farsickness | You intruded on paradise.

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xue yang | the untamed

You intruded on paradise.

WHO: Song Lan/Song Zichen & Xue Yang (Open to Xiao Xingchen too.)
WHEN: Several weeks after he learns of the wedding.
WHAT: He needs to test Xue Yang in order to understand him.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: TBD

He sat in meditation, trying to find peace with what was unfolding before his eyes. Xiao Xingchen, his soulmate, loved another. Oh their love hadn't faded, so, truly, Xue Yang was more of an addition than an opponent. Still, considering the man's past, it was understandable why Zichen felt so ill at ease with the arrangement.

The past few weeks he had been watching Xue Yang, playing the part of silent observer, however that wasn't good enough. He needed to test him; to get to know him - perhaps intimately - so he knew Xingchen was safe.

And loved. As he should be.

"Xue Yang." he had heard the footsteps behind him and he opened his eyes, motioning at the seat beside him, "Meditate with me."

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Arms around him. He should try and break free but...they're so warm. He shouldn't feel safe in them, not with Song Zichen, but he does. He can't help but curl against him, taking what is offered.

Fingers brushing his tears away, drying his cheeks - only Xingchen has done that and the fact that man's soulmate is echoing it now...he shudders and presses into the touch. Then shakes his head. "No. I won't let him be sullied. Never again," a harsh, hoarse whisper.

"I will never hurt him again, Daozhang. And-" his voice cracks and he's silent a moment.

"...And I won't hurt you ever again, either."

His posture is a little stiff, at first - this is new - however that slowly changes when he feels Xue Yang relaxing against him. Maybe he is doing something right? Zichen isn't always certain of himself - not as much as he used to be anyway - and he is grateful for the silent guidance he is receiving from Xue Yang.

Leaving those cheeks tear-soaked isn't something he can do. He uses his sleeve to dab at them carefully before he embraces the other man again. Everyone needs a warm, safe place, don't they? And he had promised Xingchen, long ago, that if they had a student or students that he would help them no matter what.

Yet a student shouldn't make his heart race.

Nor should a student make his heart skip a beat. So he is trying to protect him. Zichen rests his cheek against Xue Yang's hair, sighing.

"Do not concern yourself with protecting me. I -" he falters, "I am well if I am with him. And if you make him happy, why should I ever be hurt?"

Arms properly around him, holding him. Xue Yang lets out a shaky breath and settles against Zichen, stunned at this silent offer of safety, of this affection from someone who clearly has trouble with touch.

But he hasn't been pushed away. It would be easy to.

His eyes close when he feels a cheek come to rest on the top of his head, and the breath he lets out is steadier now as he calms.

"Too late," he tries to tease. "You're stuck with me. You're in my house. I protect those who live with me." But he grows a little more serious, too. "...I would protect you anyway." He would say 'for Xingchen' but...he doesn't think that's true anymore. So he can't say it.

This is easier than it has any right to be. Zichen has and will always open himself to those in need, but Xue Yang? He allows himself the smallest of smiles. Perhaps he is more like his soulmate than he thought and that is a compliment of the highest order.

"I would like for you to fight less."

Distantly, he remembers someone comforting him like this. Zichen brushes Xue Yang's hair back from his face, hesitating.

"I don't entirely like the idea of you injured."

No, that doesn't cover what he feels at all!

"I don't like it. At all." he concludes.

Xue Yang peeks tentatively at his core again, startled to find it calm, not quite so wild and sharp edges. But then he reminds himself who has decided to hold him, to comfort him. And decides it's not a bad thing at all.

And the smile! He can't help but answer it, ignoring how it makes his chest feel tight and face burn. Especially when his hair is brushed from his face!

But then the admission, of what Zichen wants...his brow furrows. "But Daozhang...that's...I'm good at it. It's why we have this house, and food...I don't fight outside my job anymore."

His face heats again when Zichen admits he doesn't like him being injured.

"I'm as careful as I can be. But I can take a lot of punishment." Which...is another reason he's so good at his job.

"I will help." he decides, so dazzled by the smile he is given that he feels physically dizzy, "Job or not, I can see to your safety too."

That might be a rash statement. He hasn't done so well in looking after anyone - even himself - in a few years. But that has to change; he will see to it.

"I don't like the sound of that." he murmurs and he does look ill, frowning as he looks Xue Yang over, "How many injuries are you hiding?"

Another thing he must be aware of even if the man is bright and smiling.

