#ghosturned

Perhaps delicate flowers don’t fit either of them , but things clashing with Mikey’s image never stopped him from having fun with it. A flower was just a flower , but if it was on his head then it was the best flower. Spontaneously deciding he rather play with the gifted thing instead of letting it be he bounces his head left and right , then back and forth.

The flower dangling by its stem in his golden strands follows the motions , like a small creature that was busy with festivities. The image crafted is this: a dancing flower upon his head as the boy’s face becomes a blur in motion.

He suddenly stops when he violently sneezes from the falling pollen above him, ejecting the flower with the wind into the distance. Though he stares at its parting , shocked , and a little mournful , Mikey recovers quickly , shamelessly leaning on Wen Kexing until he’s sprawled out and relaxed against him. 

@ghosturned​ says: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ ( for either gu xiang, wu xi, or both 👁 )

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     it is a cold night — all nights are, on this mountain. it is very far from what wu xi is used to; nanjiang is humid, the air thick and warm. even the mountains, where the air is fresher than in the miasma forests below, are not half so cold as this. he does not like it, in truth. would prefer his home over the chilly central plains nights. but it is as wen kexing has suggested. he cannot sleep, so he has ventured out with a cloak on over his robes to stave off the chill. better that than disturb beiyuan with his restlessness. 

     he had checked on zhou zishu, first — of course he had. he no longer needs constant monitoring, can be left alone for most of the night, but if he is awake then of course he will check. this is where he finds wen kexing, sitting by zhou zishu’s bedside, unsleeping himself.

     he nods, stepping forward to stand beside him. though he would never complain when the cause is worthy, in truth it has been — a strain, these past couple of months. one would think the drain would make sleep come easier. it does not. wen kexing, of course, has his own reasons for not sleeping. wu xi remembers. he remembers when he did not know if beiyuan would live or die. he knows.

Through the dirt , through the puddles , through the caves , oh — he’s quite satisfied with the many places they’ve been. This world is far too interesting , and he much rather pick up salamanders and strange little creatures to show Wen Kexing than think about his garments. The poor thing had seen better days surely , dragged through the mud and more  — the lack of propriety would make his elders faint. 

Good thing they weren’t here.

— but on closer inspection ; this was truly a little too much. With a gasp he lifts the hems of his robe a frown etched upon his face. He often bickers with the other man , but for once Fang Jin agrees , it’s definitely time for a change. Despite being more interested in the environment around him these days , the truth was he was quite concerned with his outward appearances. 

“ Yeah — ? ” He kicks a stone into the wide expanse of the sea watching it bounce to the horizon until it sinks with a plop. It isn’t like Shibuya out here , the world stretches as far as you can see , endless blue that goes on and on like forever actually exists. He wonders if one day he can take Wen Kexing with him back to his own home. Would he curse at honking cars , would his eyes go wide at the towering buildings , would he go insane with the need to purchase the more skin-revealing fashions of the city? Mikey doesn’t know , but he’s laughing at the thought —  a little piece of his life in exchange for the little bit that’s been shared with him.

In truth, he hadn’t notice that little piece of happiness nestled in the crevices of his heart. There’s something wrong with him as of late , like something he should be holding onto is slipping between his fingertips. Still , he throws back his head a smile written on his face. 

Location never mattered , time didn’t either  — the only requirement that was ever necessary was such : Mikey felt like sleeping. Beneath the large grove tree with the sunlight filtered to dotted patches littering the ground, and the breeze tamed to a calmness between the spindly branches , he could feel the familiar signs of his eyelids drooping close. 

Draken and the other guys could find him later. He can imagine it now, waking up to an earful of scolding and complaints. It was all fine in his mind , he was serious when the situation called for it , and everything else when it didn’t. With a stretch and yawn , settling back on the sturdy trunk it was only a matter of time before the sounds of chirping birds and vehicles faded away.

Did he hear that right?

The thing about all these fancy old clothes and ancient buildings , it’s easy to forget that Wen Kexing is a weirdo first and foremost far before his classic cool swordsman guy look and funny old man personality. Most of the people Mikey knows has a few screws missing in their head , but he’s definitely gotta place his new friend somewhere near the top of the list. When he says things like that , well , it’s not like there’s any room for misinterpretation.  He doesn’t know how the two substances are even similar , but if he asks he might actually get an answer and he’d be fine going his entire life without knowing.

@ghosturned​ says: “alright tyke,” wen kexing started, shifty eyes looking everywhere for a trace of zhou zishu around like a thief protecting his back. “since your shifu isn't here to force you to train, how about you go horse riding with me, hm?” / for chengling!

     he doesn’t startle at wen-qianbei’s voice but it is a near thing. he was muttering his mantras, working on his thousand repetitions so that he could move onto the next thing shifu’s trying to teach him. he knows it probably makes him look stupid, saying it all out loud all the time, knows that it annoys his shifu, but the thing is he is a little stupid and he knows this and what matters, he thinks, is knowing how to compensate. if he can’t learn something quickly at least he can learn it well.

     the point is that he doesn’t startle but he does look up sharply, tensing and then relaxing when it’s only wen-qianbei. his eyes go large at the suggestion. he isn’t very good at horse riding — hasn’t done it often, whenever his family traveled it was in carriages — but it’s one of those things that seem very exciting to be good at, once you’ve learned.