A Blade and an Arrow

Drunken State

Feng Xin was already suffering from a terrible, unbearable headache. From having to answer a load of prayers at once, dealing with his papers and scrolls and having to talk and hear shitty gossips in the public communication array that he wasn't even sure why he still keeps listening to when it was already known he wasn't interested.

He was starting to think his immortal body was purposely tormenting him.

That headache increased tenfold, making his vision a little bit blurry and his steps wavering once he hears loud banging from his wooden, large doors. Muttering incoherent words to himself about why he was pacing back and forth mindlessly and not just sit in his study chambers, he shoves the doors open, ready to slap whoever was on the other side and yell at them to fuck off.

The words died in his throat, however. Staring at glistening onyx eyes, rims red and puffy, cheeks flushed and stained with dried tears. Hair disheveled from its usually neat ponytail, small hair-crown crooked in a somewhat messy way.

He blinked, the latter blinked back.

"I'm heartbroken. Move." Mu Qing deadpans, shoving pass Feng Xin despite having an incredibly wide space on the side.

Feng Xin didn't even have time to think or register what the actual fuck was happening when Mu Qing hastily removes his armours and outer layer, carelessly dropping them on the golden floor and makes a beeline towards the hallways. Taking a confused deep breath, he shuts the doors closed and picked up the outer robes, kicking the armour to the side and immediately following the man. "Oi. Mu Qing, what the hell. It's the middle of the night, what-"

"I'm heartbroken." He repeats as if that explains everything. Mu Qing turns around, then jabs at the latter's unarmoured chest with weakened force. "I'm heartbroken." He huffed.

Heartbroken, Feng Xin's throbbing head finally processed. He furrows his eyebrows, stepping back to force a cold distance between them. "Heartbroken, you liked someone?"

"I love someone." Mu Qing corrects in a matter-of-fact tone, turning around and resuming his adventure through the halls in a leisure space.

Of course drunk Mu Qing would be extremely, and brutally honest with his words that not even sober Feng Xin could be. Pliant and uncaring with both his actions and whatever spews from his pretty mouth.

But he loved someone. Love someone. And that someone must've been such a piece of shit that an aloof and esteemed General of the Southwest got horribly drunk - and probably even ruined his centuries of cultivation - and decided to knock onto his co-southern god friend.

Feng Xin rubs his chest with a frown, now having two of his body parts ache uncomfortably and sighed. He slowly followed the man, only quickening his steps when he realizes he's about to hit a dead end, and his steps did not waver. "Mu Qing, watch where you're going." He scolds, grabbing his arm with his own that didn't hold said god's outer robes.

Mu Qing blinked, then looked down at the hand, pulling his own away as if burnt. He glances at the archer with a blank look before he turns to the side and enters another hallway without a word as Feng Xin was forced to follow, swallowing the throbbing in his head and the shattering of his own heart.

Huh, I guess we're both heartbroken now, he thinks. One heartbroken because of a person he didn't know about and the other because of the former. He wasn't even aware Mu Qing fancied someone until now, unaware that Mu Qing was inlove until he came trespassing into his palace declaring his heart had been broken.

With a sigh, "Mu Qing, why are you here?" He asks, watching as the silverette mindlessly opened doors after doors.

"I'm heartbroken."