I'm a friendship voter, but to be fair the nuance is different. Voting yes would mean that in-universe LQ has decided she's interested in exploring the potential for poly six romance. The argument would be that Sixiang as a character "deserves" for us quest participants to vote for these feelings to exist. I agree that on the surface it seems suspect, but it wouldn't be LQ "owing" Sixiang a date, it's more like the narrative "owing" Sixiang a date.
Yeah it's no problem, I have faith in your writing skills and even if I'd have enjoyed the premise of the Sixiang possibilities a bit more I'm confident I'll still have fun reading your rendition of the winning path.Thank you for voting everyone, I know this was a contentious one, and I hope you all will give me some room to show where I am going with this, and I hope that I will manage something that is satisfactory, even if its not the path you wanted to take forward.
Sixiang wrinkled their nose at her waving away the flakes that began to fall under the pavilion roof. "Well, there'll definitely never be a too hot summer day with you around."
"Probably not," Ling Qi said, she drummed her fingers on the iced over bench. "Sixiang, are you really alright, joking just the same way as you used too?"
Better to get it done, to address the issue.
"...If it doesn't bother you," Sixiang said with a frown, resting their chin in their hands. Sixiang's expression was a little downcast. "I really don't want to change that, you know. I like the dynamic, where I point out or imply improper stuff, and you scold me or laugh. Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"A little," Ling Qi admitted. "But, I also know its mostly empty on your end? It's odd since I know you don't really care about physical things, you're still performing for other peoples sensibilities."
"Yeah, that's true. Though I appreciate aesthetics? You're pretty," Sixiang grimaced. "I still don't know exactly what I'm doing. I can scale it back?"
"I… think its fine. It's enough that we're in our own heads," Ling Qi said, closing her eyes. "What are you planning to do now. Will you go back and visit Li Suyin?"
Sixiang grimaced. "How do you deal with being so heavy and meaty and gross?" Sixiang whined.
"And here I thought I was beautiful," Ling Qi deadpanned.
Sixiang made a face. "You are, but its not anything to do with this fleshy stuff," they grumbled. Their form shifted, shoulders growing wider, putting on a little bit of muscle, hair sucking in… and then back shifting through body types like a person flicking through dye swatches. Finally they settled back on their first shape. "It was unique the first time, but now I'm used to being all spirit."
"You don't have too-" Ling Qi began. Only to pause, could they rove far from her, bodiless?
"Nah, nah you gotta do things you're reluctant too, if you wanna change, huh?" Sixiang dismissed with a wave of their hand. "Heh, is it any wonder I kinda stagnated?"
"He's making it look all scary and gross, because of course he is," Sixiang snorted. "And that's enough for you. Because you think of it like that! Even though you make excuses for why your boss doesn't count, despite all power she has over you if she wants. Why you can be fine in that Sect or your Empire. But me. I gotta keep quiet and be nice and unthreatening, and never let on how much I love-"
As Sixiang spoke, getting more and more worked up, they reached for her hand, the strings tugged, tightened, grew thicker and more sturdy. Ling Qi's eyes widened, she jerked her hand back. The strings didn't tear, but they strained.
"-you."
Sixiang's last word echoed in the hall, as their hand fell back to their side. They chuckled. "And that's all it takes for the fear huh. Poor turtle boy. Thought it'd be different for me. But you really can't accept that someone might want you instead of the other way around, huh? What exactly is so bad about being held tight, if that's what you want?"
It was noisy and chaotic that was true, but it seemed so different from the clouded gossamer memories of before, there was little elegance here, to inhuman figures of fey grace, even those who bore inhuman frames were somehow both more and less human as they stomped about singing and carousing with the human shades.
"It's the other part of me too, you don't let me indulge it much," Sixiang chuckled
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ling Qi asked. It was hard to focus here, there was simply so much going on. It wasn't like the crowds of an imperial party, here people pressed against each other, flush with alcohol and passion, and though Sixiang and she danced in a bubble of open space now, it still filled her with alarm.
…The other festival goers weren't giving them space, they were repelled from them, and Ling Qi knew it was her own doing, her will acting on the dream.
"You seemed perfectly happy for Su Ling, you know? You react when I tease ya, you look, you're not like Renxiang, that's a girl who skips steps entire, and doesn't feel the lack."
They made their way from the meeting ground, traveling south. Sixiang fell in beside her, walking with his hands behind his head. It should have felt companionable. Instead there was still an awkward tension.
"Hey, still okay if I talk in here?"
