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thingwithfeathers2022-12-18 08:07 pm
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a pillar for my enemies (The King's Avatar, Huang Shaotian, G)
Title: a pillar for my enemies
Rating: G
Word Count: 303
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: The King's Avatar
Characters: Huang Shaotian
Warnings: None
Summary: I write holiday flashfics as gifts for my friends. This is one of them! Forfickle. The prompt I used was "Should Have Known Better" by Sufjan Stevens, but the song basically had nothing to do with the fic in the end.
Huang Shaotian is a bright star on the battlefield, a comet. Troubling Rain darts here and there, armor sparkling, sword flashing as it slices through the air with lethal efficiency. This group match has gone badly: Shaotian is the last one standing from Blue Rain and thre players from the opposing team are closing in.
If anyone should be last, Shaotian thinks, it’s good that it’s him. He’s Blue Rain’s trump card, after all.
Shaotian’s posture is tense, hunched towards his computer screen. His hand moves with quick, tiny flickers of his mouse. His fingers dance across the keys, pausing for just a second to nail the timing before triggering his next skill. Troubling Rain ducks just out of range of a strike, punishing the other player with a brutal counter that sends her flying into her companions. Troubling Rain darts away again. Huang Shaotian’s head tips back, huffing a silent laugh.
His eyes are wide and unblinking as he takes in the screen before him, riding the audience’s building shouts, hungry with anticipation for his next move. Sometimes he’s okay with the talking ban during Alliance matches, because in moments like this the audience speaks for him. There’s no pressure like the force exerted by an audience turning against you—rooting for the underdog is just too rewarding.
Huang Shaotian plays it up, using a few Shadow Steps to leave afterimages in various flashy poses. The announcer’s voice reaches a hysterical pitch when he realizes the taunt, and the crowd roars as Troubling Rain leaps upward in a Rising Dragon Slash.
He can feel the tension and excitement in his teammates that sit on both sides of him, all still sitting quietly in their chairs. “Don’t worry,” he mutters with a wide grin, “I’ll finish this in five minutes,” and he does.
Rating: G
Word Count: 303
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: The King's Avatar
Characters: Huang Shaotian
Warnings: None
Summary: I write holiday flashfics as gifts for my friends. This is one of them! For
fickle. The prompt I used was "Should Have Known Better" by Sufjan Stevens, but the song basically had nothing to do with the fic in the end.Huang Shaotian is a bright star on the battlefield, a comet. Troubling Rain darts here and there, armor sparkling, sword flashing as it slices through the air with lethal efficiency. This group match has gone badly: Shaotian is the last one standing from Blue Rain and thre players from the opposing team are closing in.
If anyone should be last, Shaotian thinks, it’s good that it’s him. He’s Blue Rain’s trump card, after all.
Shaotian’s posture is tense, hunched towards his computer screen. His hand moves with quick, tiny flickers of his mouse. His fingers dance across the keys, pausing for just a second to nail the timing before triggering his next skill. Troubling Rain ducks just out of range of a strike, punishing the other player with a brutal counter that sends her flying into her companions. Troubling Rain darts away again. Huang Shaotian’s head tips back, huffing a silent laugh.
His eyes are wide and unblinking as he takes in the screen before him, riding the audience’s building shouts, hungry with anticipation for his next move. Sometimes he’s okay with the talking ban during Alliance matches, because in moments like this the audience speaks for him. There’s no pressure like the force exerted by an audience turning against you—rooting for the underdog is just too rewarding.
Huang Shaotian plays it up, using a few Shadow Steps to leave afterimages in various flashy poses. The announcer’s voice reaches a hysterical pitch when he realizes the taunt, and the crowd roars as Troubling Rain leaps upward in a Rising Dragon Slash.
He can feel the tension and excitement in his teammates that sit on both sides of him, all still sitting quietly in their chairs. “Don’t worry,” he mutters with a wide grin, “I’ll finish this in five minutes,” and he does.