to walk with you in moonlight (prologue)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 00:20:38 UTC
There are nights when she comes to him in dreams, when he dreams of the dead as though death itself had no dominion. He tosses in bed, crying out for her, his voice cracking like the caw of a crow, reaching for her, his fingers the grasping claws of a crow. When he alights on her, she turns sightless eyes to him and then he
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to walk with you in moonlight (part one)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 01:21:33 UTC
The first time he saw her, she rode toward him on a stocky little nomad horse, clad in furs. She pulled back her hood to reveal her face, and a pair of fierce but beautiful green eyes, the same color as the best jade, stared out at him. Her red hair tumbled around her shoulders, here and there braided with bits of stone and brightly-colored cloth. The sight of those eyes in that pale face, surrounded by her thick red hair, was breathtaking.
China stood and watched the barbarian woman ride past him on that nomad horse. He knew, in the marrow of his bones, that this was no ordinary woman. Their eyes met, and he felt sure she knew it, too. He pivoted in his tracks, watching her ride through the gate and into his city. His heart pounding, he looked down at his hands, which trembled so that he could hardly hold onto his seChina was not young, but not so ancient as he would become. His hair, longer even than the woman's, fell past his waist and nearly touched the ground. In his impeccably clean clothes, the only stain upon him the tell-
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to walk with you in moonlight (part two)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 01:44:20 UTC
Celt learned his language quickly, and within weeks was chattering along to him quite happily. "I had to have talent with languages," she told him one day as they lay in his bed, her head on his chest, his hands stroking her hair. "My sisters each speak a different language, so to talk to them at all I had to learn them all
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Re: to walk with you in moonlight (part two)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 02:43:42 UTC
This is quite interesting, and non-op!anon rather likes this fill!
Hopefully author!anon won't mind if I nitpick a few details :3 -China would not have left his hair down during the time period of this fic. Only crazy men would have left their hair down. -Green jade would be only one of the best kinds...White jade is also very highly prized. -China would not have been profusely bowing to the woman he bumped into - apologizing once with the most formal bow would do.
Re: to walk with you in moonlight (part two)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 04:30:19 UTC
Author!anon sez...
-- This is set over a thousand years in the past. AFAIK, the Chinese traditionally did not cut their hair short until the Manchus instituted the shaved-head-with-pigtail look. It was considered filial piety to grow your hair long (your hair is a gift from your parents, therefore you should not cut it). -- Yes white jade is nice, but perhaps green is simply China's favorite. :) -- He is a very nice young man and knocking over old ladies isn't something he would normally do, hence the apologizing. You could also read 'bowing' as just meaning one or two bows, not a whole succession of them.
Re: to walk with you in moonlight (part two)
anonymous
February 18 2010, 16:17:40 UTC
Anon that hates school here. Thank you for filling this! :D Can't wait to see how you address the final parting. But I'm a little jealous that I didn't get a chance to fill :/ I have to go find something new to fill now. :)
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China stood and watched the barbarian woman ride past him on that nomad horse. He knew, in the marrow of his bones, that this was no ordinary woman. Their eyes met, and he felt sure she knew it, too. He pivoted in his tracks, watching her ride through the gate and into his city. His heart pounding, he looked down at his hands, which trembled so that he could hardly hold onto his seChina was not young, but not so ancient as he would become. His hair, longer even than the woman's, fell past his waist and nearly touched the ground. In his impeccably clean clothes, the only stain upon him the tell- ( ... )
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Hopefully author!anon won't mind if I nitpick a few details :3
-China would not have left his hair down during the time period of this fic. Only crazy men would have left their hair down.
-Green jade would be only one of the best kinds...White jade is also very highly prized.
-China would not have been profusely bowing to the woman he bumped into - apologizing once with the most formal bow would do.
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-- This is set over a thousand years in the past. AFAIK, the Chinese traditionally did not cut their hair short until the Manchus instituted the shaved-head-with-pigtail look. It was considered filial piety to grow your hair long (your hair is a gift from your parents, therefore you should not cut it).
-- Yes white jade is nice, but perhaps green is simply China's favorite. :)
-- He is a very nice young man and knocking over old ladies isn't something he would normally do, hence the apologizing. You could also read 'bowing' as just meaning one or two bows, not a whole succession of them.
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looking forward to more! ♥
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Thank you for filling this! :D Can't wait to see how you address the final parting.
But I'm a little jealous that I didn't get a chance to fill :/ I have to go find something new to fill now. :)
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Who doesn't though?
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