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[Closed] Ambitious Healing

⌛ Who: Xiao Xingchen and Yu Mingye.
⌛ What: Just a fussy daozhang trying to make sure a fussy demonic cultivator is healing.
⌛ When: Bright and early July 4th~
⌛ Where: Mingye's apartment.
⌛ Warnings: Talk of limb loss most likely.

He can't help his nature. When he rises on Sunday morning, there is one name that nags at his conscience: Yu Mingye. Thus Xingchen readies himself swiftly for the day, pausing only to kiss his soulmate thoroughly. His Zichen is alive again and that miracle gives him hope that he can help others. He has to try.

Gathering his notes and textbooks, he leaves the apartment and walks to Yu Mingye's room number. After knocking on the door, he waits anxiously, reading through the process that had led to Zichen's recovery. Could the spell me...altered? Instead of recalling a life, could it recall an arm?

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Yu Mingye still wasn't happy about the first impression he had of this place. Not that there was anything wrong with the city, there wasn't. There was nothing wrong with the people either, setting the threats of harm to him aside. He wasn't whoever this other guy was. One of them was convinced, for some reason or another, that he wasn't this Xue Yang guy. If the guy ever showed up? One arm or not, he'd deck him. Or shove his scimitar through him. He hadn't decided yet.

The apartment, he knew, wasn't that far from Xiao Xingchen's. He almost wonders if the other had set him up there on purpose. Mingye isn't expecting anyone. Why would he be? So, the knock on the door has him staring at it for a moment. He could just pull it open with his dark energy, but that might be a bit too impersonal. So, the xiao gets set aside (his flute has become kind of like a damn security blanket for him, even if he can't play it) and he gets up moving to the door opening it.

"Xiao Xingchen."

He's not sure what to make of the man being there, but he does step aside to let him in. Only then does the dark energy come into play by shutting the door behind the man. It was less tiring than using his left hand.

"Yu Mingye." Xingchen bows at the waist, but he is unable to hold his arms properly because of the books, "Forgive me for visiting so early..."

After stabilizing everything he is carrying - mostly by hugging the pile to his chest - he smiles hopefully. It means a great deal to him that Mingye trusts him enough to let him enter, so he doesn't keep the man waiting.

"Ah..." he jumps a little when the door closes, sensing the darker energy, "You are powerful. I believe that will work in your favor."

"The time is irrelevant."

It wasn't like he'd been asleep anyway. Not when he was still getting used to the world they were stuck in. Sleep was an elusive beast and he hated it, sometimes. Even if it had only been a few days. He should've been able to sleep by now. Except there were too many variables in place.

"What will work in my favor?" That statement alone confuses him. As for being powerful, he was. Far more powerful than the others of Lord Demon's court.

And there are lots of nasty sensations that come from any amputation. Poor Mingye might think his arm is still attached at times! If Xingchen can make his experience any better in this place, their new, temporary home, he is eager to do so, day or night.

"You will handle the burden of the spell without difficulty. I found myself fatigued after my eyes were returned, for example." he sets the books down and flips through one of them.

If there are nasty sensations from it, he's not paid any heed to it. Besides, nothing can be worse than the sky-reaching terrace. Can it? Having heavenly lightning come down and slam into your body. Besides, he's barely slept and has tried to keep his mind off of the missing limb. Not easy to do. We're sure that it's even obvious to Xingchen that he's barely slept.

He moves over and sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes on the Daoist. "What spell?" What experiment were they putting him through?

He does look exhausted and that strengthens Xingchen's resolve to put an end to at least one of Mingye's difficulties. Carrying the book to his new friend, he places it in his lap and points out the appropriate page.

"I used this one on my Zichen to reclaim his life. Your arm would be less difficult and I wouldn't have to offer something so...precious...as I did for him." his cheeks flush and he smiles a little, "I do not mind offering blood, however. I have plenty of it."

Edited 2021-07-05 20:55 (UTC)

He doesn't realize when he grips his xiao in his hand at suddenly having a book in his lap. Though, he lets go of it a moment later and stares down at the page being pointed out to him. None of it made sense to him. It wasn't something they'd have used back home. Or maybe Linyuan and Feng Wu would've, especially Little Fairy.

A soft, tired, smile," So what would this require of either of us?" It was worth a shot, after all.

"Nothing from you, my friend. Just patience." Xingchen reassures, kneeling in front of Mingye and helping to steady the book. The diagram pictured on the page is a circle, drawn in blood.

"You might be tired afterwards, but I will see you brought back to this place." and he will see that there is food left for Mingye too. All he has to concentrate on is rest and healing that way.

"With Zichen, I offered some of my life force since we needed to revive him from the dead." he murmurs, "The blood should be enough this time."

Friend. What was with people throwing that word around? Linyuan had tossed it around too, said they were friends. Even if he's sure that was either to keep people from getting hurt or from others hurting him. He's not entirely sure. That doesn't, however, stop him from watching the other.

