Shen Jiu finding a plot device that lets him turn into a cat so he can sneak in and observe Yue Qingyuan during the day. Obviously the sect leader is going to be so much happier when he isn’t there to remind him of the gutter they crawled out of, of his failure, of his high and mighty guilt.
Yue Qingyuan loves animals, but animals don’t often love him. All Shen Jiu has to do is emerge from the bushes and rub against his leg. He’s guaranteed a spot at Yue Qingyuan’s side for the rest of the day. Yue Qingyuan coo’s over him, pets him, nearly cries when Shen Jiu follows after him. The petting was…. Acceptable.
The sect leader’s home is empty. All the furniture within clearly inherited from predecessors without addition. There are candles in every room but none are lit. No decoration lines the walls. Everything is spotless. You wouldn’t think anyone lived there.
Yue Qingyuan settles at his desk, the study the only room that looks to see use. Once the smile from letting Shen Jiu into his space fades, Yue Qingyuan wears a neutral expression at his desk. He sits for hours, until the sun rises on the next day, unmoving. No one visits him. A single night pearl at his side his only light source.
Yue Qingyuan seems startled by the presence of a cat in the morning.
“You must be hungry! Let me see if I have anything…”
His kitchen is as unused as his chairs. The pantry is empty. There is one stale box of tea sitting on the counter alongside a jug of water. Yue Qingyuan hums.
He leaves to his office for his duties. Shen Jiu follows.
People come to him at all hours of the day, requesting this and that, dropping off reports, trying to worm their way into his good graces. He responds with nothing more than mild, polite interest. Shen Jiu jumps into his lap the stare down the intruders. Yue Qingyuan shows him the first real smile of the day.
His large hands are warm… his thighs plush… his robes soft…..
Shen Jiu doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but when he rouses it’s to whispered voices.
“-not so loudly, you’ll wake him!”
There’s a sunrise in the windows.
This foolish man didn’t move at all?!
Shen Jiu yowls and bites Yue Qi’s hand. When he gets up, he grabs the hem of his robes in his mouth, leading this silly man back to his home. People give the sect leader looks as he’s lead by a cat. Good, he deserves it!
He bites Yue Qi’s legs until he climbs into bed. The bed doesn’t smell like him. It smells like dust.
For good measure, Shen Jiu curls up on Yue Qi’s chest (his very.. ample… chest). Let’s see him get up now!
Yue Qi doesn’t move as he sleeps. He doesn’t need to for Shen Jiu to see his distress. His sword rattles in its stand. Little gasps of air pass his lips. Over and over mutters “let me out”. He hisses. “…Xiao Jiu…”
Shen Jiu watches in horror as tears bead in his still closed eyes. Qi-he doesn’t cry! He’s never cried!
He bats at his face, meowing and hissing.
A drop of blood mixes with the salt water of tears.
A QI DEVIATION?
Shen Jiu shakes the little bell off his neck. At least as a human he can transfer qi, do something, anything!
Yue Qi’s eyes fly open at the rapid increase of weight on his chest. He gawks as Shen Jiu floods his body with qi. His body… his body…
“What the fuck is wrong with your body?!”















