MEME: AU Drabble Things

[aintnoconvict]

Speaking of AUs: I am blaming Dien and her tumblr for this.

1.) Tag in with your characters.
2.) Someone else tags you with with an alternate universe setting. Inclusion of their character(s) in the AU is totally cool.
3.) Write a three-sentence fic drabble-like thing in response.
4.) You tag others with AU prompts and get drabble-things in return.

GO GO GO!

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[infinitelystranger]

Seriously, though, how about that evil!Long.

and then he expands to japan, idk

[imperial_long]

There are many things he had not understood before that have now become very clear-- now that he wears the skin of a man and walks as a man and feels as a man.

Chief among these is anger, as a man experiences it.

It is not that anger had been unknown to him before. He remembers the heat of combat, and the fierce joy of defending one's territory against an audacious rival, and the savage, simple, honest anger that rises in response to injury or trespass. A natural anger, a beast's anger.

His anger at being imprisoned had been similar, his joy in the battle that followed with the Liar justified. Anger like fire: pure. Undiluted.

The anger of a man is different.

The anger of a man can sit and wait, he discovers. Like wormwood in the belly. The anger of a man is like a tumor, not fire; fire extinguishes itself once the offending fuel has been burnt, but acting on his anger as a man only doubles the anger, feeds it, makes it stronger.

The anger of a man possesses with it the capacity for cruelty.

He does not like being human. He does not like being small, and soft, and weak, and subject to the constant needs of this body that must be satisfied, for food and drink and shelter and sleep. He discovers that he finds this cosmic indignity more tolerable, however, when he demonstrates to other men his displeasure.

He is weak by his own standards but not by those men, and this is interesting. Men are easy to break, fragile as birds' bones. The fear in their eyes when he demonstrates this is not quite the awe he had once seen in men's gazes, but it is close enough; it sits sweet enough on the tongue and in time he comes to crave it. They should fear him, no matter his form.

From up close, mankind is petty and base. Distance and height had granted him a rosy view, he realizes: all the coarse imperfections invisible, all the little triumphs and nobilities magnified since he had been looking for them. But from ground level they are filthy, greedy, cowardly-- eager to sacrifice any principle or truth if it means individual survival. They try and appease him: gifts of money and property, pretty flesh and interesting drugs.

Tribute. And he had known tribute before, so this also is not so different-- cheaper, dirtier, but... acceptable.

And why then should he go across the ocean and follow Yung Chung-Jo's words? Why participate in the universe's joke at his expense? Hong Kong has pleasures and diversions enough, and unlike Westerners would be, the people are wise enough to fear him.

In Hong Kong, the Black Dragon builds an empire.