A Blade and an Arrow

My Little Dove

n. 2022 has been an incredibly shitty af year and we're not even half way there yet.

so, i am presenting you...

✨this work✨

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Mu Qing doesn't even has time to step into the gates of heaven before he's getting tackled onto the ground. Almost falling down the clouds as he balances himself by using his saber as an anchor, embedding it deep beneath as the air gets punched out of his lungs in a mere second.

"ImissyouImissyouImissyou-" Feng Xin repeats all over and over again, hugging him tightly as though he would never see him again and Mu Qing couldn't help but laugh. "You - you don't let me accompany you, and I hate it and I miss you. Goodness, I miss you-"

"It's just been three days, A'Xin." The silverette chides softly, coiling his free hand around his waist as he hugs him back. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your own mission?"

The archer pulls apart with a frown. Frowning deeply as he glares at the silverette. "You had only come back, and now you're asking me to leave? Do you not miss me? Do you not love me anymore?"

"Ai." Mu Qing pulls his saber off, sheathing it as he wipes the blood on his cheek with the back of his hand. "I didn't say you should leave. I didn't say I don't love you anymore." He starts to walk towards the civil goddess's palace to report his mission. "You have a big mission later, yes? It's best if you get ready."

"I wish you could come with me." Feng Xin mumbles sadly, trailing beside him like a lost puppy that wasn't able to be given belly rubs. Mu Qing finds it adorable that he's like this when he's sad.

Although voicing that out would just make him look like he wants Feng Xin to be sad all the time.

"If I'm able to report everything by the time you need to go..." He doesn't elaborate any further, nor does he need more words as Feng Xin's eyes brightens with hope. That if he had ears of a dog and a tail, it would've been flickering up and wagging furiously as Mu Qing gets pulled even faster towards the palace enthusiastically. "There's still time - slow down."

"You talk slow, sometimes." Feng Xin protests, his pace fastening as they barely dodge the gods they pass but in the street. "And your mission reports tend to be long as fuck."

"Still." Mu Qing sighs. "There's no u-"

"We're here!" The archer exclaims happily, pushing the silverette inside the palace with more force than necessary. "Quick! Quick! Report your mission!"

"You sound like a child." Mu Qing chuckles quietly, striding towards the table where the goddess sat and clears his throat. "Xuan Zhen JiangJun, coming back from a three days mission in the northen area of southwest. Here to report the occurence."

Ling Wen, with heavy bags under her eyes that seemed to have never left, nods politely at the martial god before pulling out a brush and an empty script.

Mu Qing glances behind him where the archer stood impatiently by the entrance.

Then returns his focus infront, ready to speak.

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"We should ask the people first if they saw any sights of the ghost." Feng Xin, disguised as Nan Feng, spoke. Tugging at Fu Yao's hand inside the village where he heard the prayers of a lurking ghost.