It is past midnight where I am. Tomorrow we go on a journey
"I want to kill the crows of the Three Thousand Worlds, and sleep with you into the morning."
Lets rage against the dawning of the day, banish the crow that brings the morning's rays and takes you from your place at my side. Lets achieve eternal night and allow the lovers to be together eternally.
Wait.. wait a minute. Something someone said on a different platform - did Xiang Liu erase her memories of him saving her in the shell too? Did I miss this? How many memories has he taken away?
Are you a writer? Your posts are always so poetic and beautiful!"Xiang Liu was never born, he never livedand he's…
No, I'm not a writer. An aspect of him speaks to me very clearly. He knows he's not a person - not of the proper. He doesn't have a life to begin with, neither does his foster father, so dying is truly nothing. His only connection is Xiao Yao, sadly this connection is also profound, to a point where neither can speak it, least someone would know.
Somebody being Jing, who of course is probably the smartest amongst them, giving XL a run for his brilliance - Jing knows. Jing knows very well, which is why he chooses to align with old 9 heads when it comes to the safety of the one who matters. Jing knows exactly their connection, because he's creeped on them often enough and witnessed some terribly intimate moments. Jing goes in to this ever after with her, knowing fully well the whole heart is not his, he's OK with that. He knows that nothing old 9 heads could possibly say, could possibly sever THAT THING between them completely.
Rise of Phoenixes - omg why! Goodbye, My Princess - huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Lost You Forever - huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Rainless Love In A Godless Land - omg no way! Meet Joe Black - I really feel like this is a XY/XL type of situation, she ends up with a Jing in the end and that's OK in that universe too, even if not perfection. One and Only - why oh why did you write it like this???!!!
I'm trying to remember more. More recs, please! I like angst with my coffee.
True sacrifice is never spoken out loud, it is not self serving. Was I ever really here? Did I ever really live?
It seems as Xiang Liu never was - he never existed in the first place. He hatched alone from an egg, nothing to say that he ever was born at all. Brutalised his entire existence, killing to live, camouflaging to survive. Xiang Liu was never born, he never lived and he's about to die.
I fear tomorrow, I go to rest in trepidation. Everything he's done thus far is to lessen the blow of his passing. Every horrid word. So that when his soul leaves this plane, she won't grieve.
It leaves a sick feeling that he may very well have been successful. I wholly appreciate the CRAFTING of this horrifying plan, the execution is very, very near flawless - but how could I possibly WANT this.
But as with other horror visited upon others - if they deserve, then we will bear witness. So the only comfort now is to be the WITNESS.
'There once was this evil 9 headed demon', tasteless lanterns depicting his final defeat. How vomit inducing - can you imagine the horror for Chi Chen's loved ones and his people. Xiang Liu goes in to his ever after knowing his legacy will be just that. A tasteless lantern, on some dirty side street.
Ideally it would have been great if existence of XY could bridge the gap between two countries. XY was daughter…
Ironically 9 heads and his father are carrying on for the soldiers - for what they lost and sacrificed. If they could have just continued as they are indefinitely, until the last one died of old age, that would have been one solution. Grandpa Chenrong was always sneakily supplying them anyway when he could., even though superficially he submitted to CX. If they ever were to assimilate with the rest of Chenrong, it needed to have happened when the rest assimilated - but remember, these remnants are the REBEL remnants of Chenrong, those who REFUSED. The direct men under, affiliated with XY's dad. I feel XL is also on a destructive path now, because IF he lived he would have to live with the result of his actions, see her have children, grandchildren and I think for him a swift death.. by this point.. is a kindness.
Didn't know the had hardcore CX fans lol talking bout TSJ being a low level being like I'm dying. I always laugh…
It's weird to call him a low level being on the conditions some people are talking about. He has the ability, the knowledge and bore witness to enough as to be able to 'clear the air' for many and disspell misunderstandings - but he doesn't. He's not incompetent, he's calculative and manipulative. It's not cute, not innocent, or 'a soul left uncorrupted in spite of' or a 'low level being'.
Granddad is willing to look away due to XY's wishes. XY is always willing to turn the other way - unless absolutely impossible. CX is scary, TSJ is scarier. They both put on this puppy act.
People keep saying that XL didn't love XY enough to give up the army. Delving deeper into his character, XL might…
She gave him the chance time and time again, I've forgotten how many openings she gave XL/FFB to take her hand. It was even in the orb she made him, the hand was outstretch and reaching for his.
When she is with him, she wobbles his resolve, luckily he has 9 heads certainly a few are level headed, even Nihilists who will keep him steering this boat in his chosen direction.
I truly believe when he's forcing her to admit her wants - the question she resists to her core - who would you willingly spend your life with! is him. The true heart is too fragile - it's a glass flower suspended in the air, a gust of the winds of truth would cause it to tumble down.
He was always going to die, author made him a General of a defeated nation. Especially in ancient times there is expectations of a final battle, and a General always goes down in the final battle to the last man. He genuinely believed after knowing her, that it would be absolute least harm, doing the least damage to give her a 'happy ever after'. That is not with a monstrous Chenrong General who is destined to die with his men. Army politics are as such - there are nations willing to assimilate and maybe Chenrong rebel army should have done so all those years ago, but as of the current, the rebel army has lost TOO MUCH, too many and will not, cannot stop now. Too many souls lost.
