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January Catch-all

WHO: Xue Yang and open!
WHEN: Mid-late January
WHAT: Shenanigans! Xue Yang hasn't gotten into trouble in far too long. Also probable cuteness with his Daozhangs.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Violence! Will update/add in thread headings any ones that crop up.

I. Meditation
Ever since Song Zichen had taken the time and effort to sit him down and teach him how to meditate properly, it's become one of his favorite things to do in quiet moments. Even when it's cold out, Xue Yang tends to do his daily meditations outside. Focusing on keeping himself warm from the inside, bringing the energies out so he doesn't freeze when there's snow on the ground.

II. Dark part of Gazin - Closed to Song Lan (Xiao Xingchen is welcome to chime in too)
Xue Yang is a man used to living dangerously. The fact he's stopped in the past year, has turned his talents and strengths to forge work and farming changes nothing. He doesn't usually go looking for trouble either, sometimes...it just finds him anyway. Today he'll admit was partially his fault, as he'd taken his spirited stallion out for a gallop and they'd ended up in the opposite side of Gazin on the way back. The shield works quite well, but there are still some creatures in the city itself that are...less than happy.

And they're making sure he knows it now. He slashes with Jiangzaid, his stallion wheeling and striking out with furious hooves and angry teeth - together they make a mighty team! But it's not enough he escapes completely unscathed as claws slice through the air in a lunge that otherwise misses. Those claws rake over his back, earning angry hisses of pain as he urges his horse to run as fast as the mighty beast can.

It pisses him off of course, and his teeth remain bared the whole way home. He could go to Merlan for healing...but right now all he wants is the tender care of his husband and Xingchen, even if they might scold him for getting hurt again.

So by the time he manages to slow by the house, he's sagging against the stallion's neck and slips down to the ground, held up only by the strength of the horse. If Zichen isn't already outside, the stallion whinnies his distress. Jiangzai is at least sheathed, though he hasn't set it back across his gashed back.

III. Wildcard!

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A part of Xue Yang that even he hadn't known existed. Had been afraid to let it be seen, even when he realized it might exist. Xingchen had been the first to encourage it, to coax it to life. But then Zichen had appeared in Gazin. And they'd had to learn to live together, then it had become easier as Zichen taught Xue Yang, and Xue Yang had blossomed.

It had been simple after that to only encourage Zichen, to show him that touch doesn't have to be painful. That intimacy is a beautiful thing. He hasn't looked back since.

He laughs at the chuckle and tilts his head up for those kisses, letting the memory of pain wash away with the grime of riding and battle.

"Pain can't touch me when my A-Lan is here~"

Intimacy with his A-Yang and Xingchen is beautiful. And special. He holds those memories locked in his heart and sometimes one of them slips free, causing him to smile during his daily chores. Who else can boast that they have two people in their life that understand them and accept them inside and out?

Zichen deepens the last kiss, stroking his fingertips along Xue Yang's jawline.

"They wouldn't have injured you if I was there."

As gentle and quiet as Zichen can be with his loves, he is strong and fierce in battle. Fuxue is a sword that understands his desire to protect and it too will lash out at foes.

Grabbing the soft cloth again, he washes the rest of his lover, smiling secretly when he sees to the more intimate parts.

He loves being the cause of smiles from his daozhangs, rather than pain! To be wanted...relied on...is a feeling he'd always craved, but never believed he'd get. Now he has it, and he will never jeopardize it.

Xue Yang hums happily into the deeper kiss, leaning into it as he savors the feeling of love and safety this man brings him now. He nuzzles their lips together at that promise. "Of course not. But it's not your fault you didn't come with me today." So no blaming yourself, Zichen.

He flushes with quiet, shy delight at the tender washing, but does nothing to stop his husband. Zichen is someone with every right to see and touch every bit of him. And he likes the pampering.

The hum vibrates between them and Zichen smiles when they part, resting their foreheads flush for a few lazy moments.

