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WHO: Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen | Xue Yang and OPEN
WHEN: some backdated action, as I had to go on hiatus, some of it pre-poisoning incident, some after, honestly, once he's done with Xingchen, he'll not care what is going on anyway, so it can be set whenever
WHERE: depends on the prompt
WHAT: he will definitely almost destroy Xiao Xingchen's soul, I'm sure he'll do something awful in the other threads too
WARNINGS: mentions of murder, gaslighting, delusions, toxicity all around
[CLOSED TO XIAO XINGCHEN] what is justice?
Things had fallen apart some time ago. A long time ago. Before coming here. Before Xingchen's death. Before it all started. He hadn't, truthfully, wanted to see Song Lan arrive that day. Even if it all worked out exactly as he'd planned.
Because it worked out exactly as he'd planned.
But then Xingchen ends and the thought of that... It had fallen apart long ago. He couldn't really tell when.
What he knew was that the weather was no good, the air felt tense. It made it feel as if there was a weight on his chest. Xue Yang rubbed his eyes, stinging from the wind, then he moved forward suddenly, to snatch Xingchen's wrist as he sees him walking past on the street. He had known he'd come this way, naturally, had been waiting and watching. And he simply pulled him into a side street away from the stream of people, against himself. A warm body, not the cold one he remembered too well. "Daozhang, it's me."
His voice comes softly, to reassure, and to keep from causing a scene.
And, yes, maybe to see his face light up over his presence one last time. Memories are nothing but a prolonging of pain, but he can't resist making them anyway, like slicing daggers through himself.
[OPEN] what is left
Most of the time so far, his room in Vannozza's part of the palazzo has been quiet, he's spent more time out than in and there was never a reason to make noise.
While silence is still the default now, every now and then yelling and thuds can be heard, and the vibration of a body hitting the wall can be felt. It sounds not unlike a fight, so it may make sense to investigate.
[OPEN] blind obsession
It happens without even thinking, that he starts looking for him. As soon as he leaves his room, whether he walks through the palazzo or through the streets of the city, whether he sits on a roof or leans against a wall, his eyes are always searching every face.
Sometimes he actually spots Xingchen, then he stills at first, before getting out of the way, but not too far. Out of reach, but not out of sight, his eyes trained on Xingchen in a not too subtle way. He doesn't care about being subtle in this.
[ooc: Feel free to knock on his door to tell him to keep it down or, I dunno, bump into him somewhere or catch him be an intense stalker of a blind daozhang. I am also open to writing more prompts, if you are interested (or want to remind me of something I wanted to do but forgot because hiatus) just hit me up via pm or
reineke or reineke#8640 on Discord.]
WHEN: some backdated action, as I had to go on hiatus, some of it pre-poisoning incident, some after, honestly, once he's done with Xingchen, he'll not care what is going on anyway, so it can be set whenever
WHERE: depends on the prompt
WHAT: he will definitely almost destroy Xiao Xingchen's soul, I'm sure he'll do something awful in the other threads too
WARNINGS: mentions of murder, gaslighting, delusions, toxicity all around
[CLOSED TO XIAO XINGCHEN] what is justice?
Things had fallen apart some time ago. A long time ago. Before coming here. Before Xingchen's death. Before it all started. He hadn't, truthfully, wanted to see Song Lan arrive that day. Even if it all worked out exactly as he'd planned.
Because it worked out exactly as he'd planned.
But then Xingchen ends and the thought of that... It had fallen apart long ago. He couldn't really tell when.
What he knew was that the weather was no good, the air felt tense. It made it feel as if there was a weight on his chest. Xue Yang rubbed his eyes, stinging from the wind, then he moved forward suddenly, to snatch Xingchen's wrist as he sees him walking past on the street. He had known he'd come this way, naturally, had been waiting and watching. And he simply pulled him into a side street away from the stream of people, against himself. A warm body, not the cold one he remembered too well. "Daozhang, it's me."
His voice comes softly, to reassure, and to keep from causing a scene.
And, yes, maybe to see his face light up over his presence one last time. Memories are nothing but a prolonging of pain, but he can't resist making them anyway, like slicing daggers through himself.
[OPEN] what is left
Most of the time so far, his room in Vannozza's part of the palazzo has been quiet, he's spent more time out than in and there was never a reason to make noise.
While silence is still the default now, every now and then yelling and thuds can be heard, and the vibration of a body hitting the wall can be felt. It sounds not unlike a fight, so it may make sense to investigate.
[OPEN] blind obsession
It happens without even thinking, that he starts looking for him. As soon as he leaves his room, whether he walks through the palazzo or through the streets of the city, whether he sits on a roof or leans against a wall, his eyes are always searching every face.
Sometimes he actually spots Xingchen, then he stills at first, before getting out of the way, but not too far. Out of reach, but not out of sight, his eyes trained on Xingchen in a not too subtle way. He doesn't care about being subtle in this.
[ooc: Feel free to knock on his door to tell him to keep it down or, I dunno, bump into him somewhere or catch him be an intense stalker of a blind daozhang. I am also open to writing more prompts, if you are interested (or want to remind me of something I wanted to do but forgot because hiatus) just hit me up via pm or