eggshell | Lizard House / OTA

[Because of their bond, she'll be able to tell Dan Feng is close. Very close. In fact , is he just lying down in front of her door and ignoring her? What?]

[ she is FUMING. ]

Dan Feng. Let me out right now.

[The wooden door isn't very thick, and there's the sound of Dan Feng shifting...]

Is it not to your liking?

[The room is traditional Xianzhou, even if the furniture is mismatched, and smells strongly of incense. There's a suspicious stain on the ceiling.]

Where am I?

[ puts her hands against the door, frowning. she could probably break this with enough force... ]

-- If you wanted to bring me somewhere you could have invited me. Why am I locked in.

[She could, but does she really want to deal with a sulky Dan Feng for possibly twelve horrible hours?]

It’s so you are prepared. [He does not elaborate.] You are home. I am washing your clothes soon. Does that burgundy scarf need hot water?

[ AS IF HE WON'T SULK ANYWAY ]

Home? My clothes are clean! Do NOT wash them.

But I am wearing them?

[

SHOULDER RAMS THE DOOR SO HARD IT FUCKING BREAKS ]

[Dan Feng immediately jumps her the moment the door breaks, tackling her into the… deck…?

The room she’s in apparently opens into a small courtyard, lifted from it by a wooden deck. Dan Feng is wearing her clothes - the scarf in question, one of her overcoats around his elbows, and one of her socks (?) as a hand warmer (?)]

[ ??????????????? where AM i

just kind of stares out at the courtyard, baffled, then back to him--

and puffs with indignation. ]

Take them off!

[Naturally Dan Feng does not do what she wants and leans in to kiss her stupid instead. He smells like wood smoke and herbs for some reason, and there's a smudge of soot across his jaw.]

[ ah,

She makes an irritated noise, but she's dizzy and disoriented and his smell is different enough that it gives her pause and--

She pushes at his shoulders, after a moment, to tilt her head away. ]

Dan Feng--

[There's a loud crash over one of the walls, and a yell, which distinctly sounds like Yingxing. Then the sound of hammering.

Dan Feng twitches, but he doesn't look away from her, opting to bury his face in her hair instead.]

[ Wh... She blinks, bleary, and loosens her grip on his shoulders, trying to shift a little under him to look out into the courtyard. ]

... Where am I?

It's our new nest! Heng'er wanted a bigger place. I think he will make dinner later. Do you like peanuts?

Nest...?

[ exhales slowly. ]

Why did you-- you could have just asked me to visit. Take my clothes off before you rip them. Peanuts are fine.

Visit? Why would you need to visit your own estate?

[ a long, confused pause. ]

... I don't own this. I don't have the funds for this.

[His braincells are visibly loading.]

It is ours. Communal. Are you stupid?

[ ????????? ]

Did... you ask the others if I was allowed here? You have to ask...

Why do I have to ask? I own Heng'er and Yuan'er. I own the Mourning Actor Heng'er, he is merely unaware. Yingxing is [He twitches again,] wherever I am. If I say I want you here then you are here. Do you not like this room? There are many. But some are drafty.

[ shifts her hands up to rub her eyes. ]

They have... their own thoughts and feelings. If they don't want a stranger here, I can't...

...

I would have rather have a room that I wasn't drugged and locked in though.

I like it when you're helpless.

[And then as if that wasn't incredibly concerning,] I wish to live with my family again all under one roof. You will all get together; have patience.

I wish you wouldn't.

[ quiet, for a moment. ]

"Family?"

[There's a pause, and Dan Feng moves away, sitting on his haunches. On a lesser man, it would be called shrinking away.]

Are we not?

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