intro+wu ficlet ♥
Name: bucky~
Allegiance: Wu ♥
Favourite Character(s): Lu Xun ←one-track mind. :DD Lü Meng is also awesome though, as is Ling Tong and Gan Ning.
Favourite Pairing(s): Lü Meng/Lu Xun, Ling Tong/Gan Ning, or really any combination of the four. xD With Sun Quan on the side. And Sun Ce, and Zhou Yu. And... yeah. ♥
Favourite Game: DW6? It's pretty, and I'm a total sucker for the pretty. :'D *currently playing it through with a friend* (I have DW5 and Orochi myself, but have completed neither because I am bad at videogames and my PS2 only displays in black and white these days, making musou mode Not For Dummies. xD But then, that is what youtubeing cutscenes is for. :DD)
Whatever Else: I draw and fic with varying degrees of success. :D And am new to the whole Three Kingdoms thing at large, but it is so big and fun-looking... 8D Pleased to meet you and such! I bring an offering.
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Title: Early Days Yet (30: perhaps)
Characters: Lu Xun, Lü Meng
Rating: G; 700w
Notes: Using the umlaut over Lü Meng's name feels pretentious as, but ahaha. His wiki has it, and it stops me from calling them LuLu in my head. :D; Anyway. DW6!verse, mixing it with the books.
Lu Xun sat cross-legged, comfortably contained atop his seat: a small, square lily-pad on the floor amid a sea of scrolls and shelves whipped together with strips of tanned leather. He read as he waited, ever patient, though full of a boyish anticipation under the surface. One ear attentive. His mentor had promised a visit today.
Lü Meng arrived in good time and Lu Xun quickly stood to greet him in the doorway with a clasped-fist bow, smiling brilliantly. "Master! Welcome back. Have you eaten? Are you tired? I've made tea…"
"Sit, Lu Xun, please," Lü Meng laughed, letting the partitioning curtain fall closed behind him. "It tires me out just seeing your energy."
"You're lucky Gan Ning wasn't present to hear that!" Lu Xun remarked as Lü Meng eased himself down across the way and stretched his limbs out. Seeing his mentor comfortable, Lu Xun also retook his own seat with aplomb, and rolled up his readings.
"Sometimes I do feel I'm getting too old for all this campaigning," Lü Meng admitted. They were master and student, but also good enough friends after all-and Gan Ning wasn't present.
Lu Xun grinned, setting aside his scroll and nudging a cup of tea over the low table between them. "You worry me at times, Master. How do you ride off to war if you can't even sit without creaking? Your horse will throw you in protest one day."
"Little do you know," Lü Meng told him, though with a smile of his own as he accepted the cup, "it's war that makes me creak."
Lu Xun stilled then, and regarded Lü Meng with thoughtful eyes: he had to admit, he didn't know. He'd never seen battle yet. Never felt the hands of death or tasted bloodshed. Not directly.
He had been a minor official in the south-east prior, a post he'd received due to the prestige of the Lu family name, and Lü Meng had scouted him thence. Pacifying the coastal tribes of Yue and such. Still, Lu Xun had yet to prove himself beyond those minor barbarian conflicts, and mere war theory.
His theories were sound-that he knew, and knew that Lü Meng knew also-but he had not yet learned enough to be of true value to Wu, and meanwhile a lifetime of battles and tight defences had weathered his mentor to the eye. Lü Meng's skin was tanned and craggy, his hands calloused, and even his clothes a less vibrant shade of red. Slowly approaching thirty, the general looked simply as he was: knowledgeable beyond his years. By contrast Lu Xun was still bright, baby-faced and sprightly; a scholar first, a tactician-in-training second. A warrior not at all.
But he would be, one day. He would become an able fighter, a learned intellectual, and a valuable strategist. Just like Lü Meng, for the Kingdom of Wu. One day.
With sharp eyes, Lu Xun watched his mentor savour for a moment the tea's delicate aroma and the cup's warmth in his hands before drinking. All seemed well enough at present: Lü Meng moved no more stiffly than when Lu Xun had seen him last.
However, no less stiffly either.
Time was, as ever, the most indomitable adversary. Lu Xun had twelve years before he himself reached Lü Meng's current age, by which time his mentor would be in the prime of his wisdom. Lu Xun could only hope to learn enough in all fields to match him by then.
It was perhaps possible. Where Lü Meng had begun his life's journey from the warrior's path, Lu Xun would simply have started on the scholar's. And since fields were rarely attributed with mutual exclusion, and all paths frequently crossed...
Lü Meng smiled behind the rim of his cup. "Are you satisfied with your analyses, Lu Xun?"
"For now, Master," Lu Xun smiled back and allowed his thoughts to relax. "You haven't changed."
"For better or worse, I am still holding together," Lü Meng chuckled, and set the empty cup down. "Heaven willing, it will remain so for at least a little longer."
"May the gods smile," Lu Xun agreed. He had a lot to learn yet.
