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[#258] can grant a name (SVSSS_
Theme Prompt: 258 - scars
Title: can grant a name
Fandom: Scum Villain Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: G, mention of past injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 902
Summary: sequel to past fill here Shen Yuan is just trying to survive and Shen Qingqiu is not going to make that easy
Shen Qinqiu doesn’t kneel until Shen Yuan does, towering over him in the sharp confines of the mirror until he relents—a carefully portioned act of mercy—and kneels across from him. He’s far more graceful than Shen Yuan could hope to be at these fumbling early stages, his robes smooth over the curve of his knees, his sleeves not trapped beneath his thighs.
His eyes narrow as Shen Yuan frees himself, the exacting edge of his sneer barely hidden behind the panels of the fan. “This master despairs how one such as you stole his body.”
Shen Yuan chews his lower lip, stops as Shen Qinqiu’s gaze drops to it. It’s almost like being a teenager again, a harrowing ordeal compounded as this body isn’t his own, the limbs a shade too long, delicate where Shen Yuan would be classed as fragile. Even their expressions cast the same features in a different form, Shen Yuan’s reflection pale and offset by Shen Qinqiu’s cold countenance. “I’m sorry,” Shen Yuan offers again, drawing himself up to settle in a mimicry of Shen Qinqiu’s posture. He’s going to snap his spine through the force of it, his shoulders curved back instead of rounded in his typical slump.
“Then return the body to this master.”
The System bounces in the corner of his vision, the buttons around the edge greyed out likely behind a tutorial lock. This is going to be one desperately difficult tutorial.
“I can’t. I don’t know how I got here.”
Shen Qinqiu’s sneer sharpens, the curve of his cheek visible past the edge of his fan. “Dress, demon. This master will not allow you to ruin his reputation anymore than you have already.”
Staring at a negative. Fun. The System bounces merrily, unhelpful in its celebration. Shen Yuan sighs, snapping the fan closed and tapping the edge against his forearm. There’s a set of faint scars there as well, not the same shape or finish as the one on his ankle, but long since healed and faded into a pale silver sheen. Shen Yuan turns back to the mirror and meets Shen Qingqiu’s gaze, something lurking just beneath the surface, horrendously exposed in a way he would never be able to hide.
“Which robe?” Shen Yuan asks instead.
Shen Qinqiu blinks, ducks his expression further behind his fan. “The red inner robes, and the pale for the outer.”
Shen Yuan dresses quickly as he is instructed. He doesn’t mention the scar around their ankle, or the assortment covering their forearm. He doesn’t gawk at the uneven texture of skin over their upper thigh or the dark strikes that run the length of their lower back. He notices them, and he doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t let his gaze linger.
Shen Qingqiu watches him throughout, one hand braced against the pale surface of the mirror. Another scar, a line cut through the folds of his palm, vanishes beneath the pressure as Shen Qinqiu tries to lean closer.
“This student appreciates this master’s help,” Shen Yuan murmurs, smoothing his hands over the rich folds of the fabric. It isn’t a combination that he would have selected, the inner robe a rich deep red that undeniably reminds him of blood, but the outer are light, almost gauzy. Shen Yuan thinks about his older brothers, the suits they would wear that functioned like armour, the same men that used to balance him on their hips like he was made of spun glass could slam their hands against their desks hard enough to topple the vase resting on it.
“If they discover you, demon, then those brutes will destroy this master’s body.” Shen Qinqiu flicks his fan out, smugness radiating from him. “And if you are found out, then this master will destroy you.”
“I understand.” Shen Yuan copies the flick of his fan, the sharp snap dulled as someone knocks on the door. It’s gentle, almost melodic, and they turn to the door as a unit, Shen Yuan curling back in on himself, retreating inside the pale fabric, while Shen Qinqiu leans forward, near starving in an instant.
“Open the door.”
Shen Yuan obeys and flinches at the sudden chime from the System.
Side quest unlocked: Deleted chapter - YQSJklcnm001_Final_Final_ActualFinal_THISONE
Yue Qingyuan is a tall man, but he seems diminished as he stands in the doorway of the Bamboo House. The creases in his robes are sharp, carved into place from earlier in the day, and Shen Yuan can’t help but wonder how long he waited at Shen Qingqiu’s side. Unusual behaviour for the leader of a sect. His grin tightens as he takes in Shen Yuan’s outfit, a porcelain mask crudely drawn into place before it can dissolve further, already knocked askew. “Qingqiu-shidi.”
Behind him, from the mirror, Shen Qingqiu laughs.
This is going to be a long route to changing anything about this novel.
Shen Yuan draws out his fan, tapping it against his forearm, before he steps back from the doorway. “Zhangmen-shixiong.”
The System beeps, a spattering of emojis thrown across its surface in a confusing mess. He can’t afford to glance at it before Shen Qingqiu snarls, his fury easier to grasp and throw as he smacks his hand against the mirror, his composure slipping before he catches it. “I want to see his face.”
Shen Yuan needs him to survive. He can’t change this world without detection yet.
Shen Yuan pastes on a smile and Yue Qingyuan balances on the edge of tears. “Please, come in.”
