𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 .

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   “   a-xu   ~   “      wen   kexing   whines      .   head   tilted   towards   the   sun   ,         an   image   of   absolute   fatigue   .   as   though   he   task   of   mediocre   chores   ,   were   far   more   taxing   that   the   on-goings   of   the   ghost   king   .            “  i      cook   ,   i   clean   …   when   are   you   going   to   make   an   honest   man   of   me   ?      “

GU   YUN . 

the scrappy hero !

A farmer with a dirty face who gains half the kingdom and the princesses' hand in marriage. Most likely the youngest son of three, distinguished not by opportunity, but by either his wits, or his kindness towards all he encounters, from royals to honeybees, which causes him to garner favours and praise.

It begins as a flutter. As innocuous as the gust of a butterfly’s wings. Just a tremor that ripples through the air, the earth. He can feel it through his boots, between his toes. Beneath the thin skin of his palm and the apices of fingertips pressed to the bark of the plum blossom tree. 

Hua Cheng can feel every inch that this ghost king nears, every step that diminishes the distance between them. But there’s something unusual to the force this ghost king exudes. Every Calamity whose presence he’s met the misfortunate of holding witness to has always felt like a dull throb, a deep but muted vibration that one might soon become accustomed to and subsequently ignore. But this was like a pulse—— like the slow, metronomic pace of an ancient ocean’s heart. An invisible weight that presses upon his skin, imbues the hollow of his bones, immerses him completely not unlike an antediluvian tide. 

                             Oppressive. 

                                              Impressive.

Had his designs not been to insinuate and ingratiate himself into an accord with this exact power, he might have been uneasy in its presence. Apprehensive, at least. Instead, Hua Cheng waits eagerly, his eyes sliding shut as he determines and distinguishes the nuance of this ancient king’s puissance, submitting himself to the authority of that sovereignty. 

Lost in willful inconscience, he doesn’t even see when the ghost king approaches, until a voice as soft, as velutinous as a dove’s sounds in his ear, asking after him with a solicitousness that surprises him. 

But nothing more surprising than the arm that slips easily around his waist, the breadth and brawn of the shoulders that buttress his arm, the command with which he is pulled against their hip, and held fast to their valorous sureness. 

Hua Cheng stiffens at the touch, the entirety of his form rigid at the assuagement of such an unceremonious kindness. He can barely relax into their arms, until they’re both past the threshold of the hut. And Hua Cheng knows he’s been invited. Sort of.

“It’s not so bad, I promise,” Hua Cheng assures them, pulling a grimace of a smile, as though he’d been  in more pain than he dare admit to a stranger. “I was trying to find a mountain pass, but I must have gotten the directions wrong. Or forgotten them. The snow always disorients me, all that white … I slipped off the path and into a ravine, and only managed to find my way out a day or two ago. I don’t even know where I am.” He flashes the ghost king a wide, apologetic smile. “I’m glad I happened upon you, though. Wherever I am.”

the   little   ghostling   weights   nothing   to   them .    both   with   shen   wei ’ s   innate   strength   as   a   ghost ,   &   also   the   godly   power   gifted   to   them   by   kunlun       even   carrying   him   across   the   mountain   range   would   not   be   difficult .   but ,   pretending   to   be  a   human ,   &   knowing   that   the   little   ghostling   is   not   so   much   little   by   human   standards ,   they  do    not   show   off .   instead ,   carefully   but   surely ,   shen   wei   guides   the   injured   man   into   their   small   home .       ❛      these   passages   are   perilous .   i  have   found   a   safe   haven   in   this   valley ,   but   those   living   closest   are   beyond   the   mountains .       ❜   they   remember .   the   long   trips   with   shen   san .   the   way   shen   san   could   no   longer   complete   them   by   the   end .    how   tragic   &   helpless  real  human   pain   is . 

they   lower   the   ghostling   onto   the   small   bed   in   the   corner .   it   is   covered   with   patchworked   blankets ,   more   of   a   nook   than   any   proper   bed ,   but   it   is   soft .    ❛     ah ,   you   are   frozen        rest   here   for   a   moment ,       ❜     shen   wei   bustles   to   the   firepit ,   turns   their   back   to   the   man   on   their   bed ,   &   lights   it .   not  naturally  ;   they   can ,   of   course ,   but   they   want   to   push .   to   see   how   long   they   will   both   pretend .   if   the   ghostling   knows ,   or   if   he   doesn ’ t  .   no   doubt   he   will   sense   the   use   of   shen   wei ’ s   nature ,   &   he   will   have   to   sit   there ,   quietly ,   &   not   mention   anything .   shen   wei   places   down   the   flint   as   if   they   truly   had   struck   the   fire ,  &   let   the   flames   begin   to   warm   the   hut . 

          𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐘 he expected at least some half-hearted protest from Shi Wuduan. It’s something he’s been working on however. In the same way Shi Wuduan had accepted his temper as his nature with no underlining intent to kill him, Bai Li was still learning that he did not need to expect the worse when it came from Shi Wuduan. No, ever since their time in the abyss together, Shi Wuduan had hardly ever resisted him or shown reluctance so severe as to turn Bai Li away.

After all, only someone who loved you could put up with making such a sad wedding banquet as what was laid out in the table before them. Yet Shi Wuduan had not only gone along with it, he had eaten almost every dish and even crossed wine cups with him.

With the slightly stale mooncake in his mouth, Bai Li looked upon this person before him and saw the boy who had carried him on his back down Jiulu mountain happily proclaiming , ❝     Then be my wife !     ❞  as repayment. This was why he wanted to do this. In this way, he could finally pay back the debt owed between them. His life in exchange for a life together.

Perhaps they never would return to those sweet and tender times, when Shi Wuduan like a little monkey dared to call his name on a mountain of fox yao, where Bai Li would touch that simple hair ribbon and daydream about a little cave for two in the future … but this was just as good, if not better. Now they could be unshackled by the past if they so simply chose to.

He reached for Shi Wuduan’s hand as they went down the mountain towards the small village town situated upon the merchant road. Bai Li’s two fox ears perfectly folded back into his head and produced two human-looking ones on each side of his head. His claws retracted too to simple fingernails that still managed to scratch playfully at the other’s hand. ❝     Wuduan,   ❞ Bai Li began curiously, ❝     How can we afford this ?   ❞

When   they   first   began   descending   down   to   the   village   for   supplies ,   shi   wuduan   had   been   hesitant   to   hold   bai   li ’ s   hand   openly .   the   age   of   cultivators   &   gods   were   over ,   there   was   nothing   that   distinguished   them   from   the   normal   people   save   for   bai   li ’ s   hair .  this   had   been   a   source   of   disagreement .   bai   li   always   wanted   to   have   him   close   by   &   in   his   sight ,   holding   him   either   by   the   wrist ,   hand   or   waist ,   while   shi   wuduan   did   not   wish   to   draw   the   gazes   of   the   inhabitants .    by   now ,   though ,   most   of   them   had   gotten   used   to   them .   even   if   stares   lingered   too   long,   shi   wuduan   knew   that  bai   li ’ s   icy   gaze   could   make   anyone   turn   away   in   fright .