Xue Yang nods. "I hope he's happy, with Crozier." He leads the way into the coffin home itself, his stomach clenching at the sight of it. Dusty, dark and run-down, just like how it had been when he'd last been here.
He sighs as he looks around. "I was really happy here..." he murmurs as he leans into Song Lan.
"I don't know." Zichen admits softly, "He wasn't happy. He was just...running, I think." he slips his arms around Xue Yang and kisses the side of his head.
"You will be happier with me." he flushes, "I hope."
Xue Yang melts into the embrace and leans up to kiss Song Lan on the mouth. "Mm... let's." Another kiss before he speaks again. "But first... do you know where A-Qing is buried?" His voice comes out in a low murmur, his gaze lowering.
"Here." Zichen murmurs against Xue Yang's lips, "Come with me." he keeps hold of his lover's hand and guides him to the plot he had picked out for A-Qing.
"She's here." he then blinks and pulls out the spiritual pouch, "And here."
Xue Yang follows in silence. Once they reach the plot, he kneels down by it. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, "I hope... I hope the next life is kinder to you."
He glances up at Song Lan. "Is her soul still shattered?" he asks.
Zichen softens and lays a hand on Xue Yang's soft hair. Then he kneels beside him.
"It will be. She has earned a much easier life." he then examines the spiritual pouch and frowns, "Less so. We should keep her with us." he glances at Xue Yang, "I want you to talk to her, too. Tell her about yourself, A-Yang."
Xue Yang nods. "We'll fix her soul... so we can release her." A-Qing deserves to move on into the next reincarnation cycle, to have a chance at a better life.
He reaches into his qiankun pouch and pulls out some candy that he leaves on A-Qing's grave before standing up.
Xue Yang nods and embraces Song Lan again. "Yeah... feels weird. Where do you want to go? I'd like to at least get out of the Shudong area, but I don't care where else we go."
He looks down when Muyang rubs against them and smiles as he reaches down to stroke over his back.
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Date: 2025-01-01 12:02 pm (UTC)"Mm... Is it weird that I'm still kind of expecting to see him in that coffin?" he asks in a low murmur.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:06 pm (UTC)"I do too." he whispers and peers into the coffin, sighing, "If he is reborn... If we see him again... We will be good to him."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:10 pm (UTC)He sighs as he looks around. "I was really happy here..." he murmurs as he leans into Song Lan.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:16 pm (UTC)"You will be happier with me." he flushes, "I hope."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:19 pm (UTC)"Of course I will," he says with a smile, "I don't have to hide with you."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:21 pm (UTC)He embraces Xue Yang to his chest and kisses his neck.
"Let's start our life together. Let's get married."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:30 pm (UTC)"She's here." he then blinks and pulls out the spiritual pouch, "And here."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:34 pm (UTC)He glances up at Song Lan. "Is her soul still shattered?" he asks.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:40 pm (UTC)"It will be. She has earned a much easier life." he then examines the spiritual pouch and frowns, "Less so. We should keep her with us." he glances at Xue Yang, "I want you to talk to her, too. Tell her about yourself, A-Yang."
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:44 pm (UTC)He reaches into his qiankun pouch and pulls out some candy that he leaves on A-Qing's grave before standing up.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:48 pm (UTC)"She'll get there." he rises and tilts his head back, looking up at the sky, "I can't believe we're back."
Muyang toddles up to them and rubs against their legs.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:52 pm (UTC)He looks down when Muyang rubs against them and smiles as he reaches down to stroke over his back.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:58 pm (UTC)He nods to a cart nearby.
"Let's take that. I can pull it easily."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:01 pm (UTC)He nods and lifts up Muyang and Xiuying and puts them both on the cart.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:05 pm (UTC)The owlfinch doesn't seem to see the cats as foes and he sings before drinking from his water bowl.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:08 pm (UTC)"That bird has no survival instincts. Probably for the best that we keep him with us," he says, amused.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:13 pm (UTC)The serpent wiggles and sticks out her tongue.
"I've got what she needs..." he reaches into his qiankun pouch and pulls out...her terrarium.
All of it. With fresh water.
"Set her by our silly bird."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:19 pm (UTC)He then returns to Song Lan's side. "Alright. Let's go then."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:27 pm (UTC)Smiling at Xue Yang, he pulls the cart down a path leading out of Yi City and heading North. A rush of cool air makes him smile.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:29 pm (UTC)Xue Yang walks in step with Song Lan and smiles. "Will you at least tell me how long it'll take to get there?" he asks.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:41 pm (UTC)"A few hours." he steals a kiss from his darling husband-to-be, "I factored in your leg hurting when I came up with this plan."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:43 pm (UTC)Xue Yang grins and nips at Song Lan's lips. "My leg hasn't hurt in years. I'm fine." Still, he's glad that they won't have to walk for too long.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:47 pm (UTC)The nip sends a shiver through him and he breathes deep.
"My A-Yang is important to me." so he won't push him too far, old injury or not!
"I also didn't want Muyang and Xiuying to be exhausted."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:51 pm (UTC)Noticing Song Lan's reaction, Xue Yang can't help but to lean up to do it again, pulling away with an impish grin. "My A-Lan is importan too."
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