Memories Awakened- A HuaLian one shot- TGCF

Memories Awakened One Shot

TW- There will be mentions of gore and suicide please caution yourself if needed.

With in slipping into the crowd, Xie Lian makes his way to Qiandeng Temple to organize his thoughts. A throbbing headache urges him to submit to the locked away memories that he didn't want to relive. Xie Lian arrives at Qiandeng Temple in a rush, opening the doors and sitting himself down to meditate, to continue making calligraphy that his beloved can practice. 

 Not long after beginning, the doors to the Temple are opened carefully, letting in lights from the bustling street in Ghost City. Xie Lian does not turn around, his mind in array. Hua Cheng lightly walks to him and sits down behind him, hands wrapped around Xie Lians waist. Xie Lian let out a puff of breath in relief to his touch- he was happy he was here, comforted. Hua Cheng tilted his head towards Xie Lians neck, kissing his hair gently. Xie Lian raised his hand towards Hua Chengs and leaned his head back onto him.

 "Gege, I apologize." Xie Lian shook his head, "There's no reason to, I can't run from the past, and you can't run away from completing your calligraphy." Hua Cheng chuckled lightly, "You caught me." Hua Cheng lifted his head and kissed Xie Lians cheek and tightened his arms around Xie Lian's waist. 

"Come, let's go to bed. I'm just sooo tired from taking care of 'Young Dianxia'." Hua Cheng pulled his head back and pulled a bit on Xie Lian too, sighing greatly. Xie Lian tapped Hua Chengs' thigh, "Says the man who made 'Young Dianxia' call him 'Sanlang-Gege'." Xie Lian smiled and looked back at the Hua Cheng who was smiling, proudness gleaming from his sharp, soft face. Xie Lian shook his head, still smiling, and pecked Hua Chengs' lips.

 "Come, let's go rest now."

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The two headed to the bathing chambers and then headed to their magnificent bed.

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The two had their fun, flirting, joking,  kissing, but, eventually they were finally tired and fell asleep with Xie Lian in Hua Chengs' chest.

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Fires.

People dying.

The citizens of Xian Le throwing themselves towards the death of the war.

The disease. The Human Face Disease. 

The citizens of Xian Le in that horrid mountain, cutting off their own legs, their own skin, cutting the string of their life away.

Screams.

Screams from everywhere.

He can't get away.

'Let me go.'

There is no where to go.

Hong-er

The pure, white flower.

The pressure of everyone- of his people, his family, his friends. Please stop this madness. Please, White-No-Face! The arguments, the crying, the despair. Mu Qing. The despair of abandonment. Friendship was supposed to last forever!  

He could feel the 100 swords, stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing. Over, and over, and over again. The blood that clogged his throat. The people screaming, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "I'm sorry! I have a baby!" "You missed the fatal spot!" Stabs. And stabs. And stabs. And stabs. All over again. The white cloth, tying him down in The Flower Crowned Martial Temple. The ghost fire, flaming in White-No-Faces hands. 

That shabby, run-down cottage. That fucking cottage.

Mother, Father, Feng Xin.

Arguments and abandonment, abandonment and arguments.