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[#248] shun the light (SVSSS)
Theme Prompt: #248 - Mermaids
Title: shun the light
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 859
Summary: A heatwave sends the Peaks to the coast. Shen Yuan hopes for a moment's peace to read his book. (Note for AU - Shen Yuan is a modern man piloting Shen Qingqiu's body, Shen Qinqiu is a character in a fantasy novel (Proud Immortal Demon Way) who is displaced into his reflection.)
A shriek splits the trembling air, salt-brined and heavy with heat. Shen Yuan shades his eyes with his book, frowning down at the collection of students closer to the water. No blood, at least, as one of the students from Bai Zhan peak plucks another student from their shoulders and throws them into the spray.
“Shameless,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, his words nearly lost beneath the crash of the waves, the answering shriek of the birds wheeling overhead. Scavengers, most likely, nameless but added in because it’s the sea side, there’s going to be birds.
Shen Yuan flips the page of his book, his gaze caught instead by the reflection of the Peak Lord next to him. It’s a minor array, originally intended to provide a mirrored shield during combat, but Shen Yuan had refined it, lowered the height and curved the wall more. It functioned well enough to keep prying eyes from looking over Shen Yuan’s shoulders and allowed him to keep two pairs of eyes on his students huddled further down the beach. Shen Qingqiu raps the back of his hand against the partition between them, pointing to the book when Shen Yuan’s gaze snaps to him. They’re both flushed from the heat but, somehow, Shen Qingqiu wears it better, his cheeks flushed a pale pink where Shen Yuan feels like he is melting into a gross sweaty heap. Their hair is pinned up, loose tresses twisted on top of themselves to try and assuage the sudden unrelenting heat, and their robes are thinner, lighter in colour, but still covering them from head to toe. Shen Yuan won’t suggest anything different.
“Turn it back.”
“Oh?” Shen Yuan opens his fan with a flick, a waft of sticky air drifting over his skin. “What was that?”
“Demon.” Shen Qingqiu mimics his motion far more elegantly and peers over the edge of his fan. His green eyes seem to steal the colour from the ocean, borrowing crystalline hues as he stares at Shen Yuan. “Why does Wen Kexing care so much about the opinion of Zhou Zishu ? There’s little benefit to it. So, turn back the page.”
So much for ‘meaningless drivel masquerading as art’. Shen Yuan turns the page back and holds it flat against the sand.
The cove is secluded, maybe half a day's travel by coach around the base of the mountain and entirely illogical in location and climate. The only native wildlife are an assortment of small aquatic humanoids that cluster in chittering swarms in the shallows. Shen Yuan tips his gaze upwards over Shen Qingqiu’s head to study their students. They’re all similarly dressed, a pale flock trailing their fingers through the cool water of a rock pool and laughing as the mermaids chase their fingertips, and Luo Binghe lifts his head as he laughs, his hair soft and twisted around his head in a similar fashion to Shen Yuan. It’s sweet, his sticky student reaching for approval like a flower moving towards the sunlight. Luo Binghe catches Shen Yuan’s gaze as he lowers his head, a flush burning through his cheeks.
They would need to move to the shade soon, the heat would be too much shortly as the tide started to roll in.
Luo Binghe moves onto his knees, scooping up one of the mermaids from the rock pool, and holds it carefully a few inches above the water. Above the cup of his hands, a tiny arm waves through the air, a scaled tail splashing some of the depleting water onto Luo Binghe’s robes.
In Proud Immortal Demon Way, Luo Binghe had travelled here to retrieve an artifact lost by wife 156, a mostly unnamed member of An Ding peak absorbed by Luo Binghe’s harem in its early formation. A mutation had occurred and one mermaid had grown to leviathan proportions in comparison to their typical small size, nearly human-sized, and intelligent.
There’d been several paragraphs worth of criticism left as a comment.
Shen Yuan cited scientific papers.
Someone made a video and put music behind his words. It went somewhat viral.
But here, now, Luo Binghe only laughs, tipping the mermaid back into the rock pool and returns speaking with his fellow students before he pushes himself to his feet and makes his way across the sand to Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan returns his attention to the book, trying to ignore the burning fixation of Shen Qingqiu’s glare on the side of his head and failing utterly.
“Beasts shouldn’t be coddled,” Shen Qingqiu snaps, his fan fluttering as he speaks. A bead of sweat rolls down the line of his neck, soaking into the collar of his robe. “The page, demon, if I must be subjected to this sickening display.”
Shen Yuan turns the page, tips the book on it’s side so Shen Qingqiu can turn his glare onto it. “Yes, Luo Binghe?”
“The tide is coming in, Shizun. Can this student assist?”
“Yes. This Shizun will allow it.”
“Better,” Shen Qingqiu mutters and Shen Yuan fools himself into imagining the pressure of a hand against the crown of his skull, briefly, just for a moment, like Shen Qingqiu would do.
