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queenofmoons67:
Summary: In a world where Jin Guangyao doesn’t just hand the faulty Cleansing to Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue’s death takes a little longer, and so does Nie Huaisang putting together the pieces—but when he does, the cultivators who died in the Sword Hall are still alive. And Nie Huaisang knows that if there’s anyone he can trust, it’s the men who swore themselves to be Nie brothers, to live and die at Nie Mingjue’s side.
AKA, in which Nie Huaisang isn’t alone. (Or, in which I say “if I can’t protect Nie Huaisang and make sure he gets out of this whole thing better than he does in canon, then the Nie disciples will just have to do it for me.”)
Nie Zonghui had managed to adjust to a lot of things, in the months since Nie Mingjue-zongzhu’s death.
There were the white robes and decorations, and then the white sashes—and just when he got used to all the white, they were back to the green and gold of the Nie Sect.
There was the lack of Nie Mingjue on the training grounds and in the halls. No robes whirling in angry swirls, or a voice barking in frustration one second and pride the next. No simple headpiece hiding a complicated pile of braids, and no guqin music floating on the wind. No bellows for Nie Huaisang.
And there was the absence of Nie Huaisang himself. He had always been absent on the best of days, preferring his own rooms and paintings to the openness of the training grounds. Nie Zonghui usually saw him at dinner, and maybe in the halls—or, if Nie Huaisang was unlucky, when Nie Zonghui was fetching him for Nie Mingjue. But Nie Huaisang had always been around, and he had never been hard to find.
Until now. Nie Huaisang had been named the new Sect Leader soon after his brother’s death, but in the months since, Nie Zonghui had only seen him a handful of times. He preferred his own rooms now more than ever, and if Nie Zonghui was being honest, the rest of the Nie Sect were inclined to let him.
No matter how upset at one another they got, all of the disciples knew that Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang had been close. If Nie Huaisang needed longer to mourn than propriety typically allowed, then so be it. No one in the Nie Sect would begrudge him that.
What all of this meant, though, was that Nie Zonghui had something even more unexpected and new to adjust to: Being called to Nie Huaisang’s rooms in the middle of the night.
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queenofmoons67:
Summary: In a world where Jin Guangyao doesn’t just hand the faulty Cleansing to Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue’s death takes a little longer, and so does Nie Huaisang putting together the pieces—but when he does, the cultivators who died in the Sword Hall are still alive. And Nie Huaisang knows that if there’s anyone he can trust, it’s the men who swore themselves to be Nie brothers, to live and die at Nie Mingjue’s side.
AKA, in which Nie Huaisang isn’t alone. (Or, in which I say “if I can’t protect Nie Huaisang and make sure he gets out of this whole thing better than he does in canon, then the Nie disciples will just have to do it for me.”)
Nie Zonghui had managed to adjust to a lot of things, in the months since Nie Mingjue-zongzhu’s death.
There were the white robes and decorations, and then the white sashes—and just when he got used to all the white, they were back to the green and gold of the Nie Sect.
There was the lack of Nie Mingjue on the training grounds and in the halls. No robes whirling in angry swirls, or a voice barking in frustration one second and pride the next. No simple headpiece hiding a complicated pile of braids, and no guqin music floating on the wind. No bellows for Nie Huaisang.
And there was the absence of Nie Huaisang himself. He had always been absent on the best of days, preferring his own rooms and paintings to the openness of the training grounds. Nie Zonghui usually saw him at dinner, and maybe in the halls—or, if Nie Huaisang was unlucky, when Nie Zonghui was fetching him for Nie Mingjue. But Nie Huaisang had always been around, and he had never been hard to find.
Until now. Nie Huaisang had been named the new Sect Leader soon after his brother’s death, but in the months since, Nie Zonghui had only seen him a handful of times. He preferred his own rooms now more than ever, and if Nie Zonghui was being honest, the rest of the Nie Sect were inclined to let him.
No matter how upset at one another they got, all of the disciples knew that Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang had been close. If Nie Huaisang needed longer to mourn than propriety typically allowed, then so be it. No one in the Nie Sect would begrudge him that.
What all of this meant, though, was that Nie Zonghui had something even more unexpected and new to adjust to: Being called to Nie Huaisang’s rooms in the middle of the night.
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