#yanbawang

 he    soaks    in    every    detail    of    the    familiar    throne    room.    royal    familes    came    and    went.    some    cruel    despots    and    some    magnanimous    saints.    whichever    that    this    man,    hongyan   lian,    could    be    was    still    yet    to    be    seen.    

Though their statuses had drastically changed, Báiyīng’s view of Hóngyán had remained largely the same.  Perhaps the cause of that was growing up watching him and her brothers fighting together, knowing he had their respect and complete trust so she couldn’t help but extend that to him as well.  Things were different now... no longer would her cousin bow before her as the legitimate first princess of the Huáng Empire, but now she lowered herself to him as the first born son of Emperor Hóngdé.  

At times she had trouble accepting it, wanting to feel close to him as she did as a child, being able to approach him like a brother but that was far more difficult now.  She wasn’t a child and he was the next in line to inherit the throne, the strongest and most respected man their Empire had to offer.  Now she honored him most as a lesser general beneath him, prepared to take orders for Huáng’s glory.

“Lord Hóngyán, I’ve returned from the Northern Plains for the time being,”

            HER NECK LIFTS TO  reveal a jagged scar —— all glass & razorblades over dozens of reincarnations.  in this one, her ribs spread bare while her chest spills blood onto a slain hunter.  its flesh still sizzles from the flames of her blade, the garb burnt to soot.  maria hardly found the opportunity to kick the corpse over before hearing another pair of feet scumble into her tower.  dead women fear little.

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SHE     IS     ENERGY     BARELY     CONTAINED     .     a     sense     of     vibration     there     beneath     flesh     &&     bone     .          (     I     AM     HERE     /     I     AM     ALIVE     /     I     AM     A     FORCE     )     even     still     ,     even     completely     immobile     ,     she     is     a     weapon     finely     honed     .          a     blade     in     steel     &&     hand     :     forged     of     little     more     than     determination     /     tempered     by     fire     willingly     leapt     into     .          NO     VICTIM     :     came     out     stronger     than     before     .          unbroken     .          indestructible     !    

HUA     MULAN     HAS     ALWAYS     DEALT     IN     EXTREMES     .          never     in     anything     half     made     .          too     loud     /     too     bold     /     too     determined     .          too     unwilling     to     let     life     pass     on     by     without     grabbing     on     with     both     hands     &&     shaping     her     own     destiny     .          NO     PASSIVE     PARTICIPANT     .          for     every     inch     she     is     sweet     :     she     is     poison     .          two     sides     /     two     wholes     .          never     more     than     the     other     ,     changing     with     the     situation                    both     her     &&     nothing     else     .    

SHE     SITS     THERE     ,     IN     HER     TENT     .          the     light     from     the     brazer     casting     soft     shadows                    turning     things     hazy     &&     warm     .          her     armor     is     gone     ,     placed     with     care     on     it's     stand     &&     her     hair     is     unbound     :     trailing     behind     her     like     a     sweet     scented     breeze     .          it     is     well     known     within     any     camp     she     has     been     in     once     standing     started     to     grow     that     this     is     her     space     .          THIS     IS     OFF     LIMITS     .          there     is     only     a     few     who     dare     to     enter     &&     she     likes     it     this     way     .          (     IT     IS     SAFER     THIS     WAY     )     he     is     one     of     the     small     number     &&     she     tells     herself     :     it     is     friendship     forged     that     does     not     have     her     chasing     him     away     .          she     knows     :     there     is     no     space     within     any     camp     that     can     be     denied     his     entry     .    

SHE     IS     IN     MOTION     .          moving     this     way     :     moving     that     .          it     is     only     that     she     is     here     &&     not     on     the     battlefield     ,     not     where     eyes     can     pick     apart     every     thing     she     does     .          time     in     the     army     has     done     wonders     :     picked     up     tics     &&     practices     from     the     men     surrounding     but     ,     still     ,     there     is     INHERENT     SOFTNESS     to     the     female     form     ever     visible     when     the     armor     comes     off     &&     not     even     reputation     can     hide     it     .    

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IF     IT     WEREN’T     FOR    THE     LAWS    OF     THIS     LAND   :       i     would         CUT     YOU    without     hesitation