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	» Age: 30s » Species: Human » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Companionship, mainly. Friends, allies, and lovers, also welcome. » Preferences: Likeminded men and women. Not too old, not too young. » Interests: Fashion, art, calligraphy, antiques, poetry, politics, astronomy, bird collection, strategy games, and erotic literature. » Bio: Single sect leader seeking potential wife and cultivation partner, sexual companionship, and business associates. Additional benefits available.
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	Nie Huaisang

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Text: Delinquent to sectleadernie

[noneforyou]

[ It's been a while since the two of them have last made proper contact, and Xue Yang is getting annoyed with Nie Huaisang's absence. Even poking around the complex as a cat, it feels like he's seen much less of the man recently, and if nothing else he wants to make sure that Nie Huaisang isn't forgetting their arrangement. ]

Meet me in that room.

I'm not giving you a choice.

[ A threat? Absolutely. But considering where he's calling Nie Huaisang out to, the chance that it's going to end in death is lower than it might otherwise be.

Not zero, of course, but lower.

He's already waiting in the room in question: a small, sparsely-furnished living space closest to the rear entrance of the replicated Unclean Realm. ]

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[illicitly]

[Their arrangement hasn't been forgotten. In fact, Xue Yang's message comes just about on schedule. Huaisang stares at the text, the rebellious part of his soul that no amount of oppression can ever seem to completely crush completely momentarily tempted to ignore it out of spite for being ordered into a meeting.

To say his mood has been rather dark since Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng disappeared is an understatement. He's done his best to keep himself distracted or occupied, an intimately familar coping mechanism for dealing with loss. Focusing on tasks like finishing the wards around the saber room, improving the fortress's defenses, and working on contingency plans to protect the islanders from dangers of this world have kept him busy enough to the point he hasn't wallowed in his sorrow completely. He's been quiet, pensive, and a bit more brooding than usual the few times he's ventured out of the central residence.

Within the Qinghe Nie Sect, the current sect leader's behavior is pretty typical, the disciples accustomed to his secrecy and sudden absences from the Unclean Realm, and years of habit are hard to break. However, Huaisang continues to be keenly aware of his lack of manpower to effectively deal with threats to his life so after heaving a resigned sigh, he simply heads toward their meeting place.

He shuffles into the room, listless in his robes, expression shadowed and eyes downcast. He doesn't say a word, simply waits to see what Xue Yang will do next.]

[noneforyou]

[ The moment Nie Huaisang closes the door behind him Xue Yang is nearly on top of him, more or less bodily pinning him there. He stares straight into Nie Huaisang's eyes, their lips barely inches apart when he speaks. ]

Are you gonna talk?

[ At this point, he's not expecting it. Nie Huaisang has been almost useless when it came to actually providing Xue Yang with information. By now, Xue Yang is expecting it. But there's always things that are useful besides information, and now that Xue Yang understands how their lists and the related rewards work a little better than the last time he confronted Nie Huaisang, he's a lot more accepting of the alternative arrangements the two of them have fallen into. Beyond the high of the physical pleasure, there's longer-term benefits to be gained too.

So if Nie Huaisang wants to keep his tongue he's going to be using his mouth for something, and whether that's kissing or spilling secrets is a decision he gets to make for himself, right now. ]

[illicitly]

What is there to talk about? They're gone.

[Huaisang holds Xue Yang's gaze without flinching, not even trying to push him away or extricate himself any more. The people he most wanted to protect from Xue Yang are safely beyond his reach now, pieces guarded by their absence from the board. As for the rest, he is still appraising their true value and maneuverability in he case he has to play.

And of course, there's the question of whether Huaisang even still has it in him to keep playing in the first place.

However, he has no strong desire to push Xue Yang away either. Huaisang supposes his initial reason for getting involved in this still stands. Stealing his enemy's weapon away for his own might still be useful, even if as the months pass here, the harder it is to stay focused on taking down someone not even in the same world as him.

So Huaisang simply sighs and leans forward to kiss his 'captor', unusually soft and almost tender compared to their usual ones. He extricates and lifts his hands to cup Xue Yang's face in them, gently brushing his fingertips along his skin.]

