Opening my eyes again in casted darkness... (January Catch-all)

[esurientabyss]

🌊Who: He Xuan, and anyone else.
🌊What: Things happening; they're self-explanatory.
🌊When: January.
🌊Where: Varies.
🌊Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of suicide & forced induction into harems; involvement of violence/murder. Anything else that may occur will be added or adequately warned for in the thread. TGCF spoilers, but since this already deals with memories, that's a requirement, really.



i. gravitation

[ No matter where He Xuan finds himself, whereas it's on the beach or somewhere else, there seems to be some kind of nonsense afoot. Some...feline nonsense at that.

They're all congregating rudely around him and he is essentially helpless to their attacks (cuddles and piling around his feet.)

He practically glares at anyone who catches him in the midst of this. ]

What?

ii. displacement

[ Ghost kings do not get sick, not really. But it doesn't mean that coughing or sneezing is an impossibility for him.

It just so happens he had grabbed something spicy from a restaurant and for some reason found himself sneezing due to some kind of pepper and now he's in the middle of a lake. Soon enough, he's grumbling, extricating himself from the water. What a waste of food. ]

iii. uncharted waters

[ In addition to those, anyone is free to encounter someone who seems to, for all intents and purposes appear to look like He Xuan, and is essence definitely still him. Yet, his appearance clearly differs in subtle ways. His skin isn't so pale, and his ears are not so sharp and he appears a little lost. Feel free to run into him like this, though he will be scrutinizing most people, and there appears to be a sword at his hip, which his hand is hovering on the hilt of. ]

iv. wildcard

[ Self-explanatory...! Open to things that are also not necessarily the above. ]

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[archivists]

[ The pain doesn't make him back down when the hands rest on his shoulders, however he drops to his knees as a result, panting hard. As far as he's concerned, it might be difficult to breathe because of the blistering pain. When the words reach his ears, he needs to focus to understand every single one of them and join them in sentences. ]

It... it won't be useless... [ His voice is strained, but he's trying his best to give a proper answer anyway. ] If... someone is saved...

[esurientabyss]

All you people...talking about saving others and whatnot, when you can't even save yourselves.

[ He Xuan says wearily, while the other is in pain. Though even she isn't immune from it as the scalding heat finally reaches her robes, beginning to burn her too. But she doesn't flinch from the pain, no matter how horrid.

But here she can't call on her powers to put out the flame. Or heal him.

No matter how hard she might try to pull on the figures arms, it's useless. A parody of how He Xuan has been unable to save anyone, as always. ]

...You really shouldn't have been brought here.

[ Spoken quietly, before they're ensnared mercilessly in the flames, and Noé will find himself awake finally, in his own bed. At last, he is free from the nightmare, and free to do as he chooses. ]

[archivists]

[ It's early in the morning and he's woken up all sweaty after that nightmare. After making sure that he's somewhat presentable, Noé leaves his farmhouse and heads to He Xuan's place, knocking at the front door. It looks like he never gives up on his search for answers. ]

He Xuan, are you home? I dreamed of you!!

[ That is something you should tell a person first thing in the morning. ]

[esurientabyss]

[ ... Thankfully, He Xuan knows what he's talking about, so when he opens the door he doesn't seem weirded out. Though he has a feeling that Noé is the exact kind of person who has caused more than his fair share of misunderstandings. ]

You did.

[ He will step to the side to allow him in. ]

It was that nightmare, wasn't it? With the flames.

[archivists]

It was.

[ His voice is much softer when it becomes clear that He Xuan knows exactly what happened in the dream. Not to mention that he's surprised that the man is letting him in for some reason. It is very much appreciated that he does, though. ]

I want to know more.

[esurientabyss]

[ Just don't point it out that he is...otherwise He Xuan may just kick him out. ]

Oh?

[ He heads into the living-room. Noé is free to sit wherever he pleases. This might be the on the list of the few times he's received guests in his shared home, not that he has ever made for a pleasant host. ]

About the man that attacked? The voices?

[archivists]

The voices.

[ In all fairness, he wants to know everything, but for once in his life Noé finds a way to prioritize. He's definitely going to ask more questions along the way, though. ]

[esurientabyss]

[ One thing at a time, right? ]

...Those were people in my life.

And myself. One of them being that irritating person as well.

That person thought he knew me. But in the end, he didn't. He never even knew my real name, until it was too late.

[ He Xuan only wishes he did more where Shi Qingxuan was concerned. But even as he picks apart his own plans, his designs even now, he doesn't think he could've changed anything. Except ensuring that the spiritual power remained. If he had... ]

Every time I have that nightmare, that person is beside me. Not you.