[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/357353496057610242/610215749059084354/yullian2.png[/img][/center] [center][hider=Second Header][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/611941566092804114/611985813223374878/9k.png?width=299&height=452[/img][/hider][/center] After being introduced to Yullian over a terrible supper, Song found it hard to go about her day regularly, too eager for the promises Yullian spoke to her. Eventually giving up on a regular day, she retreated back to her ‘humble’ room in the palace, content with simply waiting for nightfall and avoiding anyone who may jeopardize her giddy mood. A simple favour in exchange for the love of her life? How could she say no?! It was almost too good to be true! A seed of doubt planted itself in the fields of her heart - was it too good to be true? Was she about to say yes to a favour that would impact her life for the worse? Would she have to act out pranks in the divine’s name? The seed sprouted a painful thorn, but the heart retaliated viciously. No! No matter what she would have to do, as long as Yullian held up their end of the bargain, it would be worth it in the end! Accelerated thumps in her chest brutalised what remained of the doubt. “Urangtai,” she whispered quietly to herself and giggled. “Hello there, miss,” A silky woman’s voice all but whispered, the alabaster head of a handsome middle-aged woman poking into her room, “Do you have a minute?” Song snapped out of her trance and spun around with a quiet ‘eep!’ “O-oh! Sorry, uh-- Sure!” She went over to the door, eyes looking down in light embarrassment. Crinkles formed in the corner of the woman’s eyes as she smiled and stepped into the room. Without saying anything,she quietly closed the door behind them and pressed an ear to it for a moment, “I think we are as alone as can be...” her voice sang the last few syllables. Putting their fists on their sides and standing upright, the woman cleared her throat, “Right-o then, lassie. We have a man to woo, don’t we?” Song blinked. “Wuh-what did you say?” “Don’t play silly,” The woman sneered, “We agreed that we would make your lovely lover fall head over heels for your very voice, image, what have you in return for a little diddy of a thing later on, remember?” “Wait, did you hear tha--” Song stopped herself. “Your Holiness, is that you?!” Yullian winked and adjusted her dress, “The one and only. You’ll find that a god such as myself isn’t bound by the restrictions of physicality, how better for you to have yourself in my favor, eh?” “Not bound by-... I mean, yes! I’m really happy, I mean, honoured to be in your favour. No, wait, honoured that you find me worthy! Snap, I sound like great-uncle Wenbo…” Song scratched her scalp in frustration. “I’ve seen the old codger and I have to say you’re much more fun,” Yullian offered idly before tapping her chin, “That gives me an idea for later.” She shook her head, “But for now, I’ve put plenty of thought into my favorite mortal’s plight and I think I have come up with a several step plan to snag your smoocher.” All confusion and agitation evaporated like water on lava and Song’s face was inches from Yullian’s in seconds, grinning so broadly one would think her lower jaw would fall off. “Tell me!” “Look at you,” Yullian poked Song’s nose, “Adorable... like a kitten.” Taking a step back Yullian folded her arms, “Well the first step is rather simple, and you’re going to help me do it -- shouldn’t be more than a fraction of a minute.” Closing her eyes with almost a smug aura, “I’m going to unlock my true godly potential and peer into the minds of mortals -- with yours to start...” She trailed, “Is that okay?” “Peer into--” Yullian waved a hand and laughed, “It doesn’t really matter, I’ve already done it.” They kept their eyes closed and made a few exaggerated ‘oh’ and ‘oo’ faces, “My, he is a handsome one isn’t he?” Song shook her head and covered her temples, her face rouging like a ripening mango. “You-you didn’t see everything about him, right?! RIGHT?!” “Oh, of course not,” Yullian softly reassured, “I’m not the type to peek.” Song swallowed. “Y-you mean it, right?” “So here is what I’m thinking for our first step,” Yullian put a friendly hand on Song’s shoulder, “Do you like to bake?” There came a hum. “Yeeeeaaah, yeah, I suppose.” “Good, good,” Yullian