Ling Qi did not outwardly react. It was fine of course. Sixiang's voice felt… distant compared to their old situation, barely brushing her thoughts.
"Okay… okay. I don't want to distract you too much here, but… this is okay right? Talking and joking like we used to?"
Ling Qi mulled that over as they walked through the checkpoint at the valley center. Where Imperial road transitioned to the patterned cobblestone of the White Sky. It felt strange especially because she knew that there was something genuine behind Sixiang's playful needling. All the same the idea of treating Sixiang with formal distance made her chest hurt.
It was fine. They would find their new equilibrium naturally. So she hoped.
"Hah, yeah. Let's just… see where we go, huh?"
"It feels weird, finding out about the heavy stuff way later," Sixiang sighed, leaning on her shoulder.
It was the last day now, and the sun was beginning its descent. Everything was set up now, the disciples were working away in the kitchens, and the hired staff were on standby.
"I think I'm glad to be able to think on things myself. I still want to know your thoughts, but it feels better to tell you about them for now," Ling Qi said. Her hands were folded in her sleeves. Waiting out in the garden while mother took care of the last bits of organization made her feel a little useless. She could tell mother preferred to be the one handling the…. People herding, as it were though.
"Yeah, I get it," Sixiang said, straightening up, they pushed away from her walking backwards away from her to hop up and seat themselves on the smaller table.
"Ahhh, not exactly the way I wanted to come back," Sixiang sighed in her mind.
She was sorry, but also thankful for the muses help. She was going to minimize every risk she could and that meant calling on the only friend she had who could help here.
They were still outside the meeting hall, seeming like she was just standing on a balcony watching people stream inside for the days talks.
"I get it. Wish I could stake out for you but I'm pretty loud when you're not covering me," Sixiang said. "...Thanks for trusting me, if only for a little while."
If she was honest, she felt more comfortable than she had in months now, even with the slight tension between the part of her mind sectioned off for Sixiang and the rest of her. She hoped… knew Sixiang wouldn't make her regret it.
"I won't, I promise," Sixiang whispered. It was like their voice came from the far end of a tunnel, tinny and quiet.
Ling Qi had found that love didn't have to be a chain, but the Nightmare King's words did cling on. In the end, she hadn't fully refuted him. Power… twisted things, wove a chain out mere threads.
"Yeah, I get it. Its like… what we could have done to each other. Taken something… changed something with the other having no say."
"...I get that, I see why this hurts you. I'm sorry Qi. I… I hope you really do know. I'd have never done that."
She knew that, in her head. But that didn't mean the same part of her that had recoiled in horror from this grudge could fully dismiss the fear.
Ling Qi nodded, pulling her legs up onto the bed. Sixiang shot Shu Yue a scowl as they hopped up from the chair and flopped down beside her, leaning into her shoulder. "And it couldn't have waited till morning?"
"I'm going to sleep. Will you stay with me Sixiang?"
The muse looked up, expression uncertain. "Qi… you?"
"..I just want a little nap. There's so much to do tomorrow yet."
"Well, that's prolly a bit of the technique in itself," Sixiang whispered quietly. They hovered over her, not quite touching. There was fear in them still, but she could hear the soft whisper of shimmering rainbow waves and the shoreline of silk and cushions.
…Her heart ached. She missed laying on that shore. Why did she take the time for it so rarely before?
"Softy," Sixiang whispered, accepting only a cup of aromatic tea, inhaling deeply from the rising steam. "I wonder if you even need me anymore, with how confident and together you are now."
"I will never not need my friend Sixiang," she replied back quietly. "Qiyi isn't the only one who noticed the silence, you know? I miss your voice."
Sixiang chuckled quietly. "Man, I've really gotten needy huh? I've missed you two, these gals are fun. I wouldn't mind spending one month outta three pestering Suyin to go out more, but I'm really glad to be back."
Ling Qi briefly reached out, resting their hand on top of Sixiang's, surprisingly, it felt like flesh and blood, not whatever was underneath.
"Those Hui jerks sure did a number on this place, huh," Sixiang said wryly, floating over the arm of the couch, he wrapped his arms around Ling Qi's shoulders, only the faintest ghost of pressure touch her, enough to give weight to his words and no more. "But…. I don't think you need to go as far as they did."
"Maybe not, but the Way can't be unclear, or I will never reach the highest peaks."
"Qiiiiiiii!"
Sixiang's impact against her chest would have bowled her over if she were a mortal. As it was she nearly floated off her feet as they spun once around. Her cheeks warmed at the flagrant contact, but she embraced the muse back. It felt strange, for Sixiang to have this much weight and solidity.
