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farsickness2020-05-22 08:56 am
jiangzaid) wrote in farsickness2020-05-22 08:56 am
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A Very Bad Day
WHO: Xue Yang, Song Lan, Xiao Xingchen, and possibly Wen Qing
WHEN: May 22nd
WHAT: Xue Yang got a little more hurt than usual oops?
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Blood, violence possible, and possible mention of past trauma
Just another escort duty through the forest. Just.
Right.
Xue Yang leans against a tree, pausing for breath. He'd managed to stem the worst of the bleeding, but he can feel his strength seeping through the make-shift bandages the longer he's away from home. And it pisses him off. Which also doesn't help, and he knows it. Not that it changes anything at all.
He forces his eyes to remain open. One more breath, then he shoves himself upright again, left arm wrapped tight around his stomach wound and right clutching the sturdy branch he'd sliced into a staff. He's late returning, and he knows it. Fury burns hot, driving him forward.
But eventually he makes his way through the Vasari Forest and catches sight of the buildings telling him he's at least made it close enough if he falls now...he'll be found. And hopefully by someone friendly enough to take him home, if not to the doctor.
No. He bares his teeth to himself, latching onto his will to live and keep shoving one foot before the other. He can't fall. Won't fall. Xingchen and Zichen are waiting, and he refuses to hurt those two men ever again.
...He still feels himself stumble as the street ahead of him blurs.
WHEN: May 22nd
WHAT: Xue Yang got a little more hurt than usual oops?
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Blood, violence possible, and possible mention of past trauma
Just another escort duty through the forest. Just.
Right.
Xue Yang leans against a tree, pausing for breath. He'd managed to stem the worst of the bleeding, but he can feel his strength seeping through the make-shift bandages the longer he's away from home. And it pisses him off. Which also doesn't help, and he knows it. Not that it changes anything at all.
He forces his eyes to remain open. One more breath, then he shoves himself upright again, left arm wrapped tight around his stomach wound and right clutching the sturdy branch he'd sliced into a staff. He's late returning, and he knows it. Fury burns hot, driving him forward.
But eventually he makes his way through the Vasari Forest and catches sight of the buildings telling him he's at least made it close enough if he falls now...he'll be found. And hopefully by someone friendly enough to take him home, if not to the doctor.
No. He bares his teeth to himself, latching onto his will to live and keep shoving one foot before the other. He can't fall. Won't fall. Xingchen and Zichen are waiting, and he refuses to hurt those two men ever again.
...He still feels himself stumble as the street ahead of him blurs.
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"Wen Qing would help." She really has been acting the perfect Sect Sister, and he thinks, maybe, it's more than just because of their agreement. He knows his own reactions to her lately aren't just because of their shared history.
He rubs his cheek against Zichen's shoulder as Xingchen leads the way and makes sure everything is ready, feeling himself start to drift again when Xingchen speaks. He frowns.
"Or the three of us go on the trickier routes. It's not a bad job, A-Chen. It pays what we need..." But it also warms him that these two worry about his health now.
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The pressure against his shoulder has him glancing at Xue Yang curiously. Is that...affection? He swallows the rush of nerves that follows that realization and he lowers the man into the freshly fluffed bed.
"Then we'll all go." he takes off Xue Yang's shoes and tucks his legs under the covers, "For the time being, if funds are needed, I will go in your place. Xingchen should stay here with you."
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In other words, a sighted man may be more helpful than an unsighted one. Xingchen is already used to fighting dangers as he is.
He covers Xue Yang up, but can't seem to stuff fussing over him, touching his hair and his arm.