Song Lan 宋岚 Song Zichen 宋子琛 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zichen) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
farsickness2020-04-01 01:59 pm
zichen) wrote in farsickness2020-04-01 01:59 pm
Only a fleeting image...
WHO: Song Lan/Song Zichen & OPEN
WHEN: On the day of his arrival.
WHAT: He is trying to find his equilibrium.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Grief and there might be some gore depending on how things go (mainly having to do with eyes); I will update as necessary.
Guilt weighs heavily on his shoulders as he wanders the busy streets of Gazin. Seeing Xue Yang with Xingchen had been a shock and some part of him had recoiled, too angry and too disgusted to carry on. But that had only been a small part of him; he had been prepared to face the man and rescue Xingchen from his grasp. Zichen doesn't think his momentary weakness should have been enough to transport him somewhere else entirely.
Yet it had.
Now he has no way of aiding his other half, trapped among crowds he barely sees. Anytime someone brushes against him, he flinches, reacting illogically. Common sense has nothing to do with his fear and he feels his skin crawling. If only he could find an open space - then he might be able to think.
An alleyway must serve that purpose and he leans against a wall, breathing deeply, his expression pained. Poor Xingchen. He has no idea he is in the presence of a murderous monster. If he had his eyes, he would know. But Xue Yang is using his weakness against him.
Zichen will kill him for that. His hand rises to touch Fuxue's hilt and he steadies himself to walk back into the throng.
WHEN: On the day of his arrival.
WHAT: He is trying to find his equilibrium.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Grief and there might be some gore depending on how things go (mainly having to do with eyes); I will update as necessary.
Guilt weighs heavily on his shoulders as he wanders the busy streets of Gazin. Seeing Xue Yang with Xingchen had been a shock and some part of him had recoiled, too angry and too disgusted to carry on. But that had only been a small part of him; he had been prepared to face the man and rescue Xingchen from his grasp. Zichen doesn't think his momentary weakness should have been enough to transport him somewhere else entirely.
Yet it had.
Now he has no way of aiding his other half, trapped among crowds he barely sees. Anytime someone brushes against him, he flinches, reacting illogically. Common sense has nothing to do with his fear and he feels his skin crawling. If only he could find an open space - then he might be able to think.
An alleyway must serve that purpose and he leans against a wall, breathing deeply, his expression pained. Poor Xingchen. He has no idea he is in the presence of a murderous monster. If he had his eyes, he would know. But Xue Yang is using his weakness against him.
Zichen will kill him for that. His hand rises to touch Fuxue's hilt and he steadies himself to walk back into the throng.