(i forgot i had this in my drafts, fully inspired by an @inappropriatewenning AU thought experiment)
The young man in white appears, ghostlike, at the edge of their firelight. Zichen reaches for Fuxue, but Xingchen is on his feet, one hand subtly extended in a quelling gesture.
“Lan Wangji-- is that right?”
Lan Wangji nods, wariness and weariness etched in equal measure in every piece of his bearing.
“Come sit,” Xingchen says, sitting back down himself. He notices that Lan Wangji favors one leg slightly as he settles himself, but sets that aside to look into later. One thing at a time.
“We heard the Cloud Recesses was attacked,” he says gently.
“Destroyed.” His gaze is distant, his voice is cold and flat, in a manner that reminds Xingchen of-- well, of Song Zichen: the edges of the words carefully tucked and folded to restrain more feeling than can be allowed to appear. “It is all-- gone.”
“Ah,” he breathes. He looks to Zichen, whose gaze is fixed intently on Lan Wangji, brows furrowed and his eyes dark with concern.
Lan Wangji raises his own eyes back to Xingchen. “I have been looking for you. I must ask for your help. I--” His fingers tighten around his sword. “Your shijie’s son. Wei Ying. He is missing, I--” His knuckles are white. “...must find him.”
Xingchen remembers him, of course-- the bright and talented boy who was traveling with Lan Wangji when they met, who spoke of wishing to fight at Lan Wangji’s side-- to stand together as Xingchen did with Zichen.
Xingchen looks to Zichen again. He is quietly portioning out a third serving of the evening’s meal.
“Get some rest first,” Xingchen says. “And then tell us what happened.”
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Hell y Ass!
This style seems wild, wait before you treat me like a stepchild
Let me tell you why they got me on file
'Cause I give you what you lack, come right and exact
Our status is the saddest so I care where you at, black
And at home I got a call from Tony Rome
The FBI was tappin’ my telephone
I never live alone, I never walk alone
My posses always ready, and they’re waitin’ in my zone
Although I live the life that of a resident
But I be known to scheme that of the president
Tappin’ my phone whose crews abused
I stand accused of doin’ harm
'Cause I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
I am the rock hard trooper to the bone the bone the bone
Full grown consider me stone
Once again and I say it for you to know
The troop is always ready, I yell Geronimo
Your CIA, you see I ain’t kiddin’
Both King and X they got ridda’ both
A story untold, true, but unknown
Professor Griff knows I ain't milquetoast
Of those with closed minds, don’t know I’m rapid
The way that I rap it is making 'em tappin', yeah
Never serving ‘em well, 'cause I’m an Un-Tom
It’s no secret at all
'Cause I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
Cold holdin’ the load, the burden breakin’ the mold
I ain't lyin’ denyin’ because they’re checkin’ my code
Am I buggin’ 'cause they’re buggin’ my phone for information
No tellin’ who’s sellin’ out buildin’ the nation
Joinin’ the set, the point black target
Every brother's inside so least not, you forgot, no
Takin’ the blame is not a waste, here taste
A bit of the song so you can never be wrong
Just a bit of advice, ‘cause we be payin’ the price
'Cause every brother man's life is like swingin’ the dice, right?
Here it is, once again this is the brother to brother
The Terminator the cutter
Going on and on, leave alone the grown
Get is straight in ’88, an' I’ll troop in to demonstrate
The posse always ready 98 at 98
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity
Tapping’ my phone, they never leave me alone
I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
‘Cause the D is for dangerous, you can come and get some of this
I teach and speak so when it’s spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice the place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble, the rhythm is a rebel
Here’s a funky rhyme that they’re tappin’ on
Just thinkin’ I’m breakin’ the beats that I’m rappin’on
CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies
And when I say it they get alarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
Come on
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut 💣
Louder Than a Bomb by Tiga 🪩
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True Love Way
The bass was vibrating all through the ground, travelling from the soles of his feet to the ends of his curly hair, making him feel electrically charged and anxious to get into the thick of it all. On their way down to the hub of the event, they got talking to other attendees as they walked . Remus looked around at the varying types and creeds of people surrounding them, and found that was probably his favourite part of the day so far. Aside from the sheer volume of people who had come out in support of it all, the fact that their ages ranged from the tiniest babies he thought he’d ever seen, to people easily in their late 80s/early 90s, hobbling along slowly but happily. Just thrilled to be involved. And Remus thought how incredible a thing it was to see old people there. Not only because, often, he expected people from that generation to be closed-minded - especially in the town he and Marlene were from. But because in both real life and media, it felt like a rare piece of magic to see gay people happily growing old together. The stories of the hardships, the failures, the homophobia and the struggles are so often shared far and wide. But the domestic life of queer people who had found love in one another and lived happily and fulfilled, people didn’t seem to find that as important to share. Remus swallowed down a lump in his throat as he watched them all, finding the quiet, private moments amongst all the loud to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
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