Something Stupid // Xingyun (BxB)

By Saying Something Stupid (1/2)

 In my younger years as a doe-eyed adolescent, my father gave me a piece of advice that infested itself in me like the worms currently in his coffin. The words would tear away at me, picking my mind apart until the barebones of my consciousness remained. In his lantern-illuminated office his desk faced away from the door I still remember the tall and sturdy man only aged into his late 40s turning to me as the responsible child "You are no better than a hydro slime."

This statement hurt at the time however, I understood what he meant. His statement humbled me as my family was always related to the Feiyun Commerce. Despite our long history of having money, I am no better than a beggar on the street. As I left his office I wondered if he told my older brother the same thing at my age if Father did...my brother didn't listen.

At the tender age of fourteen I was homeschooled beyond my needs, Mother would hire the best tutors from all of Teyvat even letting me spend a Summer in Sumeru near the Institute. My father doing business alongside my incompetent brother showing him the ropes, in the meantime a poor college student was dumped into teaching me about various subjects whether it piqued my interest or not.

During one of these meetings, I was stuck with a young-looking man no older than 20, blonde, and always bustling about with a suitcase. He established upon me a question, what does it mean to be an individual? As a child then the question struck me in an endless loop of what-ifs. My only experience of broadening my mind included reading stories of knights who would save princesses and the chivalrous laws they upheld their standards by. At that moment I realized there was more to life than having my face shoved in a book.

I came back that Summer on a mission to broaden my horizons, I had the mental strength but my physical strength heavily lacking. I pleaded with my mother despite her hesitation to allow me to participate in a martial arts class. My father gladly supported me, having a sound mind and body is to truly be a peace he believed. It was like pulling teeth with my Mother unfortunately I was the youngest of the family she couldn't fathom the thought of her baby participating in violence especially since she attempted to raise me gently. Promising I would treat my mind as I do my body with care she allowed me to attend the class.

That following August I joined the martial arts class, every day like clockwork I walked from my family manor to a small studio outside of the inner city of Liyue Harbor. The sickening Summer heat hung through the air blazing without a care, its close friend humidity was brandished a like heavy coat. By happenstance walking toward the Harbor after class, I find a boy around my caliber slumped against a tree seemingly passed out. Concerned I stooped closely to the boy confused at the situation but seeing he needed dire help, pulling out a hand fan I swat air at the boy until he cooled down. The sun was near setting when he came to his wits again. The cool-toned boy looked around trying to remember where he stumbled from when his condition overtook him, quickly breaking his focus he looked down at my knee. Albeit they were already agitated from class however in the act of helping this boy I seemed to scrape my knee. He pointed it out holding a shaking finger in at my scrape, not thinking of my choice of words I said "I must have scraped it falling for you."

At first, being oblivious to the situation and not experienced in speaking to people outside of the guise of business I didn't realize how my words sounded. This led to a very confusing conversation.

The Boy: "Oh, I'm not..."

I the incredulous fool I am, crouched confused in front of the boy: "But you've fallen, if I had a better guess I'd say you were from Celestia." I say that trying to jest but my words are taken in a different context.

The boy flushed at my words, unable to process the situation and most likely overwhelmed he gave his thanks and quickly escaped the awkward encounter. I walked home confused about his actions, why was he so jittery and flushed? After ponding at my beyond-messy desk I finally realize the context of the situation and how my words may have sounded. I am utterly embarrassed, I spoiled the situation by saying something stupid.

Authors Note: 
Hello this is my first story situation, this is planned to be a two-shot. Theres going to be a lot more Chongyun next chapter, I felt like I needed to establish Xingqiu's character before I got to that point of the story. My writing style is heavily inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald so if it seems familiar that's why. Let me know what you think, I think I might make writing a little hobbie if I ever feel creative.