[UN: swordcandy | Audio]

[cultivatingsin]

He's mine. You can't have him! Stop trying to hurt him or take him away from me. I won't let you.

Do you understand? Let me say it slower: I won't let you.

[Is he being recorded? Technology is out to get him, obviously.]

I kept his spirit in a pouch, you know. I never let that pouch out of my sight. I hung it around my neck under my robes and I could feel him flutter...

Almost like a little bird. He's mine and I will protect him.

If you wanna kill someone, kill me. Just...get it over with. Stop playing with your food, it's embarrassing.

Comments

[Action]

[cultivatingsin]

So you can be scared. [He tilts his head and continues, dangerously.] Is it the absence of wine that frightens you?

[Action]

[fated_dance]

[ He's startled into laughing, and grins at Xue Yang before lifting his bottle in playful mimicry of a toast. ]

Who wouldn't be?

[Action]

[cultivatingsin]

[That's a nice sound! Xue Yang looks proud of himself, uncorking his bottle and drinking.]

Mm you might have a point. There was a lot I couldn't handle without wine.

[Action]

[fated_dance]

[ This gremlin amuses him. Zishu takes a long sip and sighs in satisfaction of the taste. ]

It helps with sleep, especially.

[ And pain management, which obviously he needs! ]

[Action]

[cultivatingsin]

[Xue Yang doesn't mind the flavor either, though it's sweeter than his usual fare.]

What about with nightmares. Has it helped you with those?