levamen: (behind.)

[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.
levamen: ([ squint ])

[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.
levamen: (pure.)

[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. )
levamen: (a rarity.)

[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.