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Virtuous and kind as he is, he doesn't have enough depth of generosity to extend the benefit of the doubt to the whole situation--not with the way Huaisang's voice breaks and the breath in his chest rattles at the mention of his older brother. The tears come faster than he can wipe them for Huaisang, this time with the hem of his sleeve, soaking the frustration up.
Huaisang has taken his justice, but justice hasn't taken its course. What use is it when the man lives and breathes here rather than face his own karma and reincarnate to make right his wrongs?
And yet, Qingxuan has never been one to wrap his head around revenge. But this is different. This is setting things right.]
Your brother deserves to know the truth. Is that what you need me to tell you? [As if Qingxuan would have to be coaxed to agree.]
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[Huaisang pauses, taking shaky breaths to try and steady himself. It's all been so much to deal with and it feels like he's barely begun to speak at all.]
He has so many dark secrets, Shi-xiong. Most people didn't know just how depraved he was. And he was the elected leader of the cultivation world back home. I still have nightmares.
[Nightmares that Shi Qingxuan has probably been privy to on occasion, given how often they've occurred and how frequently they've shared a bed. There's been times that Huaisang has woken up in a cold sweat to pour himself another glass of wine or cried for his brother in his sleep.]
I... I made errors in judgement trying to expose him. Some of them ended with people dying. I risked the lives of many uninvolved people and I'm not proud of some of the decisions I made. I was... cold. I stopped seeing people as people for a time. Before I came here, I've spent most of the past ten years alone with the truth of who and what he is.
[The tears are starting to slow a little as he just rests against Shi Qingxuan, letting himself be comforted and held for a change. Ever since that day, someone simply consoling him and showing care has taken on a darker meaning for him. But he's trying to get over that.]
Before all of this began, I really loved him a lot. We were so close, I thought. There was a time when I thought of him as my best friend.
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The chill from before eases into something milder, sadder, Shi Qingxuan's finger pads pressing down to move in soothing circles instead of gripping at his robes. He lets the last of the tears subside, the shaking to cease, for Huaisang to thrust out the last of his words.]
The person you remember him from that many years of ago is no longer there. [he starts gently, giving him a squeeze as he does.] If I'm understanding what you're telling, that person never existed. Perhaps any of that goodness had gone by then.
[He is loathe to deny redemption, but has he even taken the proper course of redemption?]
He's changed you into the worst sort of man, and you don't want to turn into that once again, not even here.
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I don't want to be that man anymore, Shi-xiong. He destroyed my life. Back home, I'm all alone. I have my disciples but they don't need me. I don't have any friends, not anymore. I've spent the past ten years pretending to be someone I haven't been in a long time.
[While the admission is quiet and sad, there's less raw anguish in his voice now. Just tired resignation and acceptance.]
The mistakes I made can't be undone but I want to atone for them. I want to set the wrongs I did right as much they can be. But those I hurt are beyond my reach now.
[Even if Huaisang had felt that Lan Xichen deserved an apology, the one here isn't the same man. Any act of contrition he gave would be empty and lacking true sincerity, a pale imitation of what it should be.]
I don't know what to do about Jin Guangyao anymore but I'm speaking with my brother tomorrow. I can't keep silent about him anymore. What Da Ge chooses to do from that point onward is his decision. After that I'm leaving the Unclean Realm, Shi-xiong. I've asked the Augur for a new residence separate from here.
[It's not the way Huaisang wanted to break the news to Shi Qingxuan but he had to tell him sooner or later.]
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[He blurts out before wrapping his words in a soothing context, spots of color rising to his sleep addled skin. Shi Qingxuan's seeped in loneliness for as long as he's been alive, and long before his ascension, a natural part of him that his utterance sounds superfluous and indulgent to his own ears.
His fingers flex before they smooth down the sides of Huaisang's sleeves.]
How could you say that when I'm here? How would you even hesitate to do what's right when it comes to this man when I'm around? If you think I'm leaving you to your devices, then you're wrong, my friend.
