[The way he stumbles, the faint hint of red on his blindfold, that expression and the sobs, it's setting Xue Yang on edge. Almost as if he can see the cut on Xingchen's throat and he feels helpless. What does he do?
He has to stop that despair. He doesn't want that again. He wants Xingchen living, breathing, warm, even if only the corpse would ever willingly let him near.
So what can he do? Is there anything to say?]
Don't worry about that, daozhang. I'm dead already.
[It takes some time to catch his breath and get a hold of himself. By the time he does, Xingchen can feel some blood tracking down his cheek. Which means there must be some blood on his hands at least, and definitely stains on the cloth now.
He barely hears Xue Yang speak again, but it does register eventually. It doesn't make sense. He can't mean it literally, but if it's a metaphor, he can't really understand why he feels that way, either. Instead, he allows himself to slide down to the ground.]
[Simple words, a simple statement, and the sentiment behind it lost for so many reasons, because he knows that it's not something Xingchen wants to be true. He knows that Xingchen doesn't know of years spent yearning, of cold nights by a coffin, and he also knows that if he did know, it would horrify rather than please him.
No less true, but useless words anyway.
Stepping forward, he crouches down in front of Xingchen and looks at him, feels his chest hurting and wonders what there is to do about it. He's not used to pain he can't ignore.]
I'm going now.
[That said he reaches into a pocket and gets a single piece of candy, which he puts down in front of Xingchen. After a moment, he thinks better of it and gives it a nudge, so it lightly touches Xingchen's knee. So he can't just ignore it.
Then he gets up, stares at him, holds his breath and leaves.]
[This is exhausting. Every moment dedicated to even thinking about Xue Yang leaves Xingchen drained. He can't spend a second in the other man's presence without wanting to take hours to recover his mental fortitude.
So, for now, he lets his bloodied hands fall into his lap as he just...leans against the wall. Even the little nudge against his knee gets no reaction. He sits and he breathes and he bleeds and finally, finally Xue Yang leaves him.]
...I wish you'd forget me.
[A whisper, one he knows Xue Yang won't here, whatever that means. After some time, he pats around for whatever Xue Yang left behind. Upon finding it, he feels the small thing, listens to the slightly crinkly wrapping, and his shoulders drop.
Candy.
He's sick of candy.
Xingchen continues to feel the shape of the little treat with no intention of actually eating it. And yet, instead of throwing it back to the ground, he slowly tucks it away inside his robes before pushing himself to his feet. It's time to...go back to helping where he can. He hopes he won't run into Xue Yang again.]
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He has to stop that despair. He doesn't want that again. He wants Xingchen living, breathing, warm, even if only the corpse would ever willingly let him near.
So what can he do? Is there anything to say?]
Don't worry about that, daozhang. I'm dead already.
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He barely hears Xue Yang speak again, but it does register eventually. It doesn't make sense. He can't mean it literally, but if it's a metaphor, he can't really understand why he feels that way, either. Instead, he allows himself to slide down to the ground.]
Yet you still haunt me.
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[Simple words, a simple statement, and the sentiment behind it lost for so many reasons, because he knows that it's not something Xingchen wants to be true. He knows that Xingchen doesn't know of years spent yearning, of cold nights by a coffin, and he also knows that if he did know, it would horrify rather than please him.
No less true, but useless words anyway.
Stepping forward, he crouches down in front of Xingchen and looks at him, feels his chest hurting and wonders what there is to do about it. He's not used to pain he can't ignore.]
I'm going now.
[That said he reaches into a pocket and gets a single piece of candy, which he puts down in front of Xingchen. After a moment, he thinks better of it and gives it a nudge, so it lightly touches Xingchen's knee. So he can't just ignore it.
Then he gets up, stares at him, holds his breath and leaves.]
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So, for now, he lets his bloodied hands fall into his lap as he just...leans against the wall. Even the little nudge against his knee gets no reaction. He sits and he breathes and he bleeds and finally, finally Xue Yang leaves him.]
...I wish you'd forget me.
[A whisper, one he knows Xue Yang won't here, whatever that means. After some time, he pats around for whatever Xue Yang left behind. Upon finding it, he feels the small thing, listens to the slightly crinkly wrapping, and his shoulders drop.
Candy.
He's sick of candy.
Xingchen continues to feel the shape of the little treat with no intention of actually eating it. And yet, instead of throwing it back to the ground, he slowly tucks it away inside his robes before pushing himself to his feet. It's time to...go back to helping where he can. He hopes he won't run into Xue Yang again.]