Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

Royal AU Pt 2

Wei Ying hums softly as he carefully stirs the stew he was making, simple vegetables and herbs. He lets it simmer as he checks the small clay oven, making sure the bread does not burn. He turns away from the small stove and over only when he is sure everything is fine, he turns to check on his unexpected house guest. The tall man was still in limbo between the poison induced fever dreams and waking. Wen Qing had done a wonderful job, but it was only a matter of time. Wringing out the small cloth he left soaking in the cold water to gently wipe sweat from a pale face. He startles however when a hand snatches his wrist and he is met with eyes of the purest gold.

"Finally awake, Gege?" He asks, calmly. "Feeling achy? Nausea?"

The hand slowly lets go and falls down onto his chest as Wei Ying blinks and cocks his head to the side. They only stare at each other for a moment longer before Wei Ying gently wipes the sweat away and then grabs a clay cup and dips it into the large pot of drinking water he keeps on hand. Carefully helping the white clad young man sit up, he helps him drink some water.

"Sip slowly... the doctor said you would feel very thirsty due to the poison. You will also feel very weak because it was mixed with a very strong paralytic agent. If you want, I can feed you some vegetable broth I am making." Wei Ying says, refilling the cup two more times before the young man makes a soft sound that he had enough for now.

"Where?"

"My home. It was a bit of traveling, but at least you will be safe from another kidnapping or assassination attempt in this particular forest." Wei Ying smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring manner for the young man. He couldn't be more than a few years older than himself if not the same age.

Wei Ying helps get him in a half reclined position before turning to the food and pulling the fresh loaf of bread free of the oven and letting it sit and cool as he finishes up the stew, he's stopped eating meat due to his early life in these trees, but no one has to know that. He ladles out a couple of bowls and grabs the spoons before he makes his way over. He sets one bowl down and begins to help the young man eat when the first attempt to let him feed himself nearly spilt the soup on his front.

"Aiya... can't have you burning yourself... Here, let me feed you."

"Yours will get cold." The young man says.

"It won't be that cold and it's not the first time I've had a cold meal either. Now then open up." Wei Ying orders softly.

It is quiet, something he's grown use to, but when he would leave and eat in towns or in near by villages, he got to enjoy talking to others. However the young man before him was eating with a grace and the odd glare he sent when Wei Ying opened his mouth to speak that spoke of some kind of rule that he grew up with. So Wei Ying took this time to study the handsome face. He had deep gold eyes with a long fine nose. His lips were a pale pink and thin, but not unattractively so. his cheekbones were defined and his skin was so pale it was like pure white jade and unblemished in anyway. Wei Ying knew such a handsome young man would have an army of admirers falling at his feet, begging to be the lucky one to claim him as their husband. Silver eyes blink when the other gently pushes his hands away and he realizes the bowl is empty.

"Is that enough or would you like some more?" He asks.

Wei Ying hopes that the young man is full because he was hoping to make the pot last a few days yet. Fresh food was impossible out here in the Burial Mounds, but he made due with what he could and when he really needed it he went into town to predict a few futures and sell some of his wares to make enough coin to buy food to last a week or two. He was somewhat infamous, the Witch of Yiling. No one has seen him and those who have do not speak of what they know. Wei Ying shakes his head, no need to go down that road right now. He turns to see his guest has declined seconds and nods, secretly relieved. He sets the used bowl in his washing bucket and grabs his own soup and begins to eat. It is a bit bland, but chili oil is expensive in this area and he's been a bit too busy with the sudden surge in Undead to make a trip out to Yunmeng. He is about halfway through his bowl when suddenly an unearthly scream echoes around them and he sighs. His guest, jolts, hissing when he aggrivates his wound and the sudden action drains what little strength he had gained.

"Gege, don't move!" Wei Ying scolds, gently pushing him back down, just as another scream, closer this time, sounds. "Oh bother!! Why can they not do this when I'm not eating or sleeping?" He complains as he stands up and grabs a black flute and some talismans before he walks over to the door and just hovering outside of it is a fierce corpse, it goes to shriek a third time, but suddenly stills and backs away in fright.

This is a strange sight for the young man on the bed, not knowing what to make of this sudden development, even as he weakly reaches for his sword that is just a few feet from the bed.

"What is it? Why are you bothering me?" Wei Ying demands and the corpse croaks and groans. "What do you mean there are a group of people at the edge? A Mob?"

It is a strange sight for Lan Zhan, who was not sure what to make of his host upon his waking. The mortal was kind and gentle, a bit talkative, but otherwise he's not done anything to make Lan Zhan distrust him. However seeing him talking to a Fierce Corpse was startling. He watched as the young human left, closing the door and feels wards sealing the hut, clearly keeping Lan Zhan safe while vulnerable. However the young Prince was not comforted. He felt trapped and until his body was back under his full power, he had no real choice but to remain prone. He gave up trying to grab Bichen at his point, but he would request that she be moved closer to him. A bit of frost leaves his nose as he exhales in a not sigh, waiting...

Wei Ying followed the corpse towards where the trouble was and sure enough there was an angry mob. As soon as they saw him, they were yelling and demanding he turn himself in. He merely rolls his eyes as he leans back on a thick black tree.

"Why are you bothering me?" He asks boredly. "I warned you about the storm and the flood and how many lives would be lost, but you ignored me and threw me out of town. now that several people have either died or been displaced, you are here to harass me?"

"Witch!! You did this to us!! Bring my son back!!" screams mother, clearly older, so her son had to be an adult already.

"Why would I do that? And even then, he would be a Fierce Corpse, not something you want to claim as family..." He snorts as she gives a loud wail of anger and sorrow.

"Get him!!" Someone yells and Wei Ying sighs, pushing off the tree and walking further into the trees.

"Come get me, if you dare... if not, go away. I told you if you ignored my warning, I would not waste my time with you again... now leave before I left the monsters attack you. It is only because I am here they have not... however as soon as I am far enough, they will... this is your final warning..." He tells them as he keeps walking.

When it sounds like they are coming after him, he shakes his head sadly and brings his flute up to his lips and begins playing a dark, eerie lullaby and soon the screams of the mob resound and just as quickly die off, the resentful energy being absorbed into the Seal he created to help him control the level of Resentful Energy filled an area as well as control an army of the undead. He takes the time to learn of the souls stories and how and why they died and tries to bring them peace so they can finally move on to rebirth. Those who refuse to leave or have become demons remain and recognize him as their master and often fight for him when summoned. The new souls will feed some of his older Demons. They would not take kindly to these people blaming him for something they brought upon themselves. If they had not built the dam where they did and had not angered the Water spirits to create a terrible rain storm, the river would not have overfilled an broken the cheaply made dam and flooded their village. He had warned them, but they chose not to listen and their hubris cost them more than their homes. He warned them again to not follow and to just leave, but they didn't listen.

'I am a Witch, I should not care and yet I still do... stupid fools should have listened...' He sighs and unseals his house and blinks seeing his guest, a bit of ice circling his bed. 'This will be interesting...'