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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-05-18 06:35 pm

the tithe



The Arc III finale stretches until 2 June — and it’s erupt to no good.



THE TITHE




THE HOUSE OF RAVENS | THE RITES | THE VOLCANO | | THE VILLAGES | THE AFTERMATH




THIS HOUSE IS YOUR HOUSE

The Ke-Waicai believers prepare for human sacrifice rites to prevent the eruption of the Ke-Sanwon volcano. They will lead tributes to the volcanic crater, which is lidded by the grounds of a decrepit haunted temple — known as the House of Ravens.

At the heart of the temple is a trodden dais that comprises four slowly receding plates. Numerous temple columns and deteriorating walls offer overnight hiding places, but beware the flinching statues and irritable large ravens. Meat, blood or shiny offerings can distract the birds.

■ Use the three previously gained keys to infiltrate the House of Ravens at night through forest pathways revealed by the Huntress.

■ Entrants to the House of Ravens are fully or partially depowered. Their ancestral curse is immediately lifted. Their strength is pulled into the Ke-Sanwon crater, which brims with raw magical power.

■ Hide on temple grounds until dawns, when the dais plates fully open to reveal a 10-metre entryway into the volcanic crater.

■ Overnight, characters are relentlessly tempted by mirages that only they witness: the eerie voice of a loved one might coax them to commit their greatest sin, or they could repeatedly relive memories that led them to such follies.

■ Characters guilty of drunkenness and gluttony feel deathly parched, starved and drawn to a lavish spread that is constantly far out — and ends up comprising raw corn and stale water, when they finally reach it. The lustful find their companions irresistible, or trail after a delectable beauty, who dissolves when touched. The wrathful mull violence, while the envious suspect their companions possess what they most desire. The proud are contemptuously incited to prove their superiority or independence, while the slothful give in to callous indifference towards their peers.

■ The stone statues that decorate the House of Ravens retaliate once visitors succumb to their sins: smaller sculptures throw stones or throttle nearby sinners, but only move when you do not look into their eyes. Larger 4m-tall statues exit the walls and give (slow) chase, retreating after 10-15 minutes. The statues stop attacking at dawns.




LET THERE BE BLOOD

CONTENT WARNING: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF NPC PAIN, TRANSFORMATION

By dawns, the believers of Ke-Waicai have rallied their tributes — each crowned with wreaths of branches and crops — before the open dais. Roughly two hundred villagers attend the rites, along with eight powerful priests who use elemental magic.

■ A first sacrifice walks a long narrow plank that starts from the dais and goes a few metres into the mouth of the volcano. The plank shivers under from heat, but withstands weight.

■ During 15 minutes of exposure, the volcanic magic enshrouds the sacrifice, who painfully transforms into one of the animalistic tar creatures housed in the labyrinths of Ke-Sanwon.

■ Magically sensitive characters can feel this tribute now hosts volcanic magic, and that Ke-Sanwon’s power has slightly diminished.

■ The rites are interrupted by the significantly weaker, but wrathful Beastmaster, whose xenomorphic creatures attack the temple and seek his missing son

■ Characters should free the remaining tributes during the skirmish. They can be as nerfed as you need (if at all) during the rest of their stay in the House of Ravens.

■ The dais must stay open to access the volcano. You can take control of it and of the House by defeating the magically endowed priests, (literally) shouldering the head priest’s ancient white raven and holding its leash.

■ Pass the raven around and defend the bird’s current holder! Whoever carries the raven is often targeted by the village mob and the Beastmaster’s creatures.

■ The clashes last a few hours, until the Beastmaster and villagers exhaust their forces.

Diego Hargreeves, Xie Lian, Wrathion, Daenerys and Jon Snow apprehend the Beastmaster, slaying him, when he refuses to relinquish the Brotherhood. Decide who lands the killing blow. His last words: ”You’ve… seen this place. My animals… our dead… have more compassion than these living.”




FIRE AND BRIMSTONE?

The volume of magical energy and tormented spirits inside the volcano weighs heavily on the fracturing dark water mirror that has prevented Ke-Sanwon’s eruption so far. It’s going to blow, unless you:

■ Throw more dark water in to fix the mirror fissure. You can get dark water from volcanic cracks, dried wells and creepy crop fields.

■ Use ice / cold magic and ol’ science to cool down the volcano and help the mirror heal. Or lend Moiraine and Magnus a hand as they work with cold magic, and protect them while they cast.

■ Help Wrath and Wei Wuxian exorcise the volcano’s ancient spirits. Many have lost consciousness, reduced to memory fragments and feelings of wrath, pain and resent.

