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Once upon a time in an Imperial prince's mansion...
WHO: Su Xunxian, Beitang Moran, possibly others later.
WHERE: Lord Chen's mansion
WHEN: ... earlier. A month or so before Beitang Moran shows up to look for Su Xunxian.
WHAT: Overdue conversations, goodbyes...
WARNINGS: Mush, potential for some nsfw, emotions.
Xunxian was, of course, making his preparations. Less in terms of what he was taking, other than identity options, and more in terms of making sure his businesses would withstand reliably his extended absence.
Or worse.
There were far too many people dependent on him to just not prepare for it.
But then, tonight, as most nights, he goes to visit his Lord. Dressed up, a smile on his lips, his eagerness to see Moran completely unfeigned and the sincerity glowing in his eyes.
"Are you in the mood for music, tonight?"
WHERE: Lord Chen's mansion
WHEN: ... earlier. A month or so before Beitang Moran shows up to look for Su Xunxian.
WHAT: Overdue conversations, goodbyes...
WARNINGS: Mush, potential for some nsfw, emotions.
Xunxian was, of course, making his preparations. Less in terms of what he was taking, other than identity options, and more in terms of making sure his businesses would withstand reliably his extended absence.
Or worse.
There were far too many people dependent on him to just not prepare for it.
But then, tonight, as most nights, he goes to visit his Lord. Dressed up, a smile on his lips, his eagerness to see Moran completely unfeigned and the sincerity glowing in his eyes.
"Are you in the mood for music, tonight?"