farsickness | Moving Day + Open prompts

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xue yang | the untamed

Moving Day + Open prompts

WHO: Xue Yang and open and closed prompts
WHEN: Middle to late November
WHAT: Moving from merchant's apartment to the house they've finished building, horse hunting, forge work, tavern visit
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: None planned, will update in specific threads if/as something comes up.

Moving Day! Closed to Song Lan

They haven't accumulated a whole lot of stuff in the half year they've lived together. They've actually been fairly frugal, especially since they'd started on plans for a house of their own. Mostly just clothes they've bought, their weapons, and what cooking supplies they've purchased which hadn't come with the small apartment Xue Yang had rented from his former employer.

He reaches out and playfully tugs on his husband's sleeve after shouldering his bag. "Ready to go home, love?" It's a pretty little log cabin with a really rather luxurious bathroom. There are still a few last things to put in, but they can wait until they have more money again.

Visit to horse breeder! Open to any who wish to go see horses and buy a few!

Zichen had made the suggestion to get a few horses, back before Xingchen's most recent disappearance, and now they're finally going to take a look at the breeder for what is available. Sorry Zichen, but Xue Yang is only not actually bouncing because he knows it would make him limp all the way home. He's just Excited! And considering how hurt losing Xingchen yet again he'd been...?

This is a good thing. But at least he hadn't fallen apart as he had the first two times. He peers into stalls with wide eyes and a childish grin, moving from stall to stall saying hello to every cute horse within and listening as the breeder describes each one.

Merlan's Forge: OTA

Xue Yang so far has been enjoying the new job. It's both physically demanding, which helps his level of energy, and safer. Merlan has many protections around her home, nothing can get in that she doesn't want in. And he has a lot of energy to work out. But that's fine! He's doing fairly well, learning how to work the forge as well as helping her make various things.

He has a sturdy new outfit, too. And a good, protective glove for his mangled left hand. It doesn't get in the way though, and thanks to his husband's efforts and diligent work, there is much less pain in daily work. He's taken to pulling his hair back so it's out of the way, too. Anyone who visits is treated to a quick grin and he leaps to help take orders or show what's already been made.

Tavern: OTA

He's still a fairly common sight in the tavern, though usually just passing through to get new ideas for meals to make with Zichen, and when or if Xingchen comes back. Even for if Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji ever decide to visit the new house he has with Zichen! He'd be a poor host if he didn't keep looking for new ideas. And tasting them.

But also the tavern is a nice place to see people and check to see how the town itself is doing. Any news is gathered and chatted about for any new or extra juicy tidbits. Especially to hear of any new comers or lack of a face that people notice.

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Speaking of money, Song Zichen has been working odd jobs - some more dangerous than others. He has managed to hide the results of one job that went astray. Now is not the time to frighten his husband. This should be a happy day, shouldn't it? So he keeps himself well-bandaged under his robes and tries to walk normally.

As the day goes on, however, all color leaves his face and he can feel that the bandages are...damp. The tug on his sleeve has him looking at his husband in a panic.

He doesn't mean to...ruin things. He really doesn't.

A happy day indeed! But he senses something wrong when Zichen gives him that look. Xue Yang immediately turns to fully face him with a furrow between his brows.

"What's wrong?"

Had he missed something important? What?! The tug turns to a gentle hand on Zichen's arm and he searches for signs of whatever it is that has his husband panicking.

His vision swims and he sways dangerously, grabbing onto Xue Yang's arm in return. He feels cold and hot, the pain of his wound making him sick. It was a mistake to hide it; why does he make such shoddy decisions during crucial moments?

"Bandits...surrounded me...on my ride. I took on one of your old jobs." Zichen tries to explain, closing his eyes, "I was stabbed. I thought I...tended to it...but it feels..."

Bad. He tries to tug open his robes, his hands shaking.

Fear shoots through him at the swaying, and he immediately slips an arm around his husband's waist to support him. It makes him both sick and furious - furious at the bandits and sick...because his husband had tried to hide wounds from him.

He can scold later. For now, he guides his husband to the table and gets him to sit before kneeling and helping in pulling those robes open. "You should have told me," he murmurs, voice a little shaky despite his efforts. "Did you just bandage it or did you also put healing herbs on it?"

His reasons for hiding them are rather silly in hindsight, but this...

This is a special day for them. He hadn't wanted to see Xue Yang worried like this. His husband's smile - and his joy - are precious to Zichen.

He sits with a groan and pulls open the fabric of his robes. The bandage is red and he hisses lowly, letting Xue Yang unwind it. He has been stabbed in the abdomen - not too deeply, but just enough to make it messy.

