#𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐄 : 医女

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“I know you’re not going to answer if I ask you WHAT you want for lunch today - so let’s start with something simpler.” Leans forward - elbows leaned against the table, chin balanced atop stacked hands, tilting her head and regarding him with round, glittering eyes. “Do you want me to make you rice or noodles? Either will taste like HERBS, unfortunately - but I can keep adjusting the ratios if you don’t like the taste very much.” She got him out with great difficulty, so she’s certainly going to take good care of him. The medicine is inevitable - his body has been through too much, over the years, and there’s a good amount she has to make up for, to fill. And then - well, she’s at least got to cultivate some sense of choice in him as well, as much as possible.

@dreams-of-fate liked for a starter ! feat. t.antai j.in

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@abyssrisen asked : ❕ bingtangggg - SEND ❕ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND CARRYING THEM AROUND (ACCEPTING)

She's only JOKING, she doesn't have time to say - because her feet leave the floor entirely in a moment, center of gravity shifting, inhale SHARP as she adjusts her grip so that she has a firmer hold on him, arms looped more securely around his neck. He's holding her SO CAREFULLY, so gently in fact, that she hardly feels a thing. Protest is swallowed without ever making it past lips as he carries her to the window. She doesn't let go, however, at her specified destination - instead peering up and studying him silently through dark lashes.

After a long moment, she exhales and closes her eyes, leaning closer so that her cheek rests against his collar. "...Do you know..." Voice is a touch hoarse, a touch warm with laziness and a smile and something else entirely - sincere, and small, and sweet. "You're really...GOOD."

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When do you gaze at your soulmate?

when they're working

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

tagged by : @ephemeralshot tagging : @abyssrisen (u kno i think u been tagged already but jfsadj;dfl <3 idc ur doubletagged now), @evcryopeneye, @personnages, @adversitybloomed

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She has NEVER BEEN to this particular courtyard with its twists and turns and fine landscape, the stone mountain and the twisting little stream. Her father did mingle with his peers in times of peace - but she was too young to travel much, then. As a young duchess, she had only ever made voyages that were ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY - summons to court, and the such.

Still - a strange wave of FAMILIARITY comes over her. The stone path that leads to the correct rooms seems to be - WALKED BEFORE. A cool breeze that seems out of place in spring, the scent of MIST in the air. Something about it is familiar, even if she can't quite put her finger on what. Her feet take her where she's meant to go, it seems.

A curt KNOCK - and then she is opening the door with more rustle and noise than is perhaps necessary, shifting her bag to the other arm. " - Feng gongzi." Pokes her head into the room, a grin already curled at lips. "I brought some medicine for you. It doesn't taste bad, I promise - " Invites herself in with short, energetic stps and sits herself down opposite him, putting down her bag on the table. "I added three whole spoons of sugar." Lifts her fingers, as if to tell him the amount, and then unwraps her package, setting up her little medicine stove with EASE. "I just have to heat it up a little. So we have to sit here for a while. I could take your pulse in the meantime."

Large dark eyes are sparkling with unbridled and unconcealed hope as she leans closer over the steaming stove. "You WILL let me help you, won't you?" Officious, and with the tone she frequently hears her grandfather take, despite it being uncharacteristic to HERSELF, Tang Tang announces, "It's no good to give up now."

plotted starter for @yinjiyang !

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@dreams-of-fate asked : "I uh. I tripped." (meng.zhen @ tang.tang) - BLOOD (ACCEPTING AHAHAHA)

" - INTO HIS KNIFE?" There's a note of incredulity in her voice. Knives, she should say, as her thoughts supply unhelpfully. Unexpectedly she doesn't cry the way she wanted to when she REALIZED what was really going on. Instead she feels limp - the rag is tossed unceremoniously back into basin of water, turning red, and she slumps into the floor from where she must have been kneeling for hours, elbow finding purchase in a seat behind her. "After you sent - EVERYONE away? After you - wrote Wen Wan for poison? You TRIPPED. Right." She's burning up under her own skin, her head throbbing. Sweating after the METICULOUS work of closing wounds with needle and thread - glad she's finished, because she's certain her hands are shaking now. "...You two are just as bad as each other when it comes to risk, did you know that?"

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The can of coke, freshly pulled out from the vending machine dispenser, extends from her hand, and she presses the condensing, cool surface of thin aluminum to the other's skin. " - Hey, you back with me?" Dark eyed gaze keeps careful watch a minute longer, and then she pulls the tab, and presses the drink into the other's hands. "Hydration's IMPORTANT, you know. Come on - drink your soda, and I'll get you to some shade."

@indigodreames liked for a starter ! feat. your pick!

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@swordswept asked : so this is how it ends? just like that? (lulu and tang tang) - ANGST STARTERS (ACCEPTING)

JUST LIKE THAT - the decision is deceptively simple at its surface, spoken aloud - perhaps that's how he thinks of it. Simple. Clear cut. But the nights she spent pouring over ancient texts, sleepless and determined and anxious nevertheless - terrified, in fact, breaths blowing hollow and aching in her chest - LEFT THEIR MARK. Her face is thinner, the purple under her eyes visible and evident evident. She's burning herself to cinders for someone who in turn only lit himself brighter and brighter. He'll burn out and so will she, and he may not care - but she did. Presses her lips together. "...I don't see how else it can end." Her voice is soft and when she raises her eyes to look at him, they're resigned. "You won't listen to me. You won't talk to me. I don't see how it's going to make a difference, whether or not I'm here."

