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estiroseFic for the Chinese Web Drama "Excellent Women"; I'll post it on AO3 when it comes back up. Yang Moli POV.
Yang Moli couldn't help but pout. Really, ever since Didi had graduated the academy, she'd become so focused on work.
Not that she should have been surprised. Her Didi had always rebelled against the idea that a woman should focus on home and family and being a dutiful wife and mother; so had she. They'd channeled their maternal instincts in the direction of the law, helping other women, other families, ease their suffering. It was something the two of them had long agreed upon, and something that attracted Didi to her.
And in her own way, she tried to get her Didi to enjoy herself. Didi was hard on herself, after all. So determined to prove to her family that she was just as good as all the men, donning masculine clothes and a masculine, short haircut. Moli was much more easy-going, realized that hard work should be accompanied by even harder play.
Didi could relax, she knew. The serious woman known as Yao Zhidi was a caring, loving partner in bed, attentive to Moli's needs and wants. They'd had quite the relationship! Didi had then become so much harder to reach, but sometimes she saw fragments of her friend and lover beneath. Didi was still the kind, compassionate, attentive soul that she'd fallen in love with.
She wanted to be with her Didi forever, and she felt that Didi wanted that too. Once Didi had gotten to the point where she felt she'd proved herself to the world, Moli knew she'd relax. Rekindle their relationship. Dance once again.
Dance until their dying days, content in their knowledge that they had made their hometown better, made womens' lives better. Dance until they collapsed together, entwined in bed, not a care in the world. Dance together, without a damn about what society wanted both of them to be.
So Moli kept trying, kept being there for her Didi, because she could be.
Yang Moli couldn't help but pout. Really, ever since Didi had graduated the academy, she'd become so focused on work.
Not that she should have been surprised. Her Didi had always rebelled against the idea that a woman should focus on home and family and being a dutiful wife and mother; so had she. They'd channeled their maternal instincts in the direction of the law, helping other women, other families, ease their suffering. It was something the two of them had long agreed upon, and something that attracted Didi to her.
And in her own way, she tried to get her Didi to enjoy herself. Didi was hard on herself, after all. So determined to prove to her family that she was just as good as all the men, donning masculine clothes and a masculine, short haircut. Moli was much more easy-going, realized that hard work should be accompanied by even harder play.
Didi could relax, she knew. The serious woman known as Yao Zhidi was a caring, loving partner in bed, attentive to Moli's needs and wants. They'd had quite the relationship! Didi had then become so much harder to reach, but sometimes she saw fragments of her friend and lover beneath. Didi was still the kind, compassionate, attentive soul that she'd fallen in love with.
She wanted to be with her Didi forever, and she felt that Didi wanted that too. Once Didi had gotten to the point where she felt she'd proved herself to the world, Moli knew she'd relax. Rekindle their relationship. Dance once again.
Dance until their dying days, content in their knowledge that they had made their hometown better, made womens' lives better. Dance until they collapsed together, entwined in bed, not a care in the world. Dance together, without a damn about what society wanted both of them to be.
So Moli kept trying, kept being there for her Didi, because she could be.
