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[personal profile] levamen 2025-03-02 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Sect Leader Jiang, ( she greets him, the lightest blush on her cheeks betraying her otherwise serious greeting, accompanied by a respectful bow in return. she remembers how she felt when she first found the comb, touched, intrigued but with never enough time to ruminate on what-ifs between them.

with her new, relative freedoms, even with all her responsibilities, she can at least allow herself to think, only grateful he entertains such thoughts, even reciprocating. wen qing has spent much of her life blending her identity with that of her sect, that it feels strange to continue to separate herself from it.

at this moment, there is only the two of them, even if they have to suffer through a few more pleasantries before they can find privacy.
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I hope the journey has not been too arduous.
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-03-05 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
( she hardly knows the ways of romance. does she takes his hand? would it embarrass him? would it be inappropriate?

wen qing folds her hands behind her back, but lingers close to him, enough so that her shoulder brushes against his arm as she begins to lead him on a tour. these are modest lodgings — especially when compared to how she grew up — but she is nonetheless proud of the village they have built from the ground up, like little seedlings finally climbing towards the sun. maybe she will allow herself to feel a small bit of hope.
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It was only right to find a better place for us, ( she explains, gesturing to the patched-up buildings forming a small U around a garden in the middle. behind them are farms, where most of the residents tend to their crops. )
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-03-11 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
( there aren't many luxuries to be found, but wen qing would say that a safe existence is a luxury on its own. she manages another smile at him, nodding in response to his question. )

I always wish I could do more for my people, but I am certainly happier than before. ( a brush with freedom looks good on her. at least, here, she can focus on what truly matters to her, including making sure that her community remains in good health.

she goes quiet when they pass a pair of aunties looking over curiously, her expression serious but not cold. ( there is always room for gossip, even during times like these. ) wen qing relaxes again, stopping in front of her small quarters.
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And you? Are you happy?
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-03-26 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
( it doesn't surprise her that he hesitates in responding to her. their lives have taken such drastic turns from already difficult foundations. after all her hard fought battles, it feels almost unnatural to allow herself to feel happiness. that she is alive, that her people have survived, that jiang cheng has come to see her — wen qing won't take a moment for granted.

the slightest brush of their fingers shocks her system, and she almost instantly transforms into a teenager right then. blush tints her cheeks and she stops herself from looking away from him in embarrassment.

happier. because of her.

with the smallest smile on her face, she tilts her hand slightly so that her knuckles graze his as she turns away to slide the door open. there are still appearances to maintain, and ( mostly ) she wants to avoid any nosy aunties later on.
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Would you like to come in for tea?
levamen: (soft fighter.)

[personal profile] levamen 2025-04-07 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's astonishing, seeing that boy she first met flicker across the sect leader's face. wen qing allows herself a bigger smile as she pushes the door to the side, welcoming him into her personal space. the accommodations are humble, though still a far cry from where she used to be, a breath away from begging in the streets to survive. there is a still-hot kettle on the table, wrapped in cloth with two cups next to it.

as she turns away from him to close the door, the blush on her cheeks comes into full force and she needs a moment to steady herself before facing him again.
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I am very glad you have come, ( she confesses quietly, gesturing for him to join her at the table. )

Please, sit.
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-04-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( wen qing in turn struggles to seem more relaxed, so used to never letting the mask slip. it doesn't matter how much time she has spent outside of palace walls — some habits are simply more difficult to break.

still, she hopes to put them both at ease and starts by relaxing her shoulders, no longer keeping her back as stiff as a board with her arms folded in front of her politely. she reaches for the still-hot teapot and pours simple barley tea in small glass cups. having something to do with her hands helps.
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I am — pleased to see you well, ( she finally offers, lifting her gaze off her cup as she holds it close to her face, letting the steam briefly settle on her skin. )

I have been thinking about our messages.
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-04-24 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( she takes a sip, though the warmth of her drink does nothing to help the blush on her cheeks, which eventually reaches the tips of her ears. it betrays how well she thought she had been hiding how rapidly her heart had been beating since she closed the door and allowed them both some privacy.

eventually, she sets the cup down, reaching across the table and extending her hand. there is no use in constantly punishing herself for what has been done in the past, what they could have done to prevent some of the wrong. there's only the present to live for.
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Then let us close the distance between us.

( it still sounds so proper, but that's something both of them will eventually learn to shake off. together, she hopes. )
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[personal profile] levamen 2025-04-28 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
( wen qing isn't unfamiliar to courtship, though she had skirted attention for as long as she could, walking a fine line to ensure her family's protection and their place in the larger hierarchy. courtship was to be expected, especially when she was a much younger woman. flirtation is another thing entirely.

she's surprised — though, perhaps she shouldn't be — when he kisses her hand after her small prompting. grasping her hand, she expected, lacing their fingers together, maybe.

but she wants more. she knows he wants the same, and she fights every single urge to deny them another moment of happiness together, temporary or not. she squeezes his hand, tugging on it so he can come around to her side of the table.
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Even closer.