( open ) March catch-all

[diabolique]

⌛ Who: Wei Wuxian, Wen Kexing, Ouyang, Henry Silver, Atheva Lavellan, AND YOU!
⌛ What: March catch-all
⌛ When: Throughout March
⌛ Where: various
⌛ Warnings: will be added to threads as needed

Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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Ouyang
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Henry Silver
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Atheva Lavellan

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Wei Wuxian

[diabolique]

[mourningjade]

He sends a simple message to Wei Ying:

Yuan is here.

Yet he knows the other man saw the messages. Still. Wangji is in awe, remembering the precious boy and Wei Ying's teases. Why isn't little Yuan their child? He smiles softly, pleased that he can - and will - keep that little boy safe.

Even if he is grown.

[diabolique]

I saw. I hope he's settling in well. Maybe I can ask shijie to look after him.

[mourningjade]

I will help.

Always. That little boy has owned part of his heart since the day they spent together.

Are you happy?

[diabolique]

Of course!

Nothing made him happier than learning A-Yuan survived the siege. And seeing what a good person he's grown to be... That was Lan Zhan's doing.

Wen Kexing

[soakedinvinegar]

[gentledawn]

In Tanabe, Wakayama, something silly and ridiculous has happened. Curiosity has gotten the better of Xiao Xingchen and instead of making his way, safely, to a shrine, he is instead trapped in the roots of the Momoirogami. With only his backside visible to the world.

He is thoroughly grateful he prefers to wear long robes. Otherwise this...

No, it's still embarrassing. Flushed and flustered, he tries to call for help, wiggling his body as much as he can.

The motions may or may not look like a certain...invitation.

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing also found himself visiting Wakayama, though he's far too tall to be comfortable in the bakeneko city. Outdoors among the trees is better. He happens to be passing by the legendary Momoirogami when he takes note of a stark white-clad bottom tangled in the roots.

He'd know that booty anywhere. The little tell-tale rabbit fluff gives him away.

"A-Chen?" He asks, a little incredulous as he approaches. "What's happened to you?"

[gentledawn]

That voice! His ears jerk in recognition and his wiggling becomes a little more frantic. He wants to be free! This is embarrassing.

"I'm stuck!" he finally goes limp with a huff, "It won't let me go."

As fond as he is of hugs, this is just...too much. Thank you, Momoirogami, but Xingchen had other plans for today. Like seeing a shrine.

"Be careful not to get caught, A-Xing."

[soakedinvinegar]

"Peace, A-Chen! The more you struggle, the worse off you'll be." He steps closer, careful of both Xingchen and the roots, to inspect the area. His goal is to find a way to free his friend from this trap!

Alas, the longer he lingers near the tree, the warmer he begins to feel and sweet memories of intimate times between he and his A-Chen begin to flood his mind. Every time the younger man wriggle, Kexing finds his mouth watering.

𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑝 (tdm prompt)

[soakedinvinegar]

Wen Kexing finds himself in Gion to take in the sights of Hina Matsuri. The little dolls are lovely and who, if not Wen Kexing, can enjoy beauty? He spends some time simply wandering and admiring the dolls, from the simple folded paper to the intricately carved. Of course, they can only keep him fixated for so long and, unsurprisingly, Wen Kexing settles in one of the many bars that Gion boasts. Needless to say he orders the exclusive festival drink… and finds himself wholly changed. Honestly, it’s not the shift from man to woman that frustrates him, but the way his robes just hang from his now slimmer frame. It’s not to his best advantage and he pouts mightily. Well, at least he’s still pretty.

[ ooc: feel free to encounter him anywhere from the bar in Gion to crossing his path as he heads home. ]

>:3

[prince_of_the_moon]

Pretty enough to catch the eye of a centuries old dog demon. Sesshomaru has little subtlety and when he finds Kexing alluring, he approaches him. He stares intensely at the other man, sensing, at least, that he is not all he seems. And yet, he is interested.

