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Introducing: Gu Xiang
Nov. 5th, 2023 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepurpledangerYou talk too much.
Gu Xiang has been searching for her master for hours, stomping from brothel to restaurant to inn to gutter with her umbrella slowly wilting like a sad wet flower under the constant, pouring rain. At first she was angry, so angry she could've bitten someone's nose off--for him to leave her here like this, no word of where they're going or whether the plan is still on--! She's been working her ass off for him while he stuffs his face on her silver and flirts with every man whose shoulders catch his eye! She pities him. Who would have guessed that love makes you pathetic!
But as the night wears on, and the rain doesn't stop, she starts to pity herself as much as she pities him. What if he never comes back? What if he drinks poison because stupid Zhou Xu is going to die? Every stupid man dies! And he didn't even like Zhou Xu in the first place! Why is Wen Kexing so afraid of being alone, anyway, when he'll always have his loyal Gu Xiang to back him up?
Why isn't she enough?
Her pretty shoes are soaked all the way through. She settles on a doorstep in the dim light of a window lantern, swiping fiercely at her cheeks. She's not crying! It's just raining on her face! This umbrella's doing nothing, and her chest aches like it's about to explode, and she's so mad she could--she could just--
She closes her eyes and beats her fist against her knee. She is not giving up this easily! With a hard inhalation through her nose, she jumps to her feet, giving herself a little push of qing-gong just to shake herself out of this funk.
It's then that she notices that the rain has stopped.
Gu Xiang scrubs her eyes again just to make sure she's not seeing things. But even without rain in her eyes, it's hard to miss that the city's not there anymore--just a bunch of grass and a shitty little lake so small that it probably doesn't even have a name. When she looks up at the cloudless, starry sky, there are two moons--one a pregnant, waxing gibbous moon, the other on the wane.
"What kind of bullshit is this?" she demands, and tramps inside to make it someone else's problem.
Gu Xiang has been searching for her master for hours, stomping from brothel to restaurant to inn to gutter with her umbrella slowly wilting like a sad wet flower under the constant, pouring rain. At first she was angry, so angry she could've bitten someone's nose off--for him to leave her here like this, no word of where they're going or whether the plan is still on--! She's been working her ass off for him while he stuffs his face on her silver and flirts with every man whose shoulders catch his eye! She pities him. Who would have guessed that love makes you pathetic!
But as the night wears on, and the rain doesn't stop, she starts to pity herself as much as she pities him. What if he never comes back? What if he drinks poison because stupid Zhou Xu is going to die? Every stupid man dies! And he didn't even like Zhou Xu in the first place! Why is Wen Kexing so afraid of being alone, anyway, when he'll always have his loyal Gu Xiang to back him up?
Why isn't she enough?
Her pretty shoes are soaked all the way through. She settles on a doorstep in the dim light of a window lantern, swiping fiercely at her cheeks. She's not crying! It's just raining on her face! This umbrella's doing nothing, and her chest aches like it's about to explode, and she's so mad she could--she could just--
She closes her eyes and beats her fist against her knee. She is not giving up this easily! With a hard inhalation through her nose, she jumps to her feet, giving herself a little push of qing-gong just to shake herself out of this funk.
It's then that she notices that the rain has stopped.
Gu Xiang scrubs her eyes again just to make sure she's not seeing things. But even without rain in her eyes, it's hard to miss that the city's not there anymore--just a bunch of grass and a shitty little lake so small that it probably doesn't even have a name. When she looks up at the cloudless, starry sky, there are two moons--one a pregnant, waxing gibbous moon, the other on the wane.
"What kind of bullshit is this?" she demands, and tramps inside to make it someone else's problem.
