#memorystxrs

squeals  of  unbridled  laughter  fill  the  room     ,           this  is  not  the  first  time  Xichen  has  showed  an  extended  interest  in  Wuxian’s  neck   &&   Wei  Ying  doesn’t  have  the  heart  to  tell  him  to  stop   . . .   nor  any  intention  to  do  so  either .   &&   why  should  he ,   when  it  felt  so  incredibly  good  ?   of  course ,   he  wouldn’t  admit  to  it  just  yet .   a  certain  air  of  mystery  had  to  be  kept  lest  the  older  man  gets  bored .   though  the  marks  that  Xichen  tended  to  leave  after  such  kisses  were  often  difficult  to  hide   &&   had  already  brought  trouble  their  way  a  number  of  times .   

❛   a - ah  !   Chenchen  !   careful  this  time ,   we  don’t  want  your  uncle  to  see  !   ❜   Wei  Ying  would  rather  not  have  a  repeat  of  last  time ,   despite  being  the  one  who  started  the  whole  ordeal  in  the  first  place .   it  was  worth  it  to  see  the  expression  on  Meng  Yao’s  face  but   . . .   the  punishment  that  Xichen  bore  on  his  behalf  erased  any  smugness  that  Wei  Wuxian  might  have  felt  at  that  moment .

still ,   arms  wrap  tighter  around  the  other’s  waist ,   angling  his  head  to  give  his  lover  better  access  to  reddening  skin .        

❛   bite  me ,   Chenchen  !   ❜   well ,   there  goes  that  plan  about  being  careful   . . .     

Yu Ziyuan was a strong woman, not many dared to question nor dare raise against her and her Zidian. She ruled Lotus Pier with an iron fist whereas her husband was much kinder. Some may ask how a estranged marriage was able to take place but those gossip quickly died with a single glare of her dark eyes. 

Now, everyone knew of her hostility towards a certain head disciple that they adopted- Correct, was adopted without even asking her thank you very much and who overshadowed her own son, Ha! that was laughable. 

Everyone knew she hated him and even she convinced herself that she hated Wei Wuxian but she was just envious that the brat had more heart than her own children. It was easier to act out in hostility than open her arms like her fragile hearted husband. HMPH.

If she sought out that brat with a bundle in her arms then no one questioned, if her eyes narrowed as she spotted him fooling around once again then no one questioned it. “Wei Wuxian!” she growled and everyone in the vicinity scrambled to leave, “If you have time to fool around then do something productive you ungrateful brat!” She threw the bundle of what looked like new robes at him and she huffed in annoyance, her back quickly turned towards him. 

Sanctuary was not something that Feng Wu was used to. This place however, had a feeling that Feng Wu couldn’t explain, so un-intimidating it was intimidating. How strange.

Though here she was, having strayed into another Sects land, she had been cursing herself for the last hour. This was stupid. She shouldn’t have come here. There was enough embarrassment attached to her family name, all of it her fault, she shouldn’t have added extra. While it wasn’t going to affect her, she worried for her mother, weak and left poor by their excommunication. It would be those around her that paid the highest price. Losing your cultivation was shame enough, falling from the position of Celestial Princess to comoner, more so. To partially regain your cultivation and lose the entrance exam to the most elite school on the continent.

Unthinkable to show her face again. What was more unthinkable, was the fact that she truly didn’t understand the plotting and scheming it had taken to orchestrate her fall. You couldn’t allow someone genuinely kind to rise to power. Could you?

Careful, she sat, on her knees, swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to hide the shaking breath. With all of her heart, Feng Wu wished that the news of the fallen Princess had not spread, the last three years had been hard enough but she also knew better than to expect things from people. People liked to gossip. Even more so when it was someone elite who lost their position.

“I um…” why was this so hard? Why did the simple act of asking for help rip her up? A smile, a small bow of her head, the familiar red and white robes of the Feng Sect wrapped around her, the long sleeves and carefully crafted white and red flowers in her hair, had the air of a noble woman. Despite how much she hated using her heritage to get things, it was useful. The once Sect air offered an apology,  “I understand that it is unconventional to turn up unannounced, I did not mean to offend.” Though truthfully, that might have been the last of her worries, travelling without any escort, alone, was much more dangerous than asking for help.

you say my eyes are getting too dark now but boy, you ain't ever seen my mind

@memorystxrs​ sent: “ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ” (mianmian @ lan xichen)

          “I can,” Lan Xichen admits, lowering his gaze with a faint smile tugging on his lips despite his heavy heart. It’s not often that he meets someone as brave and outspoken as Mianman, most people never daring to speak up in fear of stepping on the wrong toes. It’s good to mind one’s MANNERS, of course, but sometimes it’s also necessary to stand by one’s opinions and decisions. The cultivation world is one Xichen wouldn’t want to miss, as it’s all he’s ever known, but he can very much relate to Mianman growing tiring of the endless POLITICS. There is too much focus on shifts in power, too much mistrust among supposed allies, and too little tolerance for the differences that make all of them human.

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