[ well, isn't that a funny question. hua cheng considers it, then shakes his head slightly; his expression remains fairly placid, but if she looks closely there's a hint of something more solemn at the corner of his eye. ]
Friends... [ he doesn't really have those. not back home, anyway—when he was a ghost fire he lacked the corporeality for it, and then when he became a malicious ghost his time was dedicated to keeping xie lian from self-destructing utterly into his own madness. it was only when he became a supreme that he had the capacity at all, but then he became the ruler of ghost city, became a calamity with a reputation for terrible violence, and who wants to befriend a creature like that? ] Black Water calls me Crimson Rain. From my title, Crimson Rain Sought Flower.
[ he shrugs again. ]
I didn't have friends, at home. And those friends I've made here call me Hua Cheng.
[ Didn't have friends at home – for reasons Hua Cheng is already privy to, Nami gets it. Maybe that's why there's an easiness to getting along with him, her reputation wasn't for terrible violence, but it was still pretty terrible, and her world's hard enough that she doesn't doubt what he's capable of, or the things he'd do for his other half. ]
Gongzi or Chengzu? I like the second one, and I can't call you Crimson Rain Sought Flower, you're already a mouthful, remember?
[ She'd said a lot of rambling, heated things while his fingers fucked her beneath one of the casino's card tables during their night of derailed gambling, but she can recall poking fun at him back then, all while coming undone without their fellow players catching on.
Glancing back down at her sketchbook, she realizes she's abandoned her drawing and sighs at herself as the thought of all she revealed today rolls back around in her mind. There are a few strokes of her pencil that follow the thought, finishing up the drawing in an effort to tamp down those thoughts before she turns the book around for him to see. ]
I'm going to add more detail to this one later, I think.
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Friends... [ he doesn't really have those. not back home, anyway—when he was a ghost fire he lacked the corporeality for it, and then when he became a malicious ghost his time was dedicated to keeping xie lian from self-destructing utterly into his own madness. it was only when he became a supreme that he had the capacity at all, but then he became the ruler of ghost city, became a calamity with a reputation for terrible violence, and who wants to befriend a creature like that? ] Black Water calls me Crimson Rain. From my title, Crimson Rain Sought Flower.
[ he shrugs again. ]
I didn't have friends, at home. And those friends I've made here call me Hua Cheng.
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Gongzi or Chengzu? I like the second one, and I can't call you Crimson Rain Sought Flower, you're already a mouthful, remember?
[ She'd said a lot of rambling, heated things while his fingers fucked her beneath one of the casino's card tables during their night of derailed gambling, but she can recall poking fun at him back then, all while coming undone without their fellow players catching on.
Glancing back down at her sketchbook, she realizes she's abandoned her drawing and sighs at herself as the thought of all she revealed today rolls back around in her mind. There are a few strokes of her pencil that follow the thought, finishing up the drawing in an effort to tamp down those thoughts before she turns the book around for him to see. ]
I'm going to add more detail to this one later, I think.