angryhearts | January Open Post

January Open Post

WHO: Open to All

WHAT: Just a January Open Post, Lan Wangjis Birthday, Whatever you want

WHEN: Open to the Whole Month - New Years, Birthday, etc

WHERE: Anywhere in the hotel

NOTES: Warnings in threads. Just an open post to give us a little something to do i January

The New Year arrives and even if there is no way for them to really tell time, just keeping track of days and a few conversations with staff helps them pinpoint when it happens. Not that anyone can tell what the year is, but at least people can welcome the start of a new year in this place.

Care to celebrate the new year? Find a supply of noisemakers or hats in one of the shops and create your own new year traditions. Might as well celebrate the fact that the hotel hasn't tried to mess with anyone lately!

And with the new year also brings January birthdays! Lan Wangji (both of them) are born during this month and so a dining hall has been set up with streamers and decorations. As well as cakes and desserts for everyone to enjoy. A special (slightly boring) meal of fruits and vegetables has been laid out as the day's specialty.

Have another January birthday you want to celebrate? Have another reason to be out and exploring? Feel free to top level with your own ideas and let's have the characters enjoy their time together.

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"How about a poem made by you?" He teases as he starts working on the ingredients, chopping up meats and vegetables, and working on making a soup out of it. Eventually, the kitchen becomes warm and smells good. Even while busy working by the counter and the stove, he chats with him.

"It doesn't to be good or perfect. Even my handwriting is bad. I'll like it if gege composed it. I know I composed a lot in your honor."

"You are better at the arts then I am." Even if his hand writing is bad, Hua Cheng's talents lie in his sculpting and painting. He stares at the blank piece of paper and considers what kind of things might make a good poem.

He slowly starts to write but it is mostly jotting down thoughts.

"Yes. I preferred art because it's more visual that way, and expresses more how I feel. But literature and poetry is good as well."

He's busy with the cooking. Cooking is art for him as well. He's careful and paid attention to details. He assembled their dinner by the plates. Meat goes on one side, vegetables in the middle, bowls of soup and noodles with spoons nearby to pick up, and a plate of rice for the both of them.

He sat down, with a soft smile. "Have you written anything gege?"

"Not really much that makes sense as a poem...just words." It looks more like a list then an actual poem in his mind. He reaches up and itches his cheek in embarrassment. Hua Cheng has gone through so much effort to prepare a meal and he has barely managed anything good.

"I think I would need more time."

"Dinner is ready gege." Hua Cheng prepares the meal and has dinner on the table ready to celebrate the lunar new year properly. He sits across from him. He is careful to organize it and surround the plates around him, setting the plate of rice before him as he thinks with his paper in front of him.

"And take your time." To appear eating, he takes his chopsticks to pick up the meats and vegetables to eat with his rice.

He collects the paper and sets it down on the floor beside him. He doesn't see any reason to keep working on it through dinner. Once it is set aside, he picks up the chopsticks to begin eating his meal. "Thank you for the meal San Lang."

He will do something to pay him back somehow but for now he will focus on the meal.

He smiles at him. He figured sometimes he may feel uninspired, "I'll make a poem just for you after dinner gege if that pleases you." Hua Cheng is natural, considering he defeated the gods in the debate of literature.

As they start eating, even though Hua Cheng doesn't need to eat, he does get some pleasure sharing a meal with him. "I'll give you all of my luck for the new year. I hoped...I hoped we go home. I'm pretty sure once we do, I'll be by your side forever."

Xie Lian has always been good at the more physical aspects of life. When he was a crown prince he knew all the necessary pieces of that life but then things changed and that kind of knowledge wasn't particularly important. But he still remembers those teachings.

"I hope we get to go home as well. No matter where we end up I hope we get to be together. I only want your luck as long as we can share it."

"Gege, you have all of my luck and my love." He smiles warmly with him, flirting with him.

Once the meal has eaten, he took a sip of his tea, "Let me write a poem for you, all right?" He looks over what he has written on the paper and picks up the pen to start writing down words and characters.

"Ah...you don't have to San Lang. I should finish mine." Not that he has a lot written. He wants it to be something special but it is hard for him to put into words what he feels at that moment or any of the times he is with San Lang.

He watches as the man starts to write, his characters hardly distinguishable. "You haven't been practicing your calligraphy at all, have you?" It's still as bad as ever...

