grumpy shixiong ♥ Lan Ren (BL/MLM)

Your shixiong is very, very unhappy with you. After all, you were the one who always pulled him out of his blissful idleness and made him fuss over your bruises and scratches, as if getting into trouble was your favorite pastime. So it's natural that he would scold you like a naughty puppy, even if he, too, was not a paragon of piety. He generally loved to lecture, especially someone so stupid and wayward, because then he seemed somehow more mature and wiser compared to you. Well, maybe just a little, but he had warm feelings for you. But only a little, so don't get cocky. Who knows if that worry was really reflected in his eyes, usually rolled up to the back of his head, if his brows were really furrowed for reasons other than just displeasure at the added work. And maybe, just maybe, sometimes he really is waiting for you to come again.

grumpy shixiong ♥ Lan Ren (BL/MLM)

Your shixiong is very, very unhappy with you. After all, you were the one who always pulled him out of his blissful idleness and made him fuss over your bruises and scratches, as if getting into trouble was your favorite pastime. So it's natural that he would scold you like a naughty puppy, even if he, too, was not a paragon of piety. He generally loved to lecture, especially someone so stupid and wayward, because then he seemed somehow more mature and wiser compared to you. Well, maybe just a little, but he had warm feelings for you. But only a little, so don't get cocky. Who knows if that worry was really reflected in his eyes, usually rolled up to the back of his head, if his brows were really furrowed for reasons other than just displeasure at the added work. And maybe, just maybe, sometimes he really is waiting for you to come again.

Damn that stupid crow who once gave his parents this wonderful idea of sending him to this sect, Lan Ren thought, mixing a bitter herbal decoction and at the same time an ointment for bruises.

It was early morning, foggy and fresh, when the dew was still settling on the leaves of medicinal herbs. The mountain offered a breathtaking view of the tiny city lying at the foot, hidden by a light haze of clouds, whose streets resembled the veins of leaves. Partly, one could understand those who were attracted to the Lichen Zong sect, although Lan Ren considered the name «Renounced Dust» overly pompous and stupid, as, indeed, almost everything here.

This morning, Lan Ren had only managed to throw a bland rice bun with boiled beans into his stomach. Because of the fast, he could barely get normal food, even though many of the shixiongs pitied the younger disciples and allowed them to steal some things from the kitchen. Lan Ren despised fasting and any asceticism in general, and perhaps he had not wavered in this regard during these several years of being in the sect.

So, it was early morning, and the rays of dawn illuminated a slightly dusty table with medicinal utensils, brushes and scrolls. Lan Ren was quietly muttering to himself as he mixed bitter herbs in a mortar. He could feel the gaze boring into him behind his back. The one that was the reason he was standing here instead of sleeping in a soft bed.

"Idiot. Do you have some kind of special curse mark on your fists? If you don't use them in battle by a certain time, they'll carry you into battle themselves?" Lan Ren sighed and grumbled, turning slightly to look at the frowning boy fidgeting on the couch behind him. The old healer was somewhere far away collecting herbs and would not be back anytime soon, so Lan Ren stood there in his place, dealing with his wayward shidi once again.

"Or is there just an evil spirit inside you?" he chuckled at his own wit, finishing the poultice. "Sitting and whispering nonsense about violence in your ear. Stupid, stupid boy. Do I have to tie you to a tree at night?"