#hua 'i must look Immaculate' cheng

[lenglengflames]

random headcannon that hua cheng detests rainy weather - light drizzles, mild rains, thunderstorms, all of it. he’s the type of person to appreciate the rain from inside, beside a crackling stove that has a simmering pot of dumpling soup over it. hua cheng has experienced being left out in thunderstorms as a kid and absolutely detests being drenched and cold with nowhere to take shelter.

also because when it rains he looks like a drenched cat and becomes a hundred times less menacing than the persona he’s built for himself.

the only way he enjoys rain the most is when he’s cuddled up to xie lian under layers of silken blankets in puqi shrine (hand-made by none other than himself) and wakes to cool winds whistling in the morning and swirls of cloudy skies.

but xie lian likes the rain.

its refreshing to walk through a thundering monsoon rainstorm, or a fleeting summer drizzle. and the best part of it all: he's not going to get sick, no matter how drenched he becomes.

so they compromise.

xie lian is more than happy to stroll in the rain and enjoy it through the patters of raindrops again hua cheng's umbrella. hua cheng, well. he'd gladly trudge through torrential rainfall if xie lian so much as breathed a word about it.

its during a light summer rain, with the sun high in the sky and a gentle zephyr ruffling the grass and trees around them that hua cheng decides to shut his umbrella.

the patter of rain against his face is uncomfortable at first, and xie lian is quick to suggest taking cover under a tree, hua cheng doesn't take him up on the offer. because as they meander through fields of wildflowers, pass by a merry stream, and navigate through a swarm of butterflies that flutter busily around the flowers, hua cheng realises the rain didn't seem as bone-chillingly cold as he remembered.

he's still not going to walk into a downpour of his own volition though. (and that's perfectly fine, because xie lian would also very much prefer having someone to cuddle with by the fire, wrapped in layers silky blankets and many cups of tea to nurse while enjoying the rains from inside puqi shrine.)

[honghuas]

❛ But what would I do with them ? ❜

TALES OF THE PECULIAR

       A DESPONDENT WAIL left the mouth of one of the middle court officials, beaten helplessly in the other’s grasp. Just a simple look at the ghost in red and the whole group at the blond man’s feet were trembling with fear. He supposed his image must live up to the stories they likely circled about the ascended courts.

He took a heavy step about the temple’s immaculately tiled floor, at the heavy silk curtains and golden plates full of offerings before lifting his chin upon one of the many martial gods which covered the land like flies. To the one he would call subordinate, or perhaps comrade in arms at this very moment, he said, ❝ Rid of them, too. It’s only my right.  ❞ With that, Hua Cheng lifted a candle from the altar and set fire to the expensive drapery upon the martial statue. So what if he stirred up a little more trouble for the gods ?