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esther greenwood. ([personal profile] higginbottom) wrote2025-12-26 05:17 pm
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love set you going like a fat gold watch (open)

Esther is being entrepreneurial. In fact, she has set up a small booth in the Mansion foyer with a sign that reads:

Let Me Write You a Poem (Or Equivalent Prose)

Of course, she hasn't had any takers yet, so she's feeling a little discouraged. But no matter! The point is, she's there, sitting and looking very prim and proper.




Looks can be deceiving, though she herself may not realize that yet.
thepurpledanger: A young Chinese woman with long hair. She is giving a side-eye that could cut glass. (Suspicion)

[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
And if that hurts like a broken rib, Gu Xiang is ignoring it. "He doesn't think of me that way," she says, confidently wrong. "So you'd better not make him regret his choice!"
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you also have to be strict!" She begins circling Esther now, studying her like an aunt sizing up a niece for the marriage market. She's very slender, but also very pretty. She'd have great reach if she studied the sword--but she has a scholar's muscles, not a swordswoman's. She'd get eaten alive in the jianghu unless she was very, very tricky. No, she's probably better suited to be a fine lady, the kind who writes beautiful calligraphy and dresses in beautiful gowns and gets waited on by demure handmaidens all day. She probably knows all of the polite ways to eat and never just puts her face next to the bowl and shovels rice in. "He needs firm, clear guidance. He's got a deficiency--he's the unluckiest man I've ever met. So you have to make sure he knows exactly what to do, every step, or he's going to mess it up somehow, and it's not his fault! He's just cursed or something."
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"What happened to you?" Gu Xiang asks immediately. "Was it before you came here? Or did it start when you got here?" If there's a bad-luck epidemic, she doesn't want to catch it!
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Gu Xiang reaches for Esther's wrist, feeling her pulse. She isn't sure what she's supposed to be feeling there--maybe a texture, like silk or like pearls moving under skin?--but all she feels is the steady thump of Esther's heartbeat against her fingers, and the radiant warmth of her petal-soft skin. Her own heart beats a little faster; she swallows. "If you've been feeling depressed, you might be deficient in yang energy, too," she says, letting Esther's wrist drop. "What are you eating?"
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"So it is a yang deficiency," says Gu Xiang triumphantly. "Just like Gaheris! I've been trying to fix it by changing what I fed him, but that was before I knew he was cursed."
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lots of meat! Lamb and kidneys especially--and onion and radish, and mussels, and walnuts. And plenty of garlic, ginger, and peppers, obviously. But it's like he's a sieve for yang energy. It just goes right through him." She sighs. "Something's probably wrong with his meridians, but I don't know how to fix that."
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"He isn't," Gu Xiang agrees readily. "He goes all red and starts leaking from his whole face when he eats anything spicier than garlic. It's very pathetic."
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, no wonder you're so feminine!" says Gu Xiang. "But you have to keep in balance! Even a pretty feminine girl like you needs to have some yang energy, or you'll waste away!"
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or at least onions, garlic, and kidneys," says Gu Xiang. "And vinegar, too! I can stir-fry some mustard greens and kidneys in vinegar for you!"
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Gu Xiang considers. A cake is cooked, so that's good, and it's sweet, which will help; however, a bean cake would be no good at all. But Esther probably means the kind of cakes that Gu Xiang's seen in the cafe, not the kind that Gu Xiang is used to. Gu Xiang's on weaker territory there. "Maybe a spiced nut cake," she allows grudgingly. "But not very much unless it has a lot of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger."
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[personal profile] thepurpledanger 2026-02-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"In summer--but in winter, it might make you worse. You need to stay warm, especially because you get cold easily." Gu Xiang tilts her head, then abruptly ducks a bow. "My name's Gu Xiang. What's yours?"