#feiyancao

He heard someone call his name, like an echo as soft as whispering wind. A treacherous former member of the Jiang Sect, his shadow leaves a harrowing sensation of both fear and hatred to those are disapproves of him. However, Wei Wuxian was fine to be left alone, he depends on the fear of others to leave him be, to allow him to roam the world a forlorn, dense shadow akin to a ghost. Yet, he is a sentimental man by nature: that voice was one he recalls back during his days in Gusu Lan. The Yiling Patriarch turns around, his eyes glaring but behind it veils mild curiousity and longing. 

“You say that as if he would attack me of all people.” 

Lia Ruan smiles in return, not letting the initial coldness of her gaze trouble him. Instead he politely removes his sandals at the threshold and steps inside, one hand smoothing out the bent fabric of his robes.

Although he could tell she smiled beneath the veil hiding her scar he still wished to rip it off of her face. There was no reason such a beautiful woman should hide herself; in his mind such a scar was not the disfiguring mark she treated it as.

The other part of him wished he could enter the Cloud Recesses again to hunt down her parents. While Xianhua insisted that they had been appropriately punished for the pain they’d caused their daughter there remained that small voice inside him that hissed it wasn’t enough. That his precious, beloved martial sister would be made to hide her beautiful smile from even him -- it was unforgivable, especially when he understood deep down it was because she had defended him.

These were things that would always go unsaid between them. There was simply no need to bring further ugliness into their lives, and so Lia Ruan took a seat nearby, hands resting in his lap with one holding his ever-present fan.

[fucked up kissing meme]

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

“I told you not to come here!”

 Lia Ruan could shout those words all he wanted, it wouldn’t change anything that had come to pass. How many times had he said he wouldn’t forgive himself if something were to happen to his martial sister only for this to happen?

It was just like Lan Xianhua to come ahead of her sect and try to warn him. She was strong-willed and unlike much of Gusu Lan she was quick to reject tradition if it didn’t suit her. 

All he had wanted to do was chase her off, scare her away from the Yiling Wei sect and himself, make sure she’d never come back. Those peaceful days in the past always saw Xianhua triumphing in their sparring matches; she was graceful and skilled, he was clumsy and predictable.

Neither of them had predicted fuxing’s steel edge would slice through her neck the way it had.

There was only one course of action left. Even if she was going to die, she wasn’t going to leave him alone.

Ruan gripped her hand tighter in his own as he cradled her head against his chest. Whatever she was trying to say didn’t register with him, didn’t make it past his own whirlwind of thoughts and the tears he attempted to choke back.

“It’s okay... i-it’s okay... just...” A deep breath as he let go of her hand and drew the knife from his side. The sooner he did this, the less she’d suffer. The sooner they could be together again. 

She was crying too, still speaking words that he couldn’t acknowledge. 

He pressed his lips to hers, the taste of blood terrible yet sweet at the same time. He’d bring her back stronger than ever so there was nothing to be sad about. This was just temporary. This was something he could fix. She’d come all this way just to be with him, how could he turn her away now?

Without any further hesitation on his part he plunged the knife into her chest. 

“Xianhua…”

The demonic cultivator freezes as she stares him down with that same stubborn determination she’s always had. Even if he had wanted to lie, with Xianhua it was always impossible. If he wasn’t feeling well, she knew. If he wasn’t taking care of himself or his studies, somehow she knew.

If he wasn’t writing anymore… well, it was no wonder that she had come all the way out here on her own. How long had she been waiting for him to get permission to come down into town? Was this simply a coincidence or…?

He adjusts the basket he was carrying over one arm and lets out a small sigh. “I promise, I really am in good health. I just… I don’t know, what do you want me to say? I can’t go back with you, you know that.” 

If only she would stop asking questions. Looking at her now was painful but it would hurt worse if she pressed too hard and got caught up in things beyond her standing. Lia Ruan would never be able to forgive himself if she got hurt as well.

[[ I do feel a bit hollow cuz its like… THERES SO MANY LOOSE ENDS??? or at least it feels like we didn’t get certain closures, idk ]]