Saffron

Saffron

(5/5)

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And the last member of this series.

An oriental inspired princely style with this one.

It took me quite some time to decide what to do with the backround, in the end it just became this pretty abstract color play. I don’t think it came out all that bad ;)

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 22 – Warmth

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The windows in the Jingshi were open, cold autumn wind blowing through the house, bringing with it dried leaves and the first wisps of nightly fog, cooling the temperature down to chilly levels. The air was almost frigid on their skin, nearly naked with only their underrobes barely covering them, pushed down to hang off their arms.

But no matter the chilly air, Lan Wangji wasn’t cold. How could he? There was warm skin pressed right up to his own, warm hands cradling his head, warm breath upon his face and silver eyes, like sparkling stars in the night sky, staring right into his own, filling him with love and awe and comfort.

He didn’t care about the cold, only pulled that warm, beloved body closer, crushing that precious weight against him until all he could feel was warmth, warmth, warmth, in the arms of his love.

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 15 – Golden

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AU: Wei Wuxian was never brought to Lotus Pier, but instead grew up as a member of QishanWen, as one of Wen Rouhan’s inner circle. Wen Rouhan uses him to get information from other sects by making him not only a strong cultivator, but an exceptional dancer, sending him to seduce people with his body (no prostitution, Wei Wuxian would castrate any of his ‘victims’ that tried using him like that).

The story takes place at a Discussion Conference in Qishan, pre-canon.

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At a hand gesture of Wen Rouhan, the doors behind him opened and dancers in wide skirts and jiggling jewelry streamed into the space between the tables the sects sat at. A startled gasp went through the room, followed by agitated mumbling and when Lan Wangji heard even his brother next to him try to stifle an involuntary sound, he looked up from where his eyes had been fixed on his tea cup.

Eyes that widened immediately upon looking at the dancers that had already begun swaying and turning to the dark, heavy feeling music that was being played, because next to their long, layered skirts and a thin strip of fabric over their chests, those dancers weren’t wearing much else. Naked skin flashed in his field of view, naked arms and stomachs and longs legs, bared to the glances of the flustered and scandalized crowd, and Lan Wangji felt the tips of his ears becoming unbearably hot. It felt like watching a carriage tip over after hitting a bump in the road: horrible and shocking of the sort that made you unable to look away.

The murmurs in the room were still going on, the majority of the guests unsure whether to look away or not. The members of GusuLan behind him and his brother all looked flustered and shocked, their gazes flitting around the room to find something to look at that wasn’t the half naked dancers in the middle of it. Lan Xichen had directed his eyes at Wen Rouhan, who lounged in his opulent throne, looking comfortable and smug and not flustered at all, instead rather satisfied with the outrage he had caused.

Just as Lan Wangji thought he, too, could finally manage to rip his eyes away, to fix them on something that wouldn’t make his ears burn like they were on fire, they were caught by someone in the middle of the dancing group. It took him a moment to understand why he got caught on that someone, until he saw that it wasn’t a woman like all the other dancers, but a man.

A man, dressed in the same layered skirts in red and black and red again, the same flimsy top with the sun of QishanWen on it, but bedecked in much more jewelry than the women around him, as if he was the main attraction. There was an elaborate golden piece at the underside of his top, completing the upper half of the sun motif with drops of gold with red and black gems in them; golden bracelets were wrapped around his wrists and upper arms, throat, chest and even the creamy thigh and ankle that appeared every now and then between the layers of his skirts; chains with pearls of gold connecting bracelets, in his long, dark hair next to a longer red ribbon and hanging from the belt of red and gold discs at his hips.

Whenever he turned, the firelight would catch on all that gold and the deep red of the gems, as well as on the hundred tiny gems sewn into the hems on his skirts, making it look like they were on fire. He painted streaks of gold into the air with the flip of his hair and arms, pulling a golden aura with him like a veil of a wedding gown.

And no matter how much Lan Wangji tried, he could not rip his gaze away from that man. With every twist of his wrists, every shift of his shoulders, every throw of his head, he seemed to enthrall him, shackling his attention to himself with long fingers and longer legs, the flexing of his muscles visible under the naked skin of his stomach and back.

It was outrageous, scandalous and the Second Young Master of GusuLan should turn away like all the other members of his clan, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

And then the man threw back his head and his eyes locked onto his own for a moment, deep silver pools, sparkling like stars in the firelight, and something in his whole body seemed to tense and unlock at the same time, intoxicating heat and heady excitement rushing through his veins, making everything around him fall away and his whole being focus on the man in red and black and gold.

When the man grinned at him wickedly, Lan Wangji already knew from the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing loudly in his ears, that he would never be able to let this moment go, never mind forget the dancer with robes of fire and an aura of gold.

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(part two)

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 7 – Reunion

My entry for fytheuntamed’s Untamed Fall Fest 2020 for "Reunion". I hope you like it :)

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“Lan Zhan!”, a voice called out, as Lan Wangji was making his way back from the Cold Pond to the Jingshi. He froze. He knew that voice. He knew the way it was calling his name, the way it was echoing around the forest, way too loud for the Cloud Recesses, where shouting was forbidden…

When Lan Wangji turned around, it was just in time to see a blur of red and black shooting in his direction, before a solid weight collided with his chest and immediately did its best impression of an octopus, wrapping all his limbs around his body, still damp under his robes.

The impact rocked him back and off his feet on the uneven terrain and even though it would only have taken a second to right himself, his arms came around the warm weight instead, pulling it securely against his own body and letting it carry them down onto the grassy ground.

He breathed in the smell of lotus flowers and rich soil, his hands resting on a warm back, hidden under dark grey robes, and pulled his precious burden even closer.

“Wei Ying”, he breathed, “You’re back.”

Rosewood

(3/5)

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Third piece.

The titles are names of color shades, by the way.

Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 28 - Decay

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And he smiled and smiled and smiled, until his face hurt and his soul wept, and he wanted to take hold of his stuttering heart, that felt scarred and raw and bleeding, while inside he was being ripped apart, piece by piece, decaying hands of rotting flesh taking hold of him, pulling him down, further and further away from the light…