Title: can grant a name
Fandom: Scum Villain Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: G, mention of past injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 902
Summary: sequel to past fill here Shen Yuan is just trying to survive and Shen Qingqiu is not going to make that easy
Shen Qinqiu doesn’t kneel until Shen Yuan does, towering over him in the sharp confines of the mirror until he relents—a carefully portioned act of mercy—and kneels across from him. He’s far more graceful than Shen Yuan could hope to be at these fumbling early stages, his robes smooth over the curve of his knees, his sleeves not trapped beneath his thighs.
His eyes narrow as Shen Yuan frees himself, the exacting edge of his sneer barely hidden behind the panels of the fan. “This master despairs how one such as you stole his body.”
Shen Yuan chews his lower lip, stops as Shen Qinqiu’s gaze drops to it. It’s almost like being a teenager again, a harrowing ordeal compounded as this body isn’t his own, the limbs a shade too long, delicate where Shen Yuan would be classed as fragile. Even their expressions cast the same features in a different form, Shen Yuan’s reflection pale and offset by Shen Qinqiu’s cold countenance. “I’m sorry,” Shen Yuan offers again, drawing himself up to settle in a mimicry of Shen Qinqiu’s posture. He’s going to snap his spine through the force of it, his shoulders curved back instead of rounded in his typical slump.
“Then return the body to this master.”
The System bounces in the corner of his vision, the buttons around the edge greyed out likely behind a tutorial lock. This is going to be one desperately difficult tutorial.
“I can’t. I don’t know how I got here.”
Shen Qinqiu’s sneer sharpens, the curve of his cheek visible past the edge of his fan. “Dress, demon. This master will not allow you to ruin his reputation anymore than you have already.”
Staring at a negative. Fun. The System bounces merrily, unhelpful in its celebration. Shen Yuan sighs, snapping the fan closed and tapping the edge against his forearm. There’s a set of faint scars there as well, not the same shape or finish as the one on his ankle, but long since healed and faded into a pale silver sheen. Shen Yuan turns back to the mirror and meets Shen Qingqiu’s gaze, something lurking just beneath the surface, horrendously exposed in a way he would never be able to hide.
“Which robe?” Shen Yuan asks instead.
Shen Qinqiu blinks, ducks his expression further behind his fan. “The red inner robes, and the pale for the outer.”
Shen Yuan dresses quickly as he is instructed. He doesn’t mention the scar around their ankle, or the assortment covering their forearm. He doesn’t gawk at the uneven texture of skin over their upper thigh or the dark strikes that run the length of their lower back. He notices them, and he doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t let his gaze linger.
Shen Qingqiu watches him throughout, one hand braced against the pale surface of the mirror. Another scar, a line cut through the folds of his palm, vanishes beneath the pressure as Shen Qinqiu tries to lean closer.
“This student appreciates this master’s help,” Shen Yuan murmurs, smoothing his hands over the rich folds of the fabric. It isn’t a combination that he would have selected, the inner robe a rich deep red that undeniably reminds him of blood, but the outer are light, almost gauzy. Shen Yuan thinks about his older brothers, the suits they would wear that functioned like armour, the same men that used to balance him on their hips like he was made of spun glass could slam their hands against their desks hard enough to topple the vase resting on it.
“If they discover you, demon, then those brutes will destroy this master’s body.” Shen Qinqiu flicks his fan out, smugness radiating from him. “And if you are found out, then this master will destroy you.”
“I understand.” Shen Yuan copies the flick of his fan, the sharp snap dulled as someone knocks on the door. It’s gentle, almost melodic, and they turn to the door as a unit, Shen Yuan curling back in on himself, retreating inside the pale fabric, while Shen Qinqiu leans forward, near starving in an instant.
“Open the door.”
Shen Yuan obeys and flinches at the sudden chime from the System.
Side quest unlocked: Deleted chapter - YQSJklcnm001_Final_Final_ActualFinal_THISONE
Yue Qingyuan is a tall man, but he seems diminished as he stands in the doorway of the Bamboo House. The creases in his robes are sharp, carved into place from earlier in the day, and Shen Yuan can’t help but wonder how long he waited at Shen Qingqiu’s side. Unusual behaviour for the leader of a sect. His grin tightens as he takes in Shen Yuan’s outfit, a porcelain mask crudely drawn into place before it can dissolve further, already knocked askew. “Qingqiu-shidi.”
Behind him, from the mirror, Shen Qingqiu laughs.
This is going to be a long route to changing anything about this novel.
Shen Yuan draws out his fan, tapping it against his forearm, before he steps back from the doorway. “Zhangmen-shixiong.”
The System beeps, a spattering of emojis thrown across its surface in a confusing mess. He can’t afford to glance at it before Shen Qingqiu snarls, his fury easier to grasp and throw as he smacks his hand against the mirror, his composure slipping before he catches it. “I want to see his face.”
Shen Yuan needs him to survive. He can’t change this world without detection yet.
Shen Yuan pastes on a smile and Yue Qingyuan balances on the edge of tears. “Please, come in.”
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