆脱对他人的依赖， 福公狠下心肠， 毅然离乡…… Wèile ràng nǐ nénggòu gèngjiā dúlì, bǎituō duì tārén de yīlài, fú gōng hěn xià xīncháng, yìrán lí xiāng…… In order to make you more independent, to break you away from your dependency on others, Fu Gong hardened his heart, becoming resolute to leave his hometown...

[Player] 郑春发， 福公想看到的并不是聚春苑生意有多好, 能赚多少钱, 今后能为他带来多少名声…… Zhèngchūnfā, fú gōng xiǎng kàn dào de bìng bùshì jù chūn yuàn shēngyì yǒu duō hǎo, néng zhuàn duōshǎo qián, jīnhòu néng wéi tā dài lái duōshǎo míngshēng…… Zhen Chun Fa, what Fu Gong wants to see is not at all about how well Ju Chun Yuan’s business could be, how much many could be earned, how much reputation it could bring him in the future...

[Player] 他想看到的是你哪一日能够独当一面, 你身上可以肩负更多责任, 你能够创造更多美味佳肴, 你还能将这些菜肴传扬四方! Tā xiǎng kàn dào de shì nǐ nǎ yī rì nénggòu dúdāngyīmiàn, nǐ shēnshang kěyǐ jiānfù gèng duō zérèn, nǐ nénggòu chuàngzào gèng duō měiwèi jiāyáo, nǐ hái néng jiāng zhèxiē càiyáo chuányáng sìfāng! What he wants to see is the day when you become able to take charge, you being able to take on more responsibilities on your shoulders, you being able to create even more delicious delicacies, you can still spread these dishes everywhere!

[Narration] 郑春发愣在原地。 似是发现， 原来这几年来, 自己与福公日夜相处, 竟仍不知福公心意…… Zhèng chūn fālèng zàiyuán dì. Sì shì fāxiàn, yuánlái zhè jǐ niánlái, zìjǐ yǔ fú gōng rìyè xiāngchǔ, jìng réng bùzhī fú gōng xīnyì…… Zheng Chun Fa stands in a daze. Seemingly discovering, that in the past several years, him and Fu Gong interacting day and night, but yet was ignorant about Fu Gong’s feelings...

[Player] 所以你要保护的不是这座破房子， 你要保护好你自己! 留得青山在， 哪怕没……柴……烧... Suǒyǐ nǐ yào bǎohù de bùshì zhè zuò pò fángzi, nǐ yào bǎohù hǎo nǐ zìjǐ! Liú dé qīngshān zài, nǎpà méi……chái……shāo... So what you have to protect is not this broken building, you have to protect your own self! As long as green hills remain, there'll never be a shortage... of firewood....to burn

[Narration] 在火场停留的时间过久, 又因大声说话而吸入大量浓烟， 越发觉得呼吸困难…… Zài huǒchǎng tíngliú de shíjiānguò jiǔ, yòu yīn dàshēng shuōhuà ér xīrù dàliàng nóng yān, yuèfā juédé hūxī kùnnán…… Being in the scene of the fire for a long period of time, even talking loudly and breathing in great amount of thick smoke, making it increasingly difficult to breathe...

[郑春发] [Player]! [Player]!!

[Player] ...

[???] 你呀， 光会给别人说教， 怎不见你保护好你自己? Nǐ ya, guāng huì gěi biérén shuōjiào, zěn bùjiàn nǐ bǎohù hǎo nǐ zìjǐ? You ah, only know how to preach to others, yet I don’t see you protecting yourself well?

[???] 你自个儿说的, 留得青山在, 哪怕没柴烧! Nǐ zì gě er shuō de, liú dé qīngshān zài, nǎpà méi chái shāo! You said it yourself,  as long as green hills remain, there'll never be a shortage of firewood to burn!

[???] 傻孩子， 你才是空桑的未来呀…… Shǎ háizi, nǐ cái shì kōng sāng de wèilái ya…… Silly child, you are Kong Sang’s future...

