[ crimson rain sought flower is a ghost king. he is, in some ways, the ghost king, feared and respected by the heavenly realm, a much more ever-present threat than the other kings usually are. ghost kings find their way to power, after all, through slaughter, and while hua cheng generally prefers a less savage approach these days, the truth is that terrible, devastating violence is still very much a part of him.. and ghost city above all despises weakness.
the dead, therefore, receive no mercy.
there's no warning for xichen. one moment, he's fighting alone, and in the next, a massive cloud of bright silver butterflies swarm past him, their wings catching the moonlight and flashing in the air, leaving sparkling trails in their wake. they move like one creature, faster than any natural butterfly's ever been, swift and deadly as they slash through the animated corpses.
and just as suddenly in xichen's peripheral-- a tall, red-clad figure with a sword, the pair of them with such a powerful, malicious aura it's almost a physical presence. the figure glances the other man's way after a moment, single eye sweeping over him as more butterflies stream past him, wings harmlessly brushing his face and hair as they spread through the clearing.
if nothing else, it gives lan xichen space to breathe. ]
u wanted butterflies
the dead, therefore, receive no mercy.
there's no warning for xichen. one moment, he's fighting alone, and in the next, a massive cloud of bright silver butterflies swarm past him, their wings catching the moonlight and flashing in the air, leaving sparkling trails in their wake. they move like one creature, faster than any natural butterfly's ever been, swift and deadly as they slash through the animated corpses.
and just as suddenly in xichen's peripheral-- a tall, red-clad figure with a sword, the pair of them with such a powerful, malicious aura it's almost a physical presence. the figure glances the other man's way after a moment, single eye sweeping over him as more butterflies stream past him, wings harmlessly brushing his face and hair as they spread through the clearing.
if nothing else, it gives lan xichen space to breathe. ]