[ mo ran freezes when he hears the voice --he can't be mistaken, it's the voice he's grown up with. he sticks his head out more, past the edge of the roof, to properly look at the person that's handing out the long plank with a certain ease no matter the weight. white clothes, pristine appearance and a beautiful face that haunts mo ran's every moment. he can't believe it.
he eases himself down using windowsills and taking advantage of the indents of the walls and he plops down on the ground in one swift motion, body still agile no matter feeling weaker than when he was alive --if anything, that's still much stronger than the average person.
he's in just his innermost layer, trousers and a flimsy inner shirt tucked into them, the halves of it loosened up by his work, displaying a big portion of his tanned, wide chest. his hair is up in a high ponytail, his hands stained with dirt and this is not the appearance he'd imagined he'd have when meeting his teacher. but that does no matter at all --because he is indeed seeing his teacher, after he thought it would never happen again.
it hurts even just to breathe now, with how tight his chest feels and he can compare this ache only to the one he felt when seeing this very same man so pale and cold, in that casket. ]
It is you...
[ he rasps, breathing uneven, face flushed and he reaches out, only to stop himself midway, hand hanging in the air. he can feel his eyes stinging. ]
Shizun-- [ his voice breaks and he finds it difficult to swallow, feels so many emotions at once that he finds himself dizzy. but the biggest one is relief --selfish, greedy relief. chu wanning is here, they're in the same place, they are together. it is such a strong realization that it takes his breath away altogether. no matter the cruel fate of dying without having atoned for most of his past wrongdoings, he receives this gift now. ]
Shizun, it's me. Mo Ran.
[ his voice is deeper, yes, but retains the same colour. his frame is fuller and taller, and the young man has turned into a full-fledged one, but if there's one thing about him that hasn't changed at all, it's his yearning for chu wanning, the desperation of it floating in his purple-hued eyes. ]
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he eases himself down using windowsills and taking advantage of the indents of the walls and he plops down on the ground in one swift motion, body still agile no matter feeling weaker than when he was alive --if anything, that's still much stronger than the average person.
he's in just his innermost layer, trousers and a flimsy inner shirt tucked into them, the halves of it loosened up by his work, displaying a big portion of his tanned, wide chest. his hair is up in a high ponytail, his hands stained with dirt and this is not the appearance he'd imagined he'd have when meeting his teacher. but that does no matter at all --because he is indeed seeing his teacher, after he thought it would never happen again.
it hurts even just to breathe now, with how tight his chest feels and he can compare this ache only to the one he felt when seeing this very same man so pale and cold, in that casket. ]
It is you...
[ he rasps, breathing uneven, face flushed and he reaches out, only to stop himself midway, hand hanging in the air. he can feel his eyes stinging. ]
Shizun-- [ his voice breaks and he finds it difficult to swallow, feels so many emotions at once that he finds himself dizzy. but the biggest one is relief --selfish, greedy relief. chu wanning is here, they're in the same place, they are together. it is such a strong realization that it takes his breath away altogether. no matter the cruel fate of dying without having atoned for most of his past wrongdoings, he receives this gift now. ]
Shizun, it's me. Mo Ran.
[ his voice is deeper, yes, but retains the same colour. his frame is fuller and taller, and the young man has turned into a full-fledged one, but if there's one thing about him that hasn't changed at all, it's his yearning for chu wanning, the desperation of it floating in his purple-hued eyes. ]