nodded, “Because you know what they say -- the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Yullian leaned in, “I just made that up right now, pretty good, huh?” “Is it really? Wait, so does that mean that when Urangtai eats other women’s cooking--” Her black eyes might as well have been sickly green from the envy they scowled out into the air. “Tell me more.” “After he tries my very special baking I made in your place, I don’t think he will be eating any other woman’s cooking,” Yullian tapped her chin and waved a hand. Suddenly a platter of silver completely smothered in steaming cookies appeared in her hand, “The first step is simple -- just give him these cookies. Make sure he eats all of them, now, at all costs -- understand?” Song eyed the plate. “That’s a lot of cookies. What will I do if he doesn’t want all of them? Can I help him?” “I don’t see why not, a little sharing helps a relationship bloom after all,” Yullin tapped their chin, “But no more than four for you, got it?” Yullian’s face softened and they hooked an arm around Song, “Listen, Song, Wen Song, the one and only -- You love Urangtai, yes?” “With all my being,” Song confirmed. “I know, I can feel it on you, I really can,” Yullian nodded, “Don’t you think...” Yullian stopped and bit their lip, “Well what I mean to say is, don’t you think it is about time he shows you juuuuust a little in return? Surely eating a rather tasty plate of cookies is the least he can do, no?” Song tapped her chin. “... You do make a very good point.” She took the plate in her hands. “Perfect,” Yullian grinned, “Now remember, only four for you -- the rest for your lover to be. Oh! And save one for me, I am a sucker for taking the last cookie.” Yullian rolled her eyes, “Well off you go!” Song nodded eagerly and spun around, charging at the door like she held a grudge against it. “Oh one last thing,” Yullian suddenly piped up, “Keep in mind this is but one step in our little foray, keep the faith.” Yullian winked. It was uncertain whether Song truly had heard them, for she was already out of the door by the time their sentence had gotten to “little”. [hr] Moksha was clear in the night sky and Urangtai has just pushed his final steps of his journey. His entire body ached from a long day in the fields, his mind aching even more with desire to be working at the smithy instead (a task rather hard without ore). He longed to try his hand at metal, he truly did. He put one hand on the face of his door, his youthful frame slouched with exhaustion, “What a day.” He yawned and pushed the door in. Stumbling into the cold house he had claimed amid the residential quarters of the city, he fumbled past the tinder he kept on his table -- sure he wouldn’t need it if he just went straight to bed after his wash. With a groan followed ever step, he made his way to the small room where he kept a clean wash basin and plunged his head into it. His alabaster hair blossomed around in the water, only to slap against him as he pulled himself out for a breath of air. “Snap.” He craned his neck and tugged his shirt off. Slapping a palm onto his wash rag and dipping it into the cold water, he lifted an arm and went to scrub his rather odorous underarm when he suddenly heard the squeak of his door. “Hm?” He hummed loudly, “Who’s there?” “Uraaaaang!” came a melodious call, followed by the nutty smell of baked goods. Urangtai flinched, what was she doing here... at this hour!? He scrunched his nose, “Song! It’s a little late, don't you think? I was just washing up for bed.” He paused, “Wait how did you know this was my house?” “Late? No-no-no! Never too late for a midnight snack!” she offered happily as she walked into the wash-room and nearly shoved the plate into his hands. “Here! I made these for you!” Urangtai flinched as the hot plate was shoved into his bare chest. He made a face, his wash rag slopping onto the floor with a wet slap. “Song...” Urangtai looked over the smiling woman, “I’m not very-” He hesitated, her eyes boring straight into him, her smile faltering only slightly as he spoke, “What I mean to say is, I’m not very hun-” He lifted the plate, “That’s a lot of cookies.” “Don’t worry, I’ll help you eat them,” Song giggled helpfully and picked one up to feed him. “Open up and say ‘aah’.” “I just- ppbt” He scrunched his head back on his neck, “Can I get dressed