high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[lifeban]

just gonna put the actual starters in top-levels, i know myself

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[lionsleeps]

That's because I've always been a bit of a coward. But I use it to my advantage, so I'm not ashamed of it.

[He saves up his bravery for when obsessive planning doesn't work, and then uses it all at once to do shit like deliberately getting stabbed.

Or overcoming centuries of hurt to allow these two bozos back into his life and also his pants.]

[subcutaneous]

What you did with the Lord Ravager. [he has words to say about that but he’s having a time articulating them because the thought of jing yuan deliberately taking a fatal hit and leaving him alone because dan feng already left him made his brain cells rebel.] Wasn’t being a coward.

[maybe that’s a compliment? An insult? An observation?]

[lifeban]

[welp. yep. keeping his fucking mouth shut, there! as the one who let himself get manipulated into stabbing their man.]

[lionsleeps]

[There's a brief pause, in which he doesn't breathe. Then he chuckles softly, choosing to ignore the spike of guilt and just smile.]

Perhaps not. But it was worth making the exception. That bravery was a small price for the lives of my people. And for yours.

[subcutaneous]

[that implied he had planned it, like everything jing yuan did, and it hurt.

blade makes a quiet sound, buries his face into dan heng’s hair. his grip tightens viciously.]

Did you want to die.

[lifeban]

[yeah he is staying. stone silent. still.]

[lionsleeps]

If I'd wanted to die, I would have died.

[It's an answer he hopes is satisfying, and it's not a lie, but it does glide right past all the nuance of the real truth.

It isn't that he wanted to die. It's just that he considered it an acceptable outcome. He's very old, after all. Death is preferable to the ticking time bomb in his body. But he's glad not to have given Dan Heng that kind of memory.]

[subcutaneous]

If you want to die I’ll kill you myself.

[it’s a concession- for now.]

[lifeban]

[wow he is so glad neither of these bastards is wearing a bracer right now.

just going to play bodypillow right now. and try not to have a breakdown.]

[lionsleeps]

Will you?

[Jing Yuan laughs again, but this one sounds nothing but exhausted.]

Then I know who to call when time runs out for this old fool.

[It sure us convenient that they're pulling up to the dock of this artificially rural area. It's one of those places that reminds one that a Xianzhou ship is large enough to contain planets. There are billions of people who must be fed, and so places like this exist.

This particular area simulates a mountain tea farm. When the skiff opens, the scent is heavenly.]

[subcutaneous]

Don’t bother. I’ll be there anyway.

[he’s not saying but he is planning several home invasions because jing yuan’s home security system is shit and maybe probably between scripts he can find time to fix it or something.

dan heng will always be his frozen northern star but jing yuan - if he let himself think about it - could be the sun of the solar system he’d been cast away into.

he gets out first. he has zero appreciation for the smell, and he holds out his hand to help dan heng off.]

[lifeban]

[he hates them both.

he loves them both. that is the real problem.

taking blade's hand and hopping off the skiff, then turning to do the same for their driver. he closes his eyes and relishes the scent, at least, as a distraction.]

[lionsleeps]

[He takes Dan Heng's hand without hesitating, but that means Dan Heng gets a clear view of the way Jing Yuan is looking at Blade right now.

There's heartache there, and uncertainty, but more than anything is a sort of tired relief and a warm and deep affection. He won't address what Blade said, but he's trusting in it, and it makes him so much less afraid of what's to come in a not-so-distant future. If it comes to that, Blade's sword will be a welcome release.

He tears his eyes away after a moment, to smile gently at Dan Heng and pat his head.]

Thank you. We need only walk a short distance. I have a place here for when I wish to escape my staff for awhile.

[subcutaneous]

[he lets go of dan heng to fold his arms over his chest- ignoring that some gremlin had unbuttoned it- and takes up the rear of their little parade silently. ]

[lifeban]

[More Cleavage Good. no regrets on that specific front.

accepting the headpat with a muted flush, and a wry twist to his mouth.]