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【双语美文】A father's love 原创 2017-02-20 hanrenhanyu 汉人汉语

7 A father's love 7 父爱 7 fù ài

Daddy just didn’t know how to show love. It was Mom who held the family together. He just went to work every day and came home; she’d have a list of sins we’d committed and he’d scold us about them. 爸爸根本不知道怎样表达爱。把这个家维系在一起的人是妈妈。爸爸天天去上班，回家，然后是妈妈向他数落我们所做的一连串错事，爸爸再为了这些事把我们骂一顿。 bà bà gēn běn bú zhī dào zěn yàng biǎo dá ài 。bǎ zhè gè jiā wéi xì zài yī qǐ de rén shì mā mā 。bà bà tiān tiān qù shàng bān ，huí jiā ，rán hòu shì mā mā xiàng tā shù luò wǒ men suǒ zuò de yī lián chuàn cuò shì ，bà bà zài wéi le zhè xiē shì bǎ wǒ men mà yī dùn 。

Once when I stole a candy bar, he made me take it back and tell the man I stole it and that I’d pay for it. But it was Mom who understood I was just a kid. 有一次我偷了一根棒棒糖。爸爸硬是要我送回去，还要我告诉卖糖的人是我偷了糖，并说我愿意帮他拆箱开包作为赔偿。但妈妈却理解我，她知道我只不过是个孩子。 yǒu yī cì wǒ tōu le yī gēn bàng bàng táng 。bà bà yìng shì yào wǒ sòng huí qù ，hái yào wǒ gào sù mài táng de rén shì wǒ tōu le táng ，bìng shuō wǒ yuàn yì bāng tā chāi xiāng kāi bāo zuò wéi péi cháng 。dàn mā mā què lǐ jiě wǒ ，tā zhī dào wǒ zhī bú guò shì gè hái zǐ 。

I broke my leg once on the playground swing and it was Mom who held me in her arms all the way to the hospital. Dad pulled the car right up to the door of the emergency room and when they asked him to move it saying the space was reserved for emergency vehicles, He shouted, “What do you think this is? A tour bus?” 再有一次，我在操场荡秋千摔坏了腿，一路抱着我到医院的人是妈妈。爸爸将车正好停在急诊室门口。因为那儿是专供急救车停靠的，医院里的人就叫我爸爸把车开走。爸爸大声吼叫起来：“你以为这是什么车？难道是旅游车吗？” zài yǒu yī cì ，wǒ zài cāo chǎng dàng qiū qiān shuāi huài le tuǐ ，yī lù bào zhe wǒ dào yī yuàn de rén shì mā mā 。bà bà jiāng chē zhèng hǎo tíng zài jí zhěn shì mén kǒu 。yīn wéi nà ér shì zhuān gòng jí jiù chē tíng kào de ，yī yuàn lǐ de rén jiù jiào wǒ bà bà bǎ chē kāi zǒu 。bà bà dà shēng hǒu jiào qǐ lái ：“nǐ yǐ wéi zhè shì shí me chē ？nán dào shì lǚ yóu chē ma ？”

At my birthday parties, Dad always seemed sort of out of place, He just busied himself blowing up balloons, setting up tables, and running errands, it was Mom who carried the cake with the candles on it for me to blow out. 在我的生日聚会上，爸爸总显得有点不得其所。他不是忙于吹气球，就是摆桌子，或做些跑腿的活儿。将插着蜡烛的生日蛋糕捧进来让我吹灭的人总是妈妈。 zài wǒ de shēng rì jù huì shàng ，bà bà zǒng xiǎn dé yǒu diǎn bú dé qí suǒ 。tā bú shì máng yú chuī qì qiú ，jiù shì bǎi zhuō zǐ ，huò zuò xiē pǎo tuǐ de huó ér 。jiāng chā zhe là zhú de shēng rì dàn gāo pěng jìn lái ràng wǒ chuī miè de rén zǒng shì mā mā 。

When I leaf through picture albums, people always ask, “What does your Dad took like?” “Who knows? He was always fiddling around with the camera taking everyone else’s picture. I must have a zillion pictures of Mom and me smiling together.” 我随便翻阅相册时，别人总会问“你爸爸长什么模样？”这还真说不出。他总是摆弄着相机为别人拍照。我和妈妈在一起微笑的照片一定多得都数不清了。 wǒ suí biàn fān yuè xiàng cè shí ，bié rén zǒng huì wèn “nǐ bà bà zhǎng shí me mó yàng ？”zhè hái zhēn shuō bú chū 。tā zǒng shì bǎi nòng zhe xiàng jī wéi bié rén pāi zhào 。wǒ hé mā mā zài yī qǐ wēi xiào de zhào piàn yī dìng duō dé dōu shù bú qīng le 。

