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A Civil Campaign: A Comedy of Biology and Manners is a science fiction novel by American writer Lois McMaster Bujold, first published in September 1999. Maybe he’d lock the doors and sit in front of the mirror to try it on. “Be sure you follow all the rules. Uncle Jiang Cheng had been right the whole time. Hmph. “I guess .” And then, a moment later, “We could keep going, though, if you wanted.”, It was as if every single uncle that Jin Ling had--too many for any reasonable person to tolerate--appeared in his head at once and screamed at him not to do it (except for Uncle Wei Wuxian, who was only standing off to one side of his mental landscape and laughing to himself. The second mark for each example should be awarded for supporting detail selected from the source. “The koi pond was installed by my great grandfather,” Jin Ling said, his chest puffed up with pride. “Fuck the grain tariffs,” he said, in a breathy tone that somehow suggested the grain tariffs were, very possibly, himself. After three months, Jin Ling went back to Lotus Pier. Wei Wuxian thought for a moment, set aside the bottle, put his elbows on the table, laced his fingers together, and leaned forward. Forgets the last couple.”. Maybe he’d be sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the comb. Jin Ling cringed and bowed so low that his sleeves, even tied up, got wet. Although most fans tweeting the hashtag #GiveCaptainAmericaABoyfriend don't expect it to become a reality (certainly not anytime soon), Steve actually is a great candidate for … This was exactly as expected. Running, after all, was also forbidden. Buy him… I don’t know. Whoever he is, it’s hard to imagine someone that could possibly be good enough for my A-Ling.” And that made Jin Ling scoff and swipe at him so that Uncle Wei had to dance back out of reach, laughing. “There’s a couple things in my life that I’m never going to be able to forgive myself for. “Lan Sizhui is night hunting. His voice sounded rough. Sizhui whirled towards him. Sizhui clutched it reflexively to his chest. “There’s no current, so it probably hasn’t gotten pushed aside. You’re such a good friend, A-Ling. A comb.”, “Ah!” Jin Ling said, sitting up quite straight. Well,” he said, standing up and brushing out the skirts of his robes. Sizhui took his face between his cool hands and Jin Ling felt like he was about to burst into flame or shatter into a hundred thousand pieces like a delicate porcelain vase flung against a stone floor. “Now, if you don’t need me for anything else, I have to go get ready for negotiations tomorrow and break into the Lan administrative offices so I can rifle through their ledgers and record books. Sizhui beamed at him then, and tucked the comb away in his belt-pouch, and Jin Ling collected what remained of his dignity in both hands and finished the garden tour. “Yes,” said Sizhui, and then he held out his hand. Lan Sizhui. It is a part of the Vorkosigan Saga, and is the thirteenth full-length novel in publication order. Could it possibly get worse? Underneath the table, Wei Wuxian tweaked a finger against his knee. An ill choice could mean disaster. Jin Ling pushed him away firmly and thought of absolutely nothing, nothing at all, nothing whatsoever, because if he let even a single whisper of a thought into his head, it was going to be a lewd one and then that was it, everything was over. “I came all this way. He saw their eyes flick over him, up and down, almost in unison, and then scan over the crowd behind him, Jin gold and the scattering of Jiang purple. “Too nervous to eat?” he said. “You didn’t do that.”, “No, I didn’t,” Wei Wuxian said, very quietly. “I won’t believe you until you call me A-Yuan again.”. “Okay. Don’t know what Sizhui sees in you, honestly.”. Then he realized that every person in the room had been played. He praised the long and noble glory of the Jin sect like he’d been paid to do it. “Well, never mind. “It was only a suggestion.”