⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng, Anakinn Theerapanyakul and YOU ⌛ What: Anything and everything around the kingdoms ⌛ When: January ⌛ Where: Nippon! ⌛ Warnings: Will be listed in subject header as needed
Kizuna effects- Leopard fur on his back (not easily visible)
Usual haunts for JC: -Working at Sakuranbo as a waiter/server -Dining at the Lotus and Peony where his sister makes SOUP -Occassionally starting trips out to the Eastern Kingdom to visit new friends in Hotel California -Going to try to go ice skating like he did last year!
If looking for something specific, feel free to message the journal or DM me at Aristastarfyr#8868 on discord!
He agreed to it and hadn't thought of it Now he was thinking of it. Did he mean to take Huaisang to the same place where his life changed forever? He chose to take Huaisang to the tea house where he wanted to bring his two interested people together. It was a bit of a test: part of it, he needed to be certain without a doubt that Huaisang didn't remember any of it. And if that was the case, he could move on, right?
Cheng doesn't think he could, though, but he wants to try.
So meeting up at the entrance of the tea house, Cheng was still psyching himself up for this meeting. He hadn't seen Huaisang since he was thrown out of the Unclean Realm. Okay, that was a bit harsh. He was doing his best to keep an open mind. Hell, he didn't even know when Huaisang came from. He needed to find that out, maybe reveal that they were a thing here in Nippon and maybe he can move on from there. He still didn't know if he was going to tell Huaisang what had happened here. Maybe it was better that he kept that a secret. He could keep secrets. It was a lot easier when he didn't know about them.
And seeing him? Cheng stilled, staring at Huaisang for a long time-too long, actually. He tried to cover it with a smile and a salute. "Nie Zongzhu. It is nice to see you again."
With all the residents of this city and at the party celebrating the start of the new year, seeing a familiar face was a greater relief than Huaisang could have guessed it would be. The more formal and correct greeting wasn't even off-putting. It had been far too long since they were -xiong to one another. While the Nie and Jiang sects were on peaceful terms and even allies after a fashion, there was not the friendship of youth. Being away from home and at the mercy of a rather strict task master could form bonds in ways few other things could.
Though formalities aside, the other sect leader had a look about him that was unfamiliar to Huaisang. And of course he was curious about it's source.
"Jiang-zhongzhu," he greeted back with a salute of his own, his newly returned Shuixian clasped in his hand. "It is good to see you as well. Shall we?" He asked as he gestured towards the interior of the tea house. There was conversation to be had and it wasn't fit for the street and all who might pass by. "I am eager for a quiet corner where we might talk." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Though I suppose there are few who would understand our native language? Or does magic affect that as well?"
He all but threw his hands up as his mind threatened to wander down a winding train of thought that tried to puzzle out how this realm worked.
Yes, right. Tea. The way Huaisang greeted him was like any other day they needed to converse outside of the meetings that the sect leaders held. It was painfully familiar and nostalgic, actually. And bittersweet.
"It is my understanding that the devices they give us allow us to understand others speaking in a different language," Cheng started. "But it's not likely very polite to ask if someone else has them on hand or not." They were seated with Cheng requesting a private booth for them.
They had lots to talk about, some more on Cheng's side, possibly, then on Huaisang's. Once tea and cakes were ordered, he turned to watch Huaisang for a moment. "I take it you have reunited with Mingjue? You're back in the Unclean Realm, then?" Did Huaisang find the room that used to be his? Had it been scrubbed or preserved? Those questions Cheng wasn't certain he should ask.
Huaisang arranged himself comfortably, hands resting in his lap. "I have and that was yet one more surprise upon arriving here. When I was brought here," he paused and glanced away for a moment to make certain the pleasant expression had not slipped, that his eyes gave away nothing he did not want revealed. "Well, I'm sure you understand. Or perhaps, you wouldn't? It would depend on when in your time you were brought here, wouldn't it?"
For all that he appeared fluff minded and with no more sense than the birds he collected, Huaisang did so very much detest being uninformed and at any sort of disadvantage. It had not been easy to convince all and sundry for years and years that he was entirely helpless. Such a charade had required that he be better informed than nearly everyone else. And even then he'd had to learn to think very quickly.