"O-oh dear, Ah you really shouldn't do that kind of thing in public," Li Suyin sighed, climbing down from the steps of her carriage.
"Kind of ya," Sixiang said, leaning over her shoulder. It was funny, Sixiang had made themselves absolutely spindly to be able to loom over her shoulder like that.
Out under the sun shining through Xiangmen's opaque canopy as if it was not there, the shadows left clinging to Ling Qi's mind seemed far lighter, particularly after a good rest.
"Does it really count as resting when we just sat on my shore playing go? I didn't even know you liked go."
She didn't have any particular fondness for it, but Cai Renxiang did. Focusing on the patterns of it was a good way of clearing her mind of anything more tangled and complex.
"Attachment," Sixiang said after a moment. "That's what did me in. Sixiang has things that the next dream will not, no matter how much or little of me is in it. I want those things."
Knowing what they were talking about, Ling Qi still felt a little uncomfortable. She had not thought about it. Had avoided thinking about it really, even before less platonic elements had come up. Sixiang was not human. Knowing that their entire conception of self preservation was based on Ling Qi herself…
This was why she wanted Sixiang to go out, to make other attachments. Because she was human still, and that was too much for her. She felt trepidation where their thoughts touched. Sixiang didn't understand why it discomitted her, but they did recognize it at least.
"How are you so unbothered? Didn't you once think of leaving me and dissolving just to avoid feeling death?" Ling Qi wondered.
"...Yeah, I did. I was nothing but spun sugar at the start, a muse of happy things, born for a moonlit party and dance, meant to fade away with the dawn. That's what I was. But I decided to stay. We both know you can't persist as giggles alone. People don't get to only be one thing"
"I made you like this."
"I made me like this… I just chose to be a little more real, so I could stay with you. You don't get to take credit."
There was the ghost of humor there. They'd spoken of this before, but it hadn't truly sunk in what it meant, together with Sixiang's acceptance of the nightmare aspects within them.
"So there's nothing in this…"
"It hurts you. So it's hurting me."
But that wasn't the same.
"Then explain, please?"
What was a muse for, if not to bounce thoughts from? Sixiang's presence was an encouragement to her even as her hold on the flow of the grudge deteriorated.
"In an instant. Ming Xia was reduced from a person to a thing. Even her own body wasn't hers anymore."
Ling Qi shuddered. "...And she walked into those chains, was happy in them until the end."
"It is fascinating, how people break apart. I like it, poking, prodding, seeing what gets 'em unsettled, what gets 'em mad, what makes the face they present to the world come apart. Even back when I was just flitting around the Sect," Sixiang said whistfully.
"I don't think this lot are half as restrained."
Sixiang… really had been trying to keep things the same as before, hadn't they? Ling Qi thought wistfully. But they really weren't. They couldn't be.
"I just want to smile and laugh with you again. I'm fine being the fun friend, the party guy or gal. Its not like those are lies."
But they weren't all of the truth either.
No, she was far too much a frightened and cowering rat at heart to hate so deeply.
"Qi, I will thump you. You do not get to call yourself a coward."
"Then don't talk about being ugly. That's the last thing you could ever be, Sixiang,"
"It is though… the fact I even thought that kinda thing, even with gramps juicing up my darker side… it was gross. I don't want to lock you up or lock you down. I want to fly with you…
Hi! Echo empty shore waiting left. Return? Silky cushion waiting. Keeping warm.
"That so? Well aren't you a cutie," Sixiang hummed, peering down. "I might not mind a bit of time there."
They looked at Ling Qi questioningly. Ling Qi lowered her head a little. She wouldn't mind that at all. As comical as it might sound to say, her head had really been too empty lately.
Ling Qi sighed, rubbing her forehead. She wished Sixiang was here, they'd probably be rolling down the hill laughing.
She refused to look lower than that. She might have gotten better, but there were limits to decency, and those were not pants. They looked more like paint than silk.
Which she didn't see because she was not looking. A beat of silence passed in her thoughts.
…She missed Sixiang.
She inclined her head, and glanced over to Sixiang. "I will be happy to receive them. Sixiang, please rejoin. I need your full assistance."
"...Gotcha," they replied and the figure standing by the road shimmered and disappeared. "Alright what exactly is going o…."
Ling Qi closed her eyes for a moment, her anxiety was distant right now. It was comfortable having Sixiang back where they belonged.
"Oh no. No no no. Qi, you're really gonna.."
Please help me, she thought.
"That ain't fair at all," Sixiang complained. "Of course I'm gonna help."
