A Blade and an Arrow

Claiming

n. FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE FAILED IN GIVING YOU MORE FOOD FOR FQಥ‿ಥ im trying my best, really. but with how there's so many shit going on with my life rn, i dont think i can write well.

i shall offer, omega feng xin and alpha mu qing (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

warning: mild cockwarming, but a bit vague. not really focused on, not detailed. just used for relief of pain. like, u can just imagine it not being there and just feng xin sitting on mu qing's lap kind of.

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Feng Xin is giving Mu Qing a silent treatment. The cold shoulder.

And Mu Qing doesn't exactly know why.

He had noticed it not long after having a cup of tea and called the little omega through the distance shortening array only to recieve no answer even after an hour. He'll be aware; Feng Xin always answers within a minute or two, and if he cannot, he'll send a subordinate to answer for him.

All inside an hour.

There's not much really to do. Mu Qing had back stepped so many times in their interactions if he had said or done something wrong enough to recieve such treatment, and it always results into none. Even if it's a back handed insult that he meant as a joke, a gesture the other would've found offending, an action the other could've been hurt by, none.

He had approached him at least three times by now. First was whilst in a meeting, second casually strolling around the realms, and third directly going to his palace. All three fell in vain as Feng Xin did not even offer a glance nor speak. His lips kept sealed shut and golden, pretty eyes always looking around but him. That made the alpha in him infuriated and frustrated. It made his heart sad, but that, he will never admit out loud.

It was the fourth day of such silence. It was the fourth day Mu Qing had ever felt so annoyed by everything that the Xuan Zhen's Palace has become such a work filled place. Hazardous papers flying everywhere, scrolls from Ling Wen even becoming impossible to find because of how unorganized it became, dust collecting everywhere, when the god owning it was renowned to be the most cleanest and organized man out of the heavens.

It was a result of confused rage. And with no one deserving of recieving it, Xuan Zhen could only do so much.

Mu Qing struts away from the heavenly hall. His boredom of the meeting becoming worry and even more anger when the one god he had wanted to see did not enter. He had already planned what he would say, only for it to be useless in the end. It was the first time again he had created a script for his words ever since the night of their confession, and he had forgotten how difficult it could be when he isn't really sure how the conversation could exactly result into.

He brushes a hand through his hair. Face etched into a scowl, and if people didn't know any better, they would've thought that this time, it was permanent. Glaring his way through the crowd, one lone god did not seem to be perturbed by such gaze. In fact, he smiled gently and Mu Qing scowled deeper.

"He came to me... again."

"And?" Mu Qing asks impatiently, crossing his arms just to have an excuse not to unsheath his zhanmadao and rip the heavens in half out of sheer spite. "What did he say? Did he say anything about me?"

The bitter and sour scent emitting from the silver alpha was probably what made Xie Lian sigh deeply. "No. He just seemed even more distant. Even more, I don't know? Lost? He wasn't himself. There's clearly something bothering him."