Patience? He had never been a patient man. "Where exactly would we have to go to do this?"

As for being tired afterward, he'd probably collapse. With how tired and exhausted he already was. "Why would you offer up your blood for a stranger?"

In this case, it isn't being thrown around at random or being used for some benefit. Xingchen likes Mingye and though his face still startles him, he is beginning to see the admirable strength in the other. And Mingye needn't worry about collapsing. Even if he does, Xingchen is plenty strong enough to carry him on his back.

"We performed Zichen's spell in the park at sunset." he moves the book off of Mingye's lap and gently checks the other man's pulse in his wrist, "We are not complete strangers. I made a mistake when I first saw you. Consider this my way of amending it."

Edited (My head is not allowing reading comprehension to happen.) 2021-07-05 23:30 (UTC)

They were still strangers, in a way, but Xingchen's words throw him off. Amending matters for mistaking him for a man who was far worse than even himself. The more people had talked about Xue Yang, the more he'd wanted to deck him. Or take his scimitar and shove it through him

He stares, for a moment, at the hand checking the pulse in his left wrist. With how exhausted he was he wouldn't be able to say if whatever the other was feeling was good or bad. "When?"

No one from Xingchen's world would stop him. Xue Yang has earned a nastier end, but there are questions Xingchen has that cannot be answered by anyone else. It might not do him good to hear the answer, yet he feels compelled to ask.

The pulse is weak and tired. He frowns and peers into Mingye's eyes.

"Today if you are prepared? It won't take me long to draw the circle."

Even if someone tried to stop him, they probably couldn't. He wouldn't kill the bastard but he'd hurt him. There was no two ways around that. If only because he was tired of the push and pull and being mistaken for him. Though, that seems to have tapered down a bit.

"Stop frowning, it's not a good look for you," he states tiredly. "As soon as possible is always better."

Is that Mingye's way of telling him to smile? Xingchen softens and rises, writing down the directions to the park he used before.

"Come to this location in half an hour. I'll be ready." he promises, gathering his books and notes into a neat stack, "You can rely on me, Mingye. I won't fail you."

Or leave him stranded when he so obviously needs some positive change.

It's possibly Mingye's way of telling Xingchen to smile, without actively telling him to do so. Hearing those words come out of Xingchen's mouth has him stilling slightly. How many times had he told his own father that? That he wouldn't fail? How many times had that backfired on him?

His eyes look towards the note then back at Xingchen, giving a nod," I'll be there."

He hesitates for a moment to rest a hand on Mingye's arm, squeezing gently. They are in this together. Xingchen won't abandon him no matter the outcome. Then he moves to the door, letting himself out.

"I will see you soon." he murmurs before making his way to the park. Once there, the books are set just so - with small stones to keep the pages open. Then Xingchen uses a dagger to cut his hand, drawing a glowing red circle with his blood.

It would take a bit before Mingye believed that someone wouldn't abandon him. His own father had, so why wouldn't anyone else? Not that he really counted his father among... well, anyone. Lord Demon could go to hell. He watches Xingchen leave and then paces. All of this? It could go sideways. Then again, it could also be a trap. Except that he, himself, knew traps. This wasn't one. Even if a part of him was convinced that it was.

Steeling himself, he leaves close to a half hour later having memorized the directions to the park. When he does get there, he stares at the glowing red circle. Blood. He can feel the pulsing energy in the ground, almost like it wanted to devour his dark energy or combine with it. He's not entirely sure at the moment. Whatever Xingchen was using? It was definitely powerful.

Only time and patience will prove that Xingchen is nothing like Mingye's father. Upon seeing the other man, Xingchen approaches him with a soft, encouraging smile. Yes, the set-up is rather...daunting. But it works and that's all that matters.

"I know this is frightening, but I'm here for you." he will even go so far as entering the circle itself with Mingye, "Will you stand in the middle, please? Or sit. I want you to be comfortable."

Time, patience, and understanding. He was flawed and never good enough. That was something that he got used to. His relationship with his father had not been a pleasant one, not after the first time he'd killed someone. Everything in the Darknight Court had been about power. Though, the moment Xingchen mentions frightening, he laughs.

"Frightening? No. Feeling like it wants to devour me or my energy, yes," he states simply. Okay, so maybe a little frightening. He does, however, move to the circle and is glad that Xingchen has decided to step into it too.

He was not, however, going to stand in the middle. Instead, he moves to the middle of that circle and sits down. He places his hand on the ground, watching the dark energy swirl around his hand, and gives a nod. That's exactly what it felt like to him. A pull of energy.

The laughter is jarring and Xingchen tilts his head, waiting for an explanation. He blinks a few times and glances at the circle, noting that, yes, Mingye is partially correct.

"A price must be paid, that is true. But I have already begun that process." he holds up his bandaged hand, "I will be with you the entire time."