. He turned the cuffs up as neatly as he could and pulled on his gold-and-cream outer-robe with the Jin sigil on the shoulders and looked down at himself. I’m the best uncle ever. But…”, Sizhui folded his hands in his lap. Any moment. Wei Wuxian shook a finger at him. Jin Ling gloried in a little frizzle of excitement. “Yes, that’s a good idea! “You called me, Hanguang-jun?”, “Yes.” Hanguang-jun gave Jin Ling a long, cold look, and then turned his attention back to Sizhui. “A-Ling. He picked up the bottle and drank again. Wei Wuxian made a noise that Jin Ling definitely never wanted to hear again. “Shut up!” Jin Ling said, trying to shove him away, but Wei Wuxian only slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, cackling. “None.”. He looked at Sizhui. “This never happened. It is included in the 2008 omnibus Miles in Love. Case study of vanitas ao3 Solar powered water purifier research paper. “But you have to come along for moral support, or it’ll make us look bad.”. When he was asleep, he was dreaming of Sizhui. He visited Lotus Pier as soon as he could, before the week was out, and when he sat down to a meal with his uncle, he put his hands on his knees, tipped up his chin proudly, and said, “I have an announcement.”, “Oh,” Uncle said, chewing a bit of  lotus root thoughtfully. They’d have to be likable. “It’s…” And then, delicately, he said, “My shijie used to sing it for me, when I was unhappy.”. He took a shaky breath, his eyes stinging. Wei Wuxian let himself in the second time and shook Jin Ling awake by the shoulder. “It’s about--” He didn’t have words for it. I’m sorry I broke my oath. Unless one of the fish tried to eat it.”, “Lan Sizhui! I’m having no part of this.”. His voice was thick with emotion, but he was keeping it off his face, nearly as stony as Hanguang-jun. With a flick of his hand, he sent a paperman talisman shooting out the door, dart-fast. Jin Ling gave him a calm look and said, in as close to an imitation of Hanguang-jun’s tones as he could, “Lying is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.”, Sizhui’s cheeks went pink again. Any missteps had been forgiven, then. “Why are you here? For Age of Empires III: The Asian Dynasties on the PC, a GameFAQs message board topic titled "Change home city's level and skill points without farming XP through Skirmish". I already said.”. “You wore that yesterday.”, “I didn’t bring luggage,” Jin Ling said, bleary. Put these on.” He dropped a pile of fabric on Jin Ling’s head. Jin Ling was not about to be polite and correct to the madman who had wandered into his house without invitation, trampling all over the bounds of propriety and respect. I suppose you’re going to accuse me of having forgotten some trivial matter? So there had been one slight bump on the path--perhaps all this not quite as easy as he’d thought it would be, but considering how much of an idiot he’d been, it was the best outcome he could expect. “Alright,” Sizhui said. No harm done. Jin Ling could feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest. Sizhui had found time to scrub off the dust of the road and change into fresh robes, and he looked as perfect and composed as a white crocus blooming in the snow. civil engineer. And yet...”, “He did,” Jin Ling whispered. I don't normally put things from AO3 on goodreads but with this being original and a full novel I thought I'd get away with it. Good. The Lan will take any excuse to turn their noses up at you and decide you don’t meet the standards. They only had to wait a few minutes, and then Sizhui strode into the room, immaculate and beautiful as ever, with a stubborn expression on his face. Advance messengers announced them, and Jin Ling ran out to the courtyard to meet the group, closely followed by Uncle Jiang and a few members of their retinues. There are people watching you, lives that depend on you. “But I thought it’d be gauche to lead with that. He looked up, guiltily, from the middle of the pond. You don’t even need to send word, you can just show up if you want. Sizhui and the juniors arrived, as expected, the following morning. He had been accused of impulsiveness often enough that he was sick of it, but even he could see that this was one time to use strategy and tactics, like a cunning general commanding his troops. “I told you why I couldn’t take your side.”, “Uncle,” he said, and for a heartbeat it seemed like even the bamboo outside stopped rustling, even the birds stopped singing, even the sun stopped in