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    His giant muzzle draws near, cold-steam breath stirring the ends of Xie’s hair. The huge nostrils inhale, as if to take his scent. Hasn’t he gleaned enough? “Your master is a snake, kid,” the dragon says, as he draws his head back.

    Xie keeps his eyes fixed on the ground. But if they could burn a hole in the dragon’s big paw, he would do so, and think it good. Satisfying. Curse this vile, arrogant, enormous, stupidly beautiful worm.

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    10 Oct 2021

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    He doesn’t look up when Baiyi passes. Probably doesn’t even remember him. So what. You don't need a rosebush to remember you, you just enjoy catching sight of it here and there.

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    26 Aug 2021

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    That night he lies in bed alone until the moon is high. When the rest of the house is deathly silent, except for the light snores coming from behind every door, he sneaks in slippered feet through the halls and over to the covered kitchens. There’s faint light coming from the smoldering hearth, where the coals are piled to keep them warm for tomorrow’s early start. Someone has curled up by it on a mat, like a scullery maid. But it’s not a maid, it’s a man. A tall long-legged man. His husband. The dubiously immortal master of Changming manor.

    What the fuck, Xie thinks.

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    17 Aug 2021

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    “Stop mothering me,” Wei Ying protests. “Why don’t you ever listen?” He scowls at Wangji, but then the lure of the clean water is too much; he sits grumbling and strips off his vambraces and loosens the collar of his robes and wipes himself down in the steam. Wangji sits on a stool and watches him, and after a while Wei Ying slaps the rag into the bowl and glares back. “Are you going to sit and stare the whole time?” he demands. “You want to see me strip naked and give my filthy evil self a good scrubbing, huh?”

    Yes, Wangji thinks.

     

    [This is a story about a horrible war and a beautiful dream; about grabbing happiness where you can find it, and not letting go.]

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    09 Aug 2021

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    “This is revenge?” Baiyi says, rough-voiced. “You’re out of practice.” His throat feels thickened with something unnameable. Xie goes on smiling. His long, lean-muscled thighs flex as he strides across the room, lifts a covered tray and brings it to the side of the bed. He leans over to set it down, and Baiyi’s eyes follow him. Xie glances over his shoulder and his smile becomes sharp and mildly evil. “I thought you were supposed to be a skilled torturer. This is just a show.”

    “Can’t it be both?” Xie says. He climbs onto the bed now, hair swinging over his shoulders, close to Baiyi’s legs. But not close enough. He sits on his heels, thighs taut and strong-looking, hands running down to his knees and back up again. Baiyi swallows. “You can make this stop anytime,” Xie says. “Just beg for me.”

    “What?” Baiyi says, flabbergasted.

    “Beg for me,” Xie says, evenly.

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    03 Aug 2021

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