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✧ My jester court to an audience of none ✧ I think I can write sometimes ✧

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Some #Ruanliu drabbles

Top left: the finer memories (24 April '24)
Top right: under her repair (15 May '24)
Bottom left: bliss my solitude (1 July '24)
Bottom right: just a sample (8 July '24)
The finer memories that defy abundance, Jingliu let linger. They are stragglers amidst overdue collapse. Supplicant to the survivor of a vanished shore. Mara quickly crowds those hallowed spaces. But is sound ever absent? Her blindfold could only do so much. They cannot insulate against reticent fragments, repel the additive synthesis of a planet’s maw, nor return the laughter wrung to vacuum. All bind her flesh. Another form of contagion. Ruan Mei is laden with it, flourishing freer in its mire. The unspoken, beyond language, arise from the silksteel strings of her home. Hers? Once, with snakeskin of Yaoqing provenance. She spares no breath arriving at the makeshift biome. Minutes upon hours, she has waited. Splice grafting on the everbloom branch complete. Room humidity stabilized. Plenty of dappled sunlight. Ruan Mei raises her xiaoruan and touches its underside. The callus, out from Jingliu's perfect cut, is dry and seeking. She slants it level to the damp soil it craves and retreats until her heels pulse against the lake surface. A snarl of ice ripples not too far behind. No time to correct technique. Jingliu stops beside her, erhu and bow in grip. “I trust you remember?” “I trust the rewards.” The syllables belonging to that soft-faced immortal — so immersed in research, anchored beneath the tumult of the waves — have begun to congeal. She knows not when, only that somewhere in the interim of their conversations no longer follows corrections. That these missives send her to warmer and warmer planets, recall her to the ship with temperate welcomes, and abstain every appeal to enter the lab. That every meal arrives seasonably warm. Every need is met with the prerequisite they remain at arm’s length. Even farther. It should upset her, but she blanks, a little, at how effective the distance augments. Jingliu's presence alone banishes from the symposium any semblance of routine. Her taciturn visage, unenthusiastic side-eye… both fascinate and repel the remaining researchers. Ruan Mei rotates her glass, frowning. What's more— “Not to your liking?” “Lukewarm.” Charming how quickly Jingliu, a broad pillar of tailored white, shadows her. She details the first drops, duhat to jasmine, shrugging. “I'm getting ice.” “I will do you one better.” Jingliu bends toward the rim. Eyes never straying from hers, she blows steadily into the glass, coating it in a fine layer of frost before straightening. She stills as Ruan Mei offers it back.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
Some #Ruanliu drabbles

Top left: the finer memories (24 April '24)
Top right: under her repair (15 May '24)
Bottom left: bliss my solitude (1 July '24)
Bottom right: just a sample (8 July '24)
The finer memories that defy abundance, Jingliu let linger. They are stragglers amidst overdue collapse. Supplicant to the survivor of a vanished shore. Mara quickly crowds those hallowed spaces. But is sound ever absent? Her blindfold could only do so much. They cannot insulate against reticent fragments, repel the additive synthesis of a planet’s maw, nor return the laughter wrung to vacuum. All bind her flesh. Another form of contagion. Ruan Mei is laden with it, flourishing freer in its mire. The unspoken, beyond language, arise from the silksteel strings of her home. Hers? Once, with snakeskin of Yaoqing provenance. She spares no breath arriving at the makeshift biome. Minutes upon hours, she has waited. Splice grafting on the everbloom branch complete. Room humidity stabilized. Plenty of dappled sunlight. Ruan Mei raises her xiaoruan and touches its underside. The callus, out from Jingliu's perfect cut, is dry and seeking. She slants it level to the damp soil it craves and retreats until her heels pulse against the lake surface. A snarl of ice ripples not too far behind. No time to correct technique. Jingliu stops beside her, erhu and bow in grip. “I trust you remember?” “I trust the rewards.” The syllables belonging to that soft-faced immortal — so immersed in research, anchored beneath the tumult of the waves — have begun to congeal. She knows not when, only that somewhere in the interim of their conversations no longer follows corrections. That these missives send her to warmer and warmer planets, recall her to the ship with temperate welcomes, and abstain every appeal to enter the lab. That every meal arrives seasonably warm. Every need is met with the prerequisite they remain at arm’s length. Even farther. It should upset her, but she blanks, a little, at how effective the distance augments. Jingliu's presence alone banishes from the symposium any semblance of routine. Her taciturn visage, unenthusiastic side-eye… both fascinate and repel the remaining researchers. Ruan Mei rotates her glass, frowning. What's more— “Not to your liking?” “Lukewarm.” Charming how quickly Jingliu, a broad pillar of tailored white, shadows her. She details the first drops, duhat to jasmine, shrugging. “I'm getting ice.” “I will do you one better.” Jingliu bends toward the rim. Eyes never straying from hers, she blows steadily into the glass, coating it in a fine layer of frost before straightening. She stills as Ruan Mei offers it back.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Writing ideas my beloved
A screenshot of Coach Sue Sylvester, a character from the show Glee, sending a long, imperious gaze to the right, her words altered to say, "I am going to create a fic that is so irrelevant to anybody's interests."
