Waking left him disoriented, his eyes blinking slowly as the ceiling came into the view, the voices below proof enough they were somewhere inhabited but his last memories were disordered. He remembered the temple but the actual timeline wasn't playing out clearly, maybe because he'd passed out at some point after strong arms had lifted him and while his vision had been dim, they were familiar enough.
Not that he'd wanted to relax, but the choice had been taken from him, bloodloss making him lightheaded until he just went limp.
And now?
His head ached, his eyes burned and his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton as he tried to sit up.
The voice is familiar, his eyes opening as Guangyao turns his head for a moment once he's sitting up, gaze meeting that of Xichen before he turns back to the cup. It's warm, sliding down his throat soothingly and he drinks slowly.
By the time he's done, he can at least think enough to form words. "...Why?" Not that he elaborates on what it's about but Xichen should know better than anyone what he's asking.
Xichen is a little thinner than Guangyao would remember. A worried line creases his brow, but it's easing bit by bit the more the wounded man drinks of the tea.
"...Mistakes were made. Now is the time for penance."
"Penance." He lets the cup go, gaze settling on Xichen again. "You should have let me go." It's quiet, his hands settling in his lap while Xichen holds him up.
"The most of what, exactly? Waiting for the rest of the sects to come howling for my blood like they did with Wei Wuxian when he was the one everyone hated? Because I'm not sure that's something I want to make the most of, Er Ge."
He's quiet for a moment. "You could have left me there with Da Ge. Nobody would have blamed you for walking away."
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Date: 2020-02-05 12:48 pm (UTC)From:Not that he'd wanted to relax, but the choice had been taken from him, bloodloss making him lightheaded until he just went limp.
And now?
His head ached, his eyes burned and his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton as he tried to sit up.
>D
Date: 2020-02-05 01:35 pm (UTC)From:"Drink," a familiar voice says quietly from behind and a little above. "It is medicinal tea to help you heal."
Re: >D
Date: 2020-02-05 01:40 pm (UTC)From:By the time he's done, he can at least think enough to form words. "...Why?" Not that he elaborates on what it's about but Xichen should know better than anyone what he's asking.
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Date: 2020-02-05 01:45 pm (UTC)From:"...Mistakes were made. Now is the time for penance."
For both of them.
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Date: 2020-02-05 02:17 pm (UTC)From:"You didn't have to save me."
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Date: 2020-02-05 02:33 pm (UTC)From:"Maybe," he agrees, not moving away. "You are here now. Will you not try and make the most of it?"
Xichen doesn't smile, hasn't smiled since everything became clear. "I saved you because I saw no other choice for myself."
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Date: 2020-02-05 02:41 pm (UTC)From:He's quiet for a moment. "You could have left me there with Da Ge. Nobody would have blamed you for walking away."