"As ever."
Allegiance: Wu ♥
Favourite Character(s): Lu Xun ←one-track mind. :DD Lü Meng is also awesome though, as is Ling Tong and Gan Ning.
Favourite Pairing(s): Lü Meng/Lu Xun, Ling Tong/Gan Ning, or really any combination of the four. xD With Sun Quan on the side. And Sun Ce, and Zhou Yu. And... yeah. ♥
Favourite Game: DW6? It's pretty, and I'm a total sucker for the pretty. :'D *currently playing it through with a friend* (I have DW5 and Orochi myself, but have completed neither because I am bad at videogames and my PS2 only displays in black and white these days, making musou mode Not For Dummies. xD But then, that is what youtubeing cutscenes is for. :DD)
Whatever Else: I draw and fic with varying degrees of success. :D And am new to the whole Three Kingdoms thing at large, but it is so big and fun-looking... 8D Pleased to meet you and such! I bring an offering.
※
Title: Early Days Yet (30: perhaps)
Characters: Lu Xun, Lü Meng
Rating: G; 700w
Notes: Using the umlaut over Lü Meng's name feels pretentious as, but ahaha. His wiki has it, and it stops me from calling them LuLu in my head. :D; Anyway. DW6!verse, mixing it with the books.
Lu Xun sat cross-legged, comfortably contained atop his seat: a small, square lily-pad on the floor amid a sea of scrolls and shelves whipped together with strips of tanned leather. He read as he waited, ever patient, though full of a boyish anticipation under the surface. One ear attentive. His mentor had promised a visit today.
Lü Meng arrived in good time and Lu Xun quickly stood to greet him in the doorway with a clasped-fist bow, smiling brilliantly. "Master! Welcome back. Have you eaten? Are you tired? I've made tea…"
"Sit, Lu Xun, please," Lü Meng laughed, letting the partitioning curtain fall closed behind him. "It tires me out just seeing your energy."
"You're lucky Gan Ning wasn't present to hear that!" Lu Xun remarked as Lü Meng eased himself down across the way and stretched his limbs out. Seeing his mentor comfortable, Lu Xun also retook his own seat with aplomb, and rolled up his readings.
"Sometimes I do feel I'm getting too old for all this campaigning," Lü Meng admitted. They were master and student, but also good enough friends after all-and Gan Ning wasn't present.
Lu Xun grinned, setting aside his scroll and nudging a cup of tea over the low table between them. "You worry me at times, Master. How do you ride off to war if you can't even sit without creaking? Your horse will throw you in protest one day."
"Little do you know," Lü Meng told him, though with a smile of his own as he accepted the cup, "it's war that makes me creak."
Lu Xun stilled then, and regarded Lü Meng with thoughtful eyes: he had to admit, he didn't know. He'd never seen battle yet. Never felt the hands of death or tasted bloodshed. Not directly.
He had been a minor official in the south-east prior, a post he'd received due to the prestige of the Lu family name, and Lü Meng had scouted him thence. Pacifying the coastal tribes of Yue and such. Still, Lu Xun had yet to prove himself beyond those minor barbarian conflicts, and mere war theory.
His theories were sound-that he knew, and knew that Lü Meng knew also-but he had not yet learned enough to be of true value to Wu, and meanwhile a lifetime of battles and tight defences had weathered his mentor to the eye. Lü Meng's skin was tanned and craggy, his hands calloused, and even his clothes a less vibrant shade of red. Slowly approaching thirty, the general looked simply as he was: knowledgeable beyond his years. By contrast Lu Xun was still bright, baby-faced and sprightly; a scholar first, a tactician-in-training second. A warrior not at all.
But he would be, one day. He would become an able fighter, a learned intellectual, and a valuable strategist. Just like Lü Meng, for the Kingdom of Wu. One day.
With sharp eyes, Lu Xun watched his mentor savour for a moment the tea's delicate aroma and the cup's warmth in his hands before drinking. All seemed well enough at present: Lü Meng moved no more stiffly than when Lu Xun had seen him last.
However, no less stiffly either.
Time was, as ever, the most indomitable adversary. Lu Xun had twelve years before he himself reached Lü Meng's current age, by which time his mentor would be in the prime of his wisdom. Lu Xun could only hope to learn enough in all fields to match him by then.
It was perhaps possible. Where Lü Meng had begun his life's journey from the warrior's path, Lu Xun would simply have started on the scholar's. And since fields were rarely attributed with mutual exclusion, and all paths frequently crossed...
Lü Meng smiled behind the rim of his cup. "Are you satisfied with your analyses, Lu Xun?"
"For now, Master," Lu Xun smiled back and allowed his thoughts to relax. "You haven't changed."
"For better or worse, I am still holding together," Lü Meng chuckled, and set the empty cup down. "Heaven willing, it will remain so for at least a little longer."
"May the gods smile," Lu Xun agreed. He had a lot to learn yet.
"As ever."