Just like XY's mother and father could not stop - too many souls.
Had he known much earlier who she truly was, her true lineage and how painful the road would be, he said recently ''Had I known!'' - yes had he known, maybe a 'happy ever after', maybe a lifetime of love (parental saga) can be lived in moments in-between - maybe you can love enough for a lifetime inside the breath of a true honest moment together.
They never live in a true, honest moment together. They never speak the dark secret.
You wobble me - you make me question my choices You make me question EVERYTHING
Ancestral knowledge - a grief so profound it echoes , passed down through spirals twisting and turning, a part of our building blocks.
Only death brings on the epiphany, this is not your grief- it did not begin with you and it will not end with you. This is a pain that has flowed like a river of torment through the ages, since man began.
The grief of death - of meeting no longer.
(below, excerpts from a poem by Gina Puorro)
He looked so familiar and smelled like earth and memory. He felt like a place both faraway and deep within my body A place that whispers to me on the crisp autumn breeze along the liminal edges of dusk and dawn somewhere between dancing and stillness. He looked at me with the endless night sky in his eyes and asked ‘Did you live your life, my love?’ As I swirled my wine in its glass I wondered If I understood the thread I wove into the greater fabric If I loved in a way that was deep and freeing If I let pain and grief carve me into something more grateful If I made enough space to be in awe that flowers exist and take the time to watch the honeybees drink their sweet nectar I wondered what the riddles of regret and longing had taught me and if I realized just how beautiful and insignificant and monstrous and small we are for the brief moment that we are here before we all melt back down into ancestors of the land.
So I slipped my hand into his as he slowly walked me home. I took a deep breath as he leaned in close for the long kiss goodnight and I felt a soft laugh leave my lips as his mouth met mine because I never could resist a man with the lust for my soul in his eyes and a kiss that makes my heart stop.
I cried.I read the novel beforehand so I should already be prepared right? But no... it's even more painful seeing…
There will be lots of snots, I bring kitchen towel paper. I thought of snacks, but I won't be eating nothing, no way. Maybe wine -_- Put my cooling ace mask in the fridge to prepare and I have a bottle of cooling spray here.
what does XL mean by dying in the battlefield is the best ending for a general
It's how soldiers are trained. There will always be a final battle where the General goes down with his men - fight to the last man. This is far less common in modern warfare, but it was even expected once upon a time.
The harm is it makes XY grieve, regret, perhaps even kill herself or ruin her relationship with Jing. It would…
Intellectually I of course know this.
It's honestly a particularly heinous thing he is putting himself through.
You start thinking of the many millions of people who've come and gone, who died, who left this world in complete injustice and with only heart for others and none for themselves. There's pain and guilt as the audience, the pain of the all knowing, the curse of the Oracle. Thankfully this is just fiction, nobody is driven insane by the burden of all knowing.
Tomorrow we go on a journey
"I want to kill the crows of the Three Thousand Worlds, and sleep with you into the morning."
Lets rage against the dawning of the day,
banish the crow that brings the morning's rays and takes you from your place at my side.
Lets achieve eternal night and allow the lovers to be together eternally.
ughhh nah, not prepared
Something someone said on a different platform - did Xiang Liu erase her memories of him saving her in the shell too? Did I miss this?
How many memories has he taken away?
He knows he's not a person - not of the proper.
He doesn't have a life to begin with, neither does his foster father, so dying is truly nothing.
His only connection is Xiao Yao, sadly this connection is also profound, to a point where neither can speak it, least someone would know.
Somebody being Jing, who of course is probably the smartest amongst them, giving XL a run for his brilliance - Jing knows.
Jing knows very well, which is why he chooses to align with old 9 heads when it comes to the safety of the one who matters.
Jing knows exactly their connection, because he's creeped on them often enough and witnessed some terribly intimate moments.
Jing goes in to this ever after with her, knowing fully well the whole heart is not his, he's OK with that.
He knows that nothing old 9 heads could possibly say, could possibly sever THAT THING between them completely.
Poor everyone really.
Rise of Phoenixes - omg why!
Goodbye, My Princess - huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Lost You Forever - huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Rainless Love In A Godless Land - omg no way!
Meet Joe Black - I really feel like this is a XY/XL type of situation, she ends up with a Jing in the end and that's OK in that universe too, even if not perfection.
One and Only - why oh why did you write it like this???!!!
I'm trying to remember more. More recs, please!
I like angst with my coffee.
Was I ever really here? Did I ever really live?
It seems as Xiang Liu never was - he never existed in the first place.
He hatched alone from an egg, nothing to say that he ever was born at all.
Brutalised his entire existence, killing to live, camouflaging to survive.
Xiang Liu was never born, he never lived
and he's about to die.
I fear tomorrow, I go to rest in trepidation.
Everything he's done thus far is to lessen the blow of his passing.
Every horrid word.
