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[OPEN] My lungs still breathe, my mind still fears
Who: Lan Xichen and you!
When: Forward dated to 2/15 and beyond
Where: Here and there in various places
What: Quests and adventures
Warnings: one NSFW option
Ia. I'm running with the wolves
[ Confronted with the disaster that just happened, Lan Xichen has not returned home for days. He's traveling deeper and deeper into the Wilde, with no real direction or plan, seeking out places where the Cwyld has taken root so that he can cleanse them. Getting out of the city and away from others at first seems helpful, but as time passes, Lan Xichen begins to regret that decision.
It begins when he runs out of provisions. That alone wouldn't be too much of a problem, but after a day of hunting and failing to catch any prey, his frustration builds. After a second unsuccessful day with only a few scattered plants and roots to forage from, the man becomes more unhappy. The situation really hits a low when, hungry and tired, the cultivator finds himself facing an equally hungry and irritable pack of wild dogs. With night creeping in, the dark fur of the beasts stretches out like smoke and clouds, melting at the ends. One stalks too close and Xichen swings his sword at it, only to meet empty air as the creature vanishes into a shadow, reappearing out of the darkness behind him like a phantom, reforming and lunging with a growl.
He only barely manages to dive away, throwing himself to the ground, which brings the other shadow hounds closer, drooling darkness with their anticipation of feasting.
Yeah, this was a bad idea. ]
Ib. When it rains, FUCK IT.
[ A week or so into his trip, Lan Xichen is looking much worse for wear. He's injured and still hungry, although he's had at least a little success on his hunting trips. One night, he lights a fire, cooking a newly caught fish and trying to seek solace in the warmth. He's just about gotten the fish cooked when a rumble sounds overhead and the scattered drops of water begin, heralding in a massive downpour. As if reflecting the anger of the weather, Lan Xichen's generally calm and passive expression tenses, causing the magical energy around him to shift and the fire to surge upward toward the sky aggressively. How dare you. If other travelers or campers are with him, he immediately draws a breath, forcing himself to smile. ]
Ah, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention...
II. Who needs gravity, anyway?
[ Up on a rooftop in the city, sometimes a shop or sometimes one of the factory buildings of the harbor district, Lan Xichen is perched high above the ground. He seems comfortable up there, testing the wind and occasionally pacing to check the potential runway he's using. Then, once he's satisfied, he draws his sword and begins casting a spell into it. He pushes as much energy as he can into the weapon, making the area around and beneath him shiver with the effort as the magic absorbs into the blade. Then, he takes three big strides and leaps off the edge, pulling the sword back and beneath him. He drops at first, but then the current builds under him and he lifts up, riding the blade as it balances on the air. ]
Ah! It worked!
[ And of course at that point he drops down again. Help? ]
III. Playing with shiny things (sexy stuff optional)
[ The pop up shops naturally caught Lan Xichen's attention. Curious and always happy to try new things, he thought nothing of buying some of the charming jewelry offered by the vendors. Especially when they promised helpful enchantments like protection and improving one's magic. He didn't expect the small silver chain tucked under his robes to become such an issue. After wearing it for some time, Lan Xichen noticed too well how it brushed against his skin, almost tickling the inside of his wrist. A little longer and that awareness grew, making his body feel warmer under the layers of cloth and giving him small spikes of pleasure as he walks along the quieter paths, looking at the moonlight reflect off of the smooth stones at night.
Halfway on his route to get tea, Lan Xichen almost changes his mind. His face is flushed and carefully hiding his discomfort, eyes cast down to avoid catching anyone's gaze and embarrassing himself. If he accidentally brushes against someone--just a slight touch of his arm or shoulder in passing--he makes a startled noise, tripping over his own steps and panting breathless apologies. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so careless... you're not hurt, are you?