UN: Lianfang-zun , Video

[taintedpeony]

[Here was the great and mightly Lianfang-zun most certainly hiding in some shrubbery in the middle of the gardens of Jinlin tai. He looked perfectly frantic if absolutely sexed up. Never mind the hickies all down his neck.]

Huaisang, I don't know if you are still awake...I think I fucked up. I don't know what to do but I definitely fucked up. he gave it to me. Fuck. How can I even think about that? He had me touch it to put it away.

Please pick up.

Please

[illicitly]

[Huaisang had been lightly dozing in bed, peaceful in a way that he's still trying to get used to when he gets the incoming message. He's used the communicator on his bracelet so rarely that he forgets it even has that function half the time so the beeping startles him fully awake. He's quick to answer the call, to silence the noise before it awakens the slumbering companion cuddled up to him, arms latched around him with a vice grip. Not that Huaisang minds it in the least.

The feed opens to show a downward angle of a rather flustered and disheveled looking Huaisang with a head of fluffy dark hair tucked up underneath his chin.

It takes him a moment to absorb all the information in the hickies and process the other man's panicked words. His gaze sharpens when pieces it all together pretty quickly.]

...Zewu-jun gave you his forehead ribbon when you had sex with him?

[His tone's calm and measured.]

[taintedpeony]

[He was currently curled up in a little ball, only really wearing his underrobes. He was partially considering burrowing under this bush and living out the rest of his days as a plant.]

It was after we had sex, we went to bathe. He, he had me put it away. I tried to tell him I would just dirty it with my hands but...

And then everything got sexual again, and Mingjue was involved. [He'll keep things vague here.]

And I think it hit me in the middle of the night. I snuck out and am hiding here.

The fucking significance of all of that. What do I even do with this? What is wrong with me? This is all a terrible idea and apparently, I can't take two steps without fucking over myself royally.

I've decided, I'm no longer a person. I am one with the plants. If you see a peony in my place please water me. [He was talking really fast, almost hyperventilating.]

...I didn't know who else to call.

[tangyuan]

[ ooc: I'll say this is earlier in the month and also before MY has met NMJ— ]

[ Nie Huaisang isn't hard to spot. For all Ming Yi's exposure to the man was purely digital, he hasn't forgotten him. For one, he still owes him for giving him his current accommodations. And secondly, Ming Yi simply doesn't forget anything that might be useful in the future.

Ming Yi's footsteps are light, but not inaudible, as he crosses the courtyard to the place Nie Huaisang is seated. In the perpetual gloom that casts everything in a cold, silver light, Ming Yi's pale face looks especially somber, and his yellow eyes are sharp and frigid. Still, despite his unfriendly air, he inclines his head and lifts in arms in greeting, and in a deep voice, he greets: ]

Sect Leader Nie. [ Truly, the only title he knows him by thanks to the Navigator. ] We weren't able to introduce ourselves properly before. I'm Ming Yi, Earth Master Yi.

[illicitly]

[Huaisang looks up, greeting the man with a gracious smile befitting a host. It's true that that they hadn't had time to properly meet or get acquainted back then. His hands had been full with militia matters, securing allies, and Jin Guangyao's sudden arrival back then. And then he'd fallen prey to the irresistible call of sea that had somehow carried him home.]

It is a pleasure to meet you under less hectic circumstances. I hope that you've been able to live comfortably here since I've been gone.

[The title is something he'll have to do something about soon, he thinks. His older brother's arrival changes some things. Not that Huaisang minds the prospect of stepping down at all. He could use the reprieve and he'll have all the authority and responsibility he never wanted when the Augur releases him again.]

[tangyuan]

Thanks to your generosity.

[ He inclines his head again, all due respect and politeness and nothing more, before lifting it again and meeting Nie Huaisang's eyes. ]

Regarding your absence, there are security issues that need to be discussed. [ Pleasantries out of the way, he tucks his arms behinds his back again and moves straight to business. ] As the keeper of this domain, it's important that you're aware of the changes Master Shen and I have made.

