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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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Only to soften at the promise of the tub being in their future, and kisses his beloved again before laughing at the lick. "I'm saying they pale compared to my A-Xu. I would be happy if my only company for the rest of my life is Zhou Zishu."
How's that for romantic?
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"You know, you might get your wish." he taps Kexing's nose, "People might climb the mountain to see us; to learn from us, but it'll mostly be you and me."
What will his poor beauty loving husband do?
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His gaze returns to quite sincerity at those words, gazing into his beloved's eyes. "They are welcome to. But I only need you."
Pounce his husband, of course!
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"You are too good to me." he chuckles and kisses Kexing again, snuggling their bodies flush, "I love you, Lao Wen. Look wherever you like, there are beauties everywhere, and I promise I will keep your bed warm."