And here he was again, thrown into the thick of things with little to go on and having to think quickly once more.
"Please forgive if this is an intrusive question but at what point in your, er, timeline did you leave Lotus Pier?" The answer would inform Huaisang as to how free he could be with his own history. Though there was every chance that his other self had already revealed all. He barely managed to stifle a sigh of frustration.
Once they were arranged in their little booth and tea was steeping, Cheng considered the question. There was little sense in worrying about old feelings arising as it would only be one-sided. This Huaisang didn't remember being here. And after how things were left, if Huaisang remembered, they wouldn't be having this conversation, anyway.
"I was on my way back home from Guanyin Temple," he started, watching Huaisang. "After the reveal that Gaungyao was your brother's killer. I was caught up there, circling about, never being able to get home--not that there was much to go home to outside of my sect. And then I found myself here. You were here, and Wuxian was here...I think Mingjue and the rest of the Brotherhood was here, too. But in the end, it felt too much like home--not in a good way. Everything I had cultivated and protected was gone, I was the outsider, I didn't have much in the way of a foothold here."
As Jiang Cheng answered his question, Huaisang poured the tea, serving the other man first and then himself. For a man to whom family was everything, Huaisang couldn't imagine the transition to this realm was an easy one to make. Especially directly after the events at the temple. Just one more challenge from the heavens after all the countless ones that came before.
"Finding yourself here must have been quite the shock," Huaisang said with a kind tone without condescension. "What happened after your arrival? How long have you been here?"
Whatever they had become in their world, even if only distant colleagues, he still considered the man who sat across from him a friend. And it was not difficult to be sympathetic to the difficulties he'd had to cope with.
Cheng nodded. "This is my second winter here. I've been here almost a year and a half. I learned that the morals here are more relaxed than what I was used to." Which was saying a lot. To the point where his ears turned a little pink. "Wuxian found work for me with him at the Sakuranbo. We would call it a brothel but it's different. More like an inn with entertainment." Entertainment being held loosely, here.
"I also found that this place enjoys tricking people into situations that are better suited for private areas. You were here before and found me in a...less than compromising position." He wasn't proud of that. And as time passed, had been less than proud of what transpired after. But that wasn't the fault of a person who didn't remember it happening. And it wasn't Huaisang's responsibility to school Cheng's feelings about it, either. So he kept to the facts and used his skills as Sect Leader to keep his emotion away. "It's been a year. A very busy one with details I'm sure would bore you."
Huaisang's gaze fell to the table to between them, seemingly focused on the tea cup in his hands. Ah what had he been up to before this? What had inspired him to trifle with Jiang Wanyin? Silently he cursed that other version of himself and could only wonder at what the motivation had been.
"Did I ..." Huaisang glanced up for a fraction of a moment then back down. "Do I owe you an apology? Granted, I am completely unaware of what happened before and I will not press for details. But it was still me, after a fashion. And, well, I hope I did nothing that would harm our friendship, whatever remains of it from our youth."
He sincerely hoped that he had not taken the over indulgences of this realm and allowed it overwhelm his good sense. Truly, he knew better after the time spent avenging his brother. Unless he had run a little wild after the stress of the last years being lifted from him?
Riley knew he needed to travel to where the real cold was to go ice skating but he didn't mind that. It was fun and something he always loved doing. And after his time spent with learning about the future and getting stronger? He really wanted to enjoy the winter because suddenly he understood why he always felt so much a part of it.
Of course he wasn't expecting to see Wanyin there. Skating over, he smiled brightly as he came to a stop at the edge where he could see him putting the skates on.
"Wanyin! Are you going to skate too? Do you want to with me?"
He heard the familiar voice and looked up. It was always nice to see Riley hale and whole and not looking like he was dead in his bed like he had been earlier.
"Riley! It's good to see you." He hadn't expected to see the young man and truth be told, he was happy that the other was here. "Yes, I was planning to. I had tried it last winter and it was nice."
The invitation had Cheng smiling bashfully. "I would like that, thank you. I found it isn't too different from maneuvering a sword but I did not get much practice before spring returned." Case in point, he stood up carefully and had to adjust his balance before he felt confident enough to walk with the skates on.
