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#𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻𝑯

An   independent  roleplay  blog  for a foreign trader, registered with the alliance of the Xianzhou Yuque.

          Luocha,   ( 罗 Luó "net" or "gauze," Chà "shrine," or "monastery." )

                    ↳         the traveling merchant

  ↳    𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑬: Echoes of the coffin:

Under the watch of the white irises, he knocks on the coffin. "Sometimes I feel I underestimated you by proposing this deal."

↳    𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑬: Perfect timing:

On a bustling street he walks and walks. The sunlight closely follows his footsteps. He makes a stop and picks up an umbrella to shade himself from the sun ...and from that prying gaze.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : @inibicion (&BLADE)

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀, 𝟑𝟎+ 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 @aequitaes

Rules under cut !!

// From Jing Yuan.~

@heavnsreign

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒  — deliberate, composed — followed by the soft mechanical hum of talismans shifting overhead. Luocha lifted his gaze toward the dim, warded chamber, where light filtered through layers of invocation script. The silhouette that emerged was unmistakable: General Jing Yuan. Unexpected… though not entirely unwelcome.

A dry laugh escaped him, quiet and wry. “My, how the tides shift,” he murmured, voice echoing faintly against the spell-inscribed stone. He sat against the wall, one leg drawn up with careless grace, the other extended, golden hair spilling across his shoulder like an afterthought. Though there were no chains on his wrists, the binding talismans flickering on the floor and the seal etched faintly across his sternum made the implication clear: he was not free. His body might move, but his soul was under lock and key.

“I imagine this isn’t quite how you pictured me... bound.” A smirk curved at the edge of his mouth, the inflection caught somewhere between amused and bitter. “Not quite a bedpost. Though you sound almost disappointed.”

He tilted his head back against the wall, one arm draped lazily over his knee, the other resting beside him — fingers brushing absently over the lines of the sigil beneath him. It pulsed faintly, a gentle reminder that while nothing held him down, he wasn’t going anywhere.

AMIDST A PATCH OF LILLIES, HE KNELT - fingers delicately brushing their petals, coaxing their scent closer. Emerald eyes concealed beneath lashes as he lingered there, adrift in thoughts too deep to ever be voiced. Not even to the one whose presence now made itself known - a voice unmistakable, a warm smile tugging faintly at the corner of his lips.

“General…” The word was laced with quiet amusement.

A soft sigh escaped him - until next time - as he rose from the ground, turning at last to face the man who had disturbed that moment of stillness. Not that he minded the interruption. “Pray tell… however did you know I might be here?”

Strands of blonde caught in the breeze, drifting lightly as though nature itself welcomed the reunion. His gloved hands clasped behind his back as he stepped forward, each movement gentle - as if too firm a step might upset the delicate calm surrounding them. His gaze lifted, unflinching, meeting the golden eyes that always seemed to be analysing, understanding far more than they let on.

“Do you seek me out for any particular reason?”

Jade eyes narrow, "Hold still." His tone was firm, lacking in warmth, as he settled beside the injured man. With careful hands, he lifted Blade’s arm, eyes narrowing as he examined the damage. His brow creased, the frown deepening as it shifted from the wound to Blade’s face.