November Catch-all

[fated_dance]

⌛ Who: Zhou Zishu (fated_dance), Song Zichen (tobrushawaysnow), Elrond (rivendell_lord), Xufeng (firefalling)
⌛ What: Event! TDM prompts! ETC! (Feel free to throw up a starter and ping a character in the header, or message me for a starter)
⌛ When: All through November
⌛ Where: All over
⌛ Warnings: Will warn in individual threads.

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Re: Video

[yeoldmonster]

[Baiyi frowns as he takes in his descendant’s appearance.]

I’ll be there shortly. Is there anything you need for me to bring you?

Video

[fated_dance]

[ As gruff and grumpy as his ancestor often acts, Ye Baiyi clearly cares. ]

...A fresh set of robes. They have anything else I need. Xingchen doesn't want me trying to go anywhere for a few days.

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[yeoldmonster]

Good. At least one of your friends has some sense.

[After a quick farewell, Baiyi gathers up some belongings and travels to the Four Seasons Manor. He collects a few things, including the robes, before stopping by a market.

When he finally arrives at the Shrine of Moonlit Frost, he has wine and a box of muffins in tow. Finding the younger man's door, he steps in and sets everything down nearby. Kneeling next to the bed, he passes over the liquor first.]

You look awful.

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[fated_dance]

[ The comment earns Baiyi a painful laugh before they end the connection.

The guest room he's staying in at the temple is easy to find, even if Xingchen isn't immediately right there when the immortal comes in. Zishu has been tucked back in, blankets pulled almost all the way to his chin.

When Baiyi comes in though, he forces himself up onto the pillows, pushing them up to something he can lean against. And snorts at the comment as he accepts the liquor with a wan smile. ]

Sorry to disappoint Ancestor Ye, this won't kill me.

[yeoldmonster]

[In an uncharacteristic moment, the ancient man moves to help Zishu when he sits up. He huffs a laugh at the retort.]

I'm starting to think I'm never going to get rid of you.

[He holds out his hand to take Zishu's wrist. He'd normally simply grab it, but there are apparently different rules for today.]

Would energy help you feel any better?

[fated_dance]

[ He won't tell. But it still earns Baiyi a quiet little smile as he settles. ]

Ah. It is very unlikely to happen.

[ Zhou Zishu is stubborn that way, now he has a reason to live. Even if said reason isn't here at the moment, his Lao Wen exists. It's enough.

He doesn't comment on the silent request, and simply sets his wrist in the other's hand as he takes a sip of the wine. ]

I do not know. Possibly.

[yeoldmonster]

[Baiyi closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment evaluating the other's health. Despite already seeing what condition Zishu is in, feeling his energies tells the old man it's even worse underneath the surface.]

Let me help you.

[Even if Baiyi isn't at his best either, he draws on his qi. His descendant needs the strength more than he does and they were in a situation where Baiyi sees no reason to hold back. They were safe and he could easily meditate the rest of the night. Whoever these doazhangs were that ran this shrine, Zishu trusted them a great deal.

It's slower than he would've been able to do if he were behind Zishu and pushing with all his might, but he can still achieve the same result. He goes quiet as he gives everything he can.]

[fated_dance]

[ Zishu has been meditating and resting, and drinking each medicinal tea Xingchen has brought him. He hates bedrest, but knows he needs it to recover.

He doesn't decline his ancestor's help, only sets the wine down and settles in to accept what Ye Baiyi offers him as his eyes close to welcome it. He trusts Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan completely. No, they aren't his Lao Wen. But they are good, kind, generous men who have opened their home to him. He's safe here.

He doesn't cause a fuss, for once, letting Baiyi concentrate. The pain doesn't fade, really, but he can feel strength seep back into his weary body. So it's easier to bear. ]

[yeoldmonster]

[When Baiyi finally draws back, he covers his mouth with a handkerchief and coughs. It's been a long time since he's tasted blood.]

You should try and sleep after you've had some wine.

[He looks for a separate bowl to pour himself some.]

[fated_dance]

[ The cough has him open his eyes to give the other many a concerned glance, but he doesn't do more than shove lightly at him. ]

You gave me too much.

[ Fussing goes both ways! ]

You should meditate too.

[ But he nods and reclaims his bowl of wine to drain, watching Baiyi closely. ]

[yeoldmonster]

Want me to take it back?

[The scold quickly turns to a weary smirk.]

I'm in no danger, brat. No one needs rescuing here but you.

[After taking a sip of the wine, Baiyi reaches for the box of baked goods and opens it.]

Eat one. They're something called a 'muffin'.