'Take your Son, Sir', Ford Madox Brown 1851-6
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'Take your Son, Sir', Ford Madox Brown 1851-6

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BeeTober 2020 Day 31
Thunder - Wei Wuxian
Day 31 comes with some brotherly feels between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, who decide to let Jiang Fengmian know just who is the one securing deals in the company, with a bonus side of Mingcheng. This also marks the last day of BeeTober and I thank everyone who stuck with me through it! <3Ā
Jiang Cheng just settled down tackle the essay he still has to hand in, when Wei Wuxian barges into his room.
Jiang Cheng sends him a murderous glare, because Wei Wuxian promised to be out todayāitās the whole reason Jiang Cheng decided to get started on this today, after allāand Jiang Cheng is not liking this one bit.
Especially not when he sees the thunderous expression on Wei Wuxianās face.
āWhatās going on now?ā Jiang Cheng asks with a sigh and turns around to Wei Wuxian.
He wonāt get that essay done today, Jiang Cheng already knows it, and so he mentally says goodbye to it. Heāll have to buckle down on that tomorrow.
āI just talked to Uncle Fengmian,ā Wei Wuxian says, and he immediately starts pacing Jiang Chengās room.
It wasnāt a nice talk, then, and Jiang Cheng can already guess what it was about.
His father informed him first, after all.
āWhat about?ā Jiang Cheng still asks because he guesses that Wei Wuxian needs to get it all off his chest first before Jiang Cheng can tell him the good news.
āHe congratulated me on a job well done,ā Wei Wuxian seethes, āyou know with the production of the new phone.ā
Jiang Cheng nods, because of course his father did.
āSo what?ā Jiang Cheng wants to know because when Wei Wuxian is worked up like this, he usually needs a little prodding to spill it all and not just sit on it and let it fester.
āHe congratulated me,ā Wei Wuxian says and he sounds so angry about it that Jiang Cheng has to hide his smile.
Itās always good to know that at least his brother is on his side, even if his fatherāparentās really, if Jiang Cheng is honestāis not.
āMe,ā Wei Wuxian hisses and throws his hands up. āThe audacity! As if I could have ever wrangled those deals for production. Iām good at inventing crazy shit and youāre the one doing all the important people work. And he wouldnāt even listen to me!ā
āOh, really,ā Jiang Cheng replies, still so very calm, because his father has already gushed to him about Wei Wuxianās achievement and how well he did, handling everything on his own.
Jiang Cheng had his time to be upset over this already, and heās past it.
for the fic request thing: shadowghast + mutual pining (bc i am a basic bitch) if you please?
oh man this was... so painful (to clarify: in a fun way!) to write because if I write mutual pining my brain is just in the background throwing popcorn at the screen likeĀ ākiss already, you idiots!ā and dear god I had to restrain that impulse. I hope you like it, anon!Ā
Essek isnāt quite sure how it happensāitās been something heās avoided so far, rooming at first awkwardly with Fjord and Caduceus, which had been a fine if strange arrangement, or splitting a room with Yasha, who had sat across from him and sharpened the Magicianās Judge in what he prayed was meant to be a joke at his expense. Or, on most nights, when they stay in Calebās hut, sprawled out among the group, trying his hardest not to let his feet nudge someone else.
He manages it, usually, but often he ends up so close to Caleb that he can hear his breath, feel the soft purr of Frumpkinās chest, that he barely gets any rest, holding his own breath to keep from doing anything that will ruin whatever tentative truce they have now.
Caleb seems the most likely to forgive him, and yet he cannot bring himself to move any further, stuck in stasis where he doesnāt have to think about the way Caleb catches him in his gaze and fixes him there like heās being dissected.
Where he doesnāt have to think about how much he would enjoy being taken apart.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Colleen Holt, Krolia (Voltron) Additional Tags: background kidge Summary:
Itās been emotional.

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How to check in on your aunt without it seeming like you've portended her death when that's exactly why you're asking if she's well in the first place??
too much tv... too little tiem...
(( I'm not too familiar with your characters! - Tell me a little about each one that you're interested in talking ab out, please! :D ))
The healer with a limp cuts potatoes at a counter, humming a quiet hymn learned in Lordaeron long ago beneath his breath as he works. The sound of childrenās laughter echoes from somewhere else in the big manor by the sea, the home that both is and is not where heās settled.
Home is wherever his family is, and while some is here, more is elsewhere.
Tyrvarden Grimstryke is an only child, but his found family is vast and his cousin Kalsyn, Lady Ildanan, is as near as any sister. Long rumored to be a pacifist whose dedication to helping others led him to open free clinics in the capital andābefore its fallāin Dalaran, and his service to the Argent Dawn and later the Argent Crusade is well-known.
Rumor has it that he ran afoul of Garrosh Hellscream some years ago and that may have played a role in the death of his then-fiancĆ©e. These days, heās said to be running a hospital somewhere in the southeast of the Kingdom, attached to some unit or another, whose activities have been classified at the highest levels.
Married, now, to a former Scryer with three children, and seemingly well-settled.
So why is it that heās so often rumored to have been seen consorting with mostly Alliance-based elements of the Argent Crusade and writing and sending cryptic warnings? Why has he been seen remarkably often on and around Murder Row?
What is the Lord Kyvare hiding?