After the group night hunt in the forest, Xiao Xingchen all but vanishes. He doesn't return to the place that he and Xue Yang shared, he doesn't want to set foot in it. He finds another place...and then doesn't stay there either.
It's the first time in four days that he's been back to it. Xingchen pauses at the steps, head tilting the buzzing of flies around his oldest offerings. Xue Yang really is like a feral cat, right down to leaving things on his doorstep. He continues without touching any of it. He's barely eaten but he has no appetite. He keeps thinking back to their last meal in that kitchen, the sound of his - of Xue Yang's laughter. The touch of his lips when he'd surprised Xingchen with a kiss. The warmth of his arms.
Xingchen leans back against the door once he's inside. It's pitch black, but it doesn't matter. What use does a blind man have for candles?
He has no use for the candies in his sleeve either. He just can't seem to stop buying them.
He was lied to. He was betrayed. He was toyed with. Xue Yang is a murderer who's cheated justice. But for a little while, he was a part of Xingchen's family too. It was hard enough to live with a hole shaped like Zichen in his heart, but his friend - Xue Yang - he made it beat again.
And then he crushed it.
The white bandages over his eyes are stained again, but so is his sleeve. Xingchen gathers his strength and pushes away from the door to focus on his physical and far less painful wound - a laceration around his forearm from a monster's tail.
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It's the first time in four days that he's been back to it. Xingchen pauses at the steps, head tilting the buzzing of flies around his oldest offerings. Xue Yang really is like a feral cat, right down to leaving things on his doorstep. He continues without touching any of it. He's barely eaten but he has no appetite. He keeps thinking back to their last meal in that kitchen, the sound of his - of Xue Yang's laughter. The touch of his lips when he'd surprised Xingchen with a kiss. The warmth of his arms.
Xingchen leans back against the door once he's inside. It's pitch black, but it doesn't matter. What use does a blind man have for candles?
He has no use for the candies in his sleeve either. He just can't seem to stop buying them.
He was lied to. He was betrayed. He was toyed with. Xue Yang is a murderer who's cheated justice. But for a little while, he was a part of Xingchen's family too. It was hard enough to live with a hole shaped like Zichen in his heart, but his friend - Xue Yang - he made it beat again.
And then he crushed it.
The white bandages over his eyes are stained again, but so is his sleeve. Xingchen gathers his strength and pushes away from the door to focus on his physical and far less painful wound - a laceration around his forearm from a monster's tail.