Ling Qi closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest. "I've missed you. I'm glad you spent some time with Suyin though."
"Yeah, that was… fun," Sixiang said, frowning. "Not gonna lie, I kinda hated this. It felt like just stretching out the goodbye"
Ling Qi was silent, letting Sixiang work through their thoughts.
"But, I think it was good, walking around, poking holes in peoples privacy screens, riding jockey on some crazy transforming bone dolls, talking to spooky girl about spirits and dreams while she figures out how to corrupt and melt 'em with impurity toxins…"
What in the world was Suyin developing.
"...Yeah. I like her. Spending time with her is fun, even if you're my favorite," Sixiang said.
Ling Qi lowered her head. She was happy to hear that. A little part of her wanted to cling on, to dig into what Sixiang had been doing and tell them to stay close. That they had been apart long enough. "I see, I'm relieved to have you back. I've gotten so used to having your help, everything feels twice as hard without it."
"Hah, I can't make fun of that Li Suyin too much, turns out I'm a hard worker too," Sixiang said. Ling Qi startled a little as Sixiang laid a hand on her knee. She didn't pull away though. "What's the plan?"
"Will you stay here at the summit with me? I won't ask you to get back in my head, but just having you to talk too again…"
Sixiang chuckled. "That so? Need me to do the voices again?"
"Do you want a cup too?"
"Sure thing," Sixiang said, sprawled out in the chair across from her. "Could use a little shock. No worries about me getting back in your head?"
"...I've missed it, and I think I'd rather not be alone for this," Ling Qi admitted, raising the pot before pouring in the second cup she'd set out. The tea had a strong earthy sort of scent, that reminded her of black fields and fallen leaves.
"Qi, you know…" Sixiang paused.
"I know, we haven't really talked about things. Thank you for going out with me the other night anyway," Ling Qi said.
"...Yeah. Suppose this isn't the best time to have that conversation either," Sixiang sighed.
"Best not get distracted from my assignment, no," Ling Qi said, smiling wanly.
She paused and repeated the last chord of her song, strumming and holding on it.
"Down a notch maybe?"
"Maybe," Ling Qi murmured, adjusting the tightness of the string. Better, but maybe still misplaced. "Is it wrong to keep trying to reassure everyone? Hanyi noticed but she's with me all day."
"...I don't think so," Sixiang said. "Course you aren't happy, stuck like that. But nobody is gonna be happier if you're acting miserable, not even you."
"You could say it's unhealthy," Ling Qi replied idly. "But everyone is doing their best, I have to as well, even if it means fibbing a little."
She felt that twinge again, deep in her chest as she played. "There's a place for unvarnished, unmerciful truth. You need that, I think, at the highest levels. Where Cai Renxiang is, where its all turning gears and duty and obligation."
"But you gotta fib a little sometimes, to make people comfortable?" Sixiang said idly, turning over on the couch, he rested his elbows on the arm, looking up at her. "How'd that work for me?"
"Poorly, but… it was the intent of that lie that let me forgive you," Ling Qi said quietly. It was troubling. It was hard to find a single bright line here. All the same…
Ling Qi lowered her head, and reset her hands, resting her fingers back in the starting position on the zither strings. "Alright, now, let me try out this piece. It's based on elements of a piece by a Master Shou, a dedication to the dreaming moon and the autumn wind. I want to hear what you think. I promised to help Hanyi with some other seasonal pieces, and I want to get a feel for current styles."
"Yeah? You really want me to be honest, no holding back?" Sixiang chuckled.
"When it comes to criticism, of course," Ling Qi replied dryly. "Leave your kindness at the door."
"Oh hey there, didn't think you lot would be done with dinner so soon!"
"Sixiang?" Ling Qi asked, craning her neck to peer out to the other side of the garden. Why did no one inform me you were here?"
Their muse rose from where they had been lying down by the garden pond. Ling Qi was ashamed that they hadn't noticed them, but their aura was very restrained. Sixiang appeared much as they always did, slender and androgynous, with their shifting hair blowing in a phantom breeze, wrapped in a loose and gauzy open chested robe. Looking directly at them, their movements were less smooth, there was an artificial jerkiness to their walk.
She could see polished wood and porcelain under the guise of flesh.
"You're using one of Suyin's dolls?" She asked.
"Yep! Pretty nice framework, really let me rest and recover, whaddaya think?" they asked, doing a little spin.
"Hey you can move your toes a bit now, you'll be up in no time," Sixiang said brightly in her mind. "Looks like everyone is ready. Thanks for letting me in to coordinate. Just signal me and I'll keep things rolling along.