"Well then I'll help you out. You can count on me!"
He gave the man a salute then went closer to the edge so he could hold his hand out for him. While he wasn't at all strong, he wasn't really weak either. That was something that he'd learned during his little coma. The one he'd taken a few days before their first date together. One of many to follow, he hoped.
"I'm really good at it so I can teach you some tricks."
"Oh? We're into trickery now?" For him in his time, Tricky Things meant something different for Cheng. But he was content to be playful about it. The whole concept of dating these two Fae -both together and separately- was still a wholly alien thing for Cheng. This sort of thing never happened (as far as he could tell, being gentry) in his own world!
He took Riley's hand, noting how much smaller and slender it was compared to his callused one, and used most of his own strength to haul himself up. A small smile graced his face; the one used for public outings and addressing the masses. His carefree one was not for the public eyes. "Show me what you're good at, Riley." Double innuendo? Cheng would never confess!
The question just made Riley laugh since he had a feeling that Wanyin had no idea that the Fae were widely known for their trickery. Which was fine because he'd never consider himself a tricky person anyway. Instead, he held onto that hand as he helped to guide the man out onto the ice with him, face lighting up at the words.
"I'd love to. But let's stick to ice skating for now." He could play a long with it too!
For now though, he just helped to get the man moving on the ice, guiding him through how to stay balanced and how to keep moving forward. "It's pretty easy once you get the feel for it. A lot of it is just letting yourself have the confidence to keep moving forward."
That pulled a broad grin from Cheng as he let Riley explain the mechanics of ice skating. He knew enough to not fall down so easily but having it explained like this helped him even more. He nodded with a hum of agreement, moving this way and that on the ice, still having a bit of a wobbly moment when he stopped. "The problem I have is turning. Stopping sometimes, too. But it is not too different with a sword in the air."
He dipped his head in acknowledgement for something else. "And...there is a time limit to learn and perfect this skill. The ice is here for only so long."
Skating ahead of Wanyin, Riley took his other hand too. He had to skate backwards to do this but that didn't bother him because it would be easier to help him with instructing on turns. "Stopping can be tricky until you get used to it. I usually suggest letting yourself slow as you gently turn until you get better balance to use the front of the skates."
Watching Wanyin's feet, he smiled then instructed him on how to make an upcoming turn, nodding as he watched the man get it. "You can fly on a sword though? How do you do that?"
It may be a learning curve but it was a short one. Cheng was familiar with balance and it was only a little adjustment to shift his balance and center. It was getting easier to turn and stop though, so he was pleased with that.
"It is a Cultivation technique. I explained it once that it is a form of magic that is formed by one's spiritual energy. With that energy, we can commune with the dead or other spirits and use it to heal ourselves and to maneuver the sword which is to fly on them. But ultimately, the goal of a Cultivator is to achieve ultimate wisdom and serenity."
It's several hours after Riley doesn't wake up before Will sends a video message to Jiang Cheng. Everyone else who needed to know what was happening lived in the hotel so... that really only left Wanyin.
On the screen, Will's face is pale and drawn. There's worry etched deep in his features and his eyes look so very old. In spite of that his eyes were bright like he's been crying? It's hard to tell in the sepia tones of the device's video feature.
"Wanyin," his voice was low and hoarse. "I'm afraid I have to postpone our date. Riley's..." He broke off, looking off-screen then back again. "Something's wrong with Riley."
Jiang Cheng hadn't been expecting a message. When he does see it, his face blossoms into surprise, then concern.
"What do you need from me? What can I bring?"
Yes, he may not have known them long, but he knows the Theerapanyakuls' and he was able to form a friendship with them. He wasn't going to be a fair-weather friend.
The question resounded in his head. It bounced and echoed in seemingly empty chambers and Will couldn't think of a single thing that would help ease this pain... or help Riley. There was a delay before Will choked out, "Can you... Would you just come here and be with me for a while?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. I will be there as soon as I can."
Because, you know...kingdoms and travel and stuff. Cheng brings the things he knows to bring his people some measure of comfort in situations like this and he arrives with a satchel and himself.
It's another few moments of direction before he makes it to where Will is. Everyone was unbalanced because of...whatever happened. What the hell happened? He would find out now that he was knocking on their door and announcing his arrival.
