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[open] if you got hunger for what you see

● WHO: Xiao Xingchen and anyone!
● WHAT: Event: Suggestive exploding plants and trying to rescue people while constantly horny. Also, some strange kinds of hydrangeas.
● WHEN: Throughout the week of the event
● WHERE: Around
● WARNINGS: Suggestive so far, will update as needed

I.

[Once Xiao Xingchen steps outside after the rain, he stares in wonder at all the colorful growth around.]

Heavens... it's so beautiful.

[Have years of blindness made it easier to appreciate sights like this? Or would everyone else feel this way? Regardless, he goes forth to investigate, not expecting anything strange.

Still, he always has his sword at the ready in this strange place.]

a.

[One of the plants he approaches is what resembles several bushes of hydrangeas. Their colors fade and change between blue, pink, and purple between all the bunches, as if someone is swirling paint around with a stroke of a brush. The bright rays of the sun make the raindrops collected on the petals practically shimmer, and Xiao Xingchen can only want to investigate closer.

The longer he stands near them, the more everything feels pleasant, as if moving through a dream.

When he notices around person near, he takes a step to be closer to them.]

Aren't these beautiful? Ah, I hope for people to never take their sight for granted. I would never have been able to see these without eyes.

[These hydrangeas have the effect of making a person rather sedate, possibly more happy and less restrained in both actions and words.]

b.

[When he picks a bright red fruit in a tree, his first thought is - that if it is edible - either Song Lan or he can perhaps have it in place of the rations. But wait, when he looks at the fruit, and feels it in his hand... doesn't it somewhat resemble a--

Filled with a sudden and profound embarrassment, his grip around the fruit suddenly tightens, resulting in a massive burst.]

Ah!

[At least he'd closed his eyes just in time. But now the white, sticky insides of the plant have covered his face. Worse still, his mouth was open, and some of it is on his tongue! (At least it doesn't taste too bad.)

For the moment, he'll just be trying to wipe it off, quietly grateful that it at least isn't harmful. Hopefully he can wash his face after this.]

c.

[Ready to rescue a figure in distress, Xiao Xingchen takes out his sword, Shuanghua, and slices through the vines that reach out to entrap him too. Years of night hunting - while blind, even - make challenges like this effortless.

However, he soon has a problem.

As he looks at the person caught in the vines, the ever-present aphro in his system compels him to have other ideas-- ideas he could not dare to entertain!]

Sorry, please just allow me to... get that for you.

[As he keeps his gaze averted, he tries to pull at the vines without touching the person tangled up in them.]

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Hydrangeas make for bulky crowns. When they settle on the young man's head, it's a gentle storm of scent and textures, the woven stems settling around the crown of his head as if it were fitted to exaction.

Or a certain someone just had that much time on his hand that twisting flowers into ornaments is the closest thing to productivity for lack of something meaningful to do. There are faint imprints on his fingers from toying with the plants for too long, and soft grass stains and damp patches on his legs and knees.

"I knew the blue would look best!" as soon as the words leave his mouth, the color flutters along the rim of the crown to a more vivid purple. The frown on Shi Qingxuan's face lasts momentarily before he breaks into his customary, unassuming grin.

"Guess you can pull off every color, daozhang, with a pretty face like that."

He's armed with no small amount of different crowns, and yet the bushes around them aren't lacking for more blossoms. Originally, Shi Qingxuan has had marched out of his shelter for a purpose, but an hour or so of napping in the sun and plucking flowers have thoroughly cured him of the presumption of being useful.

[Jiang Cheng must be one of the few people not overjoyed by all this sudden plant life. The place was dreary without it, sure, but who needs all these flowers, anyway? Maybe the way they look isn't too terrible, but many of them stink, and he is just not about that.

The hydrangeas aren't too bad, though. Their purple is a nice shade, and as he gets closer, even the scent of them is not so bad. In fact, he doesn't smell their fragrance so much as he... feels it? If that's strange, it doesn't register as such. Before long, he's sitting, and already considering lying down. It's not dignified, and he shouldn't do it, but sitting is a gateway drug, and the longer he's here, the calmer he feels.

He's still very much him, though, as quickly becomes obvious when this stranger starts up a conversation.]