■ Guide villagers to bring sea water. Anduin (on top of the dragon Wrathion) and the harpy Eda are flying in supplies. Viktor is coaxing shipments from his werewolf friends of Ke-Waiar. Large phoenixes are also up for grabs for deliveries. Ensure couriers can safely arrive and quickly discharge their water.

Several characters are set to each absorb some of the magical power contained within the volcano, developing aftereffects. They must walk the wobbly plank and stay exposed to the volcano magic for under 15 minutes to avoid transformation: the longer they linger, the more power they take in, feeling as if they are burning from within. Exit quickly and rest copiously after. Those who spend over 10 minutes exposed suffer intense fevers and require immediate medical assistance to cool down.




WILL SOMEONE THINK OF THE CIVILIANS?

Beyond the House of Ravens, assist villagers who want to safeguard their possessions or evacuate by sea.

■ The gradual spread of Ke-Sanwon’s magic infects some villagers with temporary animal traits. These effects dissipate within three-four hours.

■ Characters who remain in the villages may feel more irritable and resentful, overcome by the feelings of the volcanic spirits.

■ Coordinate water and supply deliveries with those at the House of Ravens.

■ The Hok-Shinn are divided in their response: some resort to daylight robbery to secure the funds for their own safe departure; citing security, the men of Sairen unsympathetically rally commoners into designated parts of the village, often splitting apart families that then need help finding relatives; alone, Weisi’s followers keep the peace, but are frequently overwhelmed by waves of panicked villagers, thugs and animal hybrids.

■ The magical spillage overwhelms the forest fox spirits, leaving some enraged and prone to attack. Others assume the shape of beautiful wo/men and ask escort into Ke-Waihu for shelter, without disclosing their fox natures. These ethereal strangers betray their origins with cold smiles, glimpses of fleetingly sharp teeth, a fondness for chicken, and… is that an extra set of ears? No harm befalls those who bring a fox into the village, though s/he may insist on now being your lawful spouse.




THE AFTERMATH

With the clashes and Ke-Sanwon subdued, the villagers of Ke-Waicai request back their temple keys and white raven. They lead the party to the beacon of the House of Ravens — the beautifully carved and now-closed dais above the volcano.

■ Party companion Hatisse confirms the beacon can be revived within days.

■ She warns that an eruption was prevented by depleting the volcanic magic now, but that the threat could recur within five to 10 years.

■ All character curses (ancestral or individual) are lifted, and powers return completely.

■ Spend some downtime in the villages. Ke-Waicai offers the most luxurious, but frosty accommodations, while the werewolves of Ke-Waiar are tired, but thrilled hosts. Those who suffer from lycanthropy are now experiencing fewer and fewer ‘nocturnal episodes.’

■ In Ke-Waihu, villagers have now calmed and are grateful for help with reaping the fresh harvest and watering their crops, as well flows revive. Every other night, Hok-Shinn Weisi organises a bonfire with village musicians, hearty dances, fresh bread and ale. Villagers seek to marry off their… alluring spawn to their saviours.

■ Within days, Hatisse summons the party to the activated beacon: a pool of white energy, in which one must slowly descend. Characters who were dropped or AC swept in May enter the beacon first and are presumed returned to their home worlds. Characters set for a canon update follow in — but are spat back by the portal and return within minutes.

■ Inevitably, the remaining volatile magic of the volcano disrupts the beacon and ruins the dais. Happily for you, the Merchant will soon get in touch with your next ticket east.


QUESTIONS

binghua: (2)

[personal profile] binghua 2022-05-31 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything that happened in the volcano around Xingchen had gone on without much of his attention. He had been focused on not falling into the lava, most of all, so what others had gotten up to had been a mystery to him.

So hearing that Xue Yang had done his part to help, to really help, gives Xingchen pause. Is he...is he actually trying to be better after every horrible thing he's done? It won't make up for his atrocities, but...]


...You helped.

[It's such a small thing compared to Xue Yang's history, but it still means something. Xingchen lies still for a moment more, but then his hand comes up to gently, a little hesitantly, grasp Xue Yang's hand.]

What would you do?
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-01 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He holds his breath when Xingchen's hand touches his, grasps it even, so focused on that single contact that he barely even registers Xingchen's question until he replays it in his mind. Even so, he gives no answer, at least none spoken.

It's easy to feel the darkness woven around Xingchen's core, because it is so foreign to him. It is easy for Xue Yang to call it forth, to draw it to himself, because it is so familiar to him. Resentful energy, the pain and rage and despair that comes with it, he draws on it, his hand warm and steady against Xingchen's chest.