Will's voice was subdued, even through the door. He may as well leave it open so the rest of the family can come and go. Will wasn't going anywhere. No, he was going to live in that chair beside the bed where Riley slept. He hadn't even bothered getting properly dressed: Will's still sitting there in a pair of nondescript grey lounge pants and a white tank top.
His head turned slowly when he heard the door open and he tried (and failed) to smile for Jiang Cheng. Though something that might have been relief flickered over his features.
Cheng didn't say a word as he looked over the scene, his heart in his throat. Dropping his bag as he kept walking forward, his eyes on Riley and then back to Will. Without any preamble or hesitation, he enfolded Will in his arms, sighing heavily as he kept him in his embrace.
He still doesn't know what happened. But he knew the other Fae breathed, so that was something. That didn't matter right now, only that Will was aware that he was here. He couldn't make it better but he might be able to make it easier to endure.
Oh... okay. Hugs were nice. Unexpected, but oh so very welcome. In fact, Will basically melted in Wanyin's arms. His shoulders slumped even more, he let out a long breath, and reached up to curl his fingers around Jiang Cheng's arms tightly. Desperately.
Oh, he knew he had the support of everyone in their household. He knew they were all worried, too, but they were all also busy dealing with whatever best helped them get through this. Will? He couldn't even muster a distraction. It was like his mind was empty and all that lived there was Riley and worry for him. Somewhere in the distance, he knew Vegas was in the kitchen making food for him. He knew Pete was making sure everyone was fed, he even spent some time here with Will and gently encouraged him to use the bathroom. He knew Kinn and Porsche were worried, too.
He didn't want to burden anyone anymore than they already were.
And yet here was Wanyin, who came because Will asked him, too. Who, he could clearly see, also worried for Riley. But he was here with Will right now, holding him when he needed nothing more than an anchor to keep him from disappearing in his sadness. And having those strong arms around him let Will feel safe enough to fall apart. He let out a shuddering sob and tears spilled over his cheeks as he clung to Jiang Cheng's arms.
It was bad. Cheng knew it was bad. But what was even worse were these stupid chairs. They were too high. "Here, come here."
He twisted, half lifting Will and sat on the floor with the Fae in his lap and his back against the bed. He could properly hold the man to him and let him pour out his grief. As he felt things start to settle, he started to comb his fingers through Will's hair. "He breathes still." Though it was terrifying. Okay one day and then unresponsive the next? Cheng knew several reasons for that and not many of them were good. "Will you let me check on him? I'm no healer, but I can check his meridians and see if something is amiss there." Would his knowledge of qi and cultivation be helpful here? He doesn't know. But it would be something, and the effort might help Will in this crisis.
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Jiang Cheng
Usual haunts for JC:
-Working at Sakuranbo as a waiter/server
-Dining at the Lotus and Peony where his sister makes SOUP
-Occassionally starting trips out to the Eastern Kingdom to visit new friends in Hotel California
-Going to try to go ice skating like he did last year!
If looking for something specific, feel free to message the journal or DM me at Aristastarfyr#8868 on discord!
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Cheng doesn't think he could, though, but he wants to try.
So meeting up at the entrance of the tea house, Cheng was still psyching himself up for this meeting. He hadn't seen Huaisang since he was thrown out of the Unclean Realm. Okay, that was a bit harsh. He was doing his best to keep an open mind. Hell, he didn't even know when Huaisang came from. He needed to find that out, maybe reveal that they were a thing here in Nippon and maybe he can move on from there. He still didn't know if he was going to tell Huaisang what had happened here. Maybe it was better that he kept that a secret. He could keep secrets. It was a lot easier when he didn't know about them.
And seeing him? Cheng stilled, staring at Huaisang for a long time-too long, actually. He tried to cover it with a smile and a salute. "Nie Zongzhu. It is nice to see you again."
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Though formalities aside, the other sect leader had a look about him that was unfamiliar to Huaisang. And of course he was curious about it's source.
