-Private Threads- [pluviosa]

[helborn]

For threads that don't go anywhere else.

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[helborn]

"Who cares if it's 'respectable' or not? People read smut and they like smut, why do you think bodice rippers have always been a popular genre? Doesn't matter if it's good enough for prizes - if it's good enough to get you paid why should it matter?"

Okay, that gets a laugh out of him. "Rice paddy... water, I'm assuming. That's weird, but... I dunno, maybe he's not like... a normal person? I could check, but it's kind of... rude to do so." People don't like it when you peek at their power levels very much.

"And I'm only as nice as you deserve, schatzi. But yes. You're safe, too. I've got you, okay? Just rest. Just... just calm down and rest a little bit. I'll hold you."

that got longer than I expected it to

[airplaneskyward]

"Lots of people care about respectable?" Not that is parents would have approved even if he was, but... it didn't help that he was a shitty stallion webnovel author. "Cucumber-bro is respectable," he grumbles. "Shen Qingqiu is a scholar, a master of the Four Arts, and he got that shit handed to him on a silver platter when he transmigrated in already a peak lord, he didn't have to learn from scratch from a baby. And no one thinks An Ding is respectable. Even the lower peaks think they're better. An Ding is the fourth peak and keeps everything running and Liu-shidi the fucking War Good of Bai Zhan the seventh peak thinks he's more important to the sect than me even though all he does is fuck off for months at a time killing random monsters to challenge himself." He pauses and blinks. "Sorry, that was... not the point at all, got off track."

"Yeah, the fucking pond water, with silt in it and shit. He said it tasted like hope and that it was possible for plants to experience hope? Baobei it was so weird. That man is strange. He got lost in a cornfield like in a fucking horror movie trying to find his way to a rice paddy to drink out of it. And I just stood there on my sword staring because. Dude, what." Anyway. "You could... check? How?"

Shang Beida sighs and shifts a little, getting comfortable. "I... thank you, baobei."

it is his Way

[helborn]

Okay. Maybe this is another cultural thing, he's not sure. He just lets his boyfriend ramble, lets him get it out of his system, before responding. "Schatzi. Honey. Baby. You could work the dirtiest street corner in the most miserable city and it would still not matter to me. People should care about you, not what you do." Hypocritical of him? Yes. But still true.

"... You know what, I'm not surprised. There's gods that deal with plants and I'm... sure they can communicate with them somehow, maybe ones that deal with water can feel that stuff through water. Maybe he's a demigod or something, I don't know." Anyway. "Yes, I can use the runes on my leg and get a... general sense of where someone sits? Like 'mortal', 'Scion', 'demi-god', 'god'. That sort of scale. But it's generally something I use on unknown opponents, not. Um. Allies."

He just boops his boyfriend's nose and chuckles. They're safe. Together.

[airplaneskyward]

Shang Beida squeaks a little and blushes at the concept of being a street prostitute. "People liked my imaginary people a lot better than my actual person," he manages, squeakily. Actually, that's sort of depressing, Casper is also seeing one of his imaginary people and not what he still thinks of as his real self. "I don't think I'd be a very popular, um, street worker."

Oh god, Wet Justice could be some kind of god as well as being a judge? That's too many powers at once! "People can tell when you use it? ...How powerful does it say I am?" Now he's just curious.

He ducks his head, smiling, and squeezes his arms around Casper. He's so lucky.

[helborn]

"It was just to make a point, dear." He nuzzles the other gently, smiling a little bit. "I mean... I could check. It doesn't hurt. ... Really the only indication other people would get is that my leg glows a little bit, and that's another reason I keep it hidden. As for other people being able to tell, usually no... but I wouldn't put it past someone on this boat to be able to tell when I use it."

He closes his eyes and his pant leg gives off a small glow. Hmm... "Around my level, then."

[airplaneskyward]

Shang Beida peers interestedly at the glow. If he focuses, he can feel something in the currents of spiritual energy, but it’s pretty subtle, and he wouldn’t be able to call exactly what it was doing if he didn’t know. He wouldn’t even notice if he wasn’t looking.

“Equals. That’s… nice.” He likes that. He’s used to being below people. He likes being on a level with Casper. Pants diagnosed with demigod. It makes sense, really, since he’s around Nascent Soul and that’s at least halfway to ascension if he put his mind to it.

[helborn]

And to be fair, the room's a little dark so it's easier to see the glow. He smiles and squeezes his boyfriend again. "You're nice." Dork.

Don't make him kiss you again -

[airplaneskyward]

"Mm. No, you're nice." He leans back to smile at Casper besottedly. It's just so... nice. "You're wonderful." He would definitely not object to being kissed.