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Most of the people I see are people that are suffering. Life is bitter enough. If I could give them a little bit of sweetness, why shouldn’t I?

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@dreams-of-fate​ asked   :    Fevered Yuanjun resting his head in Tang Tang's lap, quiet besides congested breathing.   -   UNPROMPTED ASKS (ACCEPTING)

His forehead BURNS to the touch, and a little furrow catches between her brows as she lifts her wrists cleanly to press her hands flat to his face - a much needed COOL contact, at least until a basin of fresh water can be acquired. Fingers card gently, absently through silk dark hair, and she keeps the smile and LIGHT in her voice in spite of the worry sitting heavy in her chest. “ - Hang in there. Just a little while longer, you poor thing.” And then they’ll reach where they’re staying in the capital, equipped with its own stock of herbs she will have to boil together to lower the fever, and some to steam for his breathing. “I’ve got you, hmm?” 

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some editing scraps (tm)

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"...PSST - " Steam curls like rising clouds from brown ceramic spout gently boiling over silver coals - into the air, catching the sun, half concealing the girl's face and the upward curve of lips as she waves him over with a quick glance over her shoulder. Voice is only half a whisper - "Come SIT for a minute and have some goji tea - you've been running around in the heat all day." At her BEHEST, of course - but he's done so well with the parts that she hadn't wanted to touch that she can't bring herself to feel particularly bad. Perhaps she'll treat him to dinner as thanks - a few dinners? It was QUITE the work load he'd taken off her hands. "You're so efficient - if I hadn't known you were the earth master, I might have GUESSED you were a civil god." Well, one of the ones worth a damn - herself not included, but she was a SPECIAL case.

Pours him a cup of tea, and pushes it across the table. Produces the little pack of osmanthus cakes she had Guilin buy from the shop across the street from her temple as well. "...I got these while you were...occupied." A sly smile. "I saved you some though!"

plotted starter for @sanctiabyssus !

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"...You decide what's right, you decide what's good - just remember." Inhales deeply, and stirs the contents of her vending machine drink with her straw. She's seen just about everything the city has to offer at three in the morning on her breaks during night shift. "Someone is on your side, someone else is not. While we're seeing our side - maybe we forgot. They are not alone. No one is alone."

@indigodreames liked for a lyric starter !

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@swordswept asked : “It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel” (*chants * tanghulu tanghulu tanghulu-)

" - Well, your angel says calling her pretty isn't going to get you out of your bedrest or medicine, UNFORTUNATELY - " Unable to suppress a smile as she leans over despite her exasperation that he's gotten himself into this, elbows propped up against the edge of the bed. Taps her chin, humming as if she's considering - "But since you're so new to heaven, I think I'll stay and keep you company for a few days?" It was time to STOP for a little while anyway - she was starting to tire of moving through cities and towns - and she was ALSO starting to miss him.

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@dreams-of-fate asked : “help” + jin just mentally being so nerfed that getting out of bed was a problem : '') - SEND ME THE WORD “HELP” + A WAY YOUR CHARACTER COULD BE INJURED (OR SICK), AND I’LL WRITE A STARTER WHERE MY MUSE IS HELPING YOURS WITH THAT INJURY/ILLNESS (ACCEPTING)

"...You don't HAVE to get up." He works too much as it is - it's not an issue with his body this time, but very likely his body needs the rest as well. She sits down on the side of the bed and smiles at him. "You can stay right here today. Doctor's orders, if it'd make you feel better about it. And I'll sit with you. We can just stay here." He ALSO spends, in her opinion, entirely too much time sitting in silence BY HIMSELF. "It's perfectly alright not to want to go anywhere or to do anything sometimes. You know, when I was a child, on days like this, my grandfather would stroke my hair and read me stories." Reaches out to pull up the covers over him again, patting the soft material gently.

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⸻And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

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@swordswept asked : i can patch this up myself. (b.inghe and tang tang, modern mayb?) - THE INJURED AND THE HEALERS (ACCEPTING)

Antiseptic and a kit - that she had. No anesthetic, though - so she keeps her motion as MINIMAL as possible. "...No, what were you going to do if I hadn't run into you?" The emotion colors her voice but doesn't influence her hands, steady still. The answer is nothing, of course. Because he's been missing from her night shifts for FAR TOO LONG before he crashes back into her life like this - and she's glimpsed the scars he has to show for it. "Grit your teeth and drench this in iodine and then - tape it? Do you even have a stapler?" The curved needle weaves deftly back and forth between raised edges of wound under her fingers. She ties it off and snips - and exhales, tension she didn't even know she was holding seeping out of the line of her shoulders.

"... Get the rest of your clothes off and clean up. Don't drip on my couch. You could try soaking it in the sink but I don't think it's worth it." Gets up, throwing the needle and other supplies into the bin, and passes him the towel and basin of warm water. "I'll see if I can find you any of my brother's old clothes. And make you some brown sugar ginger tea." She's already in the hallway when she remembers - turns and stops, shadow carving out half of her face in the dim light and obscuring the other half entirely. "...L.uo B.inghe, I don't need to know WHAT you get up to. But if you need HELP, and you refuse to go to a hospital - " Lips press together, making up her mind. "You ought to come find me."