The Unclean Realm's Central Quarters

[air_head]

[To say the lavish and questionably furnished quarters have seen much use in the past couple of weeks would be an understatement. The bubbly wind master has left his abode frequently, if not for long periods of time. The state of the rooms can attest to that. A fragrant air from the lush bath signals its recent, luxurious use, the area surrounding slightly damp with steam and mist. Half eaten snacks litter the table here and there, a grand bottle of wine already mostly consumed to the side. It's apparently someone has been cocooned in the quarters for a good while now.


The bed in particular looks very rumpled and used--if by a sole party. For one thing, one set of pillows remains pristine and untouched, its side of the bed undisturbed by rolling around, covers untugged in comparison to the twisted folds on the other side. A fluffy head of hair is the only thing keeping Shi Qingxuan looking modest, his long locks strewn all over his very naked body.

One arm dangles over the edge of the bed, as of reaching for the cup that has long rolled underneath it.]

bb NHS icon but it's too apt here lol

[illicitly]

[Huaisang's still not sure how to make sense of the situation he's in. After walking into the sea during that winter storm, he'd come to his senses back in his own world, puzzled by what he'd considered to be a peculiar dream full of faces both familiar and unfamiliar. However, one in particular had lingered on, prompting a slight smile from time in quiet moments over the following months, stopping him from falling into total despair. At that point, clinging to whatever fleeting scraps of hope and happiness was all he had left to draw strength from, even if it was only the brightest spot within a very strange dream of a distant world.

But now it was all over. His brother was twice buried, the enemy of his sect vanquished though at a terrible cost. Dealing the final deathblow to Jin Guangyao in his own world had come at the cost of his friendships and future but justice for Nie Mingjue had finally come at long last. After sealing away his brother and the man who'd murdered him, Huaisang is finally free to move forward in his own life, at last, even if back home there's no one left for him to do that with.

It doesn't matter now though. True to his word, Jin Guangyao had let him sleep in and taken away his sandy robes to wash. Shortly after awakening, there's only one person on Huaisang's mind. It's enough to motivate him into problem solving his current lack of clothing by stealing the top sheet off of Jin Guangyao's bed and fashioning it around himself in a makeshift toga as he learned from the local puppets.

Then he's hurrying through the keep back to his own quarters, bursting in through the door to his rooms with an exuberance he hasn't felt in years.]

Shi-xiong? Shi-xiong, are you still here?

[The words are out of his mouth before he fully registers Shi Qingxuan sleeping naked on his side of the bed. As soon as it clicks, he jumps and crashes onto his unoccupied side of the bed like an overzealous puppy, still talking in a nervous rush.]

Shi-xiong? Shi-xiong! Wake up!

[air_head]

[Nie Huaisang's voice reaches his drowsy ears as if in a dream--literally, in this case, as the hurried tone seeps into the outer layers of wakefulness that coaxes Shi Qingxuan away from his deep slumber. The insistent quality of the command he can only associate with one person, never mind who would never possess the frantic urgency in Huaisang's voice.]

G'away, ge, [He moans, flipping himself around so his face is squarely smothered into the pillow, arms knotted over the back of his head.] Waking up every day is stupid.

[He knows what comes next. He knows that an inexplicable splash of water, commanded out of seemingly nowhere, is his older brother's immediate response to his whining, and the most effective method of waking him up. Even so, Qingxuan braces himself stubbornly for the impact, loathe to leave the comfort of his dreams.

Except.

Sleep dissipating with awareness, Qingxuan lifts his bird nest of a head to rub at one eye blearily, cheeks puffy with sleep, his mind racing to keep up with what his surroundings are telling him.]

If I wake up, then you won't be in my dream anymore, Nie-xiong.

Text: UN: Lianfang-zun

[taintedpeony]

Nie Huaisang. We need to talk.

text; un: sectleadernie

[illicitly]

Good evening, Jin Guangyao. How may I be of assistance to you?

[taintedpeony]

Don't you dare give me the head-shaker routine. You know very well what this is about.

We have to talk about what happened.

