[there's several attempted calls, before dan feng scrambles out of the scant nest of blankets and pillows and clothing he'd made in his room.
his balance issues have vanished in the morning, but the tightly bandaged tail he'd manifested for aphelios still could not be dissipated- he'd probably need to solve the hunger thing but he's been busy with soaking in jing yuan's attention to care.
he remembers, extremely belatedly, stumbling to lock the front door, that since his usual clothing was out drying from all the blood, and he refuses to wear whatever absurd excuses for clothing that were left to him by shadowpeaks- he is wearing the robes of his long-former office, a prize from the very first game here he'd died in.
his hair is unbound, his earrings nowhere in sight. the bandages are streaked with the rust brown of dried blood. he looks like he hasn't slept in ten thousand years. he absolutely cannot let jing yuan see him like this.]
[And he's gotten Jing Yuan quite irritated, so he just shoves the door open further. He's still wearing the mwm outfit but that's not important right now. He is CONCERNED... and also, he'll feel a lot safer around Dan Feng if he keeps himself in the aggressive position.]
[excuse me??? you're only a few centuries younger??
dan feng is not looking at his face. he is looking at the swathe of skin visible down jing yuan's side, down to the cut of his hip. his fangs ache; he wants.]
Huh? [he blinks himself back to the conversation.] Er. Nothing happened. [good job being convincing.] Can you keep it down?
[Jing Yuan ignores Dan Feng's hungry gaze the same way he's ignoring how much he looks like the old Dan Feng in that outfit -- poorly. Both of these things make his stomach turn and his heart ache, and he shivers visibly for a moment before he reins it all in.]
I can lower my voice, but I won't listen to your nonsense. Let me take care of you a little, you old fool.
[If Dan Feng can scold him for not respecting Yingxing as his senior, Jing Yuan can call Dan Feng old.]
[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
[there's no other way to describe it: dan feng's entire countenance turns shifty, ears pinning back, and his shoulders round, curling up into himself.]
My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
[there is a suspicious lack of drinkware in the kitchen, but dan feng manages to make tea with scavenged lipton bags, and start to steep them in a red solo cup and a vaguely barney shaped mug - if barney was exposed to nuclear radiation.]
This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
[he is not looking back up or answering until he's undone one of jing yuan's boots completely because if he looks up he is directly face level with his crotch and dan feng really was the king of bad choices wasn't he.
he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
[the last time he was this close to jing yuan there was a not insignificant amount of violence and he could feel it and the urge to bite and the urge to make him cry and the urge to make him scream and the urge to fuck every single brain cell out of his ears for the first time and
okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
[He flinches when Dan Feng hurts himself that way, but doesn't stop him. He lets him walk away, taking a moment to kick the boots off the rest of the way. Then he just leans in the doorway to watch him.
It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
[he finds a fresh roll of gauze, and quickly wraps it twice around his head. it's not enough to block his vision completely, but he is not blinding himself around someone who wears the face of his favorite murderer.]
Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
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his balance issues have vanished in the morning, but the tightly bandaged tail he'd manifested for aphelios still could not be dissipated- he'd probably need to solve the hunger thing but he's been busy with soaking in jing yuan's attention to care.
he remembers, extremely belatedly, stumbling to lock the front door, that since his usual clothing was out drying from all the blood, and he refuses to wear whatever absurd excuses for clothing that were left to him by shadowpeaks- he is wearing the robes of his long-former office, a prize from the very first game here he'd died in.
his hair is unbound, his earrings nowhere in sight. the bandages are streaked with the rust brown of dried blood. he looks like he hasn't slept in ten thousand years. he absolutely cannot let jing yuan see him like this.]
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Leave!
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[He's using his most Authoritative Military Leader tone here.]
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I-
[if he draws the attention of the rest of the house, he knows himself too well- the chance that he would escalate would rise exponentially.
the lock tumbles loudly and the door cracks open. dan feng stays out of sight, hiding behind the door like a hatchling.]
As you can see- hear- I am fine, General.
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[And he's gotten Jing Yuan quite irritated, so he just shoves the door open further. He's still wearing the mwm outfit but that's not important right now. He is CONCERNED... and also, he'll feel a lot safer around Dan Feng if he keeps himself in the aggressive position.]
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fine. fine. this absurd tenacity from his cute yuan'er dan feng knew how to deal with.
he opens the door all the way, bracing himself for violence- and he stops short, staring at - what is jing yuan wearing?]
Why are you dressed like a harlot?
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It's what was provided when we arrived. What happened to you? You're a mess!
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dan feng is not looking at his face. he is looking at the swathe of skin visible down jing yuan's side, down to the cut of his hip. his fangs ache; he wants.]
Huh? [he blinks himself back to the conversation.] Er. Nothing happened. [good job being convincing.] Can you keep it down?
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I can lower my voice, but I won't listen to your nonsense. Let me take care of you a little, you old fool.
[If Dan Feng can scold him for not respecting Yingxing as his senior, Jing Yuan can call Dan Feng old.]
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[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
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He resists. Mainly because he has a better sense of decorum than that but also because he is very much looking at the extra mangled tail.]
Yes, thank you. How did you get hurt?
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My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
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Alright. Lead the way, then.
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This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
Shoes off before you come in.
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He just. Pauses at the door and looks down at his thigh-high boots and his still-busted arm...]
...Do I have to?
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and then he gracefully goes down to his knees to start unlacing his boots.]
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help how is he supposed to just stand here and look down at Dan Feng and not DIE?????]
...Thank you...?
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he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
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R-Right... hmm.
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okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
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[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
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jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
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It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
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Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
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