Fearless {Open}
Aug 30, 2009 18:50:33 GMT -5
Post by ling91 on Aug 30, 2009 18:50:33 GMT -5
One of Ling's eyes opened merely a crack, waiting...almost anticipating for the pretty warrior to shove him off and scoff incredulously at his faux snoring. The nasal sound lowered considerably, subsiding into a slightly more convincing breathing. His sallow lids rested against the top of his thin cheeks sequentially and his lanky chest rose and descended in a slow, rhythmic motion. Mulan was right about the heat, it was starting to wear the headcase down a little but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Soon he wouldn't have to feign his repose anymore and would eventually drift off to sleep on his own.
It was like a lethargic rest stop, all he had to do was remain curled up against the Mandarin babe and keep his lurid pupils confined. That was a cinch since she was so nice to lie against. She was by no means a porker like the Matchmaker, she couldn't be any further from that but while she was skinny like him, her frame was more dainty and less hard than his own, he was like a rickety scarecrow and she was like a doll. He supposed they weren't a match arranged some distant ancestors but that really didn't perturb him. As long as Ling could huddle close to Mulan like this forever, all was running top notch in his twisted world.
His fatigue was increasing, what little sensibility he had melting out of his brain and off his gangly stature like an ice cube placed directly in the sun. He was really too narcoleptic to really think properly and when he did manage to conjure up an intricate thought, he wondered if this was all just an inconceivable dream. If it was, the sprightly young man knew that he was going to wake up a very disgruntled Ling and trudge around the village irritably. How he loathed each dawn that brought him back into reality. When one of his more awe inspiring dreams eventually faded away, it felt like all of the triumph and all the air was getting sucked out of his body.
It was definitely a far worse feeling than the time Chien Po accidentally sat on him. He could almost sense the heavy rift in his bones as shifted onto his side a little, trying to not to crush Mulan while he rotated.
But was it really Mulan or was it a pillow? Pillows didn't hum as sweetly as she could, could they?
Pillows don't hum at all, moron... a gravelly voice knelled within the back of his head. Why did his negative subconscious always seem to blather on like Yao? Couldn't he just leave the peaky soldier alone? He wasn't even here and already Ling was starting to get aggravated by him and Chien Po. From his angle, he could see two trees; one stocky and one vast that closely resembled the duo and he rolled his eyes in irritation, a tad more alert now.
Go away everybody except the cute Asian girl... he mentally snapped, the echo of his squeaky tone inside his brain indignant and desperate. He was way too jubliant right now to let the two goofs ruin their moment together...
...or for him to be yanked awake if it really was just a night fantasy.
Some of the dandelion fluff pelted the soldier lightly in his acute nose and he twitched it a tad, willing himself not to sneeze. He ricocheted back onto his fleshless stomach and listened calmly to Mulan's reticent humming, perceiving every centimeter of her ivory fingers as they wound themselves through his lank, onyx strands. How poised and dainty her movements were, even when she was just stroking his hair. She was no different than an ethereal nymph herself. Maybe she really was one trapped in a human body.
Meh. She could be a lychee for all Ling cared and he'd still have a massive crush on her.
Trying to be as sturdy as he could, which wasn't a cinch for an bowlegged, uncoordinated sprite like himself, Ling lifted the top of his scalp and moved his head further up her body. He attempted to make his movements seem oblivious and lackluster so she wouldn't be alarmed. Careful to come down hard on her collar bone as he shifted past it, he elevated his head gently and pursed his thin mouth, letting his lips brush against the side of her dove like neck for a few seconds. He broke off, gave a theatrical yawn, and wriggled back down to her shoulder.
If this was indeed a dream, Ling had finally taken care of some fast but meaningful business and he smiled slyly, keeping his face buried. If only he could applaud himself before he woke up...and if only he possessed the sagacity to realize it wasn't an illusion. He had actually kissed Mulan. Maybe not exactly on the lips but still...
(Nyuh, it's been goin' on for a few days now...it hadz to happen. XD <3)
It was like a lethargic rest stop, all he had to do was remain curled up against the Mandarin babe and keep his lurid pupils confined. That was a cinch since she was so nice to lie against. She was by no means a porker like the Matchmaker, she couldn't be any further from that but while she was skinny like him, her frame was more dainty and less hard than his own, he was like a rickety scarecrow and she was like a doll. He supposed they weren't a match arranged some distant ancestors but that really didn't perturb him. As long as Ling could huddle close to Mulan like this forever, all was running top notch in his twisted world.
His fatigue was increasing, what little sensibility he had melting out of his brain and off his gangly stature like an ice cube placed directly in the sun. He was really too narcoleptic to really think properly and when he did manage to conjure up an intricate thought, he wondered if this was all just an inconceivable dream. If it was, the sprightly young man knew that he was going to wake up a very disgruntled Ling and trudge around the village irritably. How he loathed each dawn that brought him back into reality. When one of his more awe inspiring dreams eventually faded away, it felt like all of the triumph and all the air was getting sucked out of his body.
It was definitely a far worse feeling than the time Chien Po accidentally sat on him. He could almost sense the heavy rift in his bones as shifted onto his side a little, trying to not to crush Mulan while he rotated.
But was it really Mulan or was it a pillow? Pillows didn't hum as sweetly as she could, could they?
Pillows don't hum at all, moron... a gravelly voice knelled within the back of his head. Why did his negative subconscious always seem to blather on like Yao? Couldn't he just leave the peaky soldier alone? He wasn't even here and already Ling was starting to get aggravated by him and Chien Po. From his angle, he could see two trees; one stocky and one vast that closely resembled the duo and he rolled his eyes in irritation, a tad more alert now.
Go away everybody except the cute Asian girl... he mentally snapped, the echo of his squeaky tone inside his brain indignant and desperate. He was way too jubliant right now to let the two goofs ruin their moment together...
...or for him to be yanked awake if it really was just a night fantasy.
Some of the dandelion fluff pelted the soldier lightly in his acute nose and he twitched it a tad, willing himself not to sneeze. He ricocheted back onto his fleshless stomach and listened calmly to Mulan's reticent humming, perceiving every centimeter of her ivory fingers as they wound themselves through his lank, onyx strands. How poised and dainty her movements were, even when she was just stroking his hair. She was no different than an ethereal nymph herself. Maybe she really was one trapped in a human body.
Meh. She could be a lychee for all Ling cared and he'd still have a massive crush on her.
Trying to be as sturdy as he could, which wasn't a cinch for an bowlegged, uncoordinated sprite like himself, Ling lifted the top of his scalp and moved his head further up her body. He attempted to make his movements seem oblivious and lackluster so she wouldn't be alarmed. Careful to come down hard on her collar bone as he shifted past it, he elevated his head gently and pursed his thin mouth, letting his lips brush against the side of her dove like neck for a few seconds. He broke off, gave a theatrical yawn, and wriggled back down to her shoulder.
If this was indeed a dream, Ling had finally taken care of some fast but meaningful business and he smiled slyly, keeping his face buried. If only he could applaud himself before he woke up...and if only he possessed the sagacity to realize it wasn't an illusion. He had actually kissed Mulan. Maybe not exactly on the lips but still...
(Nyuh, it's been goin' on for a few days now...it hadz to happen. XD <3)