MaybeOneDayI_ll
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
All things change with time. People come and people go. In the end, all that is left of them are stories. Upon the Xianzhou, the majority of stories are tales of high morality; tragedies intended to bequeath lessons.
The legend of the High Cloud Quintet is one of such.
Stelle remembers what is better left in the depths.
(It goes like this: in an age of strife, the High Cloud Quintet cements its status as irrefutable legend. In the background, Qiongxing is NPC #1.)
Bookmarked by MaybeOneDayI_ll
02 Oct 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
I always love when stories have court (?) dynamics and a social hierarchy have such FUN dialogue. Omg, reading this has been a delight. Qiongxing/Stelle can so quickly be catty/sly/teasing/serious
I laughed at her when Jing Yuan went to her after hearing Yingxing compliment her tea“I know the tea was shit,” he says, mouth curving with some sort of contrived self-satisfaction. “Goodbye, Qiongxing-shi.”
What the hell?
x
“So,” Yingxing says.
“So,” Qiongxing says, setting her books down on the table. “I see you’ve invited yourself in. How may this lowly one serve you?”
“Can you stop that?” he asks.
“Can you stop that?” she asks.
He sags into the chair. “Fuck you.”
"I know the tea was shit" transitioning directly into this was fantastic, thank you
“…You’re actually a good person, aren’t you?” she realizes, pityingly.
“Why are you saying it like that.”
So good at scheming
And, well, oh, no, would you look at that! Her hands slip, and all three cups go tumbling down, right onto the poor soul in front of her. Oh, how very unfortunate. Yingxing startles with a barely muffled curse, his sleeves soaked and a good portion on his chest.(Sorry for all the bookmark updates)
“If you use enough pressure, the hairpin can compensate for the lack of sharpness,” Yingxing says, out the corner of his mouth, before he is herded away.
Him and the fucking hairpin.
Lmaoo
“I didn’t know either of you knew how to read,” she says.“Real mature,” Yingxing practically snarls. “Laugh it up!”
Qiongxing rolls her eyes. “Are you here to help me or not?” she asks.
“I—” Yingxing huffs and puffs and huffs again. “It’s so—”
She looks at Jing Yuan, and then back at him. “Why, are you fearful over the prospect of love?” She smirks. “You should be more open about these things, like our good Captain here.”
Jing Yuan blinks in alarm, and clears his throat. “Ah— Well, everyone has their preferences. Rightfully.”
“Perhaps you’d like to do some… Research?” Qiongxing says, crude. “I have some great source material. We can start off easy. Maybe you have some recommendations to give, too, Jing Yuan? Since you’re so well-versed?”
Jing Yuan coughs.