I remember when Mom told him to teach me how to ride a bicycle. I told him not to let it go, but he said it was time. I fell and Mom ran to pick me up, but he waved her off. I was so mad that I showed him, got right back on that bike and rode it myself. He didn’t even feel embarrassed and just smiled. 我还记得有一次妈妈叫爸爸教我骑自行车。我叫他扶着车子别松手，他却说是时候了。我摔了下来，妈妈跑来扶我，他却挥手让妈妈开走。我真是气得发疯，决心非要让他看看我的本事不可。我马上骑上车，竟能一个人骑了。爸爸却一点也不尴尬，只是笑笑。 wǒ hái jì dé yǒu yī cì mā mā jiào bà bà jiāo wǒ qí zì háng chē 。wǒ jiào tā fú zhe chē zǐ bié sōng shǒu ，tā què shuō shì shí hòu le 。wǒ shuāi le xià lái ，mā mā pǎo lái fú wǒ ，tā què huī shǒu ràng mā mā kāi zǒu 。wǒ zhēn shì qì dé fā fēng ，jué xīn fēi yào ràng tā kàn kàn wǒ de běn shì bú kě 。wǒ mǎ shàng qí shàng chē ，jìng néng yī gè rén qí le 。bà bà què yī diǎn yě bú gān gà ，zhī shì xiào xiào 。

When I went to college, Mom did all the writing. He just sent checks and a little note about how great his lawn looked now that I wasn’t playing football on it. 我上大学了，给我的信总是妈妈写的。爸爸只知道寄钱，顶多附上一张便条，告诉我他的草坪现在修整得多么好，而如今我却不能在上面踢球。 wǒ shàng dà xué le ，gěi wǒ de xìn zǒng shì mā mā xiě de 。bà bà zhī zhī dào jì qián ，dǐng duō fù shàng yī zhāng biàn tiáo ，gào sù wǒ tā de cǎo píng xiàn zài xiū zhěng dé duō me hǎo ，ér rú jīn wǒ què bú néng zài shàng miàn tī qiú 。

Whenever I called home, he acted like he wanted to talk, but he always said, “I’ll get your mother.”When I got married, it was Mom who cried. He just blew his nose loudly and left the room. All my life he said, “Where are you going? What time are you coming home? No, you cannot go.” 每次我打电话回家，爸爸总像是有话要说，但结果他总是说“我把你妈叫来接”。我结婚的时候，妈妈哭了，爸爸只是大声打着鼻响，离走出了房间。在我一生中，他总是说：“你去哪儿？你什么时候回家？不，你不能去。” měi cì wǒ dǎ diàn huà huí jiā ，bà bà zǒng xiàng shì yǒu huà yào shuō ，dàn jié guǒ tā zǒng shì shuō “wǒ bǎ nǐ mā jiào lái jiē ”。wǒ jié hūn de shí hòu ，mā mā kū le ，bà bà zhī shì dà shēng dǎ zhe bí xiǎng ，lí zǒu chū le fáng jiān 。zài wǒ yī shēng zhōng ，tā zǒng shì shuō ：“nǐ qù nǎ ér ？nǐ shí me shí hòu huí jiā ？bú ，nǐ bú néng qù 。”

Daddy just didn’t know how to show love, unless… 爸爸就是不知道怎样表达爱，只会这样…… bà bà jiù shì bú zhī dào zěn yàng biǎo dá ài ，zhī huì zhè yàng ……

Is it possible he showed it and didn’t recognize it ? 爸爸向我们表达了爱，难道他只是没有意识到吗？ bà bà xiàng wǒ men biǎo dá le ài ，nán dào tā zhī shì méi yǒu yì shí dào ma ？