And painful.

"B-Both." Zichen frowns at the wounds, "Can you help me...with stitches?"

Edited 2020-11-25 03:49 (UTC)

Xue Yang sets his bag down and gently looks over the wounds. They make his heart hurt and he impulsively leans in to press a very light kiss over his husband's heart. He can tell it's not life-threatening, but it's painful. And could get infected. But at least his Zichen had tended it with herbs and bound it.

The question has him huff as if offended Zichen even needs to ask! "Of course." Of course he will take good care of his precious husband. And since their medical supplies had been in this last bag...he turns to open it and pull out fresh bandages, a salve of healing herbs for such injuries, and needle and thread.

"Do you want to lie down while I work?"

The kiss helps him fight the panic. He has his A-Yang; what is there to fear? Zichen strokes the backs of his fingers down Xue Yang's cheek and nods.

"Help me onto the table."

It's flat, so he won't be moving around (or sinking into it) and it's at a good height for Xue Yang to be comfortable while he works. He trusts his husband fully and completely and once he is laying on the table, he squeezes his beloved's hand.

"You will do a fine job, my A-Yang."

He rubs his cheek against those fingers and immediately, carefully, helps Zichen up onto the table and helps him stretch out. Then takes a moment to kiss him properly to help him relax and reassure them both that their bond is simply far too strong.

Xue Yang manages a smile and presses another kiss to that hand. "I know how to fix wounds up, especially stab wounds!" Considering how many times he's had to fix himself up after being stabbed... "I'll have you all better quickly. Then we can get you home and in bed to rest. I can finish bringing the last bags over once you're comfortable." And the fire going, of course!

He moves to the sink to get water, then returns to his husband's side to get to work. "Did you deal with the bandits?" He asks to help distract Zichen from the pain. His stitches are tidy, and then he wraps it with a fresh bandage with over a cloth treated with the salve.

Their bond is what, finally, helps him find his calm. Xue Yang used to be a source of frustration and fear for him; now he is like a gentle fire, seeking to warm him and melt every last bit of ice in his heart. Zichen adores him and he trusts him with his life.

The kiss earns a smile and he lays back on the table, doing his best to keep absolutely still. Pain doesn't frighten him, but it is entirely unpleasant to feel yourself gushing blood.

"You've had too many." he watches his beloved softly, gritting his teeth when he gets to work, "Yes. I am...fond of horses...like you...and they tried to kill my stallion too." his brow furrows at the memory, "How can anyone be so cruel?"

So even stabbed, he had the energy to finish them off and get his poor frightened stallion friend home.

Xue Yang used to be only chaos and horrible, murderous mischief. Now...Zichen and Xingchen have taught him how to calm that chaos. How to be kind and helpful. How to steady.

"Good," it's just shy of a growl. If Zichen hadn't finished them off, Xue Yang would have hunted them down himself. "Is your poor stallion alright?"

'How can anyone be so cruel?' He frowns, but his hands don't shake as he keeps working. "Humans can be horrible people. I would have gone after the person, not the horse though."

The word sends a pleasant tingle down his spine and he has to swallow before he answers.

"Yes. He isn't mine, but I am fond of him. He greets me every time I walk by his yard."

It's sort of hard to dislike an animal that hurries to you and nudges your cheek with their nose. Zichen carries apples for him and tiny sugar cubes.

The stitching is nice, tight and neat. Pride swells in his chest and he pulls Xue Yang down into a kiss the moment the other man is close by.

"You wouldn't have harmed an innocent animal, A-Yang. Men can be terrible and justice comes in many forms, but animals are blameless." he pauses and adds, "Thank you, love. It feels better."

Edited 2020-11-25 05:48 (UTC)

"I'd love to meet him! And soon we can go talk to the breeder about our own horses." He wouldn't be surprised to hear what his sweet husband does for the horse!

He finishes his work up with a fresh bandage treated with healing salve before he's tugged in for a kiss. He huffs before relenting and melting into it with a hum. Xue Yang rubs their lips together before pulling back and wiping his hands clean.

"Not even a tiny wound! They're too sweet and cute!"

Xue Yang moves to help his husband to sit up. "A-Lan...Please don't hide any injury from me...I don't care what day it is or what we have planned. I want to take care of you just as you take care of me."

"He is on the way to the breeder. We could stop and say hello together." Zichen smiles into the kiss a split second later, burying a hand in his A-Yang's soft hair. He will thank him fully when he is more healed, but until then, his sweet husband will be kissed senseless.

"Nn..." he groans as he sits up, moving carefully so the stitches don't pull overmuch, "...I'm sorry, A-Yang."

