Answering a Call
Dec. 29th, 2020 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alongfallfromgraceWei Wuxian's first thought is: 'ow'. His body is crumpled at an awkward angle, one leg forced back in a painful twist. His head aches, dull and throbbing and constant like the beat of a heavy war drum. His left arm burns like hellfire, a shrill piercing note above the cacophony of hurts. His mouth is dry, unpleasantly thick and cottony.
For a moment he wonders if he was drunk, if he was in a fight, if he was drunk while in a fight.
Then memory returns, just as unreliable and fickle about its timing as it has always been and... oh. Oh, it hurts more.
But didn't he die? He doesn't remember dying, but he does remember falling - wrenching his arm out of Lan Zhan's grasp before they can both fall, Jiang Cheng's miserable face, shijie's blood on purple robes, Lan Zhan look devastated... he remembers finally knowing he could no longer cause harm, that they were safe.
...
He remembers something like being pulled. Being... spun together, somehow like being torn apart but in reverse. But that memory is less memory, and more... feeling? Like a ghost of a dream. The sound of someone apologizing, begging for vengeance...
Wei Wuxian has the very uncomfortable thought that he knows what will greet him when he opens his eyes.
Since he was not expecting Young Master Mo and his minions making their opinions clear via kicks and property damage, Wei Wuxian starts out his new life being patently wrong.
For a moment he wonders if he was drunk, if he was in a fight, if he was drunk while in a fight.
Then memory returns, just as unreliable and fickle about its timing as it has always been and... oh. Oh, it hurts more.
But didn't he die? He doesn't remember dying, but he does remember falling - wrenching his arm out of Lan Zhan's grasp before they can both fall, Jiang Cheng's miserable face, shijie's blood on purple robes, Lan Zhan look devastated... he remembers finally knowing he could no longer cause harm, that they were safe.
...
He remembers something like being pulled. Being... spun together, somehow like being torn apart but in reverse. But that memory is less memory, and more... feeling? Like a ghost of a dream. The sound of someone apologizing, begging for vengeance...
Wei Wuxian has the very uncomfortable thought that he knows what will greet him when he opens his eyes.
Since he was not expecting Young Master Mo and his minions making their opinions clear via kicks and property damage, Wei Wuxian starts out his new life being patently wrong.