He breathes out slowly, his eyes closed as he pictures it the way toxin would be filtered from a bloodstream. Purifying his daozhang, as best he can. Finally he laughs quietly, shifting so he can lean his head between Xingchen's shoulder blades, to bask in their closeness.]


Your darkness is all mine.
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-01 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
[At first, he doesn't notice anything happening. Xingchen does not usually make bedfellows with resentful energy, after all. But as the moments pass and he starts to feel...lighter, in a sense, he suspects he knows what Xue Yang is doing.

He's trying to take upon himself what Xingchen carries.

There are a few things about this that worry Xingchen, however. First, will absorbing these spirits make Xue Yang more powerful as a demonic cultivator? He's already far too dangerous a person. Second, this is Xingchen's responsibility. Xue Yang didn't put himself inside the mouth of the volcano.

He breathes for a few seconds, then shifts his body to face Xue Yang, pulling their joined hands to his chest again. This time he grasps that hand tightly, frowning as he tries to siphon that energy back into himself.]


Not all yours.

[He raises his other hand, finding Xue Yang's cheek.]

...Don't do this.
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-01 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Why?

[His eyes open to search Xingchen's face, trying to read his expression to understand if he's offended somehow or otherwise crossed a line, because - for once - he didn't intend to. The confusion is obvious in his voice as well, but he does not fight against the pull of energy.]

I can deal with it better than you.

[Their hands are still joined and he draws confidence from that, moving forward a little, until their faces are dangerously close to touching. Until he can speak so very quietly, just for them.]

Won't you let me take it for you?
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-01 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Their closeness shouldn't give Xingchen some sort of peace. It should be tense and he should be wary, but instead he just feels...fine.

He can feel the puffs of air against his face as Xue Yang breathes and speaks, can feel the heat radiating off of him. That isn't particularly pleasant after what he's been through, but it still tells him that they're both alive and here and Xue Yang is still trying to do something good in his way.]


You have too much resentment in you already.

[That anger isn't the same as having spirits dwell within oneself, they both know. And Xingchen knows that keeping him from taking on more darkness isn't going to fix things, but he wants to try.

His thumb moves, rubbing almost tenderly across Xue Yang's cheek. He leans forward slightly, his nose bumping Xue Yang's face, but he stops himself at the last second before their lips can meet.

He shouldn't. He really shouldn't.]


I chose this. You don't have to do anything. I chose this.
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-01 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Only when he hears it does he realise that his breath is shaky, that even his hand is trembling a little. With a frown, he tries to overcome that, breathing in deeply and releasing the air slowly from his mouth, entirely too aware that Xingchen was close enough to feel that.]

My resentment is my own, daozhang. This is just-- It's not mine. I can dispel it.

[But he doesn't try again, not against Xingchen's will.]

I'm choosing this. Does that not mean at least as much? Does it not mean more, since it's important to me?
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-01 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shouldn't do any of this. He shouldn't humor Xue Yang at all. Yet the more he listens, to the words, to the very breath expelled, Xingchen can't help but fall deeper into this.I.

Xue Yang is a complicated and Xingchen has struggled for a long time with understanding him. He still doesn't, not really. But this moment feels so real. Like the emotions match the spoken word and the truth is laid bare.

This is important to Xue Yang. Xingchen thinks he can hear that he himself is important to Xue Yang in certain terms.

His hand slowly slips further back, gently cupping the back of Xue Yang's neck, before their lips finally meet. The kiss counts as nothing other than chaste, just a simple press of mouths. Later Xingchen will be able to blame his fatigue or his loneliness if cornered. It's easier to give in for this little act than to constantly fight it.

When he pulls back, his voice barely breaches a whisper.]


...Thank you.
thesuspense: (who doesn't want some)

[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[In spite of everything, he hasn't seen the kiss coming and perhaps that is why he is all but frozen for a few moments, letting himself be kissed and not responding. His eyes were wide when Xingchen pulled away and if Xingchen had been able to see, he would have noticed the sudden spark in them.

The spark that turned into a raging fire of desire in an instant, before the last syllable of that 'thank you' has even been uttered. Xue Yang moves forward, meeting Xingchen's lips again, and this time the kiss is as far from chaste as it can be. He moves partially on top of Xingchen, his hands on his shoulders to push him down, his lips parted, the kiss deepening. Everything he'd been holding at bay exploding, while he does reach out, to find that darkness inside Xingchen again. This time there is no need to take 'no' for an answer. To his understanding, Xingchen has agreed.]
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even blind, Xingchen should have seen this outcome. He practically brought it upon himself. But it catches him off-guard, making it easy for Xue Yang to keep him down and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

Xue Yang kisses him like a man parched. Xingchen winds up with both his hands in Xue Yang's hair by some point and he tangles his fingers there, trying to pull him away after a time, lest he suffocates. He manages it, finally, and gasps for breath.]