Since the magic will sense that he is whole, it won't do anything to or for him. Xingchen settles down beside Mingye, offering himself as food - or energy - for the spell too. He hopes this will lessen the strain on Mingye.

After taking a breath, he speaks the final words of the spell and watches as the circle glows intensely around them. Wind whips his face and his robes for a few moments and the blood is sucked into the spell's core. The payment has been accepted and in return, Mingye will feel his arm returning.

"It's not your blood it wants now, though," Mingye states lifting up his hand that has the dark energy swirling around it. Not that he minds too much. It wasn't zaps of Heavenly lightning trying to kill him or devour him. He wouldn't survive through that.

He feels the wind whip around them, rustling robes, and hair. Mingye isn't sure how he feels about that. Much less the spell dragging some of his dark energy down with the blood. Though, he also would figure that it would need a part of himself, in a way. He could understand that.

Only problem with returning limbs, though. Pain. Enough so that he wonders if he's bound to pass out, fist clenching and dark energy surrounding it.

"No." Xingchen agrees, unafraid of the dark energy. He stays at Mingye's side, calm and steady even as the wind whips at them and the light brightens. The pain is inevitable, unfortunately, and Xingchen doesn't hesitate to hold the other man, offering his shoulder for comfort.

"Breathe steadily..." he whispers, stroking Mingye's hair away from his face, "The limb must reattach. The muscles... The nerves..." and the knitting is agony, he's sure.

"You're not alone."

It was kind of funny finding people not afraid of the dark energy. That was... new. He knew of a few that weren't afraid of it. Linyuan, Little Fairy, and the prince's friends. They weren't afraid. Well, okay, Feng Xun was afraid of a lot of things compared to the others. He didn't count.

He's also not used to positive contact and it takes a lot not to flinch when the other holds him, or when he brushes hair from his face. Breathe steadily... right. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He's had worse pain than this. Right?

"So, you keep telling me."

His voice comes out a bit strained even as he feels everything trying to knit itself back together. Maybe this was worse than the Sky-Reaching Terrace, but he doubted it.

Dark energy exists all around them. What Xingchen dislikes about it are what it is used to do. Mingye has done nothing to cause him suspicion and, thus, there is no fear.

Besides, when Xingchen sees the other man in pain, he can't help soothing him as best as he is able. There is a tea he can brew for him later to dull the pain. But right now? He has to endure it.

"I believe you can withstand this." he smiles at the response and presses his cheek against Mingye's dark hair, "Just think about everything you can do with two arms."

Edited 2021-07-15 03:15 (UTC)

Mingye has used his dark energy to kill and manipulate, but not since meeting Feng Wu. A lot of things changed when Little Fairy decided to act like she gave a damn. Except, it wasn't an act like he first thought.

The other had far too much faith in the fact of him being able to handle this pain. His eyes close and he clenches his teeth against the pain, leaning into Xingchen.

"I can only think of one," he manages to get out. With his eyes closed, he's not paying attention to the limb re-appearing, just focusing on the pain. Pain he was good with.

Another person gives a damn. And, no, it isn't an act. The more time Xingchen spends with this man, the more he likes him. He can tell that Mingye hasn't had an easy life, but there is a stubbornness to him that seems to be turned towards doing what is right. He will always aid a man like him.

"Tell me." he urges, resting a hand against Mingye's cheek, "Your xiao? Will you be able to play it?"

The arm appears, bit by bit, and he is fascinated. The magic is lovely and when, at last, he sees Mingye's hand, he beams.

It might not be an act, but it would take a bit. Especially if Xingchen expected him to believe it wasn't one. The man was slowly becoming someone he could trust. The man had done a lot for him and that was even while looking like a man he couldn't stand.

He feels that hand on his cheek and it's weird to feel. To be touched. "Yes, my xiao. You need both of your hands to be able to play something like that."

He starts slightly when he feels his hand hit the ground. There were pins and needles feeling in his hand. He opens his eyes slightly and stares, clenching and unclenching his right hand.

"And now you have both hands." Xingchen murmurs, bringing attention to the fact that the spell has worked. He watches Mingye, worried, hoping the poor man doesn't pass out. Really, he couldn't blame him if he did! But he is impressed at how quickly Mingye adapts.

"Can you bend your arm? Bring your hand up to your shoulder?" he doesn't invade the other's space. He is sure Mingye can fully use the limb, but it doesn't hurt to make sure.

Passing out was not an option. Unfortunately, there was a lot of what Lord Demon had instilled in him that was still there. So, passing out was considered something that one should never do. Which meant that even if he wanted to? He wouldn't. "So, I do." The new hand that was throbbing and sending far too many pins and needles up his arm.

He gets what Xingchen is doing. Though, he takes a deep breath before bending his arm and then extending it. Even flexing his fingers. He didn't like the feeling, but it was there. He would just need to re-strengthen it.

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