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*  @evilring    well, they told you to not go overboard.   [ a pause is briefly taken, offering zhi chuan a-matter-of-fact one over. it wasn’t like shan yue missed the soreness, or aching bones after his first fight with the other. however, he was one of the most formidable, including everyone else in the group. ]   where do you want to do it then?

well,  you're able to somehow control it before which i can admit is..  a progress. ⠀❲it could be an opportunity to see his true potential.  zhichuan would be lying to himself if he wasn't the tiniest bit interested of what he can do to an extent.❳ ⠀we shouldn't do it here,  though.  i think most of them would be opposed by that if they knew.

*  @elexecuted   i do, but i’ve been practicing. i’m sure i can beat  —or, maybe land a scratch on you.  [ a nervous laugh escapes, perhaps shan-yue was overestimating how much training he had underwent the past week. however, he was much more confident than he was before. ]

it's fine. ⠀❲hand raised,  the gesture meant to assure him of the abrupt clamor.  zhichuan had been awake,  so it wasn't exactly an issue──if anything it jostled him out of concern.❳ ⠀you know how i can't sleep that long,  i happened to have woken up beforehand.（...）how are you feeling?

*  @elexecuted    [ initially, shan-yue hesitates to answer. a deep blue settling on the looming figure at his bedside. it isn’t until the cold air that settles in his skin does he recognize the sweat that briefly tinged porcelain flesh. ]    yes  ..did i accidentally wake you up? 

^_^    —  you’re also sort of bad of this   (haha!)   sorry..

*  @elexecuted    i know that as well.   [  everyone’s been more than accommodating,  but why wouodn’t they be?  everyone beside shan yue must have known the weight that he carried.  however,  it doesn’t lessen the ache that grows when he feels like he might have disappointed them all in some way.  ]    i’m hardly worthy to be called the child of god,  but i’m doing everything that i can so that one day you all can see me differently one day.    [  another pause,  eyes lingering on the hand much longer than he might have tried to.  ]    i’m also scared of disappointing her.  i’ve always seen her in my dream,  yet i never said hello.  even now,  i know she’s reaching out to me and i still can’t figure out how to free her.    [  his own hand rises,  settling delicately  (hesitantly)  on zhi chuan’s digits.  the boy having no choice but to feel comforted by the other  /again/.  ]

❲what pitiful circumstances..  he understood the struggle to comprehend such a promise even carried out by their parents.  reminded him of his youthful years  ..  the pressure,  the purpose.  yet being the child of god—that meant the entirety of the world's fate,  shall rest upon h̲i̲s̲ shoulders.  eyes squint,  and liǔ zhī chuān appears bothered by the comment shān yuè's thrown to himself.❳ ⠀no one thinks of you that way. ⠀❲at first,  a hand outstretched.  hesitant,  it paused midway,  later stiffly patting the smaller's head..  almost in a comically robotic movement.  zhī chuān was never good with comforting,  though he tried..  regardless.❳ ⠀that's why we're here,  aren't we?  to help you through it.

*  @elexecuted    not just intuition, it was a little more than that.    [  shanyue chooses to admit,  but it doesn’t negate the fact that he put his life in danger by going off on his own.  perhaps he was much too impatient than he should be,  not when he’s much weaker than the rest of them currently.  he should’ve stuck closer to the lightning user,  ]    they’ll come back again.  don’t go chasing them,  we don’t need you blowing out the lights again.

mere intuition.（...）i was searching with the rest.  then,  we decided it'd be best to take different routes seeing the numerous damage to our surroundings.  ⠀❲  kept in his arms,  zhichuan shifts the smaller male and offers more distance──this time,  his arm wraps around his waist to keep him steady and close.  perhaps he'd gotten a little too close to shan yue,  it may have caused some..  discomfort.  ❳  ⠀the enemy fled again..  tsk, tedious.

*  @elexecuted    i just—    [  but the explanation dies out in his throat,  because he’s aware that whatever could have happened today would’ve been on him.  however,  there was no way for shan—yue to admit that when he didn’t particularly feel as though he was exactly in the wrong either.  ]    i thought i saw someone.    [  he swallows thickly,  a poor excuse to an even poorer truth.  the child of god tugs at his sleeves,  and his pale blue irises fall back into a typical darker shade that resembles the expanse of the deep sea.  ]    i’m sorry,  zhi chuan.  thank you for finding me.    [  and he notices how truly shaken the power was.  from the way his expression was to the tremble in his fingertips on shan—yue’s biceps.  ]    how did you manage to find me?  i really thought i was a goner there.    [  it wasn’t a good joke,  but he still offers a smile nevertheless.  ]

i'm responsible for you.  obviously,  i need to take care of you.  ⠀❲  zhichuan's expressions really was a dead giveaway to his own feelings.  visibly upset with the furrow of lines,  a tongue clicks.  ❳ ⠀ that's my job. ⠀ ❲  right,  the obvious is stated.  must he drill it to his pink head that he i̲s̲ one of his guardians?  ❳ ⠀.. you are right about that though.  then,  how about you begin training?

*  @elexecuted    you’re always like this,  acting like some caretaker.    [  he quickly turns around,  boring holes into the ravenette’s face.  ]    we’re a team,  you’re not my dad,  but i can’t stand beside you all if i’m fainting everytime i fight somebody.   —  ..you know?

❲a brow raised.  in truth,  he doesn't know whether to be pissed by  /that/  or be amused.❳ ⠀suit yourself.  don't come complaining to me if you can't handle it anymore. ⠀❲arms crossed loosely.❳

❲  zhichuan keeps his composure but there’s warmth underneath.  ❳  ⠀..unfair?  ⠀❲  a faint scoff escapes him,  though his hand comes without hesitation,  fingers firm as they steady you upright.  ❳ ⠀ it was necessary.  wouldn't want to fry you up now while that alter ego of yours was acting out. ⠀ ❲  his gaze lingers over the bruises,  thumb brushing lightly against his wrist──careful,  almost apologetic,  then the grasp hauls him up.  ❳ ⠀it still intrigues me when that happens. 

*  @elexecuted    what?  you guys tag—teamed,  that’s unfair.    [  a bitter laugh,  but meant to lighten to mood and simmer the burn against his throat.  ]    maybe a couple of bruises,  but i’m glad you were pulling your punches   (i think).  give me a hand?

we did,  i had some help with sū zhàn as well. ⠀❲he leans down,  checking.  it doesn't seem like it's taken such a toll on him—still concerning however.❳ ⠀you need to learn to control /that/.  more importantly..  are you hurt?  i tried my best not to.

* @nonevessel   well, we’d certainly not want you to take a spirit home with you. even apparitions have a way of attaching themselves with you even if you’re careful. turn around—let me sage your arms.

It seems a bit excessive.. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

@akillingword     ???   why are we yelling inside the shrine ..   miss?

@empyred   * Hai again..