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[#291] a swim and a skim (SVSSS)
Theme Prompt: 291 - safe harbour
Title: a swim and a skim
Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: T
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 991
Summary: Luo Binghe will win the battle, one way or another
And to think that Luo Binghe's day had started off so well.
He'd woken, as he always did, a shichen before the sun so he had time to tidy Shizun's papers from the night before and to make Shizun's breakfast and possibly, just to watch Shizun, a little bit. Luo Binghe is both a half-demon and a teenager, he's allowing himself some tiny scraps of indulgence so he doesn't burn the peak down from the injustice of it all.
Shizun had complimented his cooking with a gentle smile (as he always did), patted Luo Binghe on the head when he lingered overlong at his side (as he always did), and complained about his fellow Peak Lords as he dressed (as he always did).
And then, he arrived, stinking of sweat and blood and sour insistence that Shizun accompany him to one of the lakes in the low lying valley's because there was a monster lurking in the depths he thought Shizun would want to see.
Luo Binghe thinks he made a sound, some strangled rage burning through his system, because how dare he, and Shizun invited him along in the same heartbeat, insisted on it when he tried to deny Luo Binghe the chance to accompany his Shizun.
Shizun is blissfully unaware of the glare Luo Binghe is directing at the other occupant of the boat, or of the scowl being received in return. He's sitting on the bench in front of Luo Binghe in the rowboat, his fan lazily fluttering next to his neck more from habit than conscious thought as he stares out over the water. Shizun is particularly beautiful that day, partially thanks to Luo Binghe's fumbling efforts, dressed in pale colours and gauzy fabrics due to the humid weather, as delicate as Luo Binghe can dare, with embroidery of birds picked out over the line of his collar and sleeves. And now, his efforts wasted—no, worse, shared with a rival.
Luo Binghe flinches as water cascades against his sleeve, splashed up from the oars, and he meets Liu Qingge's frown once more before Luo Binghe notches a whine out from his arsenal.
Shizun turns to him in a heartbeat, eyes wide with panic, his search for the monster abandoned with only a twinge of guilt against Binghe's ribs.
"Are you well, cold? Ah, your clothes!" Shizun partially stands from his seat to lean closer, plucks at Binghe's robes, scuffs along the line of his cheek with his own sleeve held between his fingers to wipe away the droplets there.
Binghe sniffs, blinks wide and wet up at Shizun, and, devastatingly, lets his lower lip tremble before he stops it. (It's excessive, the munitions of a mountain called down when a hammer would suffice, but Luo Binghe is not losing this battle to him, he won't give an inch of ground that isn't torn from his bloody fingers.)
"Liu-shidi, I thought you said you were good with boats," Shizun snaps over his shoulder, a fraction of his attention diverted from Luo Binghe before it returns with with a click. He's holding his fan folded between two fingers, the rest trying to wring some of the water from Luo Binghe's robes but merely creasing the damp fabric instead.
Over Shizun's shoulder, Luo Binghe catches Liu Qingge's eye, and grins.
It's a shame that monsters don't have any appreciation for Luo Binghe's victories.
Something heavy hits the side of the boat, a dark wave crashing over them all as the creature slides free of the water. Shizun staggers as Luo Binghe reaches for him, crashing into Luo Binghe's hold as the boat tips. Luo Qingge curses as he reaches for his sword, misses as the boat rocks beneath him, stinking water covering him from head to toe. Shizun is resplendent in anger, colour high on his pale cheeks as he drops his fan to drag his palms across his face and flick the sludge away.
(Some lands on Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe notes darkly.)
Shizun says something in a language Luo Binghe doesn't speak, short and sharp and near guttural in it's simplicity, and gestures at the creature with one hand, a finger raised. The spiritual blast is bright, devastating, and it hits the creature in it's still open mouth. On the edge of his vision, Luo Binghe has an impression of slick green scales and multiple stretches of teeth, a large golden eye turned towards the small boat, before it's gone.
"Shizun?" Luo Binghe asks, his voice small and twisted with confusion.
"Liu-shidi," Shizun says, his voice frigid and his features drawn into porcelain fury. "Finish off the monster."
Shizun's breath flutters in his throat as Liu Qingge jumps to his command like a mostly trained dog, and he coughs into a clear patch on his wrist before he raises his gaze to inspect them both. Luo Binghe feels pathetic, drenched in the monster's slime, and he breathes shallow through his mouth as a globule drops from his hair to splat onto Shizun's robes.
Shizun is still on his lap, a detail that occurs to them both in the same instant by the way that Shizun's face colours a bright scarlet and he swings his fan up between them to hide it. His fan is decorated with the same birds on his robes, smudged into indistinct blots of ink. Shizun returns to the wider bench in front, still facing Luo Binghe and gestures with his fan to the space next to him.
"We'll be able to see Liu-shidi's efforts better from here."
Luo Binghe doesn't need to be instructed twice, tucking himself into the gap next to Shizun and leaning an inch closer as the waves lap against the boat. Distantly, Liu Qingge's shouts echo, a few stray blasts impacting against the distant shore and sending the birds shrieking into the sky, but in the boat, it's gentle, near-peaceful, and Shizun fusses with his hair as they wait.