"Jiang-zhongzhu," he greeted back with a salute of his own, his newly returned Shuixian clasped in his hand. "It is good to see you as well. Shall we?" He asked as he gestured towards the interior of the tea house. There was conversation to be had and it wasn't fit for the street and all who might pass by. "I am eager for a quiet corner where we might talk." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Though I suppose there are few who would understand our native language? Or does magic affect that as well?"
He all but threw his hands up as his mind threatened to wander down a winding train of thought that tried to puzzle out how this realm worked.
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"It is my understanding that the devices they give us allow us to understand others speaking in a different language," Cheng started. "But it's not likely very polite to ask if someone else has them on hand or not." They were seated with Cheng requesting a private booth for them.
They had lots to talk about, some more on Cheng's side, possibly, then on Huaisang's. Once tea and cakes were ordered, he turned to watch Huaisang for a moment. "I take it you have reunited with Mingjue? You're back in the Unclean Realm, then?" Did Huaisang find the room that used to be his? Had it been scrubbed or preserved? Those questions Cheng wasn't certain he should ask.
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For all that he appeared fluff minded and with no more sense than the birds he collected, Huaisang did so very much detest being uninformed and at any sort of disadvantage. It had not been easy to convince all and sundry for years and years that he was entirely helpless. Such a charade had required that he be better informed than nearly everyone else. And even then he'd had to learn to think very quickly.
And here he was again, thrown into the thick of things with little to go on and having to think quickly once more.
"Please forgive if this is an intrusive question but at what point in your, er, timeline did you leave Lotus Pier?" The answer would inform Huaisang as to how free he could be with his own history. Though there was every chance that his other self had already revealed all. He barely managed to stifle a sigh of frustration.
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"I was on my way back home from Guanyin Temple," he started, watching Huaisang. "After the reveal that Gaungyao was your brother's killer. I was caught up there, circling about, never being able to get home--not that there was much to go home to outside of my sect. And then I found myself here. You were here, and Wuxian was here...I think Mingjue and the rest of the Brotherhood was here, too. But in the end, it felt too much like home--not in a good way. Everything I had cultivated and protected was gone, I was the outsider, I didn't have much in the way of a foothold here."
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"Finding yourself here must have been quite the shock," Huaisang said with a kind tone without condescension. "What happened after your arrival? How long have you been here?"
Whatever they had become in their world, even if only distant colleagues, he still considered the man who sat across from him a friend. And it was not difficult to be sympathetic to the difficulties he'd had to cope with.
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"I also found that this place enjoys tricking people into situations that are better suited for private areas. You were here before and found me in a...less than compromising position." He wasn't proud of that. And as time passed, had been less than proud of what transpired after. But that wasn't the fault of a person who didn't remember it happening. And it wasn't Huaisang's responsibility to school Cheng's feelings about it, either. So he kept to the facts and used his skills as Sect Leader to keep his emotion away. "It's been a year. A very busy one with details I'm sure would bore you."
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"Did I ..." Huaisang glanced up for a fraction of a moment then back down. "Do I owe you an apology? Granted, I am completely unaware of what happened before and I will not press for details. But it was still me, after a fashion. And, well, I hope I did nothing that would harm our friendship, whatever remains of it from our youth."
He sincerely hoped that he had not taken the over indulgences of this realm and allowed it overwhelm his good sense. Truly, he knew better after the time spent avenging his brother. Unless he had run a little wild after the stress of the last years being lifted from him?
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Of course he wasn't expecting to see Wanyin there. Skating over, he smiled brightly as he came to a stop at the edge where he could see him putting the skates on.
"Wanyin! Are you going to skate too? Do you want to with me?"
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"Riley! It's good to see you." He hadn't expected to see the young man and truth be told, he was happy that the other was here. "Yes, I was planning to. I had tried it last winter and it was nice."
The invitation had Cheng smiling bashfully. "I would like that, thank you. I found it isn't too different from maneuvering a sword but I did not get much practice before spring returned." Case in point, he stood up carefully and had to adjust his balance before he felt confident enough to walk with the skates on.
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He gave the man a salute then went closer to the edge so he could hold his hand out for him. While he wasn't at all strong, he wasn't really weak either. That was something that he'd learned during his little coma. The one he'd taken a few days before their first date together. One of many to follow, he hoped.
"I'm really good at it so I can teach you some tricks."
