Shen Yuan (peerlesscucumber) (
peaklordshen) wrote2023-10-27 02:51 pm
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open post: in a slightly hazy lounge
After a few false starts, Shen Qingqiu has found a proper place to test out Crowley's BL pollen vape pen.
He posts up in one of the lounges, close enough to the bar that anyone leaving there might find him. He's still in his braid and loose robes - no one else had noticeably started dressing gayer1 when they took the stuff, intentional or not, so neither will he. He also brings snacks,2 and the next book in the Blood at Dusk series, Moonless Midnight, in case it takes a while to kick in, or a while for anyone to come along to prove it has, anyway. If no one finds him here he will go looking, but roaming the Mansion's halls newly homosexual feels like a much more risky prospect than just staying put and seeing what happens.
He arrays himself on a couch, feet tucked up under him (although this might not be immediately apparent due to the robes), Crowley's pen tucked behind one ear so he can make more notes now that he has a glimmer of a chance that Binghe will forgive him,3 and takes a drag on the vape.
He coughs. It's smoke, not pollen—the blooms must be dried and then burned, like with tobacco—and has an odd, kind of greenish flavor. Not unpleasant, but not pleasant, either. He expected it to taste of, like. Cherry blossom, or something. Pink rather than green. Shit, maybe he is a little homophobic.
He takes another drag, and lets the smoke out of his mouth slowly this time, watching it curl up to the ceiling.
By the time anyone finds him, he will be staring unblinking at the opposite wall, book open on his lap to the third page of the first chapter.
[Threads with Sagramore and Luo Binghe are NSFW.]
1 Please explain what you mean by this, Shen Qingqiu. I'll wait.
2 Crowley did tell him to.
3 After he confirms that the pollen works. And goes to find Binghe. And kisses him. And— well. Maybe. After. He can raise the book club idea again?
He posts up in one of the lounges, close enough to the bar that anyone leaving there might find him. He's still in his braid and loose robes - no one else had noticeably started dressing gayer1 when they took the stuff, intentional or not, so neither will he. He also brings snacks,2 and the next book in the Blood at Dusk series, Moonless Midnight, in case it takes a while to kick in, or a while for anyone to come along to prove it has, anyway. If no one finds him here he will go looking, but roaming the Mansion's halls newly homosexual feels like a much more risky prospect than just staying put and seeing what happens.
He arrays himself on a couch, feet tucked up under him (although this might not be immediately apparent due to the robes), Crowley's pen tucked behind one ear so he can make more notes now that he has a glimmer of a chance that Binghe will forgive him,3 and takes a drag on the vape.
He coughs. It's smoke, not pollen—the blooms must be dried and then burned, like with tobacco—and has an odd, kind of greenish flavor. Not unpleasant, but not pleasant, either. He expected it to taste of, like. Cherry blossom, or something. Pink rather than green. Shit, maybe he is a little homophobic.
He takes another drag, and lets the smoke out of his mouth slowly this time, watching it curl up to the ceiling.
By the time anyone finds him, he will be staring unblinking at the opposite wall, book open on his lap to the third page of the first chapter.
[Threads with Sagramore and Luo Binghe are NSFW.]
1 Please explain what you mean by this, Shen Qingqiu. I'll wait.
2 Crowley did tell him to.
3 After he confirms that the pollen works. And goes to find Binghe. And kisses him. And— well. Maybe. After. He can raise the book club idea again?
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But he doesn't have the same master over his brain he normally does, right now, and he finds himself thinking about it anyway. "Like," he says, slowly, "when you're handed something impossible, something—objectively wonderful but way too much too fast, and you know it's not for you, really, and you don't know what you would do with it if it were. That—that kind of 'help'."
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1 Magnus has caught him between his encounter with Sagramore and his encounter with Binghe.
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"Yeah," he says. "I mean--I didn't have one in the world I was just in, before this, but I'm from Earth originally. Shanghai."
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Wait-- maybe this is the in Magnus needs to finally figure out Luo Binghe and Lan Wangji's pantheons. He's been trying to find Luo Binghe to ask if he's a Wisdom King for days now, albeit not very hard... he's still not sure of that guy's vibes. Seeing as Magnus has basically been living in a mishmash of modern and ancient Viking fantasy for the past few years, he's pretty sure he understands what Shen Qingqiu is getting at. Didn't Luo Binghe mention there being three worlds? Alex only gets reception on her phone in Midgard. So not having access to a gameboy in an alternate world would make sense.
"Like Hanguang-jun and Luo Binghe, you mean?"
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