[ there's no answer at first-- but then there's a soft chime of jewelry, and a white-skinned, black-nailed hand reaches past him, fingertips brushing the scratches with thoughtful deliberateness. at the same time, there's a growing.. presence. a familiar presence, in fact, if likely much, much stronger than wei wuxian is accustomed to.
there's a ghost standing next to him. a very powerful ghost, in fact. ]
Hm. [ if he looks, well-- hua cheng is distractingly, supernaturally attractive, wearing enough wealth to bankrupt a mortal nation, and his single eye is fixed on the other man, the look in it unreadable.
he draws his hand back, and his mouth quirks up into a small smile, mixed question and amusement. ] The fact that this village may regret its customs for the dead, you mean?
well, you asked :(
there's a ghost standing next to him. a very powerful ghost, in fact. ]
Hm. [ if he looks, well-- hua cheng is distractingly, supernaturally attractive, wearing enough wealth to bankrupt a mortal nation, and his single eye is fixed on the other man, the look in it unreadable.
he draws his hand back, and his mouth quirks up into a small smile, mixed question and amusement. ] The fact that this village may regret its customs for the dead, you mean?