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#XieLianWeek2022
🌺 Day 2 Prompt: Second Ascension
Book 4, Wuming POV + bonus #hualian (#wulian) 800 years later
The stomped-over petals of the white flower were scattered across the floor. A miserable beauty thoroughly trampled—It reminded Wuming of his god.
#XieLianWeek2022
🌺 Day 2 Prompt: Second Ascension
Book 4, Wuming POV + bonus #hualian (#wulian) 800 years later
The stomped-over petals of the white flower were scattered across the floor. A miserable beauty thoroughly trampled—It reminded Wuming of his god.
Wuming just stared, a horrified expression hidden behind his mask as his beloved, pierced himself through with the same damned black sword that caused him so much suffering already, jumping down to land flat on the cold Lang'er Bay ground.
He admittedly hated the way His Highness resulted to do this, but he had a hunch why he's still trying so hard.
After all, he said what he said: His Highness will forever be His Highness.
Besides, Wuming understood it like no one else what it meant to feel one person enough.
After all, he said what he said: His Highness will forever be His Highness.
Besides, Wuming understood it like no one else what it meant to feel one person enough.
🧵FIRST THREAD FIC
🖌️ My take on a calligraphy practice
🧽 Or rather, its aftermath
🖤 Some bittersweet, gentle Wu Ming loving
🔞 NSFW, Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of book 4
#tgcf #wulian #hualian
🖌️ My take on a calligraphy practice
🧽 Or rather, its aftermath
🖤 Some bittersweet, gentle Wu Ming loving
🔞 NSFW, Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of book 4
#tgcf #wulian #hualian
Xie Lian knows that calling him nameless was not the cruelest thing he has done to him.
With each splash, black stripes dissolve, becoming one with the darkening warm water.
On the nearby chair, black clothes are folded neatly, with a white smiling mask resting on the top.
With each splash, black stripes dissolve, becoming one with the darkening warm water.
On the nearby chair, black clothes are folded neatly, with a white smiling mask resting on the top.
The same mask he hid a smile underneath.
A smile of devotion, fulfillment and sacrifice.
Black are the drops, sliding down the alabaster skin before him, ink staining the washcloth in his hand.
A smile of devotion, fulfillment and sacrifice.
Black are the drops, sliding down the alabaster skin before him, ink staining the washcloth in his hand.