The frown immediately vanishes when Zichen speaks. Awe takes over. Then his smile is back and he dares to snuggle into the other's arms, curling his own around Zichen.

"That will make Xingchen happy. He hasn't liked me being in danger." And the idea clearly makes him happy too.

The question has him laugh. "Nothing new, I haven't hidden any injury from Daozhang Xingchen in months." And Xingchen has always helped patch him up, just as he has in return.

Besides he...doesn't...want to move right now.

The snuggling might grow on him. He has never had someone that sought this sort of contact with him. The fear of touch will always be in the back of his mind, yet it is comforting to know that the sheer panic can be overcome.

With the right person.

Is Xue Yang the "right person"?

"I didn't think he would." he sounds gruff, "Please don't hide any of them."

Guess who else will help patch him up? And probably flatten the person or monster responsible for hurting him in the first place.

Zichen can't help feeling protective and his arms hold Xue Yang as if he means to keep him from all harm. So what if he does?

Poor Zichen. Never had a clingon before. Now he does! Xue Yang is far too affection starved to just give this up now that he's seen how safe he feels in this man's arms.

He ignores the gruffness - easier now that he's peeked past Zichen's barriers. He focuses on the words instead, and immediately shakes his head. "I won't. I don't want either of you hiding injuries from me, either."

Xue Yang will be doing the exact same thing to anything that hurts his Daozhangs. It's addicting to feel that protectiveness turned on him.

A handsome clingon at that! Zichen has noticed that underneath Xue Yang's crazy lies a very attractive man. But he isn't about to take advantage of his vulnerability. That would be gross and it would fly in the face of his values.

"That sounds fair." he agrees and then adds, quietly but confidently, "If the one who hurt you should show their face, leave them to Xingchen and I."

His embrace tightens for a moment to make his point clear. Said person will never trouble anyone ever again.

He'd noticed Zichen's handsomeness as well, for all he'd also, for a while, been afraid of him. Not anymore. And now that attractive face and soul draws him closer. But he won't do that to Xingchen.

Or Zichen, either. He knows their connection, the love they hold for each other. Xue Yang realizes he wouldn't mind being part of that, not at all. He knows he loves Xingchen, and that his love is returned. Even now, with Xingchen's soulmate here.

...But this embrace gives him hope that maybe they can all have what they want.

Those quiet words strike him, his breath sucks in and he collapses into the tighter hold.

"I...Okay..." A child's voice.

He feels like a battle has been won - temporarily, perhaps, but won nonetheless. Zichen settles Xue Yang against him, rubbing a hand uncertainly over his back. Despite all of his sharp edges, this man - this once criminal - has something soft hidden inside. Are all murderers and thieves like him? Or is Xue Yang a special case?

"Justice cannot be questioned. They will answer for what they have done to you." he turns his head to speak quietly into the other man's ear, "Have you told Xingchen? If he knows, that is good enough."

It's a constant battle, but gets a little easier each day. Xue Yang relaxes, bit by bit under the soothing hand over his back. Someone...else...who might not hurt him? Despite knowing who he is and what he's done?

...Now he feels absolutely horrible for what he's done to Zichen, not that it seems to have happened for the other yet. He hadn't really been bothered by it before, except to keep that truth from Xingchen.

"He knows."

Zichen sincerely means him no harm. Now that he has seen the need - the vulnerability - he knows what path he should take. Pain begets pain and he is tired of living with fear of betrayal.

Surely Xue Yang is too?

"Good." he examines the other man's face, searching for fresh tears, "You can come to me too - if you feel comfortable doing so."

Even monsters can get tired of running.

And Xue Yang stopped running, here. Gazin has been a much needed reprieve. Even Lan Wangji had ended up accepting he intended no ill here. He might even be friends with Wen Qing! Not just allies. Not just relying on the usual Wen sect shenanigans and subtle threats they were both used to.

His breath catches a little when Zichen checks his face, and baldly offers protection. But then he smiles, shoulders shaking just a little in silent laughter. There are no more tears. He squeezes Zichen around the waist a little in silent thanks.

"Then I will. Thank you, Daozhang."

All he needed was reassurance and Xue Yang has been giving him that daily. The effort hasn't gone to waste nor has he been unaware of it. Zichen is a quiet man - accustomed to keeping his own company (unless Xingchen is around) - but he watches; he learns about others. Most of the time, his silence is merely a side effect of him mulling over what he has witnessed and how best to preserve the good in this world.

Xue Yang is still, as always, a complication. The handsome face peering into his eyes flusters him and his breath hitches at the squeeze.

