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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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[fated_dance]

[ He grins back and kisses the tip of that cute nose. ]

You might come to regret that.

[ghostlord]

Never. That's impossible. [He smirks, haughty and yet loving at the same time.] I was made for A-Xu.

[fated_dance]

[ He laughs, delighting at that haughty confidence and tugs playfully on a lock of hair. ]

You're ridiculous. Come, we have a nail to destroy.

[ Zishu pulls free before holding a hand down to help tug Kexing to his feet. ]

[ghostlord]

[He wrinkles his nose and then smiles, utterly delighted by the laughter.]

I'm ready!

[He takes the hand offered to him and gets up, immediately wrapping an arm around Zishu.]

Did you take the pain pill?

[fated_dance]

[ He can't help how his expression softens as Kexing accepts the hand up only to wrap an arm around him again. He doesn't deserve this soulmate of his. But he's glad to have him. ]

Ah. I did.

[ghostlord]

Good. [Kexing fusses over his A-Xu until they are back in their room. He nudges Zishu to sit down and then prepares what he needs.]

This one seems looser to me. Maybe your body is trying to heal itself and rejecting them. That would be helpful.

[fated_dance]

[ The fussing sometimes makes him grumpy, but other times he just chuckles and shakes his head. This time is the latter as he takes a seat in their room and removes his outer layers and top while Kexing bustles about.

Blinking at the comment, he looks down at the one in question. ]

You've been working hard, and have been showing the way. I hadn't designed them to be easy to take out. But I hadn't expected to bump into someone so...

[ A slow, playful grin tugs at his lips and he glances at his soulmate. ]

Absurdly stubborn.

[ghostlord]

[Grumpy or not, Wen Kexing will fuss over his zhiji. It's like the sun rising or the moon glowing. It's just going to happen.

He comes back to Zishu with a bowl filled with bandages, wipes to disinfect and salve to keep the area protected.]

Someone so in love with you, you mean.

[Kexing grins as he kneels in front of Zishu.]

Someone willing to jump off of cliffs for you.

[fated_dance]

[ The fussing goes both ways!

Zishu chuckles and grins back at his silly love. ]

Ridiculous. Yes.

[ But the hand that reaches out and cups Kexing's face is gentle, and his gaze is warm. ]

[ghostlord]

[Kexing arches up to steal a kiss, nuzzling the hand on his face.]

For you, I will always be ridiculous.

[He chuckles and gets to examining the next nail.]

Alright, A-Xu. Deep breath.

[fated_dance]

[ Thief! Kiss thief!

Zishu's eyes are bright as he kisses back, fingers stroking that sweet face. ]

Ah. So be it.

[ He needs that ridiculousness in his life. Kexing reminds him what it is to live.

Sighing, he straightens and sets his hands on bent knees before focusing on breathing deep and steady. ]

[ghostlord]

[The kisses are so sweet that he will never apologize~

Kexing stays close, breathing the same air as his A-Xu, watching him intently.]

I will go as quickly as I can.

[He hovers his hand in front of the nail and begins to draw it out, his eyes narrowing, focusing so the motion is smooth.]

[fated_dance]

[ He doesn't want an apology for kisses.

Zishu does his best to not struggle or fight his Lao Wen's efforts, but the hiss of pain despite the painkillers can't be denied. By the time the nail is out, he's left gasping for breath but mostly lucid. And most importantly, no different from any other time Kexing had removed a nail. ]

[ghostlord]

[No different, but obviously in pain. Kexing quickly supports his soulmate and presses their heads together, offering his energy immediately to fill the hole the nail left behind.]

You're alright. We're together. Can you feel me, A-Xu? Just focus on my voice and your breathing.

[fated_dance]

[ A familiar voice speaks to him, calls him to focus and listen. And breathe. Zishu rests his head against Kexing's and works to unclench his hands from his clothes. Between the energy pouring into the empty hole, the warmth of Kexing beside him, and that voice, it's not long before his breathing calms and he leans into Kexing's embrace. ]

Mm. I hear you. I can feel you.

[ghostlord]

[His Zishu is strong and stubborn! Even on the edge of death, his soulmate holds his balance and slowly takes two steps back...and into his arms. Kexing moves to hold his beloved, continuing to pour loving energy into him. All that he is belongs to his A-Xu.]

You did it. The worst is over.

[fated_dance]

[ He'd had to be strong in driving them into his own body, too. Zishu is certainly stubborn!

But so is Kexing.

The help to stay on his feet, and more energy sinking into him, has him slowly wrap his arms around his love, resting his head against a strong shoulder. ]

Aah...Not...much longer now.

[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?