There's...there's no need to rush.

[Even if Xue Yang is trying to pull out all of the spirits residing inside Xingchen's body, Xingchen doesn't think it will work. He can feel them or some energy practically clinging to his Core. Xue Yang can get something, but not everything.]

Breathe, Xue Yang.
Edited 2022-06-01 23:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-02 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[No need to rush, when it feels as if he needs to kiss him so much more than he has to breathe? He laughs at the thought alone, before moving forward again immediately, to at least brush their lips against one another. He allows Xingchen to catch his breath, however, turning his head so he can press his lips against Xingchen's cheek instead, have his smile be felt.

So there is some energy clinging to Xingchen's core. Whatever. He is clinging too.]


If there's no need to rush, daozhang, then is there anything you want to do slowly?

[There is more than just a hint of innuendo in his voice there, a lilt to it.]
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-02 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's falling right back into his old habits. Falling into the trap that is Xue Yang. He'll be sweet for a time and make things feel like they're great, but then he'll always be that awful monster of a human and Xingchen is certain it will rear its ugly head again.

Except Xingchen can't turn off the way his heart feels or how his body responds to this attention. And, surely, he's been making progress with Xue Yang. It hasn't been an ideal situation, but he's been doing better than Xingchen ever expected. He shouldn't indulge in this in case Xue Yang turns around and ruins his life all over again, but at the same time Xingchen thinks he has to deal with this differently. Instead of telling Xue Yang no, maybe he needs to gently take his hand and lead him in a different direction. He needs to be guided instead of shut out.

The teasing in Xue Yang's voice is delivered with every intention of riling Xingchen up and probably eventually getting sex out of this.

...Xingchen is not entirely opposed to such an outcome, against his better judgment.]


You woke me up, Xue Yang.

[He turns his head to meet Xue Yang's lips in a brief kiss again, this time with a little smile of his own.]

What if I wanted to go back to sleep?
Edited (Phone spelling is a nightmare) 2022-06-02 19:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
What's stopping you? [He sounds perfectly innocent, just wondering what in the world could be keeping his daozhang awake. And then he pulls himself up with both hands, hovering over Xingchen for a moment, only to then stretch out on top of him and relax, his head tucked in against Xingchen's chest, speaking right against it.]

Let's sleep together, daozhang.

[He yawns, in an exaggerated fashion, and - much more subtly - shifts his hips just a little bit, moves against Xingchen just that same little bit. It feels good and perhaps a little better than it ought to.]

Sleep well.
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-02 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Oh. That fight went easier than expected. It can't even be called a fight at all, honestly.

Xingchen lies there and lets Xue Yang get himself comfortable, biting back a moan when their hips press together. That has to be intentional. If asked, Xue Yang would undoubtedly turn it back on Xingchen, though, and ask why he's so shameless and perverted. He just doesn't have the energy for it right now.

So they lie there, one of Xingchen's hands having traveled down to rest on Xue Yang's back while the other plays lightly with his hair. What does Xue Yang look like when he's like this, Xingchen wonders? He tries to bring up a memory of him in the lighthouse when he had eyes for a day, but the only images he can conjure up involve Xue Yang looking miserable. That can't match the reality of right now, when he's smiling and...happy.

Xingchen's hand stops moving in Xue Yang's hair for a moment.]


I...

[He trails off, then shakes his head, his fingers picking up where they left off.]
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-03 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
You...?

[Asking his question, Xue Yang wonders whether it may not be better to just let it go. Still, he is curious, because he's not quite sure what he may want to say. Not quite sure what to expect.

What he does know is that there is nothing like this feeling. His body, naturally, is yearning for more, but his mind, his soul? He is happy to lay here quietly, focusing on the feel of Xingchen's hand in his hair. He is not quite aware of his own smile, but it is there nonetheless, softer than his smile usually is. It's the closest he can feel to peacefulness.]
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-03 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It's nothing.

[He lies here, welcoming the weight of someone on him, next to him. The memories of various nights spent huddled close to his friends, sometimes one, sometimes both when winter seeped into the coffin home. Memories of times he almost felt whole again, like his little misfit family could be enough.

It wasn't. There was always still that deep sadness within him, even without the knowledge that this man who had become his closest friend after Song Lan was nothing of the sort.

Even now, when he's...coming to some terms with Xue Yang and feeling like they may be able to salvage something good, however small from this disaster, there's still a sadness holding on.

