12/8/2025, 8:46 PM
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Yue did her best not to linger in the way that Shenlei remained stalwart, unable to melt into her the way she did unto him. He was a busy man, preoccupied in many ways – whereas her only preoccupation was him. He was the dynasty, the fates of all people. If anything, this dynamic felt familiar, and at the moment familiarity in any form was a welcome reprieve from the oppressive strangeness of these lands.
Whatever freedom she had granted him went unanswered and unfulfilled; his mind clicked into analytical mode, and Yue fell in step with him. Whatever he wished to do was what she also wished to do, if nothing more than because she trusted his vision and perception of the past, present, and future. He spoke of the agents the dynasty would need to secure a foothold not only here, but anywhere they might settle. Yue nodded, not pressing any further in their closeness, but still somehow intertwined like snakes; both touching and not touching at the same time.
The topic he segued to was not one she favored. Imperceptibly, she grit her teeth, all too unwilling to remember her troubles. With her sudden awakening, her reunion with Shenlei, learning that the Dynasty had fallen and must be rebuilt (a task even she had no experience at), the concerns about an heir hadn’t been forefront in her awareness. It was, now. As always, Shen spoke the words that no one wanted to (but must) hear.
Yue shuddered, allowing herself to refocus on the unforeseen council meeting she was attending. He did not move, nor did she, and perhaps to anyone else the talk to making heirs and the proximity of their bodies might have roused them into action – but this was not a conclave of anyone. The Emperor and The Empress planned and schemed their future, as they always had, and more corporeal desires became secondary (in all places that did not concern heirs).
Whatever freedom she had granted him went unanswered and unfulfilled; his mind clicked into analytical mode, and Yue fell in step with him. Whatever he wished to do was what she also wished to do, if nothing more than because she trusted his vision and perception of the past, present, and future. He spoke of the agents the dynasty would need to secure a foothold not only here, but anywhere they might settle. Yue nodded, not pressing any further in their closeness, but still somehow intertwined like snakes; both touching and not touching at the same time.
I will begin to tally and interview the survivors.she acquiesced easily, hoping he could rest ever-so-slightly in the fact that, this, he could trust. With Yue, it was as good as done. Not only would she support him in his commands, but she agreed with them entirely. A luminous glance fell towards the earth.
The lotus flower thrives in the mud, however…her voice was low, muttering something almost like a jest.
I have not seen much of it, but I do not see how our kingdom could thrive here.
The topic he segued to was not one she favored. Imperceptibly, she grit her teeth, all too unwilling to remember her troubles. With her sudden awakening, her reunion with Shenlei, learning that the Dynasty had fallen and must be rebuilt (a task even she had no experience at), the concerns about an heir hadn’t been forefront in her awareness. It was, now. As always, Shen spoke the words that no one wanted to (but must) hear.
Yes, Emperor,she said succinctly, a million tasks cataloguing themselves in her mind. Survivors. Seasons. Tallies. Heirs. Supplies. Borders. Security. Shen.
Yue shuddered, allowing herself to refocus on the unforeseen council meeting she was attending. He did not move, nor did she, and perhaps to anyone else the talk to making heirs and the proximity of their bodies might have roused them into action – but this was not a conclave of anyone. The Emperor and The Empress planned and schemed their future, as they always had, and more corporeal desires became secondary (in all places that did not concern heirs).
Those not of Tianlong…the orchid questioned, wanting to gauge his opinion on such things before she moved forward in her duties,
Do we dare to trust them?
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