Some things never change.

[he remembers how much dodging his attendants dan feng had to do.]

[lionsleeps]

It is an unavoidable symptom of the malady called leadership.

[Also, it's funny when he comes back and they're all in a tizzy.

Jing Yuan's secret hideout turns out to be just up the hill from the dock. It's a tiny but well-built and charming cottage, with a garden in bloom, a little fish pond, and a perhaps excessive number of bird feeders. Inside it's quaint, comfortable, everything soft and cozy and with a soothing, natural kind of beauty. A great place for a solitary visitor to recharge.

As soon as they're in, Jing Yuan turns to smile playfully, hands folded behind him, head and body listing to the side in a way that is calculated to be as cute and enticing as possible.]

Now. Can you last a few more steps to the bedroom, or are you feeling a little more... primal?

1/2

[subcutaneous]

[why are there so many aeons-damned bird feeders. is this the secret base of your bird spy army. he fucking knew it. all of jing yuan’s birds were agents of the state.]

[subcutaneous]

[but. but. jing yuan.

for the first time, blade turns that homicidal, singleminded, animal focus that only one person commanded before - on someone else.]

I’m going to ruin you.

[he says, less of a threat and more of a promise, and then moves to pin jing yuan down, whether there’s something in the way or not.]

1/2

[lifeban]

[there is. for the barest moment. an unimpressed look. that was extremely transparent, jing yuan.]

[lifeban]

[but he is not immune to blatant seduction, so there's more than one primal creature pouncing. enough in sync with blade even without the bracers, especially while he's being a mad dog... that it's simple enough to whirl so he's at jing yuan's back. breaking his fall, perhaps, but also putting him in prime position to sink his teeth into his shoulder, where armor doesn't quite meet.]

[lionsleeps]

[He's expecting that reaction, and he's braced for it, so there's no resistance whatsoever. If not for Dan Heng he'd have hit the floor, but as it is he crashes into him instead. It's a softer landing for sure, but Blade's still got ahold of him and Dan Heng goes right for the bite, so he's not any less breathless than the floor would've left him.

There's a startled little gasp when Dan Heng's teeth sink in, but it's followed by the softest of content whimpers, and he tilts his head to make it easier -- to give him more access. Trapped there between them he locks gazes with Blade, and gives him a satisfied, catlike smirk.]

Please do. Remind me... that you're the ones I've always belonged to.

[subcutaneous]

[how does he know the kind of thing that sets blade off? why does blade even try to think about that, even, it’s jing yuan, always has been his little shithead of a brat.

he crowds jing yuan’s legs open- and fists a hand in his hair, pulling harshly to hold him in place in the way he’d tilted his head to offer himself up to dan heng.]

If you’d opened your legs like this to someone else I’ll kill them.

[lifeban]

[dan heng doesn't feel the same need to make possessive threats. his mouth is busy. the next bite lands above the collar, right at his jaw, less harsh than the first but much filthier. he's aiming to mark in more ways than one.]

[lionsleeps]

[He's being so pliant and cooperative here. No fussing, no complaining, just sharp, needy breaths at the feeling of Dan Heng's mouth and Blade's hand in his hair. He's getting quite flushed already, the colour staining his cheeks and traveling down his neck to spread across his chest, under the armor. He presses his body back against Dan Heng's, and rests his hands at Blade's waist to tug him just that tiny bit closer.]

I... may have done that a few times, early on... but it couldn't compare to this.

[subcutaneous]

[blade guarded what little possessions he had religiously. his sword. his name. his obsession with a ghost in the shape of his beloved.

he presses a thigh cruelly between jing yuan’s legs. looks long at the bruise purpling beneath imbibitor lunae- dan heng’s wet mouth. he hasn’t felt this clearheaded in centuries despite being drunk on want.]

If you want to be a whore you come to us.