"Why are you disappointed?" he cares only for the sake of drawing Kexing to him. Unlike his brother, Sesshomaru is much wilder; a beast who relies on instincts. There isn't much conversation between mating demons.

And, yes, perhaps he is looking for a pleasant distraction, too.

GASP!

[soakedinvinegar]

"Can you not tell," he huffs with a little too much drama. Kexing holds out his arms and looks down at himself. "These robes don't fit properly at all!"

mwhaha

[prince_of_the_moon]

His gaze shifts from Kexing's face to the robes in question. Yes, they do seem rather loose.

"Do you need to wear them?"

If asked, he would say no. In fact, the fabric is rather intrusive.

General Ouyang

[theatrics]

𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑀𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡 (tdm prompt)

[theatrics]

Flowers aren’t the sort of thing a man like Ouyang generally takes notice of. Yet, somehow, the shimmering blue wasurebana catches his attention. Blue, though light, reminds him of Mingye. Though no one could accuse Ouyang of being a romantic, he finds himself crouching to collect a few of the flowers for his partner.

He’s en route to the Four Seasons Manor, the flowers tucked in his sash, when he notices something amiss. Alarm grips him, not just at the unfamiliar surroundings, but the fact that he’s without arms or armor. One he could imagine, but both? Never! Dark eyes narrow and he stops the first passer-by he sees.

“Where is this place? Where is Lord Esen?”

[reliesondirtytricks]

Of course, Mingye isn't really worried when Ouyang goes out. He knows very well whom the man comes back to. What bed he sleeps in. Why wouldn't he? It's been him, Ouyang, and Runyu for a bit now.

He's actually out and about himself when he notices him. When he hears those questions come out of Ouyang's mouth. That? It's not normal and he knows it. As much as he knows he should be cautious, he won't be. There has to be something, deep down, that will give this other man an inkling of who he, himself, is. Maybe. There's a lot that could happen if he's being honest.

"A-Yang?" He questions, moving over to Ouyang. "You don't remember this place?" He's not going to answer the question on Esen, since he doesn't care, not really, where the man is. He isn't particularly fond of the snake.

[theatrics]

The familiar form of address draws a deep frown. What softness crept into his expressions over the last few months is gone. The sharp look he gives silently states what his mouth doesn't speak: how dare you address me so!

(Somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind, Ouyang finds himself fixating on the dark blue robes Mingye wears. There's something familiar, comforting in the sight of the blue and his hand drifts unconsciously to the flowers in his belt.)

"Am I a prisoner?"

[reliesondirtytricks]

Mingye is not, as it were, used to that sharp look from Ouyang and the look in his tri-colored eyes probably states as such. He is not even sure where in the world that question came from. He does not like the lack of recognition, though. Even if he does note the flowers that the other's hand drifts to.

"You know that you're not a prisoner, A-Yang. Where is that coming from?"

Henry Silver

[inthewood]

Inquisitor Atheva Lavellan

[atheva]

[prince_of_the_moon]

A priestess? A mage? He can't decide. The markings on her face and the shade of her hair scream that she comes from a foreign land. Even a pure-bred demon like him can't resist making inquiries.

Now and then.

"Lady." he crosses her path smoothly, "You have power."

[atheva]

He must mean her magical abilities as that's the only power she wields in Nippon. It's almost a relief not to have the pressures of other titles, though she deeply misses her companions from home. Her pale eyes fix on Sesshomaru and she nods in reply.

"I am a mage," she informs. But what is he, she wonders that he can sense such things? No elf that she's seen before, but no human either.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Indeed. Sesshomaru has a keen nose and magic has a different scent and feel depending on the wielder. Hers is foreign enough to draw him in to have a closer look.

"What can you do?"

She might notice that his ears are not so different from hers, yet a demon could never masquerade as a mage.

[atheva]

She doesn't recognize the marking on his face as any from her people, but that means little in a place that collects from other worlds. She wonders idly if he's some sort of elf or something entirely different.

"I have had mastery over fire and frost for most of my life. In recent years I have also gained that ability to manipulate magic from beyond the Veil."