Title: a swim and a skim
Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: T
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 991
Summary: Luo Binghe will win the battle, one way or another
And to think that Luo Binghe's day had started off so well.
He'd woken, as he always did, a shichen before the sun so he had time to tidy Shizun's papers from the night before and to make Shizun's breakfast and possibly, just to watch Shizun, a little bit. Luo Binghe is both a half-demon and a teenager, he's allowing himself some tiny scraps of indulgence so he doesn't burn the peak down from the injustice of it all.
Shizun had complimented his cooking with a gentle smile (as he always did), patted Luo Binghe on the head when he lingered overlong at his side (as he always did), and complained about his fellow Peak Lords as he dressed (as he always did).
And then, he arrived, stinking of sweat and blood and sour insistence that Shizun accompany him to one of the lakes in the low lying valley's because there was a monster lurking in the depths he thought Shizun would want to see.
Luo Binghe thinks he made a sound, some strangled rage burning through his system, because how dare he, and Shizun invited him along in the same heartbeat, insisted on it when he tried to deny Luo Binghe the chance to accompany his Shizun.
Shizun is blissfully unaware of the glare Luo Binghe is directing at the other occupant of the boat, or of the scowl being received in return. He's sitting on the bench in front of Luo Binghe in the rowboat, his fan lazily fluttering next to his neck more from habit than conscious thought as he stares out over the water. Shizun is particularly beautiful that day, partially thanks to Luo Binghe's fumbling efforts, dressed in pale colours and gauzy fabrics due to the humid weather, as delicate as Luo Binghe can dare, with embroidery of birds picked out over the line of his collar and sleeves. And now, his efforts wasted—no, worse, shared with a rival.
Luo Binghe flinches as water cascades against his sleeve, splashed up from the oars, and he meets Liu Qingge's frown once more before Luo Binghe notches a whine out from his arsenal.
Shizun turns to him in a heartbeat, eyes wide with panic, his search for the monster abandoned with only a twinge of guilt against Binghe's ribs.
"Are you well, cold? Ah, your clothes!" Shizun partially stands from his seat to lean closer, plucks at Binghe's robes, scuffs along the line of his cheek with his own sleeve held between his fingers to wipe away the droplets there.
Binghe sniffs, blinks wide and wet up at Shizun, and, devastatingly, lets his lower lip tremble before he stops it. (It's excessive, the munitions of a mountain called down when a hammer would suffice, but Luo Binghe is not losing this battle to him, he won't give an inch of ground that isn't torn from his bloody fingers.)
"Liu-shidi, I thought you said you were good with boats," Shizun snaps over his shoulder, a fraction of his attention diverted from Luo Binghe before it returns with with a click. He's holding his fan folded between two fingers, the rest trying to wring some of the water from Luo Binghe's robes but merely creasing the damp fabric instead.
Over Shizun's shoulder, Luo Binghe catches Liu Qingge's eye, and grins.
It's a shame that monsters don't have any appreciation for Luo Binghe's victories.
Something heavy hits the side of the boat, a dark wave crashing over them all as the creature slides free of the water. Shizun staggers as Luo Binghe reaches for him, crashing into Luo Binghe's hold as the boat tips. Luo Qingge curses as he reaches for his sword, misses as the boat rocks beneath him, stinking water covering him from head to toe. Shizun is resplendent in anger, colour high on his pale cheeks as he drops his fan to drag his palms across his face and flick the sludge away.
(Some lands on Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe notes darkly.)
Shizun says something in a language Luo Binghe doesn't speak, short and sharp and near guttural in it's simplicity, and gestures at the creature with one hand, a finger raised. The spiritual blast is bright, devastating, and it hits the creature in it's still open mouth. On the edge of his vision, Luo Binghe has an impression of slick green scales and multiple stretches of teeth, a large golden eye turned towards the small boat, before it's gone.
"Shizun?" Luo Binghe asks, his voice small and twisted with confusion.
"Liu-shidi," Shizun says, his voice frigid and his features drawn into porcelain fury. "Finish off the monster."
Shizun's breath flutters in his throat as Liu Qingge jumps to his command like a mostly trained dog, and he coughs into a clear patch on his wrist before he raises his gaze to inspect them both. Luo Binghe feels pathetic, drenched in the monster's slime, and he breathes shallow through his mouth as a globule drops from his hair to splat onto Shizun's robes.
Shizun is still on his lap, a detail that occurs to them both in the same instant by the way that Shizun's face colours a bright scarlet and he swings his fan up between them to hide it. His fan is decorated with the same birds on his robes, smudged into indistinct blots of ink. Shizun returns to the wider bench in front, still facing Luo Binghe and gestures with his fan to the space next to him.
"We'll be able to see Liu-shidi's efforts better from here."
Luo Binghe doesn't need to be instructed twice, tucking himself into the gap next to Shizun and leaning an inch closer as the waves lap against the boat. Distantly, Liu Qingge's shouts echo, a few stray blasts impacting against the distant shore and sending the birds shrieking into the sky, but in the boat, it's gentle, near-peaceful, and Shizun fusses with his hair as they wait.