[He couldn't very well or at all explains this mess of a matter to the older Nie, but he Qingxuan will be present if needed. His ardent determination and resolve wane into something else at the other man's quiet confession.]
You're... You're leaving?
[Is he taking the larger, more intimidating Nie sect leader to start anew, away from all of this? Qingxuan's mind races into conclusions with no end in sight, his tongue mercifully tied by surprise.]
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I intend to. My brother was leader before me and he is new to this world. The Unclean Realm was his home, too, and familiarity might help him better adjust to living here. On the other hand, living here hurts me now. My brother's murder... It happened here. This is where it all happened in our world.
[He blinks back a sudden fresh wave of tears.]
I could handle it before they came. I'd handled it for ten years. But all of us being here again... All of us in these walls, trying to keep the peace... Trying to give the killer a second chance to redeem himself... Knowing that he's in bed with my brother again acting like none of it ever happened and we can all just move on so easily.
[The old familiar anger and bitterness starts creeping back in, the hatred that robbed him of reason and conscience until all that mattered to him was Jin Guangyao's total destruction, no matter the price he had to pay. But Huaisang still has enough self-control to catch himself before his thoughts slip down that dark and twisted passage again. He takes a deep breath, the fatigue showing on his face again.]
....I can't do it, Shi-xiong. I won't do it. Not again. What has he done to deserve the amount of mercy and compassion he demands from me after ruining so many lives? My life? My brother's life? The lives of the women he murdered or locked up to conceal his crime? Why should he get his happiness when I'm always forced to sacrifice mine? It's not fair. It's not right.
[And he's starting to get worked up again. More steadying breaths.]
.I don't know if the Augur will grant my wish. Or if it'll be like this. But I... I was hoping you'd come with me, Shi-xiong. I don't do well living alone. And I don't want to be where you aren't. This... This place isn't home to me anymore. You are.
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And it's over before he can blink in response, the sweep of hair and fabric pulling away just as he tilts his chin up for more. His lips still tingle from the contact, little pricks of pleasure yet to dissipate.
His hands are on Huaisang's face before he knows it, fingertips doing away with the budding tears, plump with roundness before they can roll off each cheekbones. It's sticky work, grounding him even as the blood is thudding in his ears at Huaisang's revelation. None of this is right. None of this has gone the way it should have been in the end. He could taste Huaisang's own helplessness on his tongue, and it's bitter.
Suddenly, he is aware once more of his immense luck. If anything, Qingxuan has never been physically alone. The desire for companionship eats away at him like rapid fire feasting on dry wood.]
May I, Nie-xiong? [His desires are not wholly selfless, damp hands alighting on Huaisang's shoulders.] I won't be a burden, I promise you! I can't cook, but we could purchase our food. And I'm not so dreadful with a broom, either! You will never find a better drinking companion than me.
[He winks, red rimmed eyes sparking with mirth after all.]
You would do well to have the lord of Fortune in your household, after all.
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Yes, you may. Thank you so much, Shi-xiong. I... I really don't deserve you but thank you for coming with me.
[He kisses him again, this one a little bit more firm, as sudden flare up of excitement goes through him. He truly is luck to know Shi Qingxuan, to have such a wonderful and supportive friend. He's been so patient and kind with him, the desire to give him everything he can to keep that beautiful smile from never dimming remains intact. After a moment, he breaks it, an almost dreamy little smile playing across his lips.]
The place we'll be going to is your home, too. You can leave your mark on it. And me, too, if you want.
[That last part just sort of slipped out subconsiously. It is late and he is very tired after all.
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His face is flushed pink and eyes are glittering when he pulls away.]
I would be honored to, my dear young master.
[Not so young anymore, from the tired look in his eyes. And yet it does not stop Qingxuan from reaching swiftly for a hand, pecking the slim knuckles on the back before pressing it firmly against his chest. It really is his second chance at happiness.]