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He took Riley's hand, noting how much smaller and slender it was compared to his callused one, and used most of his own strength to haul himself up. A small smile graced his face; the one used for public outings and addressing the masses. His carefree one was not for the public eyes. "Show me what you're good at, Riley." Double innuendo? Cheng would never confess!
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"I'd love to. But let's stick to ice skating for now." He could play a long with it too!
For now though, he just helped to get the man moving on the ice, guiding him through how to stay balanced and how to keep moving forward. "It's pretty easy once you get the feel for it. A lot of it is just letting yourself have the confidence to keep moving forward."
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He dipped his head in acknowledgement for something else. "And...there is a time limit to learn and perfect this skill. The ice is here for only so long."
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Watching Wanyin's feet, he smiled then instructed him on how to make an upcoming turn, nodding as he watched the man get it. "You can fly on a sword though? How do you do that?"
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"It is a Cultivation technique. I explained it once that it is a form of magic that is formed by one's spiritual energy. With that energy, we can commune with the dead or other spirits and use it to heal ourselves and to maneuver the sword which is to fly on them. But ultimately, the goal of a Cultivator is to achieve ultimate wisdom and serenity."
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The day Riley doesn't wake up
On the screen, Will's face is pale and drawn. There's worry etched deep in his features and his eyes look so very old. In spite of that his eyes were bright like he's been crying? It's hard to tell in the sepia tones of the device's video feature.
"Wanyin," his voice was low and hoarse. "I'm afraid I have to postpone our date. Riley's..." He broke off, looking off-screen then back again. "Something's wrong with Riley."
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"What do you need from me? What can I bring?"
Yes, he may not have known them long, but he knows the Theerapanyakuls' and he was able to form a friendship with them. He wasn't going to be a fair-weather friend.
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Because, you know...kingdoms and travel and stuff. Cheng brings the things he knows to bring his people some measure of comfort in situations like this and he arrives with a satchel and himself.
It's another few moments of direction before he makes it to where Will is. Everyone was unbalanced because of...whatever happened. What the hell happened? He would find out now that he was knocking on their door and announcing his arrival.
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Will's voice was subdued, even through the door. He may as well leave it open so the rest of the family can come and go. Will wasn't going anywhere. No, he was going to live in that chair beside the bed where Riley slept. He hadn't even bothered getting properly dressed: Will's still sitting there in a pair of nondescript grey lounge pants and a white tank top.
His head turned slowly when he heard the door open and he tried (and failed) to smile for Jiang Cheng. Though something that might have been relief flickered over his features.
"Come, sit with me."
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He still doesn't know what happened. But he knew the other Fae breathed, so that was something. That didn't matter right now, only that Will was aware that he was here. He couldn't make it better but he might be able to make it easier to endure.
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Oh, he knew he had the support of everyone in their household. He knew they were all worried, too, but they were all also busy dealing with whatever best helped them get through this. Will? He couldn't even muster a distraction. It was like his mind was empty and all that lived there was Riley and worry for him. Somewhere in the distance, he knew Vegas was in the kitchen making food for him. He knew Pete was making sure everyone was fed, he even spent some time here with Will and gently encouraged him to use the bathroom. He knew Kinn and Porsche were worried, too.
He didn't want to burden anyone anymore than they already were.
And yet here was Wanyin, who came because Will asked him, too. Who, he could clearly see, also worried for Riley. But he was here with Will right now, holding him when he needed nothing more than an anchor to keep him from disappearing in his sadness. And having those strong arms around him let Will feel safe enough to fall apart. He let out a shuddering sob and tears spilled over his cheeks as he clung to Jiang Cheng's arms.
"He was fine last night..."
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He twisted, half lifting Will and sat on the floor with the Fae in his lap and his back against the bed. He could properly hold the man to him and let him pour out his grief. As he felt things start to settle, he started to comb his fingers through Will's hair. "He breathes still." Though it was terrifying. Okay one day and then unresponsive the next? Cheng knew several reasons for that and not many of them were good. "Will you let me check on him? I'm no healer, but I can check his meridians and see if something is amiss there." Would his knowledge of qi and cultivation be helpful here? He doesn't know. But it would be something, and the effort might help Will in this crisis.
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