That goes for all of us, surely?

[Can't very well see without eyes. That's just obvious.

Belatedly, he checks himself. This seems to be a respectable gentleman, and so he should really tone down his verbal venom. It's just hard to care about even that right now.]

Come, sit. There's no need to exhaust yourself while taking in the view.

Xiao Xingchen blinks as he faces the source of the voice he hears, and he briefly takes in his appearance.

The carefree individual gives off such an infectious atmosphere that he finds himself taking the smallest of steps closer. Perhaps he'd also set out for a reason - specifically, to nullify threats and retrieve any supplies - but this looks like a much more pleasant way to spend his time. No sooner than he even entertains the thought of approaching is he addressed.

His hand rises to his mouth and he laughs behind his sleeve, lowering his gaze to one of the other, unworn crowns.

"You're far too kind, really. But I'm certain that you're wearing it better than I would. Blue and purple both look very lovely on you."

Now that he's sighted again, it's as embarrassing to praise for appearance as it is to be praised!

"Trust a good looking guy to know how to give a good compliment!"

Is he referring to himself or to the young cultivator? Shi Qingxuan, more or less, is perpetually in a pleasant state of mind, never mind one he's been lulled into by virtue of soothing flora and fauna. He's never one to keep up his guard unless through some conscious efforts, but past sensing a benign life force blooming under the skin of the stranger, he doesn't make a move to investigate further.

He's come here for something, and now everything else is vastly more attractive than his original purpose that has already slipped his mind. And most attractive of all is his new friend, he's decided.

Speaking of which.

"You're human, aren't you?"

It's not the question set to be asked naturally and spontaneously when making someone's acquaintances, but for some reason, Shi Qingxuan's fluffy brain feels even fuzzier than usual, taking down the already flimsy brain to mouth filter he has in place.

[Xiao Xingchen would feel no desire to elaborate what he means before, but even when he's feeling less restrained with his words, bringing up the past is-- well. No need to talk about past matters.

What's more important is noticing the man's sitting figure. Now that's a fine idea!

Resistant to (most) verbal venom, Xiao Xingchen turns a smile to him.]

Oh, gladly! Thank you.

[Stepping closer, Xiao Xingchen lowers himself to the ground to sit just at the threshold of "respectful distance for strangers". The scent of the fresh grass underneath them only adds to the pleasant lull, and the view before them also serves as a useful momentary distraction from the awkward subject of introductions.]

Look at that bunch there. It's about as vivid as your robes. What a lovely shade...

Xiao Xingchen considers that for a moment. Perhaps hearing such compliments - whether he pays them any mind or not - makes it easier to call upon their memory when thinking of one for another person. But he figures more likely:

"You flatter too much."

Perhaps a bit of charm already goes a long way with Xiao Xingchen, but while his whole head also feels full of bright and colorful flowers, this person might be the most entertaining and fascinating person he's ever known.

But at the question, Xiao Xingchen's brows raise, and his mouth opens without words at first.

"Oh, um-- yes. I am human. Are... are you?"

The answer likely makes it sound as if he's questioning himself, despite being certain about being human! He's fairly sure. It's entirely possible that something strange happened after being brought to this place, where the impossible constantly happens.

[Jiang Cheng finds himself oddly comfortable with the company, something very relaxing about this entire experience. It's strange, really. It definitely feels off, being able to relax like this. But relax, he does, and so he can't bring himself to care about how strange this all feels, either.]

Of course. Our Yunmeng Jiang sect would settle for no lesser colors.

[Is he... actually trying to take credit for the existence of purple flowers now...? Well, maybe not quite, but close enough to be embarrassing.

He glances over at the other man again, gaze dipping. Jiang Cheng doesn't especially want to lie down on the ground, but he might just settle for using this man's lap. He's not quite ready to suggest that yet, however.]

"I do, I do!" Guilty as charged, but who can resist an exceptionally beautiful face? The compliments come all too easily.

Shi Qingxuan settles on the damp grass, fingers intent on unraveling the careful twists in his lap. Should he make a necklace, instead? He can't help but congratulate himself on not using the "m" word around humans--hey can get rather odd about their own mortality--it slips his mind that asking someone whether they are human isn't quite in the realm of polite or discreet conversation either.

