December Catch-All

[fated_dance]

⌛ Who: Zhou Zishu (fated_dance), Song Zichen (tobrushawaysnow), Xufeng (firefalling), Yingyuan (tortoiseflipper) AND YOU
⌛ What: Catch all for the month of December
⌛ When: December
⌛ Where: All over Nippon
⌛ Warnings: Warnings will be added to individual threads as needed.

Zhou Zishu
Song Zichen
Xufeng
Yingyuan

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[typhlotic]

The night after the full moon, Silvio came to visit. What one could see of his wrists and neck had vicious burns on them. Almost like he'd been chained up with something that had hurt him and his body was still trying to heal from it. That honestly was exactly the truth because he'd used silver in order to keep himself contained while he was feral.

Exhausted now, he came to the temple to just listen to the training. Eyes closed (not that he needed them anyway since they were useless), he sat on the ground with his back against a wall. Just to quietly listen to Zichen training students.

His eyes were hurting today and he winced a little as the pain shot through his head. But he quickly forced that down in favor of tilting his head as he listened to students end their lessons and head out. Too bad, he would have enjoyed hearing them practice more. The constant and steady movements had been a nice distraction.

[tobrushawaysnow]

Having a routine such as teaching has done wonders for Zichen. Being able to guide the young and curious in techniques his master had taught him, and to do so with his beloved Xingchen, has helped heal him more than he'd ever have thought possible. He knows how soothing listening to others work and train can be, too, and notices how a new acquaintance simply takes a seat where he can listen. He does nothing to call attention to the other man.

Only when the lesson is over and he sends the students off to the expected chores around the shrine does he move over to where tea is kept ready, then, pouring a couple cups, he carries them over to Silvio.

"Here. I have tea, it has many healing and soothing qualities to it," he says in greeting, holding one of the cups out.

[typhlotic]

Hearing Zichen come closer, he offered him a tired smile and took the tea before having a sip of it. Sighing, he let his head fall back against the wall as he rested. It was nice to have the tea if only to have the warmth fill him. He didn't know yet how much good the healing did his body.

"Thanks." It was easier to see the burn on one of his wrists as he held the cup now. But Silvio really wasn't paying it much mind. He was used to it after all.

"Too bad I only got to hear the end of the lesson. I was looking forward to listening."