the sky. Wei Wuxian hummed, took a fresh sheet of paper, and used the edge of the desk to tear it into eight neat rectangles. You and Lan Sizhui will never have to see or think about me ever again. “Look. “Ah, he’s fine, he’s holding his own. “You’re allowed in. Jin Ling realized, with equal parts dismay and delight, that he’d been left alone in the room with Sizhui. Jin Ling fought down his impatience and impetuousness. “Hm?”, “Because he is a good sweet boy. I’ve enclosed an example of one without spiritual energy--if you can spot where my mistake is, I would be grateful. They went to Gusu. Jin Ling fought down another wave of instinct: Babble, chatter, bury the enemy in bluster and bravado until they were subdued. Where can I find Wei Wuxian?”, “Ah…” she said, giving him a strange look. “Well then. “Get the fuck out,” Wei Wuxian said with the barest sideways glance, and then he was throwing his eight talismans against the walls as Sizhui bodily hauled Jin Ling to his feet and scrambled for the door like the room was on fire. He was seated with his legs folded, his hands in his lap in the mudra of peace and mental tranquility, and he was scowling harder than Jin Ling had ever seen, his forehead all knotted up and his lips pressed together into a thin line. He must have gone quite deep, because when he opened his eyes again, the angle of the shadows had moved noticeably and Sizhui was sitting beside him reading a book. “Isn’t this nice? “Oh. Court him graciously, as I said. “Hanguang-jun, greetings.”. “I need to.”, Uncle took him by the arms and shook him a little. civil definition: 1. not military or religious, or relating to the ordinary people of a country: 2. relating to…. again? Sizhui didn’t. All those impressive names and titles and things, and he’s in love with A-Yuan. He bowed his head to the floor. I’ll find it, even if it takes all night.”, “Don’t throw my comb in the koi pond again.”, “In the Lan sect, it’s forbidden to break an oath.”. He turned in a swirl of white robes and stalked away. Jin Ling’s heart beat so hard in his chest that he could feel it against the backs of his ribs, and he had to fix his eyes on the table and bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moving. <3, Tumblr: @ariaste (where I am shitposting constantly)Twitter: @_alexrowland (where I am writing some good good original fantasy novels), Year_of_Summer, thepiemakerscompanion, pentalion, Ehann, Rusty_Angel, Io_Palladium, autumnramble, Josefinejja, DancingFangirlingBookworm, SquidOnGlitter, Ann7121, draycomalfoy, TakeMeToAnotherWorld, fromlovetolust, thisthattother, Brumhilde, obtuse, unwieldyblueberry, readmered, lazy_lousy_lizy_jane, FrostyTheSnowman, aisenga, JA9977, Hibyehan, Zarina25, Avanie, Aygeia, froggk0, Pastabarney, somerleigh, chibaken, 1bzwriter, jensownzoo, glowingfawn, greentapes, threedotsandacat, Himmel, ArmyOfElves, tomon2911, mastigiias, burgerwoes, Brucedacat, MaeveLuna, ThoughtfulMonsters, SepherinaCY, ViviLe, sskyeh, Silvertonguedmaiden, bandejacrowned, Book_lover43, I might be helping you.”, “What?” He slowly took his hand off the hilt of the sword. That isn’t the man I’m married to.”, “Want a worst-case scenario? He forced his hand to write without shaking, and forced himself to write down the words: Of course my offer of hospitality remains open to you and the other Lan disciples. Oh heaven. “Give me my comb.”, Many thanks to my groupchat for enabling me through the three-day fever dream of writing this. The Lan play politics as much as anyone else. “Let’s leave. He looked at the bottles on the table. Pull yourself together.”, “A-Ling,” Uncle said, more patient than he had sounded since Jin Ling had been knee-high on him. A marriage. “Why does everyone want to marry a Lan ?” he said, sounding utterly bewildered. I will go become a rogue cultivator in the wilderness.”, “Nice,” said Wei Wuxian, nodding approvingly. The Trump campaign's strategy to win in November and why it's a problem. He wanted to move. “What would you know, anyway?” he snapped. “I like the koi pond too,” he said in a rush. By law, the Office of Civil Defense formulates and implements the NDRRMP and ensures that the physical framework, social, economic and environmental plans of communities, cities, municipalities and provinces are consistent with such plan. The reply came almost too quickly to be believed. “Wei Ying.”, “Jin Rulan would like to offer himself in marriage to your son, Lan Sizhui.”