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Event Twenty-Five.
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And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you? | |
Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! | |
t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.
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[ He really can't argue that point. He doesn't have any great big feelings for anything right now. ]
It'll be for the state of the town, right? I don't really care, but it'll be fine.
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He could take the flowers he'd given back, but... now that he's free of their influence, he recalls how close to fulfilling Quest 67 he'd actually come. If he'd picked one more flower, or been provoked one more time....
Well, there's only one thing left to do. ]
If you don't care about that, then surely you won't care about this, either.
[ He reaches to pluck the flowers from Shen Qingqiu's hair and his hand, all five flowers if he can reach them.
...that's right, five. Because one of the flowers in the man's hair, he can't get to. ]
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The last flower is the one he started with. It's the one that fills his head with a great amount of love and he just hates it. Really, he can't stress enough that he didn't realize that when he isn't stressing about this or that, and focused on how nice and wonderful everything is -- he can actually be quite an idiot!! What the fuck is that about?! ]
You took them all back, again. You must really like flowers, Wifi.
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4/5
[ He doesn't know why, but for some reason, he just does. Time to set fire to these things. He yanks out a fire talisman from his sleeve and hurls it at the flowers... ]
4/4 (the magnolia is making ME stupid)
[ While he's still holding them.
Because, with this magnolia in his bouquet, he's an idiot. ]
OUR SHARED ONE BRAINCELL DOING ITS BEST
[ Do something! ]
That's a fire.
[ Oh. My. God. ]
You shouldn't be holding it. [ And he slaps the flowers with his own hand to get them out of Wei Wuxian's. Why is it that when his head is filled with love that he ends up being quite dumb? He wonders what that says about anything -- love is blind, but it also lowers the IQ. Should he say sorry about how Ning Yingying seemed to be a fluffy-headed girl in the original novel now that he understands what it is like?! Probably!! ]
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[ Too late! The flaming flowers (that he hates) are knocked from his hand, to the ground, where they burn to a nice crisp. Now they're a bunch of dead flowers. Well, even though they're dead (and he hates them) they're his flowers, not this idiot next to him. He stoops down right away, and gathers them all up again. ]
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Now he has a bouquet of dead flowers, exactly what you'd give someone you hate, the perfect symbol of love gone wrong. He looks up, from beneath his lashes, at the exquisite person standing before him. ]
Are you hurt, my love?
[ He reaches out, to take Shen Qingqiu's elegant hand in his, and examine it for burns. ]
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[ That is kind of what happens when one takes a swing at fire, dumbass!
His hand is taken and the skin is a little red and tender due to shoving his hand in fire. Shen Qingqiu on the inside of his heart is rubbing his face, a lot. ]
... eh? "My love?"
[ Notice this fucking shit sooner! ]
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I've hurt you. I'm so sorry.
[ He fixes Shen QIngqiu with the most apologetic and regretful of looks. And then, tenderly: ]
I'll kiss it and make it better.
[ Lips puckered, he lifts up Shen Qingqiu's hand. ]
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Will it? I don't think so --
[ But he still allows his hand to be kissed. If he were himself, he would feel goosebumps run down his back. This isn't the sort of situation that should be done in public, or privately!! Especially to him!! Hello!? ]
You didn't hurt me. You almost hurt yourself! Isn't that different?
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Of course it's different. If I've hurt myself, it's fine. I'll get better. But hurting you...
[ He'd been gazing into Shen Qingqiu's eyes, but now he looks away. His voice goes hoarse. ]
...I can hardly live with myself. The last thing I'd ever want, is to cause you pain.
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But if it is between this strange karma situation and being cut into a stick, he'll take the former! Gladly! Not gladly! But he'll take it! ]
There's nothing fine about you hurting yourself.
[ He reaches out to take Wei Wuxian's hand. What are we? ]
There's nothing fine about it!
[ Like, yeah, I agree. But the setting for these kind of words... does it have to be like this? ]
So, if you say you don't want to cause me pain, then... don't let yourself be hurt.
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A-Qiu... you really do care.
[ He exhales, a sigh of perfect happiness. And then he steps in, nearer to the man, letting his eyelids drift down and his head tilt to one side.... ]
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What.
What the.
What the fuck is going on?
Am I trying to kiss this guy now? I mean, we had a bunch of frogitis kisses, little pecks that didn't mean anything, but I'm going for a real kiss now! ]
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1/3
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As if!! No way!! Who is to blame here?! Who caused this?! He's beyond tired!! And none of this is fair!
But this is platonic!! PLATONIC!! A totally platonic kiss!! They've kissed over thirty-one times, so one more doesn't mean anything! It is just how it is! Two bros. Little bro Wifi! That's it! ]
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He lets out a single muffled laugh as he hugs Wei Wuxian tight around the shoulders. Totally platonic! ]
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We'll always be together...
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Except... no, that's not true. We'll have to part one day.
[ ...that Shen Qingqiu had invited him back to his own world, but he'd had to refuse. ]
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A-Qiu, I d-d-d-don't want to lose yoooooooou!
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