[ he just. sighs, after a moment, leaning a hand on the doorframe. i hope marius is not here because xie lian will not talk loudly, if that is the case. either way, he watches qi rong from where he's standing, expression just sort of tired. ]
...I wish you would just tell me anything. [ :T ] Mother isn't here, and neither are Feng Xin and Mu Qing. Didn't you say you had a son?
[me, crying in "someone please change the subject i don't want to think about qi rong fucking". except the "don't be crass" means he's going to stay on this topic just to make xie lian uncomfortable.]
[ thanks for telling him how many powerful ghosts there are now! he's narrowing in on that part and not any of qi rong's bragging that's probably untrue. ]
There's that white-clothed Bai Wuxiang fucker, no one's heard from him in hundreds of years, hahaha, his ashes have probably already been scattered by now! And there's that low-profile Black Water Sinking Ships, he always keeps himself hidden because he's fucking scared of getting destroyed.
But the worst of them all is Crimson Rain Sought Flower, tch, a true failure of a ghost if I ever saw one! Constantly trying to seduce a god, hahaha, he'll never even look his fucking way! Fucking pathetic!
[he can't stop laughing because xie lian doesn't know that god is him.]
xie lian takes a breath - and for the first time in a while, he feels a little tension roll off of his shoulders. good. good. perhaps - maybe, yong'an was able to keep the refugees of xian le safe. maybe, they were able to rebuild, to find home and safety and happiness.
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no. he is very serene. ] I told you several times not to kick the doors.
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[im sorry]
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Maybe in an emergency! And even then. [ no that's feng xin's thing ] That's entirely different.
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[just kill him now sisi do everyone a favor]
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I don't have any interest in arguing with you.
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[
he finally gets up from the floor.]
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Because you keep picking fights. There's no reason to be so aggressive - had you not been so aggressive with the door, you might not have fallen.
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[he's going to flop on the bed
is marius here? idk. probably. rest in pieces, marius.]
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...I wish you would just tell me anything. [ :T ] Mother isn't here, and neither are Feng Xin and Mu Qing. Didn't you say you had a son?
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[bruh]
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You... didn't steal him, did you?
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[
(looks at canon)]
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just makes this face ]
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throws a pillow at him]
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I just wasn't sure how you would have obtained a child!
[ cause the last time you grabbed a child that he remembers you dragged it behind a cart in a gunny sack! ]
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[
bruh!! that's not even true he just doesn't want to admit that he did, in fact, steal guzi by stealing his father's life.]
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Don't be crass. [ anyway ] You're a ghost, anyway.
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And you think that would stop me?
[me, crying in "someone please change the subject i don't want to think about qi rong fucking". except the "don't be crass" means he's going to stay on this topic just to make xie lian uncomfortable.]
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[ don't just anyway qi rong ]
What level of ghost are you?
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There are four? What are they?
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There's that white-clothed Bai Wuxiang fucker, no one's heard from him in hundreds of years, hahaha, his ashes have probably already been scattered by now! And there's that low-profile Black Water Sinking Ships, he always keeps himself hidden because he's fucking scared of getting destroyed.
But the worst of them all is Crimson Rain Sought Flower, tch, a true failure of a ghost if I ever saw one! Constantly trying to seduce a god, hahaha, he'll never even look his fucking way! Fucking pathetic!
[he can't stop laughing because xie lian doesn't know that god is him.]
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The Bai Wuxiang is gone?
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he's just going to keep cackling and burrow under his blankets.]
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xie lian takes a breath - and for the first time in a while, he feels a little tension roll off of his shoulders. good. good. perhaps - maybe, yong'an was able to keep the refugees of xian le safe. maybe, they were able to rebuild, to find home and safety and happiness.
he takes a step back to the door. ]
... Good night, Qi Rong.
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