how will i survive this missing?
Pairing: Jing Yuan x (GN) Reader
Summary: After a long absence, the General pays you a visit.
Warnings: Angst, Grief, Death (ambiguous, of the reader variety)
your hand kissing along his spine. your kiss in the shape of a smile. the smile in your eyes as you look at him, at him, at him.
jing yuan wakes slowly, silently, stirred from his dreams by the cool night and the cool sheets wrapped around him. it is dark in his room, the blinds drawn against the windows to block out the unsleeping light of the xianzhou luofu, but he knows this place well. the furniture, the linens, the dressing gowns in the closet, the objects on the dresser, the nooks and crannies of your shared abode all familiar and unchanged for as long as you’ve been gone.
he remembers you like this, in linked images, like a line in a poem or a verse in a song. when those thoughts of you drift into his head, he cannot help but linger there, in the dark behind his eyes, waiting for you to come back to him in pieces.
the fingers you comb through his hair. the lacquered comb that he places in yours, the gift an apology after so long away. i’ll treasure it, you tell him joyfully, but to him, you are the treasure, most precious of all.
he stands, moving across the topography of his—yours, too, once—bedroom with practiced ease. how long has it been since he’s had this dream? how long has it been since he’s heard your voice? he fingers the familiar comb on the dresser, counting its teeth like years, hesitating briefly before slipping it into his sleeve.
they say that time moves differently for the long-lived, that the edges of those many years begin to blur, eventually, season over season, life over life. jing yuan could tell them that grief is like that too, a stretching of time into something unfamiliar, unrecognizable. jing yuan could tell them that immortality and grief are just the same—outlive the ones you love, and you will feel as if you have lived forever.
your gravestone isn’t far, in the garden you had once loved and tended to, with your gentle hands and gentle heart. the white stone catches in the light of the luofu, shadows pooling in the characters of your name, where he finds his fingers drawn, as they always are. he kneels in the grass and traces their shape, as he once traced the outlines of your face in this same beautiful night, in this same beautiful place. he smiles, placing the comb in front of you.
“hello, my dear,” jing yuan says. “it’s been a while since we last met.”
A/N: dear readers, i want him carnally but all i can ever seem to produce is angst.
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the pandora hearts au as promised LOLL
im gonna guess this au makes 0 fucking sense unless u’ve read ph but u can read my 4am summary under goodluck
its the glen and child of ill omen situation between mykr, with kuros red eyes it was honestly kind of perfect. they were all part of this fancy victorian academy, and are known as the class that mysteriously disappeared some hundred years ago, and its bc of nana. maya does the succession thing and tosses clau into the abyss and everything falls apart. nana is devastated and pulls a xerxes to get an audience with the will of the abyss. she creates for her a chain, the Prince, that lets her rewind back to the day of the succession, and drag all of her classmates into a dimension where time rewinds from the start of the yr to the succession. naturally at somepoint hikaris like “where is my childhood bestie karen :(” and she goes looking for her. and before long she’s able to infriltrate into nana’s dimension. shit goes down from there
im thinking like they eventually do all get out of the dimension, but at the cost of maya staying behind. mykr have this ouughgg super dramatic like “I find you again, promise you’ll wait for me” parting while claudine is getting dragged towards the light and everythings crumbling around them and maya just looks up at her super emo and promises. they land back in the normal world a few hundred years into the future, and then its claudines Get her gf back quest
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One thing I find interesting about being autistic is that my communication struggles, quietness, etc aren’t because my brain is slower and I don’t have much going on inside. I feel like my brain is constantly set to hyperspeed. Every one thought turns into a train of hundreds of thoughts all blended together and shooting off one after the other. All the time. And it never stops. I struggle with being able to filter those thoughts and cull information before it leaves my brain, not to mention how my brain thinks so much faster than I can speak.
Being so constantly overwhelmed with thoughts, and having to make a conscious effort to ensure only the thoughts that matter come out in a way that’s coherent and doesn’t confuse the listener, is hard enough. It’s even harder when as I’m already using so much brainpower processing that, I also have to think about stuff like - am I making enough eye contact? Is my tone right? Am I using body language properly? Is my expression appropriate?
Therefore, communication is overwhelming. Which is why when I have the choice, I choose letting my thoughts rattle around in my brain as much as they want over trying to get them out.
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The implications of Ivan’s entry in the Anakt Diaries is killing me rn
“Oh wow before he goes into class he always looks at his facial expressions in his reflection in the pond, he doesn’t really show that much emotion so seeing him try to smile just like the other kids sure is funny isn’t it
And for a while we were worried he wouldn’t fit in because of how quiet he was but wowee he’s recently been fitting in with them just great that’s amazing huh”
Bro.
B R O.
screaming yelling crying throwing things at the wall
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