Guilt is written clearly on his face.

"I've been looking forward to today and I didn't want to think about anything else." he smiles a little, "You take excellent care of me. Help me to our new house, please?"

About that~ He knows someone who can heal his A-Lan up real quick! Xue Yang helps support him as he sits up, wrapping a supporting arm around him. Then releases him long enough to settle his clothes back in place.

The apology has him flush a little, but then he leans in to press another gentle kiss to Zichen's lips. "I'm not...angry. I just can't lose you. Ever." He'd break and all the progress he's made would be undone.

"Merlan can heal you the rest of the way, but let's get you home first. Then I'll go get her."

He makes short work in repacking the healing supplies into the bag, then slings it over his shoulder before reaching to help his husband stand.

"Lean on me, love. I won't let you fall or stumble."

The gentle care leaves his cheeks pink; how can he possibly interfere with his Xue Yang's sweet fussing? His robes are loose enough that they won't aggravate the newly stitched wounds, however Zichen is feeling somewhat drained. Communicating as much feels like admitting defeat - he is a prouder man than he lets on - but he trusts his husband to lead him.

"You won't lose me." he wraps an arm around his A-Yang, closing his eyes to get his bearings. The news about Merlan has him open them again, his voice softer, unsure:

"If she doesn't mind?" Zichen has a cardinal rule about not bothering anyone. The only one who he might break said rule with is Xue Yang. But he trusts he would tell him if he had gone too far.

"Your leg...?" he lays a hand on his husband's chest, "You've carried so much today. Just hold my hand and we will make it."

They're a lot alike in that, though for Xue Yang it's more he's used to have to fix himself up and then suffer through the healing process. Alone. And so he knows his husband must be feeling drained, it doesn't need to be said.

He nuzzles his beloved's cheek fondly. "She told me to let her know if I came across anyone hurt or sick, that she can heal them up. I'd say you qualify!" But he thinks as he starts them out of the small set of rooms. Stubbornly keeping an arm wrapped around Zichen's waist instead of just holding his hand.

"It's fine. I'll soak it when we get home. Then we'll rest. But if she doesn't want to come to the house, we can go to her in a day or so when you've regained some energy for the trip. Maybe I can borrow a horse to help..."

The nuzzling, strangely, makes everything feel...right. Safe. Zichen doesn't understand how his husband has this effect on him, but he does.

"It's only a few stab wounds." he murmurs, his lips twitching as if he too knows that is a ridiculous statement. A few stab wounds could kill someone else. He's lucky he has a strong Core.

Sighing, he allows the hold around his waist, his arm sneaking around Xue Yang in return. If he is held, he can hold too.

"I'll be strong enough. My Core will replenish the blood I lost and my energy will return." Zichen turns his head to kiss Xue Yang's temple as they walk, "I'll show you how to use spiritual energy to heal."

Zichen has the same effect on him. He's happy if he can return the feeling even a little.

The comment startles a snicker from Xue Yang and he can't resist pressing a kiss to his husband's cheek. "I'm good at stitching, if you don't stress yourself too much, they won't open. They shouldn't even leave much of a scar." Not that he thinks scars on Zichen are ugly, just means his poor lover got hurt. But also that he survived.

"I know how to heal myself with it. It's others I'm not good at using it for." He smiles as Zichen wraps an arm around him and helps keep him steady. Just a bit more of a guiding arm than anything more, really. Making sure nothing tries to trip Zichen up as they head out of town and to the house.

"You are." he agrees, raising his free hand to touch his abdomen lightly, "I want to better your healing skills, A-Yang. I think you could prove to be very talented."

Zichen isn't frightened of scars - they are not in an occupation that is safe enough for that fear. In a way, he finds them beautiful; each mark tells a story and he has traced those reminders on his husband with his lips and his fingertips.

"Then let's work on that." he gives his beloved a little squeeze around his waist, taking a deep breath when they are outside. His chest and his abdomen complain about it, but he ignores the pain.

"Your heart is sound, love. You hid it behind cruelty, anger and pain. I know you can be empathetic - you are so aware of my pain. That is the best quality of a healer."

Xue Yang. A healer. Wouldn't that shock his Senior? The idea makes him grin before he really thinks about it. Then it makes him feel...Warm. Good. And makes him miss Wen Qing all over again. She could have taught him. But Zichen knows a good deal too. "You know I'll learn anything you want to teach me, to the best I can."

They've both spent hours exploring each others' scars with fingertips and lips. Soothing any imagined or old ache with tender love. He's learned to not hate his mangled left hand quite so much, and it really does feel a lot better than ever before. He has more use with it now, too.

