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100promptsTitle: Chosen Son
Fandom: Dynasty Warriors
Prompt: Table 2, Prompt #024, 'Scowl'
Character: Zhong Hui (and his mother)
Rating: G
Word Count: 242
Summary: When there were barely more than a handful of years to his name he'd found it confusing but then he'd grown into it, preening and proud beneath her careful gaze.
Authors Notes: Short and sweet. Just happy to get myself going again! Also on AO3.
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"Chosen One."
She'd always whispered it sweetly to him when he was young, his mother. When there were barely more than a handful of years to his name he'd found it confusing but then he'd grown into it, preening and proud beneath her careful gaze, and thrown himself into his studies so he could prove her right. Tutors had been surprised by just how capable he was and she'd declared him their better, barely worthy to call themselves his teachers, but had smiled when she said it.
To her it was a genuine compliment, as if being 'barely' worth of her son was some grand thing. Zhong Hui remembered the soft brown of her eyes, the small mole on her cheek and the sway of her long, beautiful locks; they had turned wavy at the ends, almost curly. He absent-mindedly twisted a lock of his own hair between his fingers and scowled visibly at the irritant who had pointed the habit out.
This was the only physical feature he'd really shared with his mother, and every time his indulged in the habit (that he so often tried to deny) he remembered her.
"My dearest Chosen One... take your birthright and make me proud."
One day soon Zhong Hui would write his name into the scrolls of history... and alongside it would be hers. The mother who had left him young, made Empress by the son who'd proven her wisdom to the world.
Fandom: Dynasty Warriors
Prompt: Table 2, Prompt #024, 'Scowl'
Character: Zhong Hui (and his mother)
Rating: G
Word Count: 242
Summary: When there were barely more than a handful of years to his name he'd found it confusing but then he'd grown into it, preening and proud beneath her careful gaze.
Authors Notes: Short and sweet. Just happy to get myself going again! Also on AO3.
"Chosen One."
She'd always whispered it sweetly to him when he was young, his mother. When there were barely more than a handful of years to his name he'd found it confusing but then he'd grown into it, preening and proud beneath her careful gaze, and thrown himself into his studies so he could prove her right. Tutors had been surprised by just how capable he was and she'd declared him their better, barely worthy to call themselves his teachers, but had smiled when she said it.
To her it was a genuine compliment, as if being 'barely' worth of her son was some grand thing. Zhong Hui remembered the soft brown of her eyes, the small mole on her cheek and the sway of her long, beautiful locks; they had turned wavy at the ends, almost curly. He absent-mindedly twisted a lock of his own hair between his fingers and scowled visibly at the irritant who had pointed the habit out.
This was the only physical feature he'd really shared with his mother, and every time his indulged in the habit (that he so often tried to deny) he remembered her.
"My dearest Chosen One... take your birthright and make me proud."
One day soon Zhong Hui would write his name into the scrolls of history... and alongside it would be hers. The mother who had left him young, made Empress by the son who'd proven her wisdom to the world.
