37/50: objection, your face!
Title: Objection, Your Face! (37: the way i see it)
Characters: Pang Tong, Lu Su lol~ \o/ generics!
Rating: G; 500w+1pic.
Notes: Silkworms, hayfever and photosynthesis. Lu Su was said to have admired Pang Tong greatly? And he was adorable in Red Cliff, so. ♥ *picks on him* Texture from Miss M.
Pang Tong liked the simple things in life: an amusing scroll (though interesting would also do), a warm fur or blanket to curl under, and a little patch of sunlight to call his own.
Sometime after the day's first meal, he could often be found curled up in said sun with said scroll, knees under him and elbows on the ground, his chin resting in one palm or the other. A diplomatic mission to Wu didn't change this routine any.
The attendants, amused, watched him inch his way forward as the hours passed in order to keep the sun on his back and his scroll in the migrating shade of a thick pillar.
He resembled a round, hairy bug (a silkworm maybe), though nobody said anything because Pang Tong's answer to such things was invariably laughter and, 'Just like your face, wouldn't you say?' (He never claimed to be elegant.)
This was how Lu Su found him one early afternoon.
"Master Pang!" Lu Su greeted, but then stopped. "Would you not like a table?"
Pang Tong tilted his head and rolled onto his side. "Ah~ Lu Zijing. How do you fare?"
"I am well," Lu Su smiled, seating himself beside Pang Tong's pillar. "And you still with that mask, I see?"
"The south-east is an allergen," Pang Tong said deliberately through his nose. He rolled onto his back and looked up at Lu Su before closing his eyes. "But otherwise, I am well."
Lu Su shook his head. "Would that I could cure hayfever."
"You'd be a very rich man indeed," Pang Tong observed. "But a physician you are not, and regardless the ladies love a mask. It adds to the enigma, you see."
"I see…" Lu Su said, though he didn't really. Wu wasn't much a state for the subtle mystery. At all. "Is, ah. There anything else you might like then, Master Pang?" he asked. "Food, perhaps, or some wine?"
"No, it's okay." Languidly, Pang Tong lifted the hem of his casual green robe. "The Lady Yue Ying created us this designer range of photosynthetic fabrics, you see. It's the most economical way to keep the peasants fed."
"I'm… not sure I understand," Lu Su said.
Pang Tong cracked an eye open against the sun and smiled beneath his mask. "Is it you that I may help then, Lu Zijing? Are you here for any reason in particular?"
Lu Su shook his head. "None, Master Pang. I hope I haven't bothered you..."
"Hm," Pang Tong said. "Not irrevocably." Wriggling a little, he shuffled back enough to rest his head in Lu Su's lap. "You can stay."
Lu Su's thighs were tense for a good long while but eventually relaxed into an acceptably soft pillow. Pang Tong laced his fingers comfortably over his stomach, content.
"…you are inexplicable," Lu Su sighed at length, brushing a gentle hand over Pang Tong's fur cap. "An enigma indeed."
Pang Tong chuckled softly. "Just~ like your face, wouldn't you say?"
Characters: Pang Tong, Lu Su lol~ \o/ generics!
Rating: G; 500w+1pic.
Notes: Silkworms, hayfever and photosynthesis. Lu Su was said to have admired Pang Tong greatly? And he was adorable in Red Cliff, so. ♥ *picks on him* Texture from Miss M.
Pang Tong liked the simple things in life: an amusing scroll (though interesting would also do), a warm fur or blanket to curl under, and a little patch of sunlight to call his own.
Sometime after the day's first meal, he could often be found curled up in said sun with said scroll, knees under him and elbows on the ground, his chin resting in one palm or the other. A diplomatic mission to Wu didn't change this routine any.
The attendants, amused, watched him inch his way forward as the hours passed in order to keep the sun on his back and his scroll in the migrating shade of a thick pillar.
He resembled a round, hairy bug (a silkworm maybe), though nobody said anything because Pang Tong's answer to such things was invariably laughter and, 'Just like your face, wouldn't you say?' (He never claimed to be elegant.)
This was how Lu Su found him one early afternoon.
"Master Pang!" Lu Su greeted, but then stopped. "Would you not like a table?"
Pang Tong tilted his head and rolled onto his side. "Ah~ Lu Zijing. How do you fare?"
"I am well," Lu Su smiled, seating himself beside Pang Tong's pillar. "And you still with that mask, I see?"
"The south-east is an allergen," Pang Tong said deliberately through his nose. He rolled onto his back and looked up at Lu Su before closing his eyes. "But otherwise, I am well."
Lu Su shook his head. "Would that I could cure hayfever."
"You'd be a very rich man indeed," Pang Tong observed. "But a physician you are not, and regardless the ladies love a mask. It adds to the enigma, you see."
"I see…" Lu Su said, though he didn't really. Wu wasn't much a state for the subtle mystery. At all. "Is, ah. There anything else you might like then, Master Pang?" he asked. "Food, perhaps, or some wine?"
"No, it's okay." Languidly, Pang Tong lifted the hem of his casual green robe. "The Lady Yue Ying created us this designer range of photosynthetic fabrics, you see. It's the most economical way to keep the peasants fed."
"I'm… not sure I understand," Lu Su said.
Pang Tong cracked an eye open against the sun and smiled beneath his mask. "Is it you that I may help then, Lu Zijing? Are you here for any reason in particular?"
Lu Su shook his head. "None, Master Pang. I hope I haven't bothered you..."
"Hm," Pang Tong said. "Not irrevocably." Wriggling a little, he shuffled back enough to rest his head in Lu Su's lap. "You can stay."
Lu Su's thighs were tense for a good long while but eventually relaxed into an acceptably soft pillow. Pang Tong laced his fingers comfortably over his stomach, content.
"…you are inexplicable," Lu Su sighed at length, brushing a gentle hand over Pang Tong's fur cap. "An enigma indeed."
Pang Tong chuckled softly. "Just~ like your face, wouldn't you say?"