"I'd like that," he murmurs, watching his husband's expression when they get outside. He huffs a little. "Be nice to your chest, it works hard to keep you safe!" The old him would have been annoyed if his hard work had just been undone, but this him? Is more worried Zichen is just hurting himself all over again.

He flushes at being told he can be empathetic. "...That's because I love you. I feel your pain better than my own. I'm...trying...to expand it, it just doesn't come as easy as it does with you."

A good shock - and further proof that Xue Yang has chosen a new road to travel. Zichen wants to walk beside him, hand in hand, for as long as he is allowed. This man his sweet husband is becoming can - and will - do a lot of good. Seeing his transformation has proven something to him: the dream he and Xingchen share is possible.

They can help others. But no one will be like his - their - A-Yang.

"We can start with herbal remedies. I am not as well-versed as Wen Qing, but I can teach you the basics." as he has done for Xue Yang's hand and leg. Surgical procedures are beyond him - except where he can assist a full-fledged healer - but he knows what medicines are traditionally used to aid in healing wounds. And he can stitch quite well.

"My head feels better when I can breathe deep." he explains, looking a little guilty, "I'll be good to your work, A-Yang."

No, he has no desire to pop a stitch. And the way his beloved phrases his concerns makes him even more determined to keep himself in decent shape.

"I am no different from everyone else. Xingchen is..." his lips twitch, "Beautiful. I think we an both agree on that. But he too is no different from others. There are men and women out there just like him; just like me. Would you leave them bleeding, hurt and frightened? I don't think you would."

It's a road he'd be very happy to walk with Zichen! He'll go anywhere with his Daozhangs, just as long as they let him come with them. Or he'll follow as long as he can.

"I think you can teach more than just the basics, love," he teases fondly, a grin tugging at his lips. But there's that eagerness about him again, too. He gets to actually be properly taught. Finally. It's starting to soothe some old pain in him, that people actually are interested in teaching him good things. Guide him.

He accepts the explanation and presses a kiss to his husband's cheek. But he's watching you, Zichen!

When his husband describes Xingchen, a laugh escapes and he nods in agreement. "So are you, love." His A-Lan is gorgeous and no one will convince him otherwise! But then he listens to the rest and his head tilts as he realizes...Zichen knows him better than he knows himself.

"...But that's...something I can see. I can see and smell blood when it's spilled. Before I wouldn't have bothered. Now though...no. I'd stop and do what I could, if I had the supplies with me."

Zichen's soul isn't going to leave Xue Yang behind. He is a stubborn man; surely his spirit is just as hard-headed. Somehow, some way, he will hold Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen close to him and keep them safe.

"We will go as far as we can. I don't mind learning more in the process." he likes lessons too - but not for the same reason. As a quiet soul, Zichen has often found comfort in reading and learning. Now that he can share what he has absorbed, it's...exciting.

The kiss against his cheek will only make his skin warmer. Yes, please watch him. Carefully.

"Mm?" he looks at Xue Yang as if he has said something amazing, "I'm...not. He's...so kind. You can see it on his face. I wouldn't have left the temple with anyone else. He made it so easy on me."

But that's Xingchen. He is a natural parent and friend to all in need. Zichen can't imagine anyone not adoring him.

"I think you would stop anyway, supplies or not. Sometimes...when someone is difficult..." his eyes twinkle affectionately, a little amused, "I remember that they were once a child. So as I tend to them, I see the fragile child."

They're both rather stubborn men! Now that they have each other, they won't be letting go!

"Actual lessons, not for fear of being beaten, can be fun." Even better beside Zichen, he decides. "I wonder what books we might find...?" It's a quiet thought he's never given voice to. But it...would be nice. To get to read sometime. Maybe double with curling up with Zichen? There's an almost shy tilt to his smile as he thinks about it.

But then his focus is back on his husband and his smile brightens at that expression. "You are! You are both stunning." He nuzzles his husband's cheek with his smile.

"Hm...I think..." Then he laughs at that fond tease in his beloved's eye. "I'll remember that." And treat them gently. Firmly, but gently.

"The only reason I would beat you is if you truly crossed a line, A-Yang. I wouldn't enjoy it and it would hurt me deeply." Zichen blinks at the mention of books. Would Xue Yang enjoy reading? Is that something they could do together? Perhaps in their bed in the the soft light of a candle?

"I will look." he can't say no to that little smile. Before feeling too bashful to act, he presses a soft kiss to the edge of his husband's lips. The nuzzling...and the words...make him feel like he is on fire.

"You're not teasing me?" Zichen peers at him for a moment before basking in the laughter his tease brings, "A-Yang, I love you. Love should always be shared once it is felt."

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