Title: shun the light
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 859
Summary: A heatwave sends the Peaks to the coast. Shen Yuan hopes for a moment's peace to read his book. (Note for AU - Shen Yuan is a modern man piloting Shen Qingqiu's body, Shen Qinqiu is a character in a fantasy novel (Proud Immortal Demon Way) who is displaced into his reflection.)
A shriek splits the trembling air, salt-brined and heavy with heat. Shen Yuan shades his eyes with his book, frowning down at the collection of students closer to the water. No blood, at least, as one of the students from Bai Zhan peak plucks another student from their shoulders and throws them into the spray.
“Shameless,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, his words nearly lost beneath the crash of the waves, the answering shriek of the birds wheeling overhead. Scavengers, most likely, nameless but added in because it’s the sea side, there’s going to be birds.
Shen Yuan flips the page of his book, his gaze caught instead by the reflection of the Peak Lord next to him. It’s a minor array, originally intended to provide a mirrored shield during combat, but Shen Yuan had refined it, lowered the height and curved the wall more. It functioned well enough to keep prying eyes from looking over Shen Yuan’s shoulders and allowed him to keep two pairs of eyes on his students huddled further down the beach. Shen Qingqiu raps the back of his hand against the partition between them, pointing to the book when Shen Yuan’s gaze snaps to him. They’re both flushed from the heat but, somehow, Shen Qingqiu wears it better, his cheeks flushed a pale pink where Shen Yuan feels like he is melting into a gross sweaty heap. Their hair is pinned up, loose tresses twisted on top of themselves to try and assuage the sudden unrelenting heat, and their robes are thinner, lighter in colour, but still covering them from head to toe. Shen Yuan won’t suggest anything different.
“Turn it back.”
“Oh?” Shen Yuan opens his fan with a flick, a waft of sticky air drifting over his skin. “What was that?”
“Demon.” Shen Qingqiu mimics his motion far more elegantly and peers over the edge of his fan. His green eyes seem to steal the colour from the ocean, borrowing crystalline hues as he stares at Shen Yuan. “Why does Wen Kexing care so much about the opinion of Zhou Zishu ? There’s little benefit to it. So, turn back the page.”
So much for ‘meaningless drivel masquerading as art’. Shen Yuan turns the page back and holds it flat against the sand.
The cove is secluded, maybe half a day's travel by coach around the base of the mountain and entirely illogical in location and climate. The only native wildlife are an assortment of small aquatic humanoids that cluster in chittering swarms in the shallows. Shen Yuan tips his gaze upwards over Shen Qingqiu’s head to study their students. They’re all similarly dressed, a pale flock trailing their fingers through the cool water of a rock pool and laughing as the mermaids chase their fingertips, and Luo Binghe lifts his head as he laughs, his hair soft and twisted around his head in a similar fashion to Shen Yuan. It’s sweet, his sticky student reaching for approval like a flower moving towards the sunlight. Luo Binghe catches Shen Yuan’s gaze as he lowers his head, a flush burning through his cheeks.
They would need to move to the shade soon, the heat would be too much shortly as the tide started to roll in.
Luo Binghe moves onto his knees, scooping up one of the mermaids from the rock pool, and holds it carefully a few inches above the water. Above the cup of his hands, a tiny arm waves through the air, a scaled tail splashing some of the depleting water onto Luo Binghe’s robes.
In Proud Immortal Demon Way, Luo Binghe had travelled here to retrieve an artifact lost by wife 156, a mostly unnamed member of An Ding peak absorbed by Luo Binghe’s harem in its early formation. A mutation had occurred and one mermaid had grown to leviathan proportions in comparison to their typical small size, nearly human-sized, and intelligent.
There’d been several paragraphs worth of criticism left as a comment.
Shen Yuan cited scientific papers.
Someone made a video and put music behind his words. It went somewhat viral.
But here, now, Luo Binghe only laughs, tipping the mermaid back into the rock pool and returns speaking with his fellow students before he pushes himself to his feet and makes his way across the sand to Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan returns his attention to the book, trying to ignore the burning fixation of Shen Qingqiu’s glare on the side of his head and failing utterly.
“Beasts shouldn’t be coddled,” Shen Qingqiu snaps, his fan fluttering as he speaks. A bead of sweat rolls down the line of his neck, soaking into the collar of his robe. “The page, demon, if I must be subjected to this sickening display.”
Shen Yuan turns the page, tips the book on it’s side so Shen Qingqiu can turn his glare onto it. “Yes, Luo Binghe?”
“The tide is coming in, Shizun. Can this student assist?”
“Yes. This Shizun will allow it.”
“Better,” Shen Qingqiu mutters and Shen Yuan fools himself into imagining the pressure of a hand against the crown of his skull, briefly, just for a moment, like Shen Qingqiu would do.
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