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[#212] Hopeful Exit (Quánzhí Gāoshǒu | The King's Avatar)
Theme Prompt: #212 – Hope
Title: Hopeful exit
Fandom: Quánzhí Gāoshǒu (The King's Avatar)
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 401
Summary: Ye Xiu is hopeful, not naive. He knows how to tell the difference.
Ye Xiu didn’t like to think about it as naiveté, what he felt for Excellent Era. Instead he liked to call it hope.
He could admit that it had been both hope and youthful naiveté that had propelled him in the very beginnings. He was flying on air, back then, fully supported by his burgeoning team, one made of scrap pickers and people sharing their passion for the games. Muqiu and Mucheng had materialized the hope he’d had for a life of freedom he hadn’t truly envisioned until he'd met them, one where the harshness of running away met the truth of life in a pandemonium of colours. That hope hadn’t dimmed when Muqiu had died. Instead it had changed flavour, becoming more fervent (more hopeless almost?) in his desperation to accomplish the dream they’d both dreamed of.
It was hope that had carried him as his team changed around him, former members leaving for new horizons and new ones coming in for new adventures.
It was hope, not naiveté, that let him try and try again to keep his fraying team together, despite the management, despite the members, despite the doubts, despite the worries. It was hope that let him think he had a chance to save Excellent Era even though they didn’t want to be, not by him, not with him.
And now, as he looked at the sun rising from his counter at Chen Guo’s café, as he watched it illuminate the Excellent Era that had so callously thrown him away. More than the bitterness, he still felt that hope. Not hope that Excellent Era would welcome him home, for he knew it couldn’t be, wouldn’t be with the way things had turned out. But he felt hope that the New Excellent Era would rise again. Become the symbol it had ceased to be, until he could look at it once again with pride, so Muqiu’s vision could remain even if Ye Xiu could no longer be part of it.
He tore his eyes away from the rising sun, from his former home, when Tang Rou came in, always the early bird. He had a new home to take care of now, a new team to instill hope into. And for all that he loved his former team, his responsibility was to his current one now and he wouldn’t let them down.
Not if he could help it.
Title: Hopeful exit
Fandom: Quánzhí Gāoshǒu (The King's Avatar)
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 401
Summary: Ye Xiu is hopeful, not naive. He knows how to tell the difference.
Ye Xiu didn’t like to think about it as naiveté, what he felt for Excellent Era. Instead he liked to call it hope.
He could admit that it had been both hope and youthful naiveté that had propelled him in the very beginnings. He was flying on air, back then, fully supported by his burgeoning team, one made of scrap pickers and people sharing their passion for the games. Muqiu and Mucheng had materialized the hope he’d had for a life of freedom he hadn’t truly envisioned until he'd met them, one where the harshness of running away met the truth of life in a pandemonium of colours. That hope hadn’t dimmed when Muqiu had died. Instead it had changed flavour, becoming more fervent (more hopeless almost?) in his desperation to accomplish the dream they’d both dreamed of.
It was hope that had carried him as his team changed around him, former members leaving for new horizons and new ones coming in for new adventures.
It was hope, not naiveté, that let him try and try again to keep his fraying team together, despite the management, despite the members, despite the doubts, despite the worries. It was hope that let him think he had a chance to save Excellent Era even though they didn’t want to be, not by him, not with him.
And now, as he looked at the sun rising from his counter at Chen Guo’s café, as he watched it illuminate the Excellent Era that had so callously thrown him away. More than the bitterness, he still felt that hope. Not hope that Excellent Era would welcome him home, for he knew it couldn’t be, wouldn’t be with the way things had turned out. But he felt hope that the New Excellent Era would rise again. Become the symbol it had ceased to be, until he could look at it once again with pride, so Muqiu’s vision could remain even if Ye Xiu could no longer be part of it.
He tore his eyes away from the rising sun, from his former home, when Tang Rou came in, always the early bird. He had a new home to take care of now, a new team to instill hope into. And for all that he loved his former team, his responsibility was to his current one now and he wouldn’t let them down.
Not if he could help it.
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