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[center [font "batang che" A leather-bound hand would raise to the fabric of the tent, raising the flap into an open position; the starlight filtering in through, partially illuminating the war table within. Ma Dai would turn his head to the guardsmen stationed there, now resting upon spears as they so clearly fought slumber. He had estimated they remained several hours past what they intended, well into the evening - when the tent should have been empty, allowing them to rest. A pang of guilt struck his heart, as he reached with a free hand to clasp the shoulder of the nearest guard. "Don't worry of our Chancellor. I'll take care of him. Consider yourselves relieved," he would chuckle as they thanked him profusely before wobbling off. With a little smile he would watch after them, ensuring they retreated without being bothered for another task.]]
[center [font "batang che" Only then, would he slip into the entrance of the war tent. Toeing his boots against the flooring a moment as he released the tentflap, obscuring himself from sight as well as darkening the room.He would glance up, across the far side of the table within the center of the room. His gaze fell upon Zhuge Liang, bent toward the entryway of the tent - toward himself - however, immersed within various scrolls and maps that were scattered around the table. He remained in full, formal posture; though one whom knew the Chancellor well may note that his shoulders appeared slightly tense and his skin a shade paler than usual; his dark, focused, enchanting gaze was unwavering - but beneath it were dark circles beginning to form. He noted several lanterns were placed here and there, most of which were burnt out - the few remaining flickered dimly, starved from their hours of work without fuel. The culprit of whom left the lights neglected hadn't appeared to take notice of Ma Dai's entrance, though he knew better; if anything, his presence had been expected. From the number of lights, it appeared Zhuge Liang had been tirelessly working without break for at least six hours - and Ma Dai had not seen him at dinner. A little section of the table was filled with neatly stacked scrolls, positioned next to a small lantern; he approached this, glancing over notes and recognizing the writing of Jiang Wei. It was uncertain, but he assumed the Prodigy had retired himself no less than one hour prior. A frown cast itself like a shadow over his expression, drooping his naturally cheery face with concern as his brows furrowed. This situation had been reoccurring, this night had been toward the end of the third week of this behaviour. "My Lord," he would call softly to gain his attention. In response, he spotted the great fan that the Chancellor held to flutter slowly; a wordless beckon. Ma Dai would follow without hesitation, doing as he believed he were bid - stepping toward the man as he leaned over his shoulder. Permitting his chin to fall against the strategist, for a moment. " ..His heart fluttered within his chest and he drew in a breath, hesitating. " .. Kongming."]]
[center [font "batang che" To his satisfaction, the rare use of the style name had earned him the other's attention to be re-directed from his work; though, no words were shared between the two - for none were needed. A silent exchange of glances, inclusive of his own gaze widening as his brows furrowed to convey his silent plea of concern - met with a slow, shifting gaze toward the table.]]
[center [font "batang che" Ma Dai would respond to the silent refusal with a lighter expression, following the glance to a scroll. He studied it for a moment, pulling away to step toward Jiang Wei's notes - he filtered through them for a moment, before pushing a scroll toward the Chancellor. Carefully, Ma Dai would watch him - taking in every subtle movement of his lips and brows, noticing his breath easing just slightly. Items that he would not notice, had he not spent so long within the man's presence; searching for ways through his emotionless barrier, so that he might assist in easing him. It was what Ma Dai did best. And so, he was capable of noticing slight differences within him - such as the little wrinkle at the edge of his eye disappearing, to note he held less tension. Something within the offered scroll had answered a question, or assisted him in some form - it was apparent he had been too exhausted to note it.]]
[center [font "batang che" "I am impressed with his manner of insight.. and of your own, Ma Dai."]]
[center [font "batang che" As the words fell upon his ears, his heart was filled for a moment. To another, the tone of which Zhuge Liang had spoken in would appear natural. Yet, he had caught upon the sheer over-exertion riddled within the tone. "You know," he would begin to counter, "my assistance does come with a price .. my Lord." He would shoot back in a lazily playful manner, leaning toward the more talented of the two. Posturing a hand upon the table, as he would lean upon that hand.]]
[center [font "batang che" "Indeed. I know of what you seek, from m--"]]
[center [font "batang che" "--- You're kept up these nights with thinking of the future," Ma Dai would boldly interrupt. He withdrew his position, raising his hand to the back of his head as his weight shifted from foot to foot; harmless, for he hadn't intended offence. "Mapping the stars.. laying the framework for our lord's future.." he would cease his movements as he spoke, thoughtfully. Only then to be interjected with,]]
[center [font "batang che" "Then, you are awa--"]]
[center [font "batang che" Ma Dai would lower his hand from the back of his head, gesturing to silence Zhuge Liang, before continuing. "Don't you think that what's written here," he would open his hand and with a flick of his wrist motion to the table, "is better viewed from out there?" He questioned, turning to point toward the entrance - beyond the top of the tent, toward the sky. "My Lord, your brilliance is as bright... and as beautiful.. as those stars. But even the brightest star, can be covered by clouds.. and a drop or two of rain might seem like an overbearing storm. Aren't you trying to find a way for our Lord to shine, even in the light of day? Like this.. our Lord is more concerned for you, than he is concerned with governing. You are one of his people."]]