"I can't be with you always, but I'm never far, love." he lays a hand over Xue Yang's chest and reassures himself that his heart is steady and strong, "I've found that I usually know when you've been hurt. I have been...sensitive...to that with Xingchen too."

It means their bond is deep and it makes him happy that part of Xue Yang reaches out to him. Zichen washes his adorable gremlin tenderly - even getting between his fingers and toes. Then he lifts him out of the water and wraps him in a soft towel.

"Bandaging can chafe; I think you will be more comfortable wearing a soft robe." he sets Xue Yang on the stool, "But if you would rather be bandaged, I can use fabric."

A hand lifts to trace that smile - each one is treasured. Xue Yang relaxes as their foreheads rest together, just gazing at his husband. Memorizing every little feature, as if he could ever forget even an imagined wrinkle.

He leans into that hand, knowing his husband only wants to make sure his heart beats strong, and beams at the statement. "Whenever I get hurt, I come straight to you. I like how strong our bond is." He'd never had it before.

He can't help but wiggle as his toes are washed! It makes him laugh! But then he's scooped up again and held close before carefully dried and set on the stool. Options.

"If I need to go out before I'm completely healed," which, well. He will. Just to the stables, to fuss and fawn over his sweet stallion for being such a good boy. And for fresh air. "Then I should have bandages. But just here, the robe is fine." To let the skin breathe. They're all used to and good at getting blood out of fabric.

Also he likes wearing as little as he can get away with when with his husband.

Eventually Zichen will be wrinkled and his hair will turn white, but his heart will remain the same. Xue Yang will be met with warm smiles and strong arms no matter Zichen's age!

He caresses the soft skin over his lover's heart and presses a kiss to his temple.

"I do too. The gods have given us a gift, A-Yang." a gift he pays attention to because he knows how awful it is to take something precious for granted and then to lose it.

Those toes are washed whether Xue Yang wiggles or not! He grins at the laughter and lifts his lover out of the dirty water, wrapping him in a towel to dry off. Nodding at the logic, though he does give his husband a sharp glance (going out?), Zichen sets fabric bandages on the counter.

"I don't think you will bleed unless you push yourself." he gives him a stern frown, "This will be fine for tonight."

Bringing out a soft robe in grey, he sets it on the counter too. Then he busies himself drying off his husband, chuckling at how his hair sticks up adorably from the static friction.

Wrinkled and white haired, Xue Yang will love Zichen no less.

He nuzzles their heads and lips together, unafraid to be utterly ridiculous. "I know," he murmurs, voice a bit rough from sudden emotion. "Being with you and A-Chen is worth everything." He'd ruined it in their world. And yet here...here he's done things right. Somehow. Or at least right enough to have gained his daozhangs' hearts.

The sharp look only gets Zichen a loving kiss. "If I go out, it'll be to see the horses, and I'll make sure you're with me." So there. He knows how his beloved worries and fusses. Then grins, though there's undeniable joy in his eyes. "How can I overdo it when my A-Lan is here with me?"

He pouts playfully at that chuckle as his hair is dried and sticks up in absurd angles. But even that isn't enough to shake his love, where it would have been before. His husband laughs because it's funny! Not out of malice. He can see the difference with Zichen now.

Xue Yang with white hair and wrinkles will be just as loved. Zichen will make sure their bed is warm and neat even then.

He presses in tighter, kissing those lips that tease him...and love him. The emotion in his lover's voice makes his heart ache and he isn't sure how to express it.

"Being with you...being with Xingchen... I would give my life a thousand times to make that possible." he lifts Xue Yang's damaged hand and kisses over his knuckles, nuzzling what is left of that pinky finger, "That is acceptable."

The charming addition makes him snort and he smooths down his lover's hair, kissing his forehead.

"Don't look so sad, A-Yang." and, yes, he laughs because it's funny and also because he thinks his husband is precious. Tossing the towel to the side, he helps Xue Yang into the robe, nuzzling their cheeks together as he does so.

