What is it about me? (FengQing)

Intrusive Thoughts

Over the last millennia, Mu Qing could never hate his crown prince. Although at times Xie Lian may have felt different. Mu Qing always felt bad for what he had to do, and the choices he made haunted him, there were no good options at that time, he just had to pick one path and live with it.

But that was his Crown Prince, his Dian Xia. When it came to Feng Xin, his relationship to Mu Qing wasn't just one of unlucky circumstance, of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. They were opposite in so many ways, yet the same in all the others. They didn't mesh, only collided off of each other, but that made each of them so strangely drawn to the other. Not that it ever brought any good. But that hurt... it was comfort, it was all they had known.

So while it might not have surprised him, it still annoyed Mu Qing when he heard the other southern god's voice call out from behind him, "Mu Qing! Did you hear?"

Mu Qing turned to face Feng Xin, the two stood right in the center of the Avenue of Divine Might. Mu Qing watched as Feng Xin jogged towards him, perfectly tailored robes flattering the other as he ran. "Hear what?"

"Dian Xia's honeymoon, he and Hua Cheng left two nights ago." Feng Xin said, finally catching up to Mu Qing, stopping a little to close to the other for someone panting to catch their breath.

"Yeah, I heard. What of it?" Mu Qing said, taking a step back from Feng Xin, the smell of sweat from running in the summer sun intoxicating.

"They're gonna be gone for two months or something like that. A long fucking time." The other staring bullets into Mu Qing's head, his big brown eyes making Mu Qing so conscious. Of the stray strand of hair he had to brush from his face, of the improperly tucked pleat in his robe he had to fix.

"Yeah... Hua Cheng's doing. Ghost sightings have already gone up with him gone even just two nights ago." Mu Qing said, trying not to stare directly at Feng Xin, trying not to let his intrusive thoughts make him look into those big brown eyes. To look at those broad shoulders.

"Yeah, it's kinda annoying, I never thought I'd miss Hua Cheng, or want him to come back, but these ghosts are getting irritating. Why couldn't Dian Xia set up a decoy before they went or something!" Feng Xin said with a smile and a small laugh.

"It's not his fault you can't handle the ghosts," Mu Qing said, "Dian Xia isn't to blame for your shortcomings!"

"That's not what I was saying Mu Qing..." Feng Xin said, clearly holding back from insulting the other.

"What were you saying? Because it sounded like you were mad Dian Xia is happy now, still stuck on that boyish crush?" Mu Qing said, a proud smirk on his face. Something about riling Feng Xin up was so addictive. It was something to keep the other near him.

"Mu- What is it with you?!" Feng Xin said, his voice rising as the two drew the eyes of the other gods walking the avenue. "I say anything and it's a problem? What is it with that huh?! And what are you on about with this, 'boyish crush' on Xie Lian?! It was never him!"

"What then? Why are you making a fuss out of Dian Xia's honeymoon? Be happy for him even if he is with the devil!!" Mu Qing yelled back, hearing but not really comprehending anything Feng Xin said. Not realizing what it all meant.

"I am- What the fuck are you making this a big deal for? I was just saying meaningless things, just- trying to fucking talk!" Feng Xin yelled back, a mix of confusion, and tired understanding phasing his face.

"What are you coming up to me for? Only ever to make some issue with me! To insult or complain!" Mu Qing yelled back. Sad as it was to admit, that was the only reason Feng Xin ever spoke to him, those were the only things they ever talked about. From their childhood, to their gold hood, butting heads was their only form of communication. From young days working under Xie Lian as teenagers, to being gods, centuries old. Not a thing changed but their age.