"Just get back and already getting bullied, this is a hostile working environment you know."
She thought Renxiang had a form for that. She could get Sixiang one later.
"And now paperwork! Abuse of muse!"
She had missed Sixiang, truly.
"... missed you too, Qi."
"Oh buzz off cuz, most us aint into jamming ourselves between dead wood and gears," Kongyou's voice oozed from the shadows in the room, distorted and warbling.
"But it pinches so good," Sixiang shot back in a faux breathy voice.
Ling Qi swatted them on the back of the head. "Hey, whatever that was. Too much."
"Awh, fiiine."
"I'd rather not have to spend an hour cultivating my way through indigestion, no," Ling Qi replied as they hopped down from the awning.
"I mean you could always let it pass the mortal way…?" Sixiang teased.
"Absolutely not," Ling Qi snapped, making a disgusted face. Gods, she hadn't had to do… that in over a year, and she never would again if she had her way. "I'm not going to let you drink anymore if it makes you so vulgar."
Adding my own spitballing to the above, rejecting monodirectional changes where the needs of one dominate the other's is exactly what brought the tribulation to its head, where the two had to take a desperate bid at invoking Huisheng. Which is also what gave Ling Qi [Communication], the synthesis of that very sentiment and conviction.
So, imo, Ling Qi's gotta meet Sixiang somewhere in the middle, and besides just resolving some of her own issues. She has an obligation to reach out to, and for, Sixiang. One of the bigger issues that lead to the tribulation in the first place was the persistent dynamic where Sixiang would express a preference, desire, or opinion, and then Ling Qi would proceed to do the opposite, almost without fail. The one counter-example I can think of was the choice of which aspect of dream parties to check out at Xiangmen an in-game year ago, right before Sixiang's granny showed up to lay down that a tribulation was on our horizon.
This dimension of the relationship troubles hasn't really been addressed since the tribulation, besides token agreement to change how Sixiang's involved with Ling Qi's administrative burden, something which was mostly off-screen anyway. The big war and geopolitics events intruding hasn't made fixing this issue any easier, admittedly, but yeah. It's a looming, lingering issue.
Kinda similar to Renxiang issues, in a way? Renxiang's our boss, but in the quest format it's difficult to consistently portray this. There's a constant need for Renxiang to make demands of us, which we can fall short of. Same deal with Sixiang. C'mon, boss us around more.
The other thing I'd like to say is that - and I say this as someone who likes the SixQi ship - I think the shipping is in many ways a distraction. Yes, the vote encourages us to focus on it but I think getting too attached to the question of romance here is a mistake.
What's important here imo is less getting clear answers or saying whether LQ is or is not attracted to Sixiang, and more actually asking questions about their relationship and what they want. Actually tackling how LQ has been neglecting Sixiang's needs. These tie into important character development, cultivation issues, and the place of Sixiang in the story. There's a ton of stuff they need to unpack and discuss here, and what's important is that they do that and move forward productively in a way that can work well with the quest and story.
I agree with all points made by both of you, the SixQi Ship is not the most important thing about the story, but it is something of importance. Maybe I'm just being a bit of a sore loser, but I really want at the end of the conversation with Six, a DM Classic:" Are you sure you wanna do this?"
Take the results of the past vote as the current opinion of LQ, not her definitive one.
Then, have a better structured and proper vote, maybe a meta one made pedantically specific what it means exactly each option. A vote veering away from a "Hard No" option, and instead of going for the jugular right of the bat, some more innocent questions can be asked first, like:
-"Can Six be a suitor?" or better yet "Do you accept Six's formal suit?" (both options are very different in my view, one doesn't allow Six to even try - a Hard No option) or maybe something even more innocent than that, since it skirts away so close to a Hard No option, like: "Six has asked LQ to go on a date. Does she accept it?"
-"Can polygamy be allowed?" (Doesn't necessarily states that LQ and Six relationship will be poly, the more specific and innocent the question being asked, the better)
In light of all that, and given that discovery has already been made, I would like to appeal Sixiang's case on behalf of the Dyed-in-the-Wool SixQi Shippers Association.
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Thank you for informing me!!
The vote ended yesterday unfortunately
"You asked what I want most, what I won't let go of. I think if I dig down, the thing I absolutely can't accept losing is making you smile. Relaxing with you, joking with you, teasing you about being a gloomy dork, and... I want you to make art more, I feel like you're leaving that behind or letting it become just a tool. I... don't want that," Sixiang said.