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
Writing ideas my beloved
A screenshot of Coach Sue Sylvester, a character from the show Glee, sending a long, imperious gaze to the right, her words altered to say, "I am going to create a fic that is so irrelevant to anybody's interests."
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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(2/2)
Then Ruan Mei was tugging Jingliu to her mouth, her cool tongue laving over her, following the paths she had created. “You’re perfect,” she murmured in between short and languid strokes, savoring the few sounds Jingliu released in response. “The state of you… What you vessel and what meaning you impart will guide the design… Trust me. Your patience won't be all for naught.” Jingliu's eyes fluttered shut. “I…” Ruan Mei lowered her chin on Jingliu's head, refusing the request from entirely withering. “What is it that you want?” Jingliu flexed the stiffness out of her jaw, opening her eyes. “The heat. I want it warmer. Please.” She hummed and, from the periphery of Jingliu's vision, began to reach for the lighter.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
(2/2)
Then Ruan Mei was tugging Jingliu to her mouth, her cool tongue laving over her, following the paths she had created. “You’re perfect,” she murmured in between short and languid strokes, savoring the few sounds Jingliu released in response. “The state of you… What you vessel and what meaning you impart will guide the design… Trust me. Your patience won't be all for naught.” Jingliu's eyes fluttered shut. “I…” Ruan Mei lowered her chin on Jingliu's head, refusing the request from entirely withering. “What is it that you want?” Jingliu flexed the stiffness out of her jaw, opening her eyes. “The heat. I want it warmer. Please.” She hummed and, from the periphery of Jingliu's vision, began to reach for the lighter.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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#Ruanliu fragment from a silly wip (1/2)
“We’ll proceed, then.” Ruan Mei touched Jingliu's shoulder. She did not need to ask twice; Jingliu knelt, remaining still for Ruan Mei to unbutton her shirt, even more still as cool hands nudged down to bunch the fabric at her waist. One of them dropped to the small of her back and Jingliu inhaled deeply, releasing it the farther away it rose with patient measurements. “Wait here,” she sighed. Quick fingers played at the waistband of her pants and vanished. Pressing her palms flat to the floor, Jingliu stretched. Ruan Mei rounded back with a small copper pot, a lighter, and a calligraphy brush in grip. Something sweet wafted over, barely noticeable as Ruan Mei grasped her chin and tilted her upward. “Will it burn?” asked Jingliu. Ruan Mei eyed her, irreverent. “Would you like it to?” A filamentous reverberation of laughter wrapped around Jingliu unbidden, phantasmic in its warmth as it coasted along her skin, stoking from within an ancient longing. She squeezed her eyes shut and threaded back the barest recollections; of hands that bruised and lavished; that insatiable curiosity colliding with fervor in the unknown, whether it from the snap of a bowstring on her hip to a grazing, coalescent kiss; or of nectar dripping, dripping— She cut forward and shook her head. “Not today.” After some hesitation, she pulled her hair to rest over her shoulder. “Show me what you have.” “We’re in agreement. It's simple syrup.” There was a tapping of heels, and Jingliu's eyes opened in time to see her crouching closer, tipping a dollop of the liquid over her right index and middle fingers. She raised the pot above and behind Jingliu. “Equal parts water and sugar combined near the boiling point. Will you savor it for me?” Jingliu seized, caging a gasp between her lips as the first drops fell. Ruan Mei kept at it, twisted the angle just so that they were beading together into rivulets that splashed simmering lines along her icy back. Trembling at the thaw, she nearly buckled from the initial sear. She had forgotten the bliss of heat. She almost forgot how good it felt, how well Ruan Mei’s hand guided, to which she was sure was the point. And the longer the syrup ran, the more Jingliu wanted to writhe, to spread on the floor, but she held it out, so wound tight that she was curling, pressing her trembling lips together and growing wetter. The heat simply meandered along, rich and unbothered. All the while Ruan Mei watched with the rumor of a smile on her lips. Loathe as Jingliu was to admit it, she had missed this. When she parted her lips and Ruan Mei delved in, thumb weighing down her tongue, flooding her mouth with viscous sweetness, she could not stop the choked moan that slipped out. Minutes flowed at a glacial pace and spilled from Jingliu’s mouth as she cleaned Ruan Mei’s fingers with abandon. She blinked rapidly, swallowing down bitterness as Ruan Mei withdrew. Wiping her hand on Jingliu's pant leg, she stood and selected a chair from the kitchen, dragging it around to stop behind Jingliu. The same hand closed around her throat, coaxing her out of slackened form. “In the future,” she began softly, “there is more to this, and more for you to take. Your input? Beautiful,” she added as Jingliu, hemmed in at the throat, let out a groan of appreciation. She jolted at the first fleeting touches of Ruan Mei prying the syrup away from her back. She swallowed with difficulty, bending in time to the hands pushing and pulling, honing in on every snap and chew.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
