Ilthit (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ilthit) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2024-01-19 12:40 pm
ilthit) wrote in rainbowfic2024-01-19 12:40 pm
Iridium #8, Newsprint #3: An Exchange (Lin Moniao Series)
Name: An Exchange
Story: Lin Moniao Series (AO3 link)
Colors: Iridium #8 (if you're not paying for the product, you are the product), Newsprint #3 (Your oldest fears are the worst ones.)
Supplies and Styles: gesso, novelty beads (bonding), seed beads; miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: general
Warnings: Reference to a rough childhood, slavery, dubious martial arts techniques, poison.
Summary: Xiuxing has never had free will, or been able to defend himself against an authority.
*
"My little disciple," said Master Niu, "are you sure this is what you want?" Her voice was rough, damaged still from the corrosive poison, and from the toll of her practice. His would be, too, if he agreed.
Yang Xiuxing looked up at her, and could not speak immediately. He imagined Yu-shixiong and A-Qiu behind him, each with an encouraging hand on his shoulder.
One didn't ask slaves or children what they wanted, except to force the answer one wanted to hear, and ease one's own conscience. But Xiuxing was neither, anymore.
"Yes," he breathed. "I want to be strong."
Story: Lin Moniao Series (AO3 link)
Colors: Iridium #8 (if you're not paying for the product, you are the product), Newsprint #3 (Your oldest fears are the worst ones.)
Supplies and Styles: gesso, novelty beads (bonding), seed beads; miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: general
Warnings: Reference to a rough childhood, slavery, dubious martial arts techniques, poison.
Summary: Xiuxing has never had free will, or been able to defend himself against an authority.
*
"My little disciple," said Master Niu, "are you sure this is what you want?" Her voice was rough, damaged still from the corrosive poison, and from the toll of her practice. His would be, too, if he agreed.
Yang Xiuxing looked up at her, and could not speak immediately. He imagined Yu-shixiong and A-Qiu behind him, each with an encouraging hand on his shoulder.
One didn't ask slaves or children what they wanted, except to force the answer one wanted to hear, and ease one's own conscience. But Xiuxing was neither, anymore.
"Yes," he breathed. "I want to be strong."
no subject
no subject
no subject