Text; Out of the blue sometime after the June Mingle

[baxiasprice]

Jin Guangyao told me everything.

[Mingjue sits, staring at his bracelet thoughtfully. Then, because he wants Huaisang to know that he's not currently angry about it, he adds the little symbol the demon woman taught him:]

:)

[illicitly]

[Now that Huaisang's more settled and secure in a place of his own, he's reached a much calmer state of mind, his temper soothed for the time being, at least. Ming Yi's assistance with warding his new home and Shi Qingxuan's comfort and support have helped ease much of his anxiety over the situation with Jin Guangyao.

Then he sees the text from Nie Mingjue. After a reflexive flinch at seeing Jin Guangyao's name in it, he regards it with the same skepticism that's protected him and his sect from enemy attack for so many years.

And then the smiley comes and Huaisang just has to stare it a bit before responding.]

How do you know?

[Please excuse his wariness, da ge. He's already been burned once and knows all too well how slippery Jin Guangyao's tongue can be.]

[baxiasprice]

Watched his memories.

[Which probably required explanation.]

In those things they shoved us in last month. All the way up to his death.

voice; UN: yourpeony

[taintedpeony]

A-Sang, look what I wore today.

[After a few moments on sending the photo, he switched to voice.]

A-Sang! I was lucky enough to be pegged and dominated by a beautiful woman, I wanted to show you the result. I hope you can be pegged by a beautiful woman too, it feels so nice.

Also, I miss you terribly. I hope I am not being too needy. I just wanted to hear your voice.

voice; un: yoursongbird

[illicitly]

[As soon as Huaisang sees who the message is from and the picture that's attached, he slips out of bed and hurries over to the sitting area. He sits down on the plain sofa there, hoping the distance will decrease the risk of disturbing his sleeping companion. Inspired by the username switch, he answers in kind, blushing a little as he does so, before answering.]

It's good to hear from you. I've missed hear your voice, too. You look delicious in that outfit. You sound like you enjoyed yourself a lot. I can't say that I know much about pegging, though.

[taintedpeony]

[The username change made his heart swell, he would love to call him his songbird. He shifted in his bed smiling to himself.]

I'm glad. I want to wear it for you sometime.

It felt so good. I did it twice. I have a toy that fits into a woman in one end and then the other end can shift into me.

It moves, A-sang. It shakes a lot and it just feels so intense against that spot. My soul left my physical form it was so intense.

We can play with it the next time you are over. I want to make you feel good, my love.

Have you been doing well? I know work can be a different routine to settle into.

[taintedpeony]

[Very different than how Jin Ziyao usually types. But he was currently having two conversations at once.]

Huaisang.
Out on the field.
Am Safe.

Evacuees going to Peter's ship or Koi Tower.

Medical, food there.

Have urgent situation with the Gundam Pilots.

Trying to keep them talking.

Reach out to your network.

Clear the area near the hospital.

Tell Mingjue, up defenses.

Minshan to Koi Tower.

Won't listen to reason.

Loveyou.

un: alittlebird; voice

[illicitly]

[As soon as Huaisang sees the words "urgent situation" and "Gundam Pilots", his blood runs cold with fear, followed by a surge of anger. Of course, there's trouble again. Both kinds he predicted last winter. Only now, he's without a force strong enough to fight against them.]

I love you, too. I have no network anymore but I'll do what I can. Do you need me to contact Su She?

un: secondpeony; voice

[taintedpeony]

[He was out of breath but he switched to voice. The muffled sounds of the undead, as well as the sound of the wind, could be heard in the background.]

Thank you A-Sang.

You have been here longer than any of us so your advice will be crucial here. Neither Mingjue nor I know what we are up against with these suits. And if it goes badly we may have to fight on two fronts.

Yes please do. I need to make certain our teams can get the hospital area as clear as we can in the time those children get in their toys.

Give him the phrase 'I lift my eyes and see the moon, I bend my head and think of home.' he will know that the missive is from me. Tell him to defend Koi Tower, and update him on the situation on the field. If anyone has an issue tell them to take it up with me.

I need to find Julieta Juris and see if she is willing to defend our home.