[center [font "batang che" He had certainly been aware that he was stepping within the lines of insubordination; certainly overstepping himself, however he knew that there was little other way to get through the iron-clad defences of the Chancellor. With a heavy, tired sigh that escaped his lips and vented his concerns, he reached to remove his hat from his head - placing it upon the table, covering several items upon it; but he paid it no mind. Ma Dai was certain that his words may have been the beginning of a disagreement between the two of them, despite his best efforts. He had wished to tread carefully, assisting the Chancellor for a short while before coercing him to retire.. yet he had seen the state the man was in, and he wound up speaking too freely. As such, he would not shy from consequence for his actions.]]
[center [font "batang che" Instead, it would appear that he instead earned silence - yet the atmosphere had not tensed. His words had not driven in so disrespectfully, as he had thought they might be taken; he then scolded himself. Zhuge Liang would be more than capable, even within an exhausted state, to read his intentions and concerns.. and to even predict his very words, long before Ma Dai had even thought of them. Would an apology be required? Tentatively, he glanced toward the man, who was once more gazing toward the table. This prompted Ma Dai to step forward, swaggering slightly between each foot as he approached the other. He would reach for his waist with one hand, and for his arm with the other; seeking to remove the fan from his grasp. He was met with resistance, for such an item was of such great importance - yet he refused to relent, guiding Liang to rest it upon the table, just next to his hat. He then sought to meet the gaze of those darker, calculating hues.]]
[center [font "batang che" Nothing occured for several moments, before Zhuge Liang unwillingly relinquished the fan, releasing it upon the table. To Ma Dai, it was an exceptional display of trust and affection; his heart began to pound within his chest and his lips parted, softly releasing his breath in a slightly quicker manner. In turn, Ma Dai eased Zhuge Liang to turn his back upon the table by the hand upon his waist. The other would move from his hand, cautiously sliding up the clothed arm toward his shoulder - then lifting, so that the back of his own hand might trace against the side of Zhuge Liang's jaw. ]]
[center [font "batang che" His breath had seized and his heart appeared to have stopped, as time slowed to nothing - for as he stroked upon that jawline, the man had eased; his eyes falling closed with a flutter of long, feminine lashes. To some degree, or so it had appeared, he had allowed his guard to drop.. for he took one step toward Ma Dai, as if seeking the comfort of his arms. Of course, he had been more than overjoyed to oblige. He leaned toward his peaceful lover, lips brushing upon his cheeks in whispers of almost-kisses. The hand upon his jaw would turn, taking the tip of his chin between his fingers; prompting Zhuge Liang to partially open his eyes. The sight enchanted Ma Dai, as the lights had grown more dim; flickering shadows across his beautiful features. Before him was some form of ethereal being. Unable to help himself, he leaned in, his lips pressing to Zhuge Liang's own. Passionately remaining for several moments, before reluctantly pulling away, to find that his beloved's hand had rested upon his chest. His body filled with heat as his cheeks had flushed, the corners of his lips turning upward into a soft, yet proud smile, as his forehead rested to his lover's own. " .. Come rest with me, my Liang.."]]
  Daiji / 290d 18h 1m 7s
[center [font "batang che" "Am I to find it endearing that you harbour doubt, of my capabilities?" Lovely locks as bright as his attitude and the colour of sunshine would sway, as the rookpiece leaned in. Far too close for what would have been anyone's comfort, as cheeks would brush. A delicate hand dressed in fine, dark material would drum in sequence upon her shoulder. "Though I would be lying to state that I do not find great pleasure in your suffering," with a cock of his head and a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of his lips, he would giggle with delight. "You see," he began with a thoughtful expression. "It has not escaped me that there are many of us whom are now laid to rest.. " his brilliant gaze would fan across the room, falling upon several individuals tucked in carefully to their cozy beds. " .. Albeit, some forcefully." Like a triggered lightswitch, his tone would darken as he focused upon the dim corner within the room -- all but cluttered with coffins. Some were carefully composed of glass and decorated, tucked to the walls or standing so that one might peer upon a loved individual's resting face. Others were of wood, stained with fluids - or nailed shut and shaking with silent pleas to be released. Others were empty, their intended occupants sprawled across the floor.. some lifeless, some without the will to continue on, others forcefully placed into a comatose - unknown if it would be temporary or permanent. "Ahhh," he would sigh in a dramatic manner as a hand lifted to press just above his brow - the other supporting his elbow, as his hip jutted to the side. "I have no intention to be counted amongst those whom were weakened enough to fail to do their duty. Oh? I appear to have hit a nerve with such a comment." He chuckled, entirely undeterred. "Then, you shall understand that my interest is to not provide service to you. I am to cater to the requirements of my Queenpiece - whom requires me. I shall hear no more of your excuses, or snivelling. Let us continue, shall we not? Hmhm~ That's it~"]]
  |♖| / Daiji / 307d 18h 34m 43s

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