#Ruanliu fragment from a silly wip (1/2)
“We’ll proceed, then.” Ruan Mei touched Jingliu's shoulder. She did not need to ask twice; Jingliu knelt, remaining still for Ruan Mei to unbutton her shirt, even more still as cool hands nudged down to bunch the fabric at her waist. One of them dropped to the small of her back and Jingliu inhaled deeply, releasing it the farther away it rose with patient measurements. “Wait here,” she sighed. Quick fingers played at the waistband of her pants and vanished. Pressing her palms flat to the floor, Jingliu stretched. Ruan Mei rounded back with a small copper pot, a lighter, and a calligraphy brush in grip. Something sweet wafted over, barely noticeable as Ruan Mei grasped her chin and tilted her upward. “Will it burn?” asked Jingliu. Ruan Mei eyed her, irreverent. “Would you like it to?” A filamentous reverberation of laughter wrapped around Jingliu unbidden, phantasmic in its warmth as it coasted along her skin, stoking from within an ancient longing. She squeezed her eyes shut and threaded back the barest recollections; of hands that bruised and lavished; that insatiable curiosity colliding with fervor in the unknown, whether it from the snap of a bowstring on her hip to a grazing, coalescent kiss; or of nectar dripping, dripping— She cut forward and shook her head. “Not today.” After some hesitation, she pulled her hair to rest over her shoulder. “Show me what you have.” “We’re in agreement. It's simple syrup.” There was a tapping of heels, and Jingliu's eyes opened in time to see her crouching closer, tipping a dollop of the liquid over her right index and middle fingers. She raised the pot above and behind Jingliu. “Equal parts water and sugar combined near the boiling point. Will you savor it for me?” Jingliu seized, caging a gasp between her lips as the first drops fell. Ruan Mei kept at it, twisted the angle just so that they were beading together into rivulets that splashed simmering lines along her icy back. Trembling at the thaw, she nearly buckled from the initial sear. She had forgotten the bliss of heat. She almost forgot how good it felt, how well Ruan Mei’s hand guided, to which she was sure was the point. And the longer the syrup ran, the more Jingliu wanted to writhe, to spread on the floor, but she held it out, so wound tight that she was curling, pressing her trembling lips together and growing wetter. The heat simply meandered along, rich and unbothered. All the while Ruan Mei watched with the rumor of a smile on her lips. Loathe as Jingliu was to admit it, she had missed this. When she parted her lips and Ruan Mei delved in, thumb weighing down her tongue, flooding her mouth with viscous sweetness, she could not stop the choked moan that slipped out. Minutes flowed at a glacial pace and spilled from Jingliu’s mouth as she cleaned Ruan Mei’s fingers with abandon. She blinked rapidly, swallowing down bitterness as Ruan Mei withdrew. Wiping her hand on Jingliu's pant leg, she stood and selected a chair from the kitchen, dragging it around to stop behind Jingliu. The same hand closed around her throat, coaxing her out of slackened form. “In the future,” she began softly, “there is more to this, and more for you to take. Your input? Beautiful,” she added as Jingliu, hemmed in at the throat, let out a groan of appreciation. She jolted at the first fleeting touches of Ruan Mei prying the syrup away from her back. She swallowed with difficulty, bending in time to the hands pushing and pulling, honing in on every snap and chew.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
#Liubai excerpt in the interim ⛵
“I could, you know,” and Baiheng grins, wagging that hand, “check. See if everything’s connected again.” "Say more," whispers Jingliu. "My imagination limits me.” “It won't only be your imagination once I'm through with you.” Hand gliding to rest at the base of one of Baiheng's ears, she pinches until Baiheng grumbles and tucks into Jingliu's neck. She jolts and relaxes as Baiheng's fangs pierce, lips parted in staggered delight, the truth of it all warming and trembling pure around her embrace. Then she remembers herself. Before Baiheng can lave at Jingliu's blood, she leans back to splay against the floor of the skiff. Baiheng follows her down, giggling close to her skin, broken and threatening to stain gold. “They won’t hear you. There isn’t a scheduled soul who’ll leave the cottage within the next quarter.” “I deny them the act.” “For me, then?” prompts Baiheng. She sits the both of them up, pulling their hips flush together, and Jingliu swallows, each and every present trouble all but quick to dissolve under the tongue. As Baiheng reaches out, finger dragging on Jingliu's bottom lip, her grin mellows with a surefire vow. “No meridian pins to recalibrate, no broken machinery to repair— none of that,” she declares. “Any who dares enter our vicinity will pay with their eyes.”
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM