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Update and Sunday Snippet
Sep. 13th, 2020 03:58 pmI should be getting my visa paperwork from my new job tomorrow, and if the process goes smoothly, I am planning to fly out on September 25th-ish. While still teaching 5 classes and packing, so working on my longer fics (Guardian fairy tale/fantasy AU and Untamed modern high school AY) has fallen to the wayside for now. I am writing through the 50 kisses prompt list to keep my hand in, and it’s turned into a SangCheng list because there’s a nasty troll stalking that ship/tag, and while I am fond of that ship in general (it’s in my high school AU), spite has been a good motivation, so if that’s your thing, please do check out my series.
In the meantime, here’s a little snippet from something I want to continue or at least find a place for in another fic, but I don’t know where yet.
Nie Huaisang holds out the new fan he picked up that afternoon in Caiyi Town market. Ovals of heavy, creamy white paper cover thin bamboo ribs that taper to meet a polished bone handle, from which a purple tassel sways at the slightest touch. In general, he prefers folding fans, but this merchant boasted some of the finest paper Huaisang has ever seen. He sets the fan aside and opens the box of water colors Jiang Cheng had gifted him on his last birthday, letting his mind wander as it spins out possibilities for the design he will add to the fan. A pair of orange-gold koi perhaps? Or a scarlet chrysanthemum? Something to reflect the peace he finds when he comes to stay at Lotus Pier, the anchor he finds in Jiang Cheng’s arms, the soothing sound of the lake as it laps against the dock attached to Jiang Cheng’s private quarters. His second home. His refuge. His tranquility and—
Swearing. So much swearing.
In the meantime, here’s a little snippet from something I want to continue or at least find a place for in another fic, but I don’t know where yet.
Nie Huaisang holds out the new fan he picked up that afternoon in Caiyi Town market. Ovals of heavy, creamy white paper cover thin bamboo ribs that taper to meet a polished bone handle, from which a purple tassel sways at the slightest touch. In general, he prefers folding fans, but this merchant boasted some of the finest paper Huaisang has ever seen. He sets the fan aside and opens the box of water colors Jiang Cheng had gifted him on his last birthday, letting his mind wander as it spins out possibilities for the design he will add to the fan. A pair of orange-gold koi perhaps? Or a scarlet chrysanthemum? Something to reflect the peace he finds when he comes to stay at Lotus Pier, the anchor he finds in Jiang Cheng’s arms, the soothing sound of the lake as it laps against the dock attached to Jiang Cheng’s private quarters. His second home. His refuge. His tranquility and—
Swearing. So much swearing.
