You took all of me (December Catchall)

[esurientabyss]

🌊Who: He Xuan, and anyone else.
🌊What: A brief catchall.
🌊When: December.
🌊Where: Varies.
🌊Warnings: None, unless someone ends up convincing him somehow to do a NSFW bingo square or something.


i. silent nights (closed to Gaku Yaotome)

[ Well following the culmination of the activities of this, it is doubtless that the two had their own business to take care of. Maybe it would take a day, but probably not because when nightfall is upon them, it doesn't change the fact that sleep will be needed. Well, technically He Xuan could go without it, though it hasn't exactly...come up. ]

...It's late. I assume you're coming to bed.

[ He Xuan doesn't know how to phrase that less awkwardly, help. ]

ii. these abandoned fields

[ ...Well. These fields are not going to cultivate their damned selves, as much as He Xuan would like for them to. So here he is, out in the early morning, hair pulled back into a familiar ponytail, despite how long it is, and sleeves rolled up.

He's doing farm work, with the hoe and whatnot. Though, apparently not without a few curses. His family had a farm when he was young, yet it has been ages since he has been on a farm. Not to mention, they didn't go into misfortune until a certain point, so his experience personally attending to one is extremely limited.

Maybe a certain shovel would prove to be useful here, in retrospect. Or maybe not, because he doesn't know how to use it. Anyway, more effort is being exerted here, without trying to ruin the soil. ]

iii. responsibility is a heavy (annoying) cross to bear [various prompts]

[ He Xuan can be seen in town at various early points of the day. Though he looks annoyed to be there, and if for whatever reason someone comes closer to him, he frowns, but he does like...the minimum effort to look like he's not about to kill someone, expression more neutral. ]

What?

[ Later on, he can also be witnessed hanging around at the actual beach, seeming caught up in the way the setting looks in the late afternoon. He seems more at peace at this time, on account of the fact he is more at ease with this sort of surrounding. ]

iv. wildcard

[ Feel free to throw in a random scenario that doesn't fit the above if you'd like. I haven't actually gotten around to making a plotting post since I just commented around, but here is his bingo so far! ]

Comments

[esurientabyss]

[ ...There is a small pause as he considers that response. Oh, right, the meeting that the one with the weak and now-potentially deranged man observed with all that legalese.

Though it takes him even a bit longer to recall before a sound of disapproval leaves him. ]

The arrogance of a conceited heavenly official is putrid, just like their entire being.

[ Merely ripping up a pamphlet caused that? What a fragile ego this goddess had...pathetic.

Also, evidently He Xuan doesn't seem to give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks of him because he is still talking shit, RIP.

Then he stares at the hand silently, as if to ask 'why are you extending it to me', help... ]

[feralheart]

[ M-21 heaves a sigh, fully expecting to get hit by a cow or a pig or some other such nonsense. Never let it be said he can't learn from his hypocrisy. ]

What, you have goddesses like that where you come from too?

[ He Xuan... M-21 wiggles his fingers a little, not quite impatient, just with the restlessness of a man fully aware of how awkward he's being. ]

Give me your hand. Unless you want something else from my card.

[ Fair is fair, right? ]

[esurientabyss]

[ That is just M-21's life now, having to be on the look out from flying pigs or cows due to previous or current associations. ]

Yes. Most of them are intolerable. Even now.

Not surprised it's the same here.

[ Even if he doesn't really recognize this goddess...anyway he looks at the hand and he taps it lightly before taking it. ]

Fine. [ ... ] What are we even doing...?

[feralheart]

Huh. You really are some kind of noblesse.

[ Or whatever the equivalent is where he's from. Talking so casually about heavenly whatever...

M-21 gives a little snort when He Xuan taps his hand. What, is he checking for a trap? Making sure he's solid? It's kind of cute. He curls his fingers around He Xuan's surprisingly cold ones. ]

Holding hands. Don't tell me you don't know how.

[ Says local man who has also never held a hand within his memory. RIP. ]

[esurientabyss]

A what...?

[ No, it's because he was uncertain what to do with it. Not that he's going to admit to that. His grip is also rather secure, instead of loose. ]

I know how to hold hands.