. This is--the nicest thing I’ve ever gotten.”, “It’d be nicer if it was at all useful to you,” Jin Ling said bitterly. “So stop fucking this up for me.”. He told me to send it back to you.”, Jin Ling’s heart rose again, slowly and hopefully. Jin Ling was fairly sure it was a glare, anyway. Uncle probably had never been in love with anyone in his life, Jin Ling reflected wretchedly, watching him stride away down the hallway. Oh, and they pay the full initial cost of establishing mines at Qian’s Spring, plus all operational fees.”, “Silver,” Wei Wuxian said. Here! And besides, arguing with Lan Zhan is one of my very favorite things, right after looking at him, and talking to him, and kissing him, and taking off his--”. “I should get married.” He rose to his feet. “Now, no promises,” he said, softer and more serious. “If it pleases you, I would like to marry Lan Sizhui,” he said, still loud enough to be heard by everyone. Here it is!”. What else are you going to do? “But if you’re not in love with Sizhui then I’m not going to bother arguing your case.”, “What!” Jin Ling squawked. Personality, motives, philosophies, life experiences, goals both as a public and private individual… Everything you said, it won’t happen. It’s not just my life, it’s--hundreds, thousands of people’s lives that I just--”, “A-Ling,” Wei Wuxian said. “Sizhui, I’m sorry.”. “But then I thought it might upset you, if I decided that I didn’t… like it.”. He bowed deep to Hanguang-jun, to Wei Wuxian at his side, to Sizhui on the other. “And then I… pretended like I’d forgotten, and he didn’t ask me about it, so I just… didn’t wear it. Get out of my house.”. His heart thudded again, wrenching--and for a whisper of a moment that felt too horribly presumptuous for words, he felt a lump come into his throat at the thought of Hanguang-jun, of what he’d endured, of his faith and loyalty which had not once ever wavered. His voice when he spoke was low and serious. He held out his hand. Jin Ling told him about how his heart hadn’t felt right in days, and maybe it wasn’t love--maybe he was just actually dying--about how he’d gone to his other uncle and been denied, about going to the Burial Mounds to look at the barren empty landscape, about how he’d stood on the doorstep of the Cloud Recesses since the blue part of dawn because he was scared. Sizhui slammed the door closed after them and leaned on it, palms pressed together and eyes shut tight, fervently praying, “Please remember number eight, please remember number eight,” under his breath. “Oi. “Give it here, we’ll throw it away.”, “No,” Sizhui squeaked. They’d be forced to see him as an adult, and then he’d have a partner on his side, someone to stand with him against all of the boring ministers and all the insidious secret enemies who thought they'd do a better job--. “No!” Jin Ling said. Politically! You’ll want someone pretty, and smart--but maybe not too smart--and obedient, and kind--a talented cultivator, of course--”, “I,” Jin Ling said grandly, “have already made a list. The thick, horrible lump had come back into his throat again. And as quickly as it had vanished, so too did all his fury and rage, leaving only a hollow ache in his chest. He shook out his sleeves and bowed again, deeper, to Sizhui and Hanguang-jun, who was quietly holding up his wretched husband by the arm so he didn’t fall over from mirth. Wei Wuxian frowned. Really all of this was going incredibly well. Jin Ling eyed him carefully. “What’s the point of it, just sitting in a box here in Lanling where you can’t even look at it?”, Sizhui let out a long breath and glanced at him, smiling a little. Marking instructions Award 1 mark for each valid inference up to a maximum of two inferences. Everything, in fact, had not been going well at all, he now saw. In 2016, Civil was founded on a moonshot mission to create a blockchain-based media platform for trustworthy journalism owned and operated by the public. “If you don’t like it,” he said, and was relieved to hear that he sounded careless and unshaken, “then