Gifts for ShadowMyStranger
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Oeuvre by manic_intent for ShadowMyStranger
Fandoms: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021), 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest
14 Apr 2021
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Beneath the tree stood a man in white and grey robes, tossing a plaque between his long-fingered palms as he stared at the trunk of the tree. The twisted surface, at certain angles, looked like the broken arcs of a ribcage, pressed into a tree and plated over with bark.
“You’re going to leave?” the woman asked.
Wen Kexing swiped the plaque out of the air. His hand tightened on it for a moment before relaxing. “Luo-Yi. Did my mother send you here to dissuade me?”
“Could you be so easily dissuaded?” Luo Fumeng glided across the petal-strewn surface to Kexing’s side. “After all, I understand the desire for vengeance very well.”
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Divine Regrets by manic_intent for ShadowMyStranger
Fandoms: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021), 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest
12 Apr 2021
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The young-looking man who’d summoned Zhou Zishu out in the middle of the night didn’t pause until they were well outside the city and in the forest. Only then did the ‘youth’ turn around, frowning at Zishu. Dressed simply in white, with a greatsword at his back, he gave off the air of a young initiate of a Taoist sect.
Zishu knew differently. He’d noticed it instantly in the restaurant when he’d seen the same man gorging himself on a mountain of vegetarian dishes. Sensing what he was, Zishu had ducked quickly up the stairs, ignoring Kexing’s startled “A-Xu?” behind him. Zishu had hoped that the immortal folded unevenly into a human shape before him hadn’t seen him, but that had been an idle wish after all.
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- Part 2 of Ill Omens
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Familiar Lives by manic_intent for ShadowMyStranger
Fandoms: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021), 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest
11 Apr 2021
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The chamber in Diyu smelled pleasantly of sandalwood and tea, wreathed with ever-burning lanterns in pale shades of gold. Standing beside a brazier, an ageless woman with long black hair brewed tea in a large black kettle, occasionally adding in pinches of ingredients from the array of dried herbs floating in jade dishes beside her. She was dressed simply in white and black, unadorned with jewellery. But for the immense aura of stillness about her, the woman would not appear to be the Goddess that she was—the ruler of the 10th Court of the Underworld.
“Lady Meng Po.”
The woman didn’t glance up from her work. “Hu Jia. What is it?”
“It’s happened again,” Hu Jia said, his tone heavy with grievance. “White-haired, at the Stone of Three Lives, refusing to drink your Tea of Forgetfulness—”