wildguardian: (dropped gaze)
Zhao Yunlan ([personal profile] wildguardian) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2018-12-19 04:21 pm

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Who: Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei, Zhu Hong (also this is a catchall so hmu if you want a starter!)
Where: Temple of Mars & neighborhood
When: March 9, 2017
What: Zhu Hong wants to apologize for embarrassing drunken conversations and Shen Wei's invited over to see just how unfit for human habitation Yunlan's managed to make his room in a mere few months. Shenanigans, probably.
Warnings: Guardian end series spoilers, discussion of death/mourning, Zhao Yunlan being uncharacteristically insecure, but, look, he would like to point out he's got reasons. Other warnings in headers if anything comes up!

fierceredlips: (laughing)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Today's game of "let's play pretend" seems to be going swimmingly.

Zhu Hong looks down and shakes her head, laughing a little.]


Yes, I am. [She points towards her temple.] Would you like to come in for a coffee? It's the least I can do after last night.
fierceredlips: (snek)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-20 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Her temple is pretty modest when compared to Shen Wei’s, but she doesn’t mind. It reminds her a great deal of Fourth Uncle’s house back in the Snake Tribe village.]

I insist. I have a...

[She looks embarrassed again.]

I don’t know what to call her. The person yesterday said she was a soulless, and even though I’m not sure what that means, she’s an excellent cook. I’ll ask her to make snacks.

[The doors to the temple open magically as she approaches them. The outer courtyard is neat and the garden is well-cared for as they approach the inner courtyard. Those gates are somewhat grander and once they’re inside...

A change comes over Zhu Hong. The legs of her skinny jeans split as her legs merge into a massive snake’s tail from the waist down.]


Damn, I liked these. [Then she realizes.]

Oh, shit.

[How had she forgotten? Her Zhao Yunlan had seen her snake tail countless times. This Zhao Yunlan, though?]

Shen Wei mentioned the, uh, alien thing last night, didn’t he? I’m remembering that correctly?
Edited 2018-12-20 05:53 (UTC)
fierceredlips: (smile)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-21 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhu Hong laughs, a little self-consciously.]

Not usually. I should have more control over this. Must be a god thing.

[She slithers towards the main hall. It still doesn’t look like much from the outside, but on the inside it’s like stepping into a very chic luxury hotel.]

It wasn’t just the Dixingren who fell on that spaceship back then. There were others who mixed their genes with animals or plants and gave birth to the Yashou—the Wild Tribes. I’m from the Snake Tribe. How do you like your coffee?
fierceredlips: (nom)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-22 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhu Hong busies herself making coffee. It was usually Wang Zheng or Xiao Guo’s job to make it, but she’s done it enough time to know the Chief’s general preferences.

She snorts.]


We must be special.

[She hands him the coffee and starts pouring one for herself.]
fierceredlips: (bothering lin jing)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-23 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She just takes her coffee black, so it isn’t too dissimilar from Yunlan’s. She’s not the biggest fan of sweet things (being a carnivore and all), not unless she’s in the mood for them.]

That’s as good a theory as anything, probably. They wouldn’t give me a clear answer yesterday about why any of this is even happening. There’s a bit of whiplash, going from the worst day of your life to godhood.

[She gives him a sardonic little laugh.]

That’s why I was drinking.

[And why she still wants to.

Instead, she gulps down bitter coffee]


Mm, I guess. On the outside, it kind of looks like the house where I grew up. Add Ayi to it—I call her that because she acts like an auntie. I’ve been here two days and she’s already telling me that I need to eat more. Next, she’ll try to find me a husband. It’s very familiar.
fierceredlips: (nom)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2019-01-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhu Hong smiles.]

Probably. The passive-aggressiveness feels just like home. Speaking of which...

[She motions for Yunlan to wait and slithers into the next room. When she reemerges less than five minutes later, she’s balancing a tray piled full of snacks.]

She really outdid herself. She’ll be heartbroken when I tell her you’re taken.
fierceredlips: (thinking)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2019-01-03 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.

[The joke and the smile that goes along with it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. She takes a sesame ball and munches thoughtfully, both enjoying the familiarity of joking around with Old Zhao and recoiling at the wrongness of it all. She wishes she had raw, red meat instead of these dry cookies and cakes.

She looks away from him.]


It is. How are you coping, yourself?

[It's confusing as hell for her, but she has all her memories. How is he feeling now, after the disaster that was last night?]
fierceredlips: (quiet determination)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2019-01-04 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs a little helplessly; last night had been deeply awkward for all parties involved.]

Can't say I blame you; I was a trainwreck last night. You missed Shen Wei attempting alcohol, though.

[She smiles. Maybe a funny story about his boyfriend might put him a little more at ease? If she phrases it right, it shouldn't put Yunlan in danger. She hopes.]

The last time he attempted heavy drinking he passed out cold and needed IV fluids after a single shot.

[The smile fades. Why does this hurt so much?]

I can't imagine what that must be like, not knowing who you were before this.
fierceredlips: (looking up)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2019-01-09 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
It was strong, but it wasn't that strong.

[Even Xiao Guo hadn't gotten too drunk and miserable from it. Well, a little. A lot. Just not as badly as Shen Wei had.

She pokes around at the snacks and grabs another small sesame ball, forcing herself to chew and swallow even though it tastes like sawdust in her mouth.]


How long have you been here, as a shinki?