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Froggy went a-courtin'

Who: Wei Wuxian and frogs
What: Frog Quest
When: Throughout January
Where: All through Chroma
Warning: Wei Wuxian’s thirst

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[ He’d been puzzled by the frog-kissing quest at first, but a bit of time in the library answered at least some of his questions regarding frogs and fairy tales. When you kiss a frog, they transform into a handsome prince. Or princess. Obviously if he’s the one doing the kissing, the frog ought to transform into a princess. Faultless logic. Thus, full of boundless optimism and high spirits, he ventures out into town to find and rescue some amphibious friends. ]

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AAAH!

[ ...a huge clump of wet, rained-on snow slides off the roof of the well, catching him in the back of the neck and sending him catapulting down into the well. No good deed goes unpunished. Even as he tumbles, he doesn't drop the frog, drawing it to himself and trying his best to protect it with his body.

Splash! ]

[Welp.

Prepared as he was for this eventuality, he wasn't quite prepared to be basically hugged by a total stranger, while stuck in frog form, while falling into a well. He freezes up! Not a single sound from him! As they splash back into the well he'd only just escaped mere moments before.

The shock of cold water shocks him out of that moment's confusion though, and he'll take advantage of his slippery little frog body to wiggle out of the poor man's grasp and hop up onto whatever part of his body is safely out of the water. A knee maybe? His head? Sorry guy, he might be a frog but he still prefers dry land.

You get an apology chirp for your troubles, at least.]

[ ....

ow. ]

Are you all right?

[ That was a hard fall, but his cultivation is just sufficiently high enough that he didn't break anything. Not that he cares; he's worried about the frog. He sighs, relieved, when it wriggles from his grasp and hops to higher ground (the side of his head, the little froggy feet cold against his ear. ]

Haha, sorry about that. I'll get you out of here, don't worry!

["Yes, I'm alright!" he chirps, because even if nobody can understand him he can't help his manners. (And yet despite his manners, he feels no shame in putting his little froggy feet all over the man's head. He's a practical frog!

...If only Ruo Ye were here, they could get out easily.....did it disappear along with his clothes? He knows he had it before, that's how he got out the first time, so it must have gone wherever his clothes went when he changed, right? It's the only explanation he can think of at the moment, anyway.

Those little froggy feet will move to a more convenient location once the human gets up, at least.]

[ He sits up, slowly, sweeping the frog from his head. He's worried the little creature will have a hard time hanging on to him when he starts moving around; it did have trouble balancing on the edge of the well. He looks up at the ladder. ]

It's easier getting out of the well than it used to be.

[ There had been a thick layer of magical ice covering the well when he'd arrived. ]

Now, I'm going to put you somewhere safe and warm for a little while. Don't worry, it won't be long, just until I've climbed out of here.

[ Sorry frog, he's stuffing you into his lapels for the moment. He needs both hands to climb. Up he goes. ]

[The fact there's a ladder in here does give him the impression people fall in here often...or maybe this is just where people end up? Maybe it's the landing point for a thousand-li contracting earth spell? Maybe that's how he got here--

He freezes up again at getting suddenly manhandled (froghandled?) into someone's shirt, but. The well is cold, and the body is warm...his highness the frog calms down rather quickly as a result, even going so far as to wriggle his way into a slightly more comfortable position as he waits for them to reach safety up above.

Thank you, kind stranger! If they'd switched places he might have considered catching you for dinner, and he feels kind of bad about realizing that!]

[ The sensation of the frog wriggling against his chest makes him feel strange. He swallows hard and tries not to think about it as he very carefully climbs out of the well, leaps over the side, and moves well away from any more snow clumps.

He starts to reach for the frog, but his hand hesitates. ]

If I change you back here, your clothes will be wet, if you came out of the well earlier. It's cold outside. Let me take you somewhere warmer, where you can dry off.

[ He looks down. He can't help patting the little frog gently, through his clothes. ]

Is that okay?

[ Not that he understands frog, but it seems polite to ask. ]

[It's impossible for the tiny frog to properly answer that question...but he stares calmly up at the gigantic face above him, graciously accepts the patting (embarrassing though that might be for a grown man), and offers two more tiny chirps in succession.

That probably counts as a yes, right? The possibility that he might one day have to figure out how to communicate as a frog is one that's never once sprung to his mind before...he can't say he regrets that, it's not as if such events are normal in any sense of the word--but regardless, someplace warm and dry would definitely be appreciated, and it's not like he could argue against it anyway in his current state...no that's a lie, he could probably wriggle out and escape if he wanted...

But as they say, one should never look a gift horse in the mouth.]

[ With one hand cupped over the little frog, to keep it from bouncing around in his shirt, he sets off briskly walking. A little while later, he's reached the cobblestone streets of Ruga, found his door, and bounded up the stairs. He seizes a fire talisman from his sleeve and gets the fire going in the hearth. And then, amid the warm firelight glow, he reaches inside his shirt and draws out the frog and holds it in his palm.

He'd only caught a brief glimpse of it at the well, before the both of them had tumbled inside. Now that he looks at it carefully, he can tell: it really is special. The red and gold patterns are beautiful and auspicious. He's kissed a lot of frogs before, but now for some reason he feels shy. ]

I can turn you back, now.

[ He'd had little compunction about grabbing and kissing most of the other frogs, because presumably everyone knew how the quest worked. But for this tiny creature, it will come as a complete surprise. ]

I should warn you. To break the spell, I... I have to kiss you. Are you ready?

[ All of a sudden, his mouth is dry. ]

Edited (he gets a fire going in the hearTH not his heart. probably he has a fire going in his heart too, actually....) 2019-01-10 18:24 (UTC)

[Xie Lian's long resigned himself to his fate by this point, resolved to just go along with the ride until he can get back to his original form--but something about being held so carefully in this room, by the firelight, by an obviously nervous young man.....feels really awkward, actually.