Edited 2022-01-13 14:07 (UTC)

They tease each other now out of love. Not malice or pain.

Xue Yang snuggles in, curling into those arms as his body relaxes due to far less pain. It's only because of the love and trust he has in Zichen that he doesn't recoil as his mutilated hand is taken and kissed - instead it makes him flush and shiver as affection is lavished on it. Because of Zichen, he doesn't hate it anymore.

"I'd rather have you with me those thousand lifetimes."

He grins at the snort, deciding victory! Then laughs, too, joining his love in the happy sound and giving up his feigned sorrow. He settles into the robe, happily nuzzling right back and playfully purring at his silly husband.

"How can I be sad? My husband is being cute!"

Zichen knows how negative thoughts surround the poor hand. But, truly, isn't the hand a sign of Xue Yang's strength and resiliency? He doesn't see anything disgusting; the scars are a testament, written on his husband's skin. A declaration that his A-Yang wants to live; wants to be happy; want to be loved.

He holds that hand against his cheek, giving it more love with a soft smile.

"As would I. A thousand would be a good start."

Their laughter echoes in the room and brightens his soul. Zichen ties the robe closed around his A-Yang's waist and then grabs a brush. He straightens out any tangles and then grins, slipping his arms around his husband again. Just to hold him.

"Your husband wants to take care of you."

He almost even likes looking at it now, because it reminds him of his Zichen. It doesn't bother him at all, now, for his hand to be pressed against his husband's soft cheek, and he rubs that hand's thumb over precious features.

He grins at the idea of thousands of years with this man and kisses that sweet smile. "Just a start," he chirps cheerfully.

But for someone else to brush his hair for him...yes. He melts with a sigh, eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the pampering. It's made even better when Zichen's done by those arms wrapping around him. He leans against his husband, snuggling in and tucks his face to the strong shoulder.

"My husband can do anything he wants."

He captures that thumb for a kiss and then leans into the kiss he is given, his eyes almost closing. Zichen craves contact with his A-Yang and Xingchen too. He never thought he would like touch, but with them, it's different. It's perfect.

"Only a beginning. I'll need at least a thousand lifetimes more to love you."

Retrieving the hair brush, he slides the bristles through his A-Yang's hair, massaging his scalp along the way. It delights him to hear that sigh and he can't resist embracing him.

"Ah...that is a dangerous thing to say." Zichen flushes and tilts his head, "Where would you be most comfortable? Everything is fresh and clean. I washed our bedding today."

All three of them have been starved for affection. For touch that doesn't hurt. Now they have each other, and his sweet Zichen doesn't fear it with them. Any flicker of doubt he might have that his husband enjoys making love with him is easily swept away by how passionate he is.

Xue Yang smiles and shakes his head. "Not with you, A-Lan." Anyone else, with the exception of Xingchen, yes. It would be dangerous and he wouldn't even consider saying those words. But his husband? Their A-Chen? No. He's safe with them.

"Mm...You've been working hard. Where were you going to spend the rest of the day?" Because that's where he wants to be. Anywhere near his beloved.

Touch had always hurt him; he remembers the first time he was used and the scars that left on his body and in his mind. He had felt safe with his Master, but that couldn't last forever, and when he left the temple, he had been afraid. Defensive. Until he met Xiao Xingchen. Then his fear began to ease, bit by bit, yet it never disappeared. And his Xingchen never pushed.

Xue Yang has managed to cross that barrier, to break it into pieces and show Zichen that touch can feel amazing. He recently shared that gift with Xingchen too and found new joy. All thanks to his A-Yang.

"I'm going to make dinner. You can sit at the table while I work." he smiles, pleased that he is the exception. Or one of the exceptions.

Zichen takes hold of his lover's hand and squeezes it warmly.

"I'll carry you. Just wrap your arms around my neck."

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