"...have you eaten enough?"

Edited 2020-05-04 04:24 (UTC)

Zichen needed reassurance, and Xue Yang needs encouragement. Both are getting it. He sees how quiet this other Daozhang is, how he holds himself a little apart but...still good. He's learning it's not personal, if Zichen pulls away.

...Zichen isn't pulling away, now. And it charms him.

Oh no. That breath hitching has his face heat up again, and the question has him hesitate.

"...If I say no do I have to let go?"

Time, space and patience are necessary for Zichen. Where Xingchen is very much an extrovert, he is his polar opposite. But their hearts have always been aligned and Zichen never questions him. He is the one who must determine how best to follow his soulmate on whatever path he has chosen.

And he believes it will work out. That is why he has some faith in Xue Yang.

The man who is currently warm and nestled in his arms.

"If you need contact, I am never far."

So go eat a sandwich. Zichen looks a bit amused and touched (?) by the question, however. This does feel good. His gaze drops to all the places they touch. What will Xingchen think of this?

There's a good reason he and Xingchen have been sharing a bed most of the time they've been in Gazin. They haven't been intimate, other than kisses. But they've been taking comfort in feeling the other's warmth at night. Xue Yang very much loves the closeness Xingchen allows him.

The reassurance, the offer has him smile again and give Zichen one more gentle squeeze before slowly pulling away from the utterly comfortable snuggle he'd been allowed. Standing, he holds out a hand to help the other man up - unnecessary, but...necessary to offer, at the same time.

"I'll remember that."

Whether it is right or wrong, Zichen feels compelled - against reason - to press a soft kiss to Xue Yang's brow. His lips tingle curiously after he pulls back and he rises without aid, walking to the kitchen. If the man is going to eat, he will make sure it is a solid, good meal.

Vegetables will be cut and served and there will be meat. Xue Yang needs the energy it provides.

"What do you usually drink?"

The kiss to his forehead leaves him staring after Zichen a moment, eyes wide before he hurries after him, eager to stay close. Xue Yang sets to his usual task when cooking with someone, helping wherever he sees it's needed. It's strangely comfortable, and he greedily soaks up the company.

"Tea is fine, we've found some that isn't too offensive."

He could drink alcohol, but hasn't felt the need to in a while, despite having access to something that passes for it here.

His nod of approval is accompanied by a sense of relief. He really doesn't want to see how Xue Yang changes when he is drunk. Besides tea is healthier and Zichen can brew what is available with his eyes closed.

Not that he would, but the man is well acquainted with tea.

"I can help the flavor." he balances the herbs by hand before steeping them in hot water, "I know you like sweets, but you need decent fare too or else you will sicken."

And he doesn't want that. He glances in the direction of the other man, reassuring himself that he looks strong.

The nod, the approval has his chest feel tight and makes him beam. He hadn't even turned to alcohol in the horrible week Xingchen hadn't lived with him, he'd thrown himself into his work and into doing his very best to keep looking after Wen Qing and Xingchen.

Xue Yang's pout is there then gone, the smile back. Care. Concern for him, for his health.

"I don't gorge on sweets. I just like having the option of enjoying a candy."

Besides, Xingchen would be upset if he ate too many sweets and felt ill.

...And now Zichen.

"We need to make sure Xingchen eats well enough, too."

All Xue Yang needs to do is try and those around him will give him a chance. Zichen used to look after birds and other small animals on the mountain. There is something about the other man that reminds him of the more stubborn patients he had helped heal. Gentle encouragement always had a good effect on them too.

"There is nothing wrong with that." he adds a little honey to sweeten the tea, "I do. He is slender, I know, but he does look after his health well."

They had been taught to do so by their Master. A frail physical form means a frail golden core.

"He wouldn't allow himself to become weak. Then he couldn't protect you...or me." he adds with a tiny smile.

Edited 2020-05-04 06:17 (UTC)

The stabbing he'd received by the others would beg otherwise! But he hadn't attacked back, and Xingchen had defended him, so it hadn't been too bad.

Xue Yang works, feeling oddly content as he tends to the rather domestic tasks. He notices how Zichen sweetens the tea and feels his face heat a little. "He does better than he was." That horrible week had been worse because he'd known Xingchen hadn't been eating. The food he'd left for the man had always gone bad.

It had changed, once they'd had their talk, and Xingchen had returned to their house. Everything is better now. "He's stronger than he looks." He hums in agreement, beaming at that sweet little smile.

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