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[lvminisciel]

you were many, many things

both the goods and bads. the once and not. you were a lot of things, yet nothing at the same time. you were mine. you are gone. you knew the depths of me. you know nothing of me. you were all i needed. you are all i ask. in this fraction of kindness you sprinkled, i yearn. i wished to be yours once again. to lie in your arms. to embrace your warmest hugs. basking in your sunshine beneath the stars. tainted in your kiss beneath the scars. to hold you close so i won't lose you ever again. to write another chapter with you. you. you. it's always you and never once me. 

i'm sorry for loving you, my little dove 

[lvminisciel]

general's dissection

the one time a famed general wishes to lose, only to emerge victorious warning: disturbing themes, implied suicidal ideation, angst. unrequited lilinor, implied levan x meleanor wc 343, further details on the tags inspired by this song!

i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes

come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’

humans and fae alike may partake

hunting down the general’s head

for he had fallen victim to deceit

castle ground rejects both ashes and bone

as the air grew colder and colder

away from the night’s blessing, I stood

in a path to nowhere

every road I took strayed me further 

unwelcomed even by the gates of death

carrying the seed of your love, I wept

on journeys of no return, I yearn

ii. haunted by the shadow of your love

in the long nights, I dreamt of you

falling in love with someone else

saliva intertwining with what’s not mine

please wake me, please return to my embrace

set me free from this anguish

say, don’t you want to dissect

a general’s heart?

come, join and play this game

you always love carrying out mischief

with that smug grin adoring your silly face

a beating heart would make a fun trinket,

don’t you think?

come back to me and i’ll make you win

exchanging victory with every last piece

of love you’ve left behind

something i could never comprehend,

a grave misconception on your part

as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!

iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury

ah

for once i wished to lose 

a being incapable of affection

because if not, why else 

would you escape from my grasp?

how i wished soul could be used as a currency

all i need is an hour, a splitting second

spare me a fragment of your existence

change the trajectory of one's life,

just like how you did way back

surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,

would it not?

bask the land anew with your magnificence

envelop the dusk with your finesse once more

certainly, people of the night shall rejoice 

concerns and doubt looms no longer

as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns

please come back to me, My Lady.

[lvminisciel]

You are a god, and i am your scales.

not even close to a compliance, 

i am but mere scales, flocked around

bits of me will soon fall into the abyss

as you soared with your grace

amidst grayish hue

dutifully, every single being within me

shall worship you with no argue, unquestioning, unyielding.

not even close to an envoy, 

i live on day by day

believing that i am covering you, safeguarding, protecting—

even when Your might is greater than all of us combined 

i am but a mere mortal devoting my insignificant existence to you, 

an omnipotent immortal who shall rule this bountiful land 

dutifully i tread my path

whatever appeal you shall i serve

i am more than grateful to be alive within your grasp

please do use me to your heart's desire

a being dedicated to you and only you

if it is death you adore,

my carcass shall be handed to you on a silver platter

if it is life you crave,

then i shall travel between realms

even if it meant trapping my soul in the process

if it is love you yearn

then i repent, my Lord,

for i have none to give

nor do a temporal frame such as i

deserving of such decorum 

please forgive my incompetence, your Highness

you may have my skull in exchange, if you wish

[lvminisciel]

dance macabre

let us have this dance of macabre!

strums of lullaby accompany our steps

spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence 

people of all race, of all ages

humans and fae alike, mingling into one

isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?

rub away your tears, if you would

look above, my dear!

look how the ceilings crumbled, 

forging a path upon the starry skies

under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace

one step forward, two steps back

a tango everyone desires

now then, don your brightest smiles!

as we are the prima donna of this palace 

knightly boots replacing glass slippers

briars and thorns, prettier than roses

mere infatuations and lust desist,

only loyalty alone shall exist

hush now, dear

do not loathe me amidst parada

cease your sadness at once

bury your soul deep within one’s eyes

never let those speckles of aurora

be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass 

for I have bestowed you the honor

of taking my hand for this dance

moving in front ochos,

I whisper to you eternal happiness

a promise that’ll never go unkept

holier than the eternal slumber

oh, if only the crowd would cheer!

rather than rotting beneath our feet 

but fret not, my dear 

as we have a long night ahead of us!