I’ll get you another one. Jin Ling scrambled back. “I made a mistake and I had to fix it,” he said, “and you climbed in with me, even though it was gross and muddy and it ruined your clothes. “Hanguang-jun could destroy me with this.”, Wei Wuxian gave him a very strange look. “H-hanguang-jun, what are you doing here?” Sizhui said. I can’t afford to make an enemy of the Lans.” He sniffled hugely. In particular, Morgan emphasized that "(t)here's no suggestion that [Donna] wants to be a man for any reasons other than to secure the title [of Count], and for intellectual curiosity", and that "(f)or [Dono], changing gender is just a lifestyle choice." “Lan Sizhui, would you like to see the garden?” he asked after dinner the next day. Work Text: “Mn,” says Lan Zhan out of the blue one night. “It isn’t! Uncle scoffed. A-Ling,” Uncle drawled. “What,” said Jin Ling, sharper than he should have. Sizhui hadn’t bothered to tie up his sleeves, though, and they floated behind him, not yet sodden enough to sink below the surface. Four days after he returned to Lanling, he opened the box that held Sizhui’s golden comb, and he took it out to the garden, clenched in his fist so tight that the edges of it dug painfully into his palms, and he hurled it with all his strength into the koi pond. “I think I just made a… a really, really big mistake.”, Uncle gave him a fond and pitying look. “Well, we’ll have to make a list of requirements. He would have liked to go in mourning for this journey into obscurity, but for the fact that a cultivator in white would certainly be mistaken for a Lan at first glance, and he didn’t know if he could tolerate being reminded of his shame so frequently. “Children have no respect,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “Where’s A-Yuan?” Wei Wuxian asked, settling himself comfortably on the cushion. Leaving Lan Zhan all alone like that.”. “Forgiven. It took another hour before Jin Ling could collect enough of his courage to stitch himself back together and return to the Cloud Recesses. I’m lonely. Maybe you can join us sometime soon if your duties become less pressing! A moment of vertigo overtook him, thinking of the sheer span of all those years and years and years . “What,” he shrieked. Wei Wuxian stopped abruptly and looked to him in surprise, twisted so far that his face was almost completely turned away from Hanguang-jun and Sizhui. ; Armchair Military: Churbull's plan to open a new front in … He didn’t move a muscle. “It’s wasteful!”, “One hundred and six,” Sizhui said without hesitation. Jin Ling realized that he’d been played. “Nobody’s going to want to marry you if your face is all blotchy, Jin-zongzhu, no matter how much money you have, or how many pretty combs.”, It startled a weak little laugh out of him, and then Uncle was patting his cheek and pointing to the washbasin, scolding him like an old grandmother to clean up and get himself together, and it was just what Jin Ling needed, just the balance between Jiang Cheng’s shouting and something softer and sweeter. “Please be serious, Wei-qianbei,” he said, and Wei Wuxian, draped halfway across the table, turned to give them a filthy look, shoving himself back onto his cushion with a huff. He fumbled for the pouch at his belt. Hanguang-jun looked furious. Sizhui was listening with calm, serene politeness. He couldn’t even bring himself to be angry at Sizhui, or Hanguang-jun--it was one of those awful situations where he could see that it really was all his own fault, and that nobody else had contributed at all to the sheer enormity of his fuckup. There was nothing to be seen of A-Yuan. Jin Ling didn’t have many friends, but he supposed Sizhui was one of them. It was minutes later that he heard running footsteps and Wei Wuxian jogged around the corner, spotted him, and stopped, hands on his hips and breathing heavily. Wei Wuxian was watching him with eyes as sharp as scalpels, and he was trying to avoid looking at him. If you don’t want to get drunk, we can sneak out of the house and find some trouble in the city.”, “I am the Jin sect leader,” Jin Ling hissed. civil synonyms, civil pronunciation, civil translation, English dictionary definition of civil. 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