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[Closed] Love gives life.
⌛ Who: Xiao Xingchen & Song Zichen (Open to Wei Wuxian too!)
⌛ What: It's time to bring Zichen back to life.
⌛ When: Evening.
⌛ Where: One of the parks.
⌛ Warnings: Talk about spells, death, potential discussions of past dismemberment: you know, usual MDZS/The Untamed stuff.
He asked Zichen to meet him in one of the more spacious parks. In a clearing, bordered by dark trees, he has made the preparations for the spell. Blood stains the grass-blades and there is something bright white congregated in the center of the circle; it glows fervently, glistening in the dying sunlight. Xingchen keeps his eyes trained on that bit for it is the most important part of the spell.
The life force.
Tying off a bandage on his hand, he takes a seat and smiles calmly, waiting. Shuanghua has been wiped clean, but it rests on his lap, ready to spill more of Xingchen's blood if necessary.
⌛ What: It's time to bring Zichen back to life.
⌛ When: Evening.
⌛ Where: One of the parks.
⌛ Warnings: Talk about spells, death, potential discussions of past dismemberment: you know, usual MDZS/The Untamed stuff.
He asked Zichen to meet him in one of the more spacious parks. In a clearing, bordered by dark trees, he has made the preparations for the spell. Blood stains the grass-blades and there is something bright white congregated in the center of the circle; it glows fervently, glistening in the dying sunlight. Xingchen keeps his eyes trained on that bit for it is the most important part of the spell.
The life force.
Tying off a bandage on his hand, he takes a seat and smiles calmly, waiting. Shuanghua has been wiped clean, but it rests on his lap, ready to spill more of Xingchen's blood if necessary.
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Life. His life. No more congealed blood. No more fear of being controlled in the off chance nails are driven back into his head. No more cold skin and lack of heartbeat. Oh, Xingchen never complains about sleeping with a corpse. But it bothers Zichen, and he has trouble pushing past the innate disgust with himself to love his soulmate as Xingchen deserves.
He smells the blood when he approaches and he immediately goes to Xingchen's side, reaching for that poor hand to check on it.
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