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farsickness2021-07-13 03:29 am
eternallywandering) wrote in farsickness2021-07-13 03:29 am
Entry tags:
(One Open + One Closed)
Who: Zhou Zishu & Open
When: Mid-July
What: Practicing (i.e. Window of Heaven/Four Seasons Manor techniques) and eating snow. No, really.
Where: Around the home he shares with Wen Kexing. Feel free to see him launching himself around like some kind of superhero.
Warnings: TBD
(Spar)
The weather doesn't agree with him - it is too damn hot - but he has to stay in shape. Even immortals can be lazy and he isn't about to let his husband win their sparring matches. So Baiyi, his sword, is in his hand as he strikes at an invisible opponent. Zishu kicks up dust and grass-blades as he maneuvers his feet in complex rhythms and patterns. Then, suddenly, he launches himself into the air, landing on the roof of his house.
He continues his "battle" up there, dipping and weaving as if gravity has never held him down. When he finally lands - on the ground - again, he isn't even out of breath.
(Snow; Closed to Wen Kexing.)
Hunger pangs demand his attention when he lets himself into the house. They have magic to keep the ice and snow cold, at least, and he fills a cup with the latter, eating it steadily. He refuses to go into the town - or anywhere, truly - without enough snow on his stomach to keep him satisfied. Otherwise the scents...
They are very tempting.
"Lao Wen? Are you here?"
When: Mid-July
What: Practicing (i.e. Window of Heaven/Four Seasons Manor techniques) and eating snow. No, really.
Where: Around the home he shares with Wen Kexing. Feel free to see him launching himself around like some kind of superhero.
Warnings: TBD
(Spar)
The weather doesn't agree with him - it is too damn hot - but he has to stay in shape. Even immortals can be lazy and he isn't about to let his husband win their sparring matches. So Baiyi, his sword, is in his hand as he strikes at an invisible opponent. Zishu kicks up dust and grass-blades as he maneuvers his feet in complex rhythms and patterns. Then, suddenly, he launches himself into the air, landing on the roof of his house.
He continues his "battle" up there, dipping and weaving as if gravity has never held him down. When he finally lands - on the ground - again, he isn't even out of breath.
(Snow; Closed to Wen Kexing.)
Hunger pangs demand his attention when he lets himself into the house. They have magic to keep the ice and snow cold, at least, and he fills a cup with the latter, eating it steadily. He refuses to go into the town - or anywhere, truly - without enough snow on his stomach to keep him satisfied. Otherwise the scents...
They are very tempting.
"Lao Wen? Are you here?"
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"My Lao Wen is busy." he mirrors the bow, sheathing his sword for the moment, "I don't want to overwhelm some stranger."
From anyone else those words would sound haughty. However, in this case, it's the truth. Zishu's skills are far greater than the average Cultivator could hope to achieve. Lan Wangji is a different story, of course, but he isn't assuming the other is offering.
no subject
He tilts his head, pale eyes questioning slightly.
"Try?"
This one is an offer, at least.
no subject
"Please. I would be honored."
They both know how to pull their punches, so he doesn't expect this to get messy. The point is to go through the motions and keep their bodies and Cores fit.