So that when his soul leaves this plane, she won't grieve.
It leaves a sick feeling that he may very well have been successful.
I wholly appreciate the CRAFTING of this horrifying plan, the execution is very, very near flawless - but how could I possibly WANT this.
But as with other horror visited upon others - if they deserve, then we will bear witness.
So the only comfort now is to be the WITNESS.
'There once was this evil 9 headed demon', tasteless lanterns depicting his final defeat.
How vomit inducing - can you imagine the horror for Chi Chen's loved ones and his people.
Xiang Liu goes in to his ever after knowing his legacy will be just that.
A tasteless lantern, on some dirty side street.
If they ever were to assimilate with the rest of Chenrong, it needed to have happened when the rest assimilated - but remember, these remnants are the REBEL remnants of Chenrong, those who REFUSED.
The direct men under, affiliated with XY's dad.
I feel XL is also on a destructive path now, because IF he lived he would have to live with the result of his actions, see her have children, grandchildren and I think for him a swift death.. by this point.. is a kindness.
Yes, sir.
YES, SIR.
Never what's right in front of you.
If it's too scary she NOPES the hell out of there.
Everything REAL with XL
CX very OBVIOUS obsession with her
*XY fumbles in fog*
I CANNOT SEE, I FORGOT MY GLASSES AT HOME
He has the ability, the knowledge and bore witness to enough as to be able to 'clear the air' for many and disspell misunderstandings - but he doesn't.
He's not incompetent, he's calculative and manipulative.
It's not cute, not innocent, or 'a soul left uncorrupted in spite of' or a 'low level being'.
Granddad is willing to look away due to XY's wishes.
XY is always willing to turn the other way - unless absolutely impossible.
CX is scary, TSJ is scarier.
They both put on this puppy act.
When she is with him, she wobbles his resolve, luckily he has 9 heads certainly a few are level headed, even Nihilists who will keep him steering this boat in his chosen direction.
I truly believe when he's forcing her to admit her wants - the question she resists to her core - who would you willingly spend your life with! is him.
The true heart is too fragile - it's a glass flower suspended in the air, a gust of the winds of truth would cause it to tumble down.
He was always going to die, author made him a General of a defeated nation. Especially in ancient times there is expectations of a final battle, and a General always goes down in the final battle to the last man.
He genuinely believed after knowing her, that it would be absolute least harm, doing the least damage to give her a 'happy ever after'. That is not with a monstrous Chenrong General who is destined to die with his men.
Army politics are as such - there are nations willing to assimilate and maybe Chenrong rebel army should have done so all those years ago, but as of the current, the rebel army has lost TOO MUCH, too many and will not, cannot stop now.
Too many souls lost.
Just like XY's mother and father could not stop - too many souls.
Had he known much earlier who she truly was, her true lineage and how painful the road would be, he said recently ''Had I known!'' - yes had he known, maybe a 'happy ever after', maybe a lifetime of love (parental saga) can be lived in moments in-between - maybe you can love enough for a lifetime inside the breath of a true honest moment together.
They never live in a true, honest moment together.
They never speak the dark secret.
You wobble me - you make me question my choices
You make me question EVERYTHING
Ancestral knowledge - a grief so profound it echoes , passed down through spirals twisting and turning, a part of our building blocks.
Only death brings on the epiphany, this is not your grief- it did not begin with you and it will not end with you.
This is a pain that has flowed like a river of torment through the ages, since man began.
The grief of death - of meeting no longer.
(below, excerpts from a poem by Gina Puorro)
He looked so familiar
and smelled like earth and memory.
He felt like a place both faraway
and deep within my body
A place that whispers to me
on the crisp autumn breeze
along the liminal edges of dusk and dawn
somewhere between dancing
and stillness.
He looked at me
with the endless night sky in his eyes
and asked
‘Did you live your life, my love?’
As I swirled my wine in its glass
I wondered If I understood the thread I wove into the greater fabric
If I loved in a way that was deep and freeing
If I let pain and grief carve me into something more grateful
If I made enough space to be in awe that flowers exist
and take the time to watch the honeybees
drink their sweet nectar
I wondered what the riddles of regret and longing
had taught me
and if I realized just how
beautiful and insignificant and monstrous and small we are
for the brief moment that we are here
before we all melt back down
into ancestors of the land.
So I slipped my hand into his
as he slowly walked me home.
I took a deep breath as he leaned in close
for the long kiss goodnight
and I felt a soft laugh leave my lips
as his mouth met mine
because I never could resist a man
with the lust for my soul in his eyes
and a kiss that makes my heart stop.
I am not prepared.
Maybe wine -_-
Put my cooling ace mask in the fridge to prepare and I have a bottle of cooling spray here.
Monday will be here too soon,
I stand here unsure of myself, apprehensive.
I will never be ready.
It's honestly a particularly heinous thing he is putting himself through.
You start thinking of the many millions of people who've come and gone, who died, who left this world in complete injustice and with only heart for others and none for themselves.
There's pain and guilt as the audience, the pain of the all knowing,
the curse of the Oracle.
Thankfully this is just fiction, nobody is driven insane by the burden of all knowing.