And did he say "kiss"? He said that. That's...that's the solution.

Um.

The frog hesitates - for all that it's possible for a frog to look hesitant - but ultimately, it doesn't seem like he has much choice here, does he? And the young man's been so helpful! Where else could he possibly find such a convenient spell-breaker? (Why is this even a spell common enough for a random stranger to take one look at him and know that's what's going on?)

So Xie Lian hesitates. But after that quiet moment, he chirps again, quietly, and closes his eyes in hopes that'll make this go by quicker. There's an apology running through his mind right now, but to who exactly is something even he isn't quite sure of.]

[ That sweet chirp... it makes his heart tremble. Hurriedly he attempts to clear his mind and think through logistics. The best way to transform a frog is to hold them upright by the midsection, so they'll land on their feet when they transform. But that's an ungainly way to hold a frog and feels disrespectful to this clearly gentle maiden. After a bit more thought, he kneels down and sets the frog on the floor before the fire. It's the warmest spot in the house, and if she's already on the floor, there's no chance of falling when she transforms.
She's probably had enough of falling, after all, even if he's there to catch her.

He kneels in front of her, and bends down for a kiss. The frog is so small, and he has to bow so low, that it feels like a kowtow. As he presses his lips against the frog's dainty mouth, he thinks to himself fancifully:

One for the heavens... ]

[Being a tiny frog means that this man's face leaning in for a kiss seems about on par with a moon falling down to crush a city, in terms of size. He'd opened his eyes again when he was set down on the floor, momentarily confused by the change in position, and--well, he shuts them again pretty quickly once he sees that kiss incoming. Is he kowtowing? That makes sense with the size difference and all, but it looks like a kowtow, right? This is embarrassing! It's a level of embarrassing he hadn't realized was still possible for him!! But he doesn't move, he's a strong god braced for the inevitable, and then in a sudden poof--

There's a beautiful young bride here, taller than one might expect but fully decked out in the dress and veil and everything.

After a moment of disorientation, the first thing he does is cover his face in his hands, in an attempt to hide the fact he's turned as red as his clothes.]

..................Thank you.

[ As the "poof" smoke clears and her figure comes into view.... ]

Oh.

[ ....a variety of emotions work their way through his features. First there's rapt interest, followed by shock, then amazement... ]

[ And then, finally, just a quiet softening of his features, with his lips parted and eyes transfixed. ]

[ He hasn't gotten up from his kneeling position. He kowtows again. One for the earth. ]

[The mix of emotions on the man's face goes entirely unnoticed by Xie Lian, who's still trying to calm down beneath the protective screen of his hands--

But the person in front of him is being much too silent.

Has he gotten up? Is he just quiet from shock? The god has no idea what he looks like right now, but he remembers Nan Feng and Fu Yao's expressions had been quite strange when they saw him, so it's probably pretty bad, right? He peeks through his fingers, a little bit worried at the lack of a response...]

[...WHY IS HE STILL KOWTOWING? What little composure he'd managed to get back in that short moment of silence goes flying right back out the window as he squats down in front of the other man, flailing helplessly, at a total loss as to how to clear up this mess.]

N-n-n-no, please, you really don't need to--I swear, this is all some sort of misunderstanding, you really wouldn't want me, I-I don't even know your name...!

[ Slowly, he straightens up, face-to-veil with his bride.

When he was a boy, if anyone asked him what he thought of arranged marriages, he'd snort. He'd marry for love, if he married at all. In fact, sometimes he wondered what sort of bride his parents might have picked out for him, had they lived. With whom would they wish him to seek happiness lifelong? Still, the idea of marrying someone without ever seeing their face, was one he'd never contemplate.

And yet, this is a bride selected for him, surely, by some heavenly influence. Instantly, he believes that he must go along with fate.

—ah, she's asking his name. So he can ask hers, of course. What a sweet girl. ]

Wei Wuxian. I beg you, tell me yours, also.

[ He reaches for her hands, to quiet her flailing. How shy, how pure. ]

I--

[Maybe mentioning his name wasn't the best way to go about deterring him, but honestly it's really hard to think of a coherent answer when he's this flustered, and now that the question's been turned on him (and his hands are caught) he....well, he does manage to calm down enough to answer that, at least.]

...My name is Xie Lian. [The pretty name probably does nothing to help this situation...there's a half-second's pause before he starts babbling again.]

I, er, I really do mean it though, when I say this is a misunderstanding! You wouldn't--this isn't-- [Deep breath, Xie Lian--] I...I'm a man, not a real bride, I'm truly sorry Mister Wei, you've been very kind, if you'll excuse me--

[Except while he turns away he doesn't actually go anywhere, because his hands are still caught and he can't trust himself to pull away gently and also he can't figure out what direction to actually go at the moment, eyes desperately looking anywhere but at the man in front of him.]

Xie Lian...

[ What a low and melodious voice. He begins to lean down, ready to kowtow once more. And one for Xie — ]

.......a man.

[ ...

IS THIS TOWN TRYING TO TELL HIM SOMETHING??? ]

[ Yes. Yes, it is. Wei Wuxian might be a bit dense at times, but even he can see what the supernatural influence ruling Chroma is telling him. Every single time he'd try to steal kisses from the girls here, he'd only be able to kiss men. He'd be a fool not to notice, at this point. It's so obvious, not even he can miss this.

Aaaaaaah! In his wildest dreams, he'd never imagined that he would the one even considering this idea at all, or—worse yet—acknowledging its truth. ]

[ control your thirst, wei wuxian, and don't tease the girls ]

[ That's exactly what the town is telling him. ]

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