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                                          still.

 there  he  is,  sitting  on  a  stool  very  uncomfortably  as  if  he  is  waiting  for  his inevitable  death  written  by  the  stars.  damn  him  and  his  occasional  soft  side  that ends  up  giving  in  for  whatever  xie  lian  asks.

  ‘   are  you  preparing  a  special  recipe  for  this  beloved  old  friend  of  yours   ??   ’   the  sarcasm  very  clear  in  his  tone.  almost  haunting.

❛you’ve got something they don’t.❜

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

Alcohol; his sole companion that allows him to drift through solemn days and remembering them as little as possible. Had it not been the direness of the situation, the anguish it instils in those who knew him as a person, one would describe Wei Wuxian’s figure as a work of art, sprawled messily on the table on his back and looking upwards at the ceiling and his hair untied. This scene was only familiar to some, and of the two people that knew, both of them had died. ❝...Are you trying to console me?❞ he pushes himself up through the slow, painful motion of a wounded man. Perhaps not in body or soul, but in spirit. He supposed it was not unusual for ghosts to arrive in the afterlife brimmed with regret and destress, seeking either vengeance or penance. He was somewhere in between, but one would find it hard to grasp an answer when even the person in question was doubtful whether he knew it himself.

it’s okay don’t worry hua cheng knows everything !

          “Ge ge, are you awake?”

     It wasn’t very long prior to Hua Cheng deciding to fetch breakfast that Xie Lian had started stirring. He was sure to be fast, enough that by the time he was peeking back into Pu Qi Monastery his gracious host was still lying prone on his mat. Smile soft, the Demon King lowered himself to sit at Xie Lian’s all-purpose table and began to set out their meal, doling out portions of porridge and buns still warm, practically steaming. Eventually satisfied, his attention turns back to this sleeping (?) heavenly official across the table from him.

Jiang Cheng didn’t notice the shrine, the first time he ran past this way.

Granted, the first time was only just a while ago, and he was grieving madly for what just happened. His home burned in front of his eyes, his mother sacrificing herself to protect him, and now he and his brother was on the run, fleeing from the wrath of the Wen Sect. He didn’t have the composure to notice much, not when he was being supported by Wei Wuxian.

But now, here he was, running back to Lotus Pier, alone, with the hostile Wen dogs sniffing at his trail. They knew he was here - Jiang Cheng made sure they followed him, instead of chasing after Wei Wuxian.

Perhaps in another life, Jiang Cheng was already captured at this point. Perhaps he had just ignored this dilapidated shrine, or perhaps he had absolutely no chance to even offer a prayer.

But this time, Jiang Cheng paused, looking back at where he came from. He could only spare a few minutes. He knelt down, and offered a prayer.

Please, Jiang Cheng prayed, head low and touching the ground. Please help me protect my only family left - my brother, my sister.

I have nothing to offer, no incense to burn right now, since I am still on the run... so please forgive this errant one. I promise, I swear that if I am still alive, I shall come back and offer only the best, but please...

I need help.

YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT we’re here to defend eming !! we will tuck eming to bed and give eming kisses uwu

UR NSFW HCS ABOUT FAFA.🙈