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[ghostlord]

[Since there seems to be tension, Wen Kexing offers what comfort he can in the form of his flute. Sit back, close your eyes and listen. The piece in question is meant to soothe the mind, the body and soul, allowing for healing and restful sleep. But it's also rather sad; he isn't the sort of man that can play bright, happy songs, especially since he noticed one of his friends is missing.

Ah well. Such is the nature of this world.

Eventually he will speak, his deep voice soft so as to not ruin the mood.]

People come and go. I don't even see the point of creating a memorial. Our time here is purposefully brief.

[Is he trying to convince himself? Could be.]

Get some rest. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.

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[ghostlord]

No, not long at all. [Kexing hates seeing Zishu in pain and he is relieved that, soon, that too will be ending. He tucks their bodies together, laying them back against the bed.]

I knew you were stronger than them. How could nails compare to Zhou Zishu?

[fated_dance]

[ The confirmation has him smile as he settles against his soulmate. ]

They can't resist Wen Kexing.

[ghostlord]

[Kexing kisses over Zishu's knuckles.]

I am very charming! Do you think I can charm metal?

[fated_dance]

[ He chuckles and playfully pinches one of his love's cute cheeks. ]

Baiyi likes you.

[ghostlord]

[His eyes widen and then he laughs, giving a dramatic shudder.]

You mean the sword, not that old monster, right?

[fated_dance]

[ He grins, snickering, and pats that cheek again. ]

Old monster? I do mean the sword.

[ghostlord]

Oh that's right! You haven't met him yet. We run into Ye Baiyi himself. He's a horrible old grump.

[Kexing chases Zishu's fingers, nipping at them.]

He and I fight all the time, but he does seem to like you.

[fated_dance]

[ He lets his fingers tease his Lao Wen's lips and face as he thinks on that. ]

What do you fight about?

[ghostlord]

He mostly wants to chase me away from you. [He smirks, unrepentant.] He thinks the Ghost Lord is a bad match for the one carrying his sword.

[fated_dance]

[ His grin is slow but undeniable. ]

If it was possible to chase you from me, I'd have done it already.

[ghostlord]

A-Xu stands up for me. You told him if he was going to kill me for my crimes, he had to kill you too.

[His cheeks pink.]

[fated_dance]

I would say it again, to anyone.

[ This ridiculous man is his. Life has no meaning without him. ]

[ghostlord]

[The color deepens and he smiles helplessly, touched.]

I am loyal to you. I think I'm beginning to convince him of that. He just...doesn't understand. I would never hurt my zhiji.