"Hah! I haven't been human for quite a while," comes the too cheerful answer just as discretion flies out the window. The Wind Master has never been stickler for the rules, but he normally took more care around humans, even if they were cultivators.

There's a light of mischief in his eyes as he divulges this with the joy of someone spilling a secret they were reprimanded into guarding.

"But I could feel your qi all the way from... Quite far away! You're practically glowing-- but that's not why I wanted to talk to you. You're just too pretty to ignore!"

At this point it's clear he's getting his points and priorities mixed up, even as the order makes perfect sense in his head.

[Xiao Xingchen would ordinarily feel uneasy in associating with those from the cultivation world, especially a cultivator from one of the Great Sects. Right now, thoughts of embarrassment and past shame melt away with another pleased hum.

A soft breeze passes over the hydrangeas, carrying some petals of all the different colors, and whatever just caused this warm, fuzzy sensation around his head increased its influence twice over.]

Then Yunmeng Jiang Sect is all too lucky to have you, as the color complements you especially well.

[Looking at the ground between them, he spots one of the small hydrangeas that were carried by the wind.

Picking it up, he finds himself acting on an idea before he can even think - is he thinking that much right now anyway? - and so he scoots closer, until he can place the bloom behind the other man's ear.]

"An immortal?"

Xiao Xingchen kneels down on the ground next to the other man here, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest for being so casual, but the surrounding atmosphere smooths every negative feeling.

"Ah, please excuse me. It's only that you are rather different from the only other immortal I've known."

After leaving his shifu's mountain, he hadn't known any others. Of course, he hadn't had much experience with the cultivation world before retreating from it-- but in a state like this, only warm, pleasant nostalgia about the past filters through.

The surprise and curiosity even override his reaction to more of the effusive compliments. Still, that does have to do with his surprise.

"In particular, you're much more... lively."

It's only half the truth, and not quite a lie if he omits everything else. Even that, he's not in the habit of announcing to the world, donning Daoist robes whenever he's in the company of humans. It doesn't prepare him for this instance of sincere deference, and Shi Qingxuan isn't one to take non-threats so seriously.

The flowers are too heavy for their joined stems, the knots unraveling halfway onto taking the shape of a necklace in his hands.

"Ah, I ascended early! I suppose life never really got to me before I followed in my older brother's footsteps--now he's a proper immortal, moreso than silly old me, haha. Maybe it's different when you get the chance to grow wise and knowing, first!"

His grin eclipses the sun in its brightness. He knows he's a frivolous creature, and the polite wordings of his new friend do little to cause offense.

[Jiang Cheng breathes a soft laugh - a rough sound that would ordinarily be a scoff if anything, but for once there is genuine amusement in his expression, as well as pride.]

Obviously.

[No color could suit him better. He is his sect, after all. But that's so obvious that he doesn't care to elaborate - and anyway, his company is now busy playing with flowers.

Playing with flowers... and sticking them behind Jiang Cheng's ear. Jiang Cheng isn't sure what to think of the flower-adorning as such, but the gesture from the other man feels solemn and exceptionally gentle. It makes Jiang Cheng want to repay the kindness, and yet he doesn't know how.

Well, he has one idea. After all, if it's something he wants, surely everyone else wants it too?]

... Why don't you lie down.

[He gives his lap a single pat to indicate (sort of) what he means.]

Awe fills Xiao Xingchen's eyes, though he glances down at the flowers with a quite, thoughtful hum.

"Ah, well. Wise and knowing might be for some people, but for it to be everyone's goal might make everyone rather dull."

Even without the pleasant haze around his head, he finds those who speak and act differently from the usual cultivator quite entertaining. Like a charming friend of his who has a way with words. Cultivating for cultivation's sake, acquiring knowledge just to use it for oneself-- foolish and charging into the unknown is more Xiao Xingchen's style, anyway!

"I can assure you that you're definitely the most charming immortal that I've ever met."

He faintly feels the need to apologize to Baoshan Sanren for the statement, regardless of how true it is.

There's an echo of an old friend in him, the pauