The flowing blade of the wind dragon
anonymous
March 3 2010, 10:46:33 UTC
My first fill! It's not very shippery, ugh… but you can see Liet/China if you squint.
It's a material art fill, for I read that Liet is practicing it. Set before he begun to practice (in my headcanon China thought him). I'm a material artist myself so I just couldn't pass the chance, so hope you will like it!
Also apologizing from the dept of my heart for any grammar mistakes or typos… I don’t know where to get a beta *emberresed*. ______________________________ China always felt old. But not the weak, wilting kind of old, no… He felt like an old three, his roots deep in the ground, his head up high above, and the wind in his long, swaying brunches. It filled him with calm and power, the touch of the life flowing into his body from the earth below his feet, and the spirit of inspiration from the sun above, filling him with the knowledge of the energy of the universe. He inhaled slowly; his body knew every movement and every breath, natural and effortless as thinking, flowing like water and wind, stable and calm like a mountain,
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The flowing blade of the wind dragon- B
anonymous
March 3 2010, 10:50:52 UTC
The Lithuanian picked the sword up with fear in his eyes, shaking a bit as he handed the beautiful war tool in its craved sheath to China, adoring the fine artwork of the haft shaped as a dragon claw. China took the sword and smiled to calm the other man down, "Don't fear. It has been long since this sword was used for anything but practice." China took a minute to look at his long treasured possession. "It has been mine for thousand of years now
( ... )
It's a material art fill, for I read that Liet is practicing it. Set before he begun to practice (in my headcanon China thought him). I'm a material artist myself so I just couldn't pass the chance, so hope you will like it!
Also apologizing from the dept of my heart for any grammar mistakes or typos… I don’t know where to get a beta *emberresed*.
______________________________
China always felt old. But not the weak, wilting kind of old, no… He felt like an old three, his roots deep in the ground, his head up high above, and the wind in his long, swaying brunches. It filled him with calm and power, the touch of the life flowing into his body from the earth below his feet, and the spirit of inspiration from the sun above, filling him with the knowledge of the energy of the universe. He inhaled slowly; his body knew every movement and every breath, natural and effortless as thinking, flowing like water and wind, stable and calm like a mountain, ( ... )
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