[lvminisciel]

story of a red-rose tyrant

mother, where art thou?

where did I go wrong?

tell me mother, what should I do

to make this pain go away?

please fly your hand towards

the smiling edge of my face

on the slightest bit of tart

please cover my ears, eyes

on what should have been and should not

perhaps that way, I would not be in wrath

and within your grasp shall I become 

inside you again, amidst the sanctuary

where you let me suffer grew and prosper 

petite servings and books 

scheduled down to seconds

living on bits and pieces, I live on another day

thinking it was all for the best, 

after all, that’s what you said 

as you sculpted me to your heart’s desire 

mother, oh mother

tell me, where did I go wrong?

why does the world turned against me?

I was always enduring, patient, obedient

following all your rules and whims

so tell me, dear mother

why wouldn’t they do the same?

why do they raise their voice, their thoughts, their hands

against me?

mother, mother, mother

please do enlighten 

am I in the wrong?

was I at fault for following your every orders?

for abiding, for not rebelling, for staying dutiful?

or is it perhaps 

were you the ones in the wrong?

[lvminisciel]

kiss me goodnight

Even this pain could not distract me from the thought of you

pt. 1 | pt. 2

pairings: mallesil, implied malleyuu

please read!! warning: angst, slight nsfw, mcd. dead dove: do not eat, woundfucking

The silence was deafening. Many would deem meeting the Lord of Briar, especially after such catastrophe, terrifying. People throughout the land knew their Lord was mourning ever since, grieving over the lost of Their Majesty themself. The sun has not peeked even  once, thunderstorms and black cloud ensues, crops failing everywhere. Silver knew he has to do something, he has to, else the kingdom whom he and his father once loved will be descended into ruin. Yet none of the people dared to request their presence upon The Great Lord, either out of loyalty or plain fear disguised under the cloak of devotion.

Today, he stands upon the door of His Lord’s throne room, requesting his presence formally, even though he knew that wouldn’t be needed at all. Both he, Sebek and his father always had free access of this room ever since Malleus ascended from his role as The Crown Prince, yet he does it anyway. He took a deep breath as the grand door opens, revealing two thrones which was left empty. Silver stepped into the huge room. As he approached the center, a flash of green emerges, and along with it, His Lord. He knelt down on one knee, hand on his chest, while the other lies on his back. There was a moment before he stoop his head low, voice stern and dignified, 

‘Dear Lord, I wish to offer myself as a makeshift of your sorrow’ 

It’s as if the world around them stops moving. The air was still, if a single needle were to fall right now, Silver believes it would echo the whole room. His Lord was still levitating a few meters away  from him, before words finally escape his thin-dark lips

‘Rise’ 

So did Silver, raising his head to meet his Lord’s gaze, and was shaken in an instant.

It was an expression he never saw in his Lord before. Heck, he even thinks he never saw him like that when he was still the plain Malleus, with no country or people to rule, back when he still have a handful of freedom between his hands. The face of clear desperation and sorrow, that penetrates far between his facade of nobility and distinguished presence. His heart aches at the view, why of course. The great catastrophe had costed a thousand lives, billion even. Losing his people, and all his loved ones while maintaining dignity to rule over people regardless of his pain. If he’s scarred, then his Lord must be wounded. If he’s feeling a twinge of ache, then his Lord must’ve been in greater pain, ones much greater than his. 

His Lord materialized his staff on his hand, and with a low thud, all his retainers pardoned themselves outside the room. Only then the voice he recognized well ever since his early childhood reverberates

‘Silver’

He listens intently. He knows his Lord has got much more to say.

‘What can one do, to relieve this pain and agony?’

‘Anything.’

‘Anything?’

‘Anything. I would do anything, My Lord, to ease your grief and suffering. 

Please, use me as you please.  I would be delighted to indulge, body and soul.’ 

body and soul, Silver winces. Body and soul that don’t even belong to him from the very start. His whole being, every strand of hair and inside of his mind belonged to his father and his father only. He would gladly trade his soul for his father’s well-being, happiness, to extend his lifeline, or as simple as to serve a plate to his tastes, anything. Anything for his father, for he always belonged to him. 

But life is not always that simple. And as much as he wants to stay with his father forever, even residing in his deathbed until the reaper comes for him too, the world just chose to disagree. As much as he wants to, his father would despise it, for all he ever asked in his long life towards Silver was to not give up on living. 

But how can he live life without his father? 