But his choices led him here, one way or another. He has to accept them and try to move forward.]


Just foolish wishes. Things I don't deserve.
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-06 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[It's not as if he's so oblivious as to not realise what kind of things may weigh on Xingchen's mind, as unaware as he can be at times, it's just that he is not certain how to talk about it. If there is a way to address it at all. Any way to resolve it.

But it's also true, ultimately, that a part of him only wants Xingchen to be happy. What else is there in the world worth wanting?]


You deserve good.
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-06 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Does he, anymore?

Xingchen's hands are bloody. Yes, he was tricked into killing all those people, but he still did it with his own hands. So many people. He isn't sure that he can ever come back from that. Even if he had countless lifetimes to make up for every single person whose life he cut short.

What he deserves is a horrible death. To be cut off from the cycle of reincarnation. The world should never have to suffer his ignorance ever again.

...But he doesn't voice any of this. Xue Yang isn't exactly the right person to hear such confessions.

Instead, he tries to pull himself out of those dark thoughts and focuses on slipping his fingers through Xue Yang's hair for a few moments. Then, quietly, in case his bedmate has fallen asleep - ]


...Xue Yang?

[There is no anger or disgust behind the way he speaks the name, not like there has been before. No, now it's just a name. Almost like how one would speak to a friend.]
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-06 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[He's nowhere close to falling asleep, too busy tuning in on the pattern of Xingchen's breathing, listening to his heart beat, focusing on the warmth coming from his body. He is far from being as relaxed as he may appear, although he is smiling again, unaware of it, simply because of Xingchen saying his name like that.]

What is it?
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-06 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Xue Yang isn't asleep. Xingchen feels a little grateful for that, to have someone to talk to, but he also wishes he could use Xue Yang being asleep as an excuse to not bring any of this up.]

Do you...ever wish you could start over?

[For someone who claimed, even a little jokingly, to want to go to sleep, Xingchen sure is talking a lot.]
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-06 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He exhales, breaking the rhythm he's tried to keep up, to breathe in sync with Xingchen. He considers the question, not sure how to answer it. Maybe he already has, that day in the lighthouse, kneeling in front of Xingchen.

But the mood is different tonight. He's been smiling, not long ago.]


Aish, daozhang. What do you think, with someone like me? Wasn't I born wrong already?

[But that doesn't mean he hasn't wished.]
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All these horrible phone typos, sob

[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-06 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right. That makes sense. Naturally.]

...Of course. That was a silly question. I guess most people would wish for that to some extent.

[A few more moments of playing with Xue Yang's hair pass by.]

I do not know if you were born wrong, but you were not treated right when you were small.
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I feel ya

[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I was treated right for my place in the world. Any nobody learns that sooner or later. I must have been dumb, since it took me long to learn.

[How strange, to think back to a time when he thought that way. That the world wasn't against him. That he didn't habe to become stronger just to lash out against the world in turn.]

If there was anything after death, daozhang, I'd wait on that pathway forever. Sit by a rock and wonder how you'd bore me describing it if you told a story. And then, when I see you one day, after a hundred cycles or a thousand, maybe then we could change things.
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
It still isn't right.

[If Xingchen were to take away his title and his once-sterling reputation, he wouldn't be so far removed from Xue Yang. If he had never been taken in by Baoshan Sanren, he could have ended up in a very similar situation. Would he have grown resentful toward the world, too? Would he have never learned the value of life and easily taken it for his own gain? Xingchen doesn't know. There's no way he could know.

All he wanted to do was save people. People who couldn't take care of themselves. People who didn't even necessarily like cultivators. People who simply needed a helping hand when no one else was willing. People like Xue Yang.

If that guilt were not already enough to make him emotional, Xue Yang's declaration grips at something in his chest. Xingchen takes his hand from Xue Yang's hair and covers his sunken eyes.]


...I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] thesuspense 2022-06-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[He slowly exhales, staying still on top of Xingchen and feeling the loss of his gentle touch. It seems to be cold suddenly, but he has expected as much. Feeling lost and cold with Xingchen right there, it is not that unusual. Breathing in again slowly, he reaches up to run his fingers through Xingchen's hair instead, because he feels he gets to, and because he wants to. Xingchen's hair is beautiful, silken, a lot more delicate than his own. Seems about right.]

You wanted to sleep, daozhang. Can't you sleep? Do you need a night-time story?
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[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-09 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xingchen shakes his head.]

I need to stop thinking. It does me no good.

[The fingers threading through his hair start to help. He breathes out and slowly relaxes, dropping his hand from his face to once more play with Xue Yang's hair.]

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