first?” “Why? It’s just a snack,” she smiled back and allowed herself to ogle him for a moment. Urangtai rolled his eyes, “Come on,” He sucked in a sigh and walked out of the wash-room and into the large dining room that sat silent. It was spacious and rather empty, save for a small kitchen area and a thick wooden table with four chairs. He pulled one out for Song and placed the cookies on the surface of the table. “Stay here,” He looked at her intensely, hoping his words would sink, “I’m going to get a fresh shirt.” Song looked a bit disappointed, but nodded with a quiet, “okay”. Urangtai slipped into his dark bedroom, closing the door behind him. He slapped a hand to his forehead and looked forward dumbly. In the room, lit only by the starlight outside, he longingly looked at his messy bed -- his body creaking and protesting. He puckered his lips, how he longed to feel his pillow. He took a step forward, eager to touch the fluff of the fibers. “Uraaaaaaaang?” He closed his eyes and begrudgingly snatched a shirt from an idle chair, why was he putting up with this. He pulled his shirt on and walked back out into the dining room. Song seemed to beam like heliopolis when he came back. Judging from the crumbs on the tabletop, she had already had a cookie. She made an innocent face and giggle. “Sorry, I had one. They’re just so tasty - and for you!” “I... bet,” Urangtai sat down carefully across the table from her. He pinched one of the cookies into his fingers and lifted it lazily -- Song’s eyes following his every move. He took a crumbling bite, the cookie having a snap to it as well as a warm and chewy texture. He made a face, “These are really good.” “Because I made them with my special handsome Urangtai in mind,” Song winked. “Have some more!” Urangtai shrugged and had two more, “So...” He started awkwardly, munching on a third, “Just felt like making night-time baked goods, huh?” Song blinked, then nodded eagerly. “W-well, of course! Y’know, found some leftover flour, some nuts, some water. You know I really like to bake - it’s weird that I don’t do this more often, really.” “No!” Urangtai said a bit too fast, “I mean, if you do it too much, it won’t be special any more, right.” He put a half eaten fifth cookie back on the platter and folded his hands, “but... uh... thank you.” Song’s eyes went sparkly. “You think this is special?” Her cheeks flushed. “You make me so happy, Urang.” “Oh,” Urangtai sunk in his seat, “But like as happy as your family and friends make you, yeah?” Song cocked her head to the side and frowned. “N-no, Urang - a little happier than that. Way happier, actually.” “Well,” Urangtai gulped, “Thank you for the cookies, really, but I think I’m feeling full.” “Oh, come ooooon. Have another! Here, I’ll take another one to help you out.” Song reached for her second cookie. Urangtai made a helpless face and held up his hands. “I don’t know, Song, it’s late and my stomach really is full -- I worked all day,” He shook his head, “They are good though, don’t think they aren’t. Best I’ve ever had, really.” Song’s face flashed frustration momentarily and recovered into a slightly uncanny grin. “W-well, are you sure? They’ll be stale tomorrow.” “Maybe one more,” Urangtai tucked a slant into his cheek, “But really, I’m not that hungry.” He snatched another cookie and nibbled at it slowly. “Oh, since when did ‘being hungry’ give you a reason not to eat cookies?” Song defended with a forced laugh. “Haaa.” Urangtai’s eyes betrayed a certain fright as he finished his cookie and stood up. In a desperate move, Song leapt to her feet, grabbed as many cookies as she could hold in her hands and thrust her hands towards Urangtai, holding them still before his frozen stature. “Please! Just a few more! There aren’t even that many left!” “Song,” Urangtai’s eyes widened even more, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but are you feeling alright?” “Amazing, how about you?” she replied as if she wasn’t currently holding cookies against his throat like a myriad of knives. Urangtai took a step back and held up two palms, “I’m... tired, I think.” “Eating helps you fall asleep, I’ve heard,” Song replied and took a step closer. “Why... why are you so insistent I eat all these cookies?” Urangtai felt a thud as his back hit the wall. “Because you will-- I mean, I made them for you and spent a