ice vulnerability // shuangshui

three

semi-peace was the only proper way to name it. for most of the time they successfully ignored each other’s existence. other rare times when such a solution was impossible, they chose silence and glares. and if that also was no longer available, they would bully each other in the silliest of ways. courtesy of he xuan, shi wudu was now never leaving the house with his first-aid hair accessories, and would bug shi qingxuan with dubled force to straighten his hair in the morning. he didn’t want to listen to any “it will be damaged” bullshit because shi wudu would rather shave his whole head than ever feel the curls again.

semi-peace out of no better option, because their existence had to collide and permeate one another whether one liked to live with this knowledge or not.

semi-peace.

it all sounded like a good joke and was one. if someone (like hua cheng) asked he xuan what his intentions were, he xuan would blast a brick in their face and refuse to speak (literally, no exaggeration.) but just because he xuan didn’t tell it to a single soul doesn’t mean he xuan wasn’t often thinking about his post-life choices and sneering at himself.

he just didn’t like the way things were according to that stupid red string he saw and couldn’t forget. it was the only reason why he was a mess, and the only thing he couldn’t devour and eradicate. but to clear things, he xuan did not AGREE to the conditions posed by the stupid string, hell no. he wanted to deny it and he was doing fairly well, except it was like an unkillable mosquito that would suck at your blood when you least expected, and he xuan was never prepared.

that one time shi qingxuan managed to drag him to that little house he still lived in
(he said heaven’s nice and all but he hated to hear fengqing yelling at each other twice a day, six hours for session. asked about what the fuck ‘fengqing’ was, shi qingxuan refused to answer) and they walked on shi wudu and pei ming aggressively… digging a ditch.

“i would’ve expected at least better from a martial twink like you.”

“do it yourself then.”

“absolutely cannot.”

“why?”

“can’t you see i’m disabled?”

and he deadass detached his own arm, and pei ming lost his shit, and shi qingxuan muttered something about a sewing kit, and he xuan was feeling wronged, “do you really find it beneficial?”

“as you can tell.”

“remind me to next time burn your goddamn ashes.”

“you really fucked up once and that’s the consequences.”

and then there were times he’d catch the two brothers strolling together. shi qingxuan was feeling uneasy about using his former fan (shi wudu didn’t try to force his out of he xuan’s possession) so he was looking around for something else, but he didn’t feel inspired enough. shi wudu bravely assisted him through the isles and isles of vendor’s carts, voicing out his opinion when demanded and slacking off at work when qingxuan wasn’t looking. eventually wind master seemed to have spotted something interesting and hopped out of sight. shi wudu leaned against the tree, and almost fell backwards when he saw who was sitting under it.

“holy shit.”

“thank you i think.”

he xuan was casually reading a book in the shadow, snacking on some sunflower seeds. he rose his eyebrows at the startled man above him, and shi wudu sent him a disdainful look.

“out of all places in the world you had to choose this tree?”

“i could ask you the same why of all the towns in the whole vast world you’re stupid enough to walk into fu gu.”