Ever since his father left for the Land of the Red Dragons, he would always sent him letters. Telling stories of any happenings in the Land of  Thorns, or any minor changes in their cottage. How his friends and the people from Night Raven College are doing after graduation. Sometimes he travels overseas too, following his father’s footsteps, telling everything he discovered along his journey in the form of words. He would write frequently, without miss, knowing that the place his father chose to resides is still untouched of modern technology.

His father used to write back to him just as much. About his travels there, the people he met, how the children that used to play around his abode made him reminisce about Silver's childhood back in the day. There were so much things to share with his beloved son, many things to tell even if they're billion feets apart. He would reassure that he's doing good everytime, that there's nothing to worry about and that Silver can stay wherever he wants without needing to worry about him. 

But one day, the letters are coming to a halt. Silver no longer receive replies as frequent, even though he will still receive one during his birthday each year without miss, even though it’s  only filled with wishes for his well-being and none of its contents answered his questions nor is  aligned with the previous letters. 

The catastrophe had elapsed, and not even in those dire situations did his father return

His father wouldn’t leave his son and his beloved pupils to face such dangers alone. 

Not when he’s still breathing

Not when he can use his body as a fae shield

Not when he’s alive

Silver’s not a fool, Deep down he knew, realized that his father may be long gone. Without him on his side. Or his beloved ones. Or his disciple. All alone in a faraway land, where no news of his passing would reach their ears. 

Perhaps that’s what his father planned long ago, when he tried to leave Night Raven College

But what about him? What about Silver, your beloved son? That you hold dear the moment you laid your eyes on him, amidst the darkest thorns? That you raised and nurtured  with utmost genuine love you had never received nor believed you were capable of? What will become of him, now that you’re gone? Do you know how I always, always belonged to you father, my one and only, as  I will forever be your one and only son? What, how-  how would you expect me to live without your presence? Who will soothe me? Who will cradle me in his arms no matter how big I have grown? Who will find me amidst the dark forest during a thunderstorm just to bring me home, back to the warmth of your embrace? Where will I return to? Where is home when there is no you inside? 

Father, it is not that I am incapable of living

I am merely incapable of living in a world without you in it.

If only his father was here. Perhaps the catastrophe wouldn’t become such atrocious turns of events, perhaps many lives could be saved with his father’s abilities. Perhaps his life wouldn’t be led astray. Perhaps living wouldn’t feel as horrible, maybe-

‘We’re here.’ 

His Lord’s voice echoes in front of a huge gate underground, where they’ve been walking this whole time. Silver doesn’t know how far they’ve walked, or how deep they are beneath the surface, but no matter. The entrance creaked open, and along with it the torches inside the room lit up with bright green flames. The young Lord stepped inside, so he followed his footsteps. 

Inside were dolls, many many dolls. From wool, cotton, polyester of some kind, glass, plastic, wood..? Majority of them were mannequins, and Silver can’t help but realize that each and every doll bears some kind of resemblance

They all looked like Yuu- no, Their Highness. 

Both tread their path in silence, where they finally stopped in the heart of the room. There is a large banquet table full of distinct food atop of it, one that will not be found anywhere across the realm of Twisted Wonderland as none of them hailed from here. All which could only come into being along with the existence of the once infamous Ramshackle Prefect, which now people knew as the savior of the catastrophe

Far away in the middle, he sees something that doesn’t belong in the dinner table sitting prettily amidst the crowded cuisine:

A pair of doll

Unlike any other dolls in the room, this one was unique 

It was a gift from the Prefect on his Lord’s 179th birthday, just before his Lord left for his internship in the fourth year. One was supposedly made to resemble himself, and the other was made to resemble the creator. They would exchange their dolls everytime the other was away, as if to relieve their longing by having a miniature of each other. He himself knew because his Lord was exhilarated by this gift, claiming it as one of his most prized possessions. He would bring it with him everywhere and boast it to every person he met, until his father advised him, saying the doll would get damaged faster if he brought it with him everytime.

Now it all clicked in his head

This was his Lord’s attempt to relieve his grief. 

The Lord took a few steps back from the heart of the banquet, bringing the two dolls into the sides as if letting them watch. Silver, understanding the cue, proceeds to climb up the lavish table

‘Lie down’ ordered his Lord 

And so he does. 