[ He says, flatly, yet in the sense of being petulant as well. A certain, loud and lively person used to make him hold hands sometimes. He finds it just as annoying then as he does now, but that's because he dislikes the whole 'holding' part. ]

[feralheart]

[ Wait, how does he even explain noblesse when 'not actually a vampire' is the opposite of descriptive. ]

Immortal. Stronger than a human. They can control their minds or wipe their memories. ...They don't drink blood, though.

[ Yeah, that's not really getting the gist of it. Well... good enough. At least they're acing this handholding, although M-21 doesn't know how long he needs to hang on. ]

[esurientabyss]

[ ...They've been doing it long enough, He Xuan decides, and lets go. ]

Can't exactly wipe someone's memories.

[ Nor does he need to drink blood. Though he doesn't comment on the mind control portion. ]

What are you then?

[ He Xuan you can't just ask people what they are. Or maybe he can because he has zero manners. ]

[feralheart]

[ That's fine. If it doesn't count, M-21 will be back for his hand later. What is respect for immortals?

Especially ones who just ask rude questions like that?? Reminding himself that he did kind of start it, M-21 bites down on the reflex to answer 'a mistake.' ]

I used to be human. And I'm not a noblesse. You that interested in the details?

[esurientabyss]

[ The amount of laughter I just had reading that is glorious.

Honestly He Xuan's level of respect towards other people is...a dubious amount, so he is valid. ]

You called me a noblesse.

[ He states blandly like that explains him asking. ]

[feralheart]

Because you seemed like it.

[ That's his excuse. He Xuan is just a rude bean, apparently. Which would be pretty rich coming from M-21.

But he's also just as happy not expounding any further. They've got a good equilibrium here. ]

[esurientabyss]

[ They're doing well here, fam. ]

Hm. Whatever the case, you have my answer.

[ ...And of course so is He Xuan. Unsurprisingly, perhaps. But it is definitely what he'd consider to be good enough on his end as well. ]

[feralheart]

Yeah.

[ They're doing great! For very malleable definitions of what 'great' means. But M-21 will go the extra mile on communication to add: ]

...Doesn't bother me what you are. We're all stuck here the same. Just don't try any mind control on me.

[esurientabyss]

[ ...

He Xuan almost smiles, but it doesn't happen. If he did manage one, it might be a cruel one. He's not a nice person... ]

Your fear is unfounded. I don't have the capability.

[ Unless, he supposes, he gained access to one of those soul (??)/body swapping/controlling spells. Entirely not impossible. Something he decides not to mention. ]

[feralheart]

[ Do your worst, you horrible ghost man. ]

It's not fear.

[ Words aren't exactly his forte either, but it bothers him a little to be misunderstood about this. He's got his own baggage with people jumping to conclusions about what he is. ]

...If you can't do it, then it doesn't matter.

[esurientabyss]

[ Famous last words

...He Xuan doesn't say anything else but somehow his stone-like facial expression also says literally, 'If you say so.'

Mostly to the fear comment, of course. ]

[feralheart]

[ How can He Xuan say so many words--none of them polite--with just a look? ]

If you've got something to say, then say it.

[esurientabyss]

[ He is very good at that (unfortunately.) ]

Say what?

[feralheart]

Whatever that look was for.

[ Jerk, (non-derogatory??) ]

[esurientabyss]

Don't know what you're talking about.

[ He says with the calm flat tone of someone who definitely Knows. ]

[feralheart]

You remind me of someone. He's not even two hundred yet.

[ He doesn't know if that sounds childish by He Xuan's standards, but he hopes the sentiment carries clearly. ]

[esurientabyss]

[ It sounds potentially as much but he is also familiar with human lifespans...

He is at least a couple centuries younger than some gods or goddesses, though so depending on the exact age, it could be more middling than childish. ]

He's not? Who is he?

[feralheart]

[ M-21's not telling. That's what He Xuan deserves, for that look. ]

A friend. He's petty and proud. [ Okay, so much for being subtle about that. ] But he has his own principles.

[esurientabyss]

[ M-21 gives He Xuan what he deserves, for certain.

... 'he's petty and proud', wow. ]

Does he now.

[feralheart]

[ What? He's talking about Regis, not He Xuan. Look at the innocence in his face. ]

Yeah. He doesn't know when to back down from a fight. [ Like M-21 should talk. ] ...He's not a bad person to be like.

[esurientabyss]

I know when to pick my battles. [ Though, backing down from them? Might be a different story. ] Seems you're a little like this person too.

[ Just going to point that out. ]