really long time doing so!” Song sucked in a breath. “Now eat.” “I- I don’t want to eat,” Urangtai’s eyes were so wide he was almost cross eyed. Song pulled away as if stabbed. “W-why do you hate my cookies so much? Is it because -I- made them? Do you hate me? You hate me, don’t you?” Tears began to well up in her eyes. “No! No that’s not it,” Urangtai waved his hands. “Oh, are you denying it now? I’ve seen the way you look at--” She choked on her tears. “-- other women. I bet you would eat Meiyun’s cookies for hours!” “That doesn’t even make sen- what?” Urangtai grasped for words, “Song, we aren’t even...” He looked at her tear stained face and gulped, “Fine, what if I have a few more?” The tears dried up like they had been seared with a blow torch and Song’s sobs gave way to relieved giggles as she neatly plated the cookies in her hands and offered the plate back to Urangtai. “That makes me so happy to hear!” “Okay but after, you have to leave,” Urangtai tried on a stern voice, “Okay?” He picked up a cookie. Song hung her head. “... Only if you eat every single one,” she pouted, then blinked. “Oh, wait, every single one but, uh, one!” Urangtai was already two cookies in, “Whash?” He said through the crumbs as he stuffed another one into his mouth, leaving two on the plate. Song stared into his frightened eyes and sighed. “Oh, you are so adorable when you eat…” Urangti’s brow fell as he swallowed, his hand reaching for the final two, eager to get this over with. Song suddenly remembered what she had just said and slapped the cookie out of his left hand. “NOT THAT ONE!” “Ow!” Urangtai said, nearly choking on his final cookie, “What was that for?” Song blinked. “Uh! Uhm! That-... Thaaaat one’s foooor… Mom! Yeah! That one’s for mom. Gotta save one for mom, am I right? Mom’s always happy to get a cookie, and wouldn’t wanna disappoint mom!” “I guess,” Urangtai wiped his sleeve over his mouth, “Cookie’s are all done, then, yeah? No more surprises?” “Surprises? Oh, sure! Yeah, no more of those! I promise!” Song replied eagerly, though squinting eyes kept scanning Urangtai searchingly. Urangtai wore a confused face, “Um, shall I walk you out, then?” Song slowly pulled away, wearing a wholly disappointed expression. “... Yeah, I guess.” She tucked the clay plate under her arm and followed Urangtai to the door. There, she turned to him in the doorway and made a shy smile. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” “T-thank you?” Urangtai seemed at a loss of what he was witnessing. Song giggled sweetly. “Let’s see each other again some time.” Then, she remained standing in the doorway, simply staring at Urangtai’s face with the same searching expression and half the smile. “M-maybe,” Urangtai leaned back, “I’m going to be busy lately though, how about I let you know?” “You definitely will, though, right?” “You’ll know!” Urangtai forced a smile and backed into his house. “Will you tell me yourself?” Song pleaded and began to step back towards the door. “Oh, of course,” Urangtai quickly agreed, nodding, “Goodnight?” “[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpo-DOF8H1c]You promise[/url]?” “Uh, yeah,” Urangtai put a hand on the door and slowly started to close it, “See you later, then.” “Alright, make good on your promise now!” she managed to say just before the door was slammed shut and locked. Urangtai’s eyes widened in post-shock and he slowly walked into his dimly lit house, wishing he had a roaring fire and maybe a shield or two. His heart was pounding and his stomach was queasy. “What did she put in those cookies,” He twisted slightly, “I think I ate way too many.” [hr] [hider=Summary] Song goes home early, too excited to seduce Urangtai once and for all. Yullina shows up as a middle aged woman. They discuss their plan, and Yullian gains the ability to read mortal minds. She then gives Song a plate of cookies and tells her that Urangtai must eat every single one of them for the first step of her plan. Song breaks into Urangtai’s house and essentially forces him to eat a lot of cookies, we end on a creepy note where urangtai’s stomach hurts and Song is like O-O [/hider] [hider=might] Yullian: 2MP 4FP 1mp spent on the ability to read mortal minds 0mp spent on special cookies, discounted with the mischief port. Find out what they do next time (shhhh ;) ) Yullian: 1MP 4FP [/hider]