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Character Facts Meme || Still Accepting!

★ She tends to fight at a distance, guiding Feiyancao on its own through the air with great precision. She can and will however use it for hand-to-hand combat if needed. 

★ She is not very good at drawing from imagination. She can copy down references in front of her, but calling something up from memory or imagining something to draw comes out much more sloppily, much to her dismay.

★ As an adult, she wears a veil that covers her face from the eyes down. She only ever removes the veil at home, but she’s become so accustomed to wearing it that it usually takes a comment from Jin Yang ( @dusktouched ) or a visiting Lia Ruan ( @rcvivalfan ) to remind her she even has it on.

★ As an adult, she built upon all of the medical knowledge that Jinyu ( @sunlessscholar ) taught her, developing her own techniques that take into account both physical and spiritual anatomy.

★ She has covered for her martial brothers getting into trouble before when they all were studying in the Recesses. Be it clambering over garden walls to visit their sister or being out far after curfew, she broke quite a few rules to make sure they weren’t too badly punished for their shenanigans.

★ Both in her early years and as an adult, while she enjoys pretty things, be it articles of clothing or baubles, she has never really been one to think about adorning herself with them. She seldom even uses makeup, though she did more often when she was younger.

💔 [ is ram gonna kiss the moon? www From Nymeyr :3c ]  > 17. a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

In all his years Ram had never once stumbled upon someone so peculiar. Nymeyr managed to encapsulate an air of mystery in his very being, radiant but not blinding, something that the god could have sworn was entirely out of this world but yet still of it.

Although he was often a kindhearted soul, Ram also knew wariness and betrayal all too well. To swear oneself to someone, especially a person he didn’t fully know, might be a mistake. Yet there was little mistaking the strange feeling he got from simply being next to the other -- perhaps if he understood Nymeyr’s nature as half of a supreme creator he might understand his own affinity, yet this was beyond his knowledge.

Instead the lesser god simply smiles and takes up Nymeyr’s hand in his own rougher, calloused one. He bows his head gently and places a kiss upon the back of the man’s hand, then sits up and leans forward to kiss Nymeyr’s forehead as well.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself.”

His tone crass and absolutely fed up with Hua Cheng’s bullshit already, Qi Rong spits out the words with absolutely no respect for the red-cloaked man. Fuck Hua Cheng and everything the bastard stands for, the damned pest.

“I ain’t here to look at you, aren’t you in my fucking territory? Of course I’d bloody well be here. Now get the hell out, I’m busy.” Was it too much to ask for one gods-damned night where he isn’t disturbed while hunting? He was ravenous and this absolute asshole not only decided to show up, he decided to insult him in his own lair.

He’s content to sit alone at this table with his drink and people-watch. Though the evening was young, many people had already come and gone in the time he’d been here, though now the streets seemed a bit emptier and the stall a bit quieter than normal.

{৯} - Luo Mo’s words sunk into him, pulling at his heartstrings as Shen Liang’s gaze met his.

He couldn’t even begin to know the true depth of the anguish that spiraled in Luo Mo’s mind. Having come to remember all of his missing memories, the immortal put up a brave front before all who saw them. The quintessential image of an unconquerable immortal with powers rivaling that of the gods was burned into his legends as deeply as his rage had left scars upon the land, and he held himself poised and powerful like any immortal would.

But underneath this, Shen Liang knew Luo Mo was hurt. Injured and bleeding remorse and guilt over the acts he had committed in his rage, in his utter despair. And as this nearly all-powerful immortal clung to him, the innermost, most kept-hidden of his pains taking its toll on him, he somehow felt so small, so lost and helpless and... fragile in the younger man’s arms. 

A wave of emotion rose up in Shen Liang, seized by the urge to do something, anything . To calm him, to soothe away his worries, to somehow stress to him that everything would be alright. Gazing into those mismatched eyes, he longed to take away the pain he saw twisting within them.

“...No, I can’t blame you for feeling this way.” He finally answered, his throat dry from trying to find the words to say.

“I can’t pretend I know what you’ve gone through. The anguish and pain, the rage and loneliness... All of it, I cannot possibly imagine the depth of what you felt.” 

Be it right or wrong, whatever happened in the past was in the past, and the soul within Shen Liang had as much to do with it all as Luo Mo.

“I know there isn’t much I can do. I can’t chase away your past, or fight back the bad memories, or take away the pain you feel... but... I’m here with you.” 

Under furrowed brows his blue eyes moistened, and he reached out anew, pulling Luo Mo against him and hugging him tightly again. He hugged him so tightly, as if he would somehow fall to pieces unless Shen Liang held onto him. The rise of emotions in his chest ached with the intensity of his feelings, threatening to spill over.

How many times had they done this now? Shen Qingqiu relaxing at wherever their ‘home’ happened to be at the time -- it often varied depending on their mood -- and Binghe heading off grocery shopping to surprise him with whatever he brought back. Shen Qingqiu had originally pushed that it didn’t matter if he saw the ingredients being purchased, he’d be surprised by the end product regardless, but in the end he relented and allowed his disciple to do as he pleased.

He was far more content to sit and read some days anyway, or to write letters back to the others to let them know how he was doing. Sure, Binghe oft scoffed at the contents (or that he was writing them in general) but it was something the half demon would have to come to terms with. Although Shen Qingqiu had happily walked away from the sect that wouldn’t accept the man he’d somehow fallen in love with he could never remove their place in his heart. Hopefully these things would mend with time and they could all have a better relationship.

This was one of those days he’d been writing letters instead of reading, so he set the brush down and looked up at the door with a smile. “Welcome home, Binghe. What did you decide to make for dinner tonight? I was just writing a letter to Shang Qinghua to see how he was faring.” Ah, his fellow brother in transmigration and brother in somehow becoming a demon’s ‘wife’! No, no matter how he looked at it, it was Luo Binghe who was more the wife in this situation. He had at least that going for him!

Shen Qingqiu chuckles at his own train of thought and gets up to greet his husband, hiding his laughter behind his fan. In the end traditional roles weren’t really a thing between them; they were who they were, as unconventional as it may be.

Luo Mo’s question is met with silence from the teenage cultivator as he quietly moved to stir the pot in front of him again. Was he alright? Honestly, he couldn’t really be so sure. He was alive, yes. Perhaps a bit malnourished because of how much he was pouring into his work and possibly a bit sleep deprived on top of that, but..

He still wasn’t quite sure how to answer.

“Do I really look that bad?” Lia Ruan finally inquires hesitantly. Sure, he hasn’t bathed in about a week but he was so close to a breakthrough.

{৯} Shen Liang laughed in delighted surprise when those arms wrapped around him. And he too wrapped his arms around Luo Mo in return. 

“Haha, what brought this on so suddenly, hmm?” 

Shen Liang was all too happy to bury himself in that familiar embrace, and he let the warmth of the other envelop him as he couldn’t help but nuzzle closer. If Luo Mo was feeling clingy today, well, Shen Liang would hold him just as long and just as tightly.