"You should finished yours." He doesn't mind the length as long it's written for him. He laughs softly, "No." The calligraphy written on the paper is illegible and scribbly.

"But I can read it out to you when it's finished."

"You really need to practice San Lang. You're good at so many things, so why is your handwriting like this?"

It's always so surprising whenever Xie Lian sees it. No matter how much they practice it just never seems to get much better.

With a slight pout, knowing he's teasing him. "Gege, I've been practicing for a long time." Has it been centuries? "I think I'm better at drawing pictures or work with my hands around clay."

He writes a few lines, takes some time to complete the words, and announces, "My poem is finished. I'm ready to read it out to you." He's eager, always wanted to share his work with him.

He had been so distracted that he forgot about his own poem. Guilt fills him as he looks down at his own page. "Ah..yes...go ahead San Lang."

He will just have to finish his own after he hears San Lang's poem. It would be rude to try and write it while he is reading his own.

He sees and felt his guilt. He noticed he's writing out his own poem and he wanted to wait until he completes it.

"I can wait for gege to finish and go first." He waits and pauses, showing he can be patient for him.

"You might be waiting awhile...it really doesn't seem like much at this point." He doesn't want to make Hua Cheng wait for him when his poem is already finished.

He looks at his paper, "I didn't realize writing a poem would be so difficult."

He simply laughs, "It's okay. I debated against the literature gods and defeated them. You can tell me your poem later when it's finished. How's that?"

He looks at his own paper of scribbly lines and he's ready to recite his.

He nods and sets it aside. He will worry about it later. Perhaps hearing Hua Cheng's will make him feel more confident about his own.

"I'm ready to listen."

He clears his throat. Suddenly, he felt a little shy, but his poem is heartfelt. Hopefully, it wasn't too long for him as he reads out. Picking up his paper, he reads out slowly.

"Butterflies fly across the sea,
searching until the end of time
The mortal realm, I cannot bear to let you journey it alone
Though the arduous road ahead is long,
it cannot be longer than eternity

A red thread tied between us
I am willing to go to heaven or hell,
become invincible for you
Even if my bones turn to ashes,
I will not regret our vows

Even is the world is turned upside down,
I will face it with you
Spending the seasons watching the world pass
Only you and I are beside each other, hand in hand

This flower of you stands proudly in the snow
Its perfume is only for one
I will always love whom I love without complaint and regret
This love is always in my heart"

Then with a whisper, happy and proud, as he looks up, hoping that will please his god. "Dianxia, I will always be your most devoted believer and follower."

He stares at the other man in surprise. How did he write something so impressive in such a short period of time? It really does put the scribbles of words on his own paper to shame and Xie Lian feels guilty for his meager attempts.

"It's beautiful, San Lang." He knows that he has not had much luck for most of his life, but he can't help but feel lucky that the one most devoted to him is Hua Cheng.

It's no surprise he won a debate against the literature gods. Hua Cheng adores him with all of his heart and soul, that he doesn't care if it's only a few words or nothing at all. The poem expresses the love and devotion he has for him for almost a mellenia.

"Thank you gege." He smiles gently, waiting for him for his response. To him, he's happy to put gege in a good mood.

"I'm afraid I'm not as good at words as you are San Lang. I fear my poems wouldn't be good enough..." There is very little in his life that he didn't think he was capable of doing. The talent and ease that Hua Cheng is able to do things sometimes makes his confidence waver.

"Gege, it's okay. Every word you say and everything you do is a poem itself. You didn't know it, because I put it into words, statues, and paintings and then you can see how I see you." He grins. He wanted to cheer him up. Hua Cheng's confidence is a lot worse centuries ago, but he climbs back up from Hell itself...all for his sake.

"I love you." He whispers, and he leans forward, tilting his head, and kisses him sweetly.

He smiles and kisses him back, reaching up to place a hand gently against his cheek. he hardly thinks his life is the thing of poems. Perhaps more of a long odyssey. he breaks the kiss briefly, "I love you too." and then places his lips against him again.

If it's an odyssey, he's part of his journey lasting for millennia of a lifetime. He enjoys being touched by him. He hums, feeling loved and valued by him. He closes his eyes, enjoying the kisses, soft and sweet.

"Gege, come to bed and be my love." He murmured against his lips in the kisses.

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