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glass_icarus) wrote2010-02-15 04:17 pm
glass_icarus) wrote2010-02-15 04:17 pm
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The 5th Asian Women Blog Carnival is up! ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stephiepenguin did a great job compiling these, and I plan to devour everything today.
Still so groggy, omg. I have been failing to kickstart my brain into writing (well, what I'm supposed to be writing, at least) for the past four days, but thanks to the power of the collective awesome over atdhobikikutti's, I did come up with this:
Untitled
Fandom: Red Cliff
Rating: G
Summary/notes: First attempt! Written fortroisroyaumes's request; reposted from here. Vague spoilers for parts I and II- I watched the full-length version, not the cut one. *g*
Meng Meng is nearly grown now, and Xiao Qiao and Zhou Yu can both be found at the stables more often than not, lingering longer and longer as the summer wears on. Zhou Yu doesn't speak of it, but she recognizes the tense anticipation in his arms around her at night, mingled joy and foreboding in the set of his mouth, the furrow in his brow that appears only when no one else is watching.
Her husband's public face is as impassive as ever, but Xiao Qiao knows that Zhuge Liang- Kong Ming- would have noticed it anyway, if he were here.
If he were here.
(In another world, in a time of peace, perhaps he would be: an ally or even a fellow servant of their lord Sun Quan, his genius channeled solely into poetry or music rather than military strategy. Perhaps the friendship between Kong Ming and her husband would be cultivated and allowed to flourish, unshadowed by battle and blood and the uncertain future. It will never happen in this life, though; Xiao Qiao is certain of that.)
She knows little of politics, but she knows her husband, and she is aware of the defenses he is gathering even now against the loss of warmth, the betrayal of a deep understanding. Xiao Qiao cups his hands, holding them close to her heart.
"Can we give him a gift?" she asks. "A horse, perhaps." An acknowledgment, she doesn't say, of everything they might have been; a hope against everything they might become.
Zhou Yu looks up and smiles. "Of course," he says, and Xiao Qiao looks into his eyes to see her own quiet dream reflected back at her.
Okay, retreating to my word docs! Hopefully I can finish at least one of them. :S
stephiepenguin did a great job compiling these, and I plan to devour everything today.Still so groggy, omg. I have been failing to kickstart my brain into writing (well, what I'm supposed to be writing, at least) for the past four days, but thanks to the power of the collective awesome over at
dhobikikutti's, I did come up with this:Untitled
Fandom: Red Cliff
Rating: G
Summary/notes: First attempt! Written for
troisroyaumes's request; reposted from here. Vague spoilers for parts I and II- I watched the full-length version, not the cut one. *g*Meng Meng is nearly grown now, and Xiao Qiao and Zhou Yu can both be found at the stables more often than not, lingering longer and longer as the summer wears on. Zhou Yu doesn't speak of it, but she recognizes the tense anticipation in his arms around her at night, mingled joy and foreboding in the set of his mouth, the furrow in his brow that appears only when no one else is watching.
Her husband's public face is as impassive as ever, but Xiao Qiao knows that Zhuge Liang- Kong Ming- would have noticed it anyway, if he were here.
If he were here.
(In another world, in a time of peace, perhaps he would be: an ally or even a fellow servant of their lord Sun Quan, his genius channeled solely into poetry or music rather than military strategy. Perhaps the friendship between Kong Ming and her husband would be cultivated and allowed to flourish, unshadowed by battle and blood and the uncertain future. It will never happen in this life, though; Xiao Qiao is certain of that.)
She knows little of politics, but she knows her husband, and she is aware of the defenses he is gathering even now against the loss of warmth, the betrayal of a deep understanding. Xiao Qiao cups his hands, holding them close to her heart.
"Can we give him a gift?" she asks. "A horse, perhaps." An acknowledgment, she doesn't say, of everything they might have been; a hope against everything they might become.
Zhou Yu looks up and smiles. "Of course," he says, and Xiao Qiao looks into his eyes to see her own quiet dream reflected back at her.
Okay, retreating to my word docs! Hopefully I can finish at least one of them. :S