[Days had passed, or had it been months or years? Time had felt as if it had all blended into itself at this point. Did it even really matter when all he had was time to meditate on the wrongs that occurred to him? How he was forgotten, ignored, ostracized, and blamed? About how the one good thing that had ever happened to him in this cruel land had faced the worst of paths?
They were supposed to run off together. They had a plan. And then once more the Lans had to interfere in his life and ruin all of it. All he worked hard for—all he did was try to make right what had been so wrong for so long.
Over and over, these thoughts circled in what was left in his consciousness. Hate. Jealousy. Anger.
So long did he see no one dare even approach where he was; his only company was the other tortured souls who had been so cruelly ripped from the world. (An unfortunate necessity) Not that any of the others would dare approach him. Not considering who he sided with.
All the better. He was used to the loneliness. He was used to not being liked. What difference was any of that compared to the life he once lived?
But then, footsteps. There are traces of change and disturbance in the ground soil. Something that reeked of life. Su She could not help but be curious. He could not help but feel infringed upon. How dare his mystery be bothered?
Even more so when he heard the words and picked up on who it was.
In all his time lamenting how the Lans had wronged him, he had forgotten the one who caused his downfall. The one who found the first arm and decided to start looking into it. The one who pulled on the thread that unraveled everything he aspired for.
Him.
Wei Wuxian.
His face distorted grotesquely, the usually ethereal visage he held seeming to take on an intimidating, dark tone. The wound on his chest aching, hurting, opening as the memory of the first punch clean through him permeated his mind.]
You.
[His voice echoed, malicious intent filling the air.]
What makes you think you have any right to revisit these grounds?
no subject
They were supposed to run off together. They had a plan. And then once more the Lans had to interfere in his life and ruin all of it. All he worked hard for—all he did was try to make right what had been so wrong for so long.
Over and over, these thoughts circled in what was left in his consciousness. Hate. Jealousy. Anger.
So long did he see no one dare even approach where he was; his only company was the other tortured souls who had been so cruelly ripped from the world. (
An unfortunate necessity) Not that any of the others would dare approach him. Not considering who he sided with.All the better. He was used to the loneliness. He was used to not being liked. What difference was any of that compared to the life he once lived?
But then, footsteps. There are traces of change and disturbance in the ground soil. Something that reeked of life. Su She could not help but be curious. He could not help but feel infringed upon. How dare his mystery be bothered?
Even more so when he heard the words and picked up on who it was.
In all his time lamenting how the Lans had wronged him, he had forgotten the one who caused his downfall. The one who found the first arm and decided to start looking into it. The one who pulled on the thread that unraveled everything he aspired for.
Him.
Wei Wuxian.
His face distorted grotesquely, the usually ethereal visage he held seeming to take on an intimidating, dark tone. The wound on his chest aching, hurting, opening as the memory of the first punch clean through him permeated his mind.]
You.
[His voice echoed, malicious intent filling the air.]
What makes you think you have any right to revisit these grounds?