Love is pure, yet sad.

Independent
Jia Nanfeng,
set in the Dynasty Warriors universe.

Multiship and crossover friendly.

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                                                  үεs
                                                             I’ve changed. 

                                                 ραiи
                                                       does that to people

kinjiros-quiet-corner:

The young Jin general spots the empress and rests his right hand in a knuckle along his left hand and bows. “How are you doing this fine day Empress?”

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     ❝–Ah? You are not a familiar face. New to the ranks, I presume?❞ Nanfeng crossed her arms under her chest, a dark brow arching as she looked him over. She did not respond to his query. ❝Hmm. I was certain that I requested for no one to disturb me today. Do you come with news, or have you perhaps strayed from your path…?

adorinterior:

??? ⏌


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        He was never one to be h a i l e d as a GARNET MONARCH 

                 as she was never one to be hailed a HEDONISTIC EMPRESS 

            Perhaps that was why his brows furrowed at her so once she sauntered within the threshold of the obstreperous bar pooled with garnished and coalesce clansmen d o u s e d in utter humility for their kingadieu to his gerful rebuffs of such fidelity

           Though , no words were woven forth to hinder her aspects. He already could distinguish what amends she could prosper if not in hospitable terms.  

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     Leaving her dearest husband to tend to the land wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, nor the possible thought of the other Sima oh-so conveniently forgetting their place in her absence. The empress’ expression showed distaste for these people–how barbaric they appeared to be in comparison to hers, especially upon being guided to a bar of all places. Why would a monarch willingly have their presence here? … To each their own, she supposed. With silken garbs and a very kempt countenance, she stood out far too much. Had his appearance not been described to her, she wouldn’t have known that he was the one she sought.
     ❝You are him, are you not?❞ Her accent was conspicuous, and cyan hues bore into his.

ladydiaochan-archive:
I want you to feel my anger. { PRIOR TO KILLING HER HUSBAND. -- *THROWS DARK DIAOCHAN AROUND.* }

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     ❝What a shame that I will not allow it. You must be so disappointed.
     Do take your leave now, Lady Diaochan. I prefer to be alone.

lavenderaspiration:

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{ ❅ }—Somewhere not too far away a maiden-like waif, cloaked in white, pays a listen-

She’s still astonished at how much had changed since that fateful day.

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     Indeed, that fateful day had brought about many changes. Finding herself content, the rhythmic combing of the empress’ long hair ceased abruptly. Once she placed the ornate comb onto her vanity with care, she stood and fixed her silken garbs. Her husband lay sleeping in his chambers, and the servants slept as well, but she would not rest. With an inaudible sigh, Nanfeng left her room to venture outside into the cold air. If only she could see the one she had longed for was near.

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     ❝I learned love, is another word for dying slowly…
     Taking you in, and breaking you wholly…

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     & the empress would hum to herself as she brushed her hair,
     reveling in the midnight’s bliss of solitude.