[ Nevermind that he probably didn't really crash into them. He's taking every small moment of contact pretty hard at the moment. ]
[ooc: Last prompt can either be sexy or just cuddly, I'm open to go with whatever. Make it awkward and hilarious? Also if you want to do a different thing, feel free to toss a new starter in here and I'll roll with it. Or you can plot more with me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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When: Forward dated to 2/15 and beyond
Where: Here and there in various places
What: Quests and adventures
Warnings: one NSFW option
Ia. I'm running with the wolves
[ Confronted with the disaster that just happened, Lan Xichen has not returned home for days. He's traveling deeper and deeper into the Wilde, with no real direction or plan, seeking out places where the Cwyld has taken root so that he can cleanse them. Getting out of the city and away from others at first seems helpful, but as time passes, Lan Xichen begins to regret that decision.
It begins when he runs out of provisions. That alone wouldn't be too much of a problem, but after a day of hunting and failing to catch any prey, his frustration builds. After a second unsuccessful day with only a few scattered plants and roots to forage from, the man becomes more unhappy. The situation really hits a low when, hungry and tired, the cultivator finds himself facing an equally hungry and irritable pack of wild dogs. With night creeping in, the dark fur of the beasts stretches out like smoke and clouds, melting at the ends. One stalks too close and Xichen swings his sword at it, only to meet empty air as the creature vanishes into a shadow, reappearing out of the darkness behind him like a phantom, reforming and lunging with a growl.
He only barely manages to dive away, throwing himself to the ground, which brings the other shadow hounds closer, drooling darkness with their anticipation of feasting.
Yeah, this was a bad idea. ]
Ib. When it rains, FUCK IT.
[ A week or so into his trip, Lan Xichen is looking much worse for wear. He's injured and still hungry, although he's had at least a little success on his hunting trips. One night, he lights a fire, cooking a newly caught fish and trying to seek solace in the warmth. He's just about gotten the fish cooked when a rumble sounds overhead and the scattered drops of water begin, heralding in a massive downpour. As if reflecting the anger of the weather, Lan Xichen's generally calm and passive expression tenses, causing the magical energy around him to shift and the fire to surge upward toward the sky aggressively. How dare you. If other travelers or campers are with him, he immediately draws a breath, forcing himself to smile. ]
Ah, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention...
II. Who needs gravity, anyway?
[ Up on a rooftop in the city, sometimes a shop or sometimes one of the factory buildings of the harbor district, Lan Xichen is perched high above the ground. He seems comfortable up there, testing the wind and occasionally pacing to check the potential runway he's using. Then, once he's satisfied, he draws his sword and begins casting a spell into it. He pushes as much energy as he can into the weapon, making the area around and beneath him shiver with the effort as the magic absorbs into the blade. Then, he takes three big strides and leaps off the edge, pulling the sword back and beneath him. He drops at first, but then the current builds under him and he lifts up, riding the blade as it balances on the air. ]
Ah! It worked!
[ And of course at that point he drops down again. Help? ]
III. Playing with shiny things (sexy stuff optional)
[ The pop up shops naturally caught Lan Xichen's attention. Curious and always happy to try new things, he thought nothing of buying some of the charming jewelry offered by the vendors. Especially when they promised helpful enchantments like protection and improving one's magic. He didn't expect the small silver chain tucked under his robes to become such an issue. After wearing it for some time, Lan Xichen noticed too well how it brushed against his skin, almost tickling the inside of his wrist. A little longer and that awareness grew, making his body feel warmer under the layers of cloth and giving him small spikes of pleasure as he walks along the quieter paths, looking at the moonlight reflect off of the smooth stones at night.
Halfway on his route to get tea, Lan Xichen almost changes his mind. His face is flushed and carefully hiding his discomfort, eyes cast down to avoid catching anyone's gaze and embarrassing himself. If he accidentally brushes against someone--just a slight touch of his arm or shoulder in passing--he makes a startled noise, tripping over his own steps and panting breathless apologies. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so careless... you're not hurt, are you?
[ Nevermind that he probably didn't really crash into them. He's taking every small moment of contact pretty hard at the moment. ]
[ooc: Last prompt can either be sexy or just cuddly, I'm open to go with whatever. Make it awkward and hilarious? Also if you want to do a different thing, feel free to toss a new starter in here and I'll roll with it. Or you can plot more with me at