With a slight wave of his Lord’s fingers, every single thread on Silver’s body dissipated into thin air.

‘How much are you willing to devote to me?’ asked his Lord, voice devoid of emotions 

‘As much as what my father offered for the kingdom’ 

There’s a pang in his chest on the single word that came from his mouth. His father. Father, father, father- 

A luminescent greenish hue envelopes his frame 

Father, will you return if I crave hard enough?

Sharp claw grazed his skin, slowly at first, before cutting a thin, fine line atop his chest 

Will you welcome me by the door after I’m done playing in the woods? 

Something gripped his chest, and as if on cue, his heart starts beating faster to the touch 

I’m lost, father. Are you on your feet to skim the forest for my presence? 

Enjoying the rhythm in his hands, he placed his face closer, as if to kiss it

Leaning down, he pressed it into his ears. Music soothes a pair of pointy ears, while the other pair weeps in silence

Then came out a sob

Plump tears mixed with the ones inside his body, streaks of translucent joining heaps of scarlet

His Lord was atop of him fully, right hand gripping his heart strong, while the other graze over his lungs

With a loud cry, black fingertips clutched harsh, bursting the lung beneath

Silver gasped, or at least tried to. It’s as if every last piece of oxygen was drained of this world 

His head flinched a bit, before laying helplessly on the other side of the table 

Father, I am in peril. Wouldn’t you come to my rescue now? 

He can feel the grip on his heart tightens. Muttering something along the lines of ‘if only I could give you a beating heart’ and ‘aint such alluring instrument befitting of your beauty, my dearest?’ 

I miss you. Father, please come. I’d do anything for not losing you

Fingers caressed his other lung, going around in circles 

Please. Please come back. I, by the Seven’s name, could not bear to live another day without you

Something pierced through him. Fierce at first, then replaced by something much firmer

Pounding gently, then getting rougher on each stab as if to keep up the pace

I’d trade my whole life for you, father 

It hurts. Everything hurts. He faintly heard whimpers atop of him, but the ache in his heart stings more than the ones on his body 

The motion accelerates as time goes, his already limp body thumping rhythmically with each pound

Your presence is all I ask. Is that too much to ask? 

A splutter. Something filled up his insides. Another fluid, this one much thicker in texture, joined the unsightly mixture of whatever various liquid entered his body since all of this started

I’d rather cease to exist in a world without you, father. 

A stray tear fall

Even this pain could not distract me from the thought of you.

[lvminisciel]

okay i just saw tht one post abt silver's implied narcolepsy n how lilia seemingly took it lightly, while he actually brought silver from doctor to doctor, perhaps even bringing him to the doors of the best medical mages throughout briar valley.. papa's done so much for his son, does everything he could yet the world just seemed to be against them regarding silver's sleeping constitution

they pretty much only hv each other to call their own as a whole, why does the world treats them that way :'(( i just want ths dadson duo to be happy..

[lvminisciel]

Just popping in here to say, I love reading your tags miè, so don’t be sorry at all. It’s always so much fun 🥰💞🌺 thank you for taking your time to write them 💞💚✨🫶

i think i should be the ones THANKING YOU for always sharing ur stunning & gorgeous writings all the timeeee 😭😭💗💗✨✨ ngl i always go back to ur writings from time to time, they jst hv this heartwarming feeling in them.. like yk the taste of homemade cake tht u can tell the person who bakes it clearly put their hearts to it!! those kinda things!! idk how to explain it in words (prob jst my english that is lacking) but yeah ur writing rlly gave off tht feel.. something u can always return to no matter how far ur journey is, a safe place u can go back to whenever u feel strayed. those kind of feelings.

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I LOVE EVERY SINGLE BITS OF IT I HOPE THE OP WOULDN'T BE ANNOYED OF MY YAPPING CZ I AM!!! THAT INTERESTED!!!! AND INTRIGUES OMGGGG THEY JST MADE MY WHOLE DAY ITS AWSOMEEEEW

[lvminisciel]

mafu's pamela cover keeps playin in my head on repeat i might need to get it out

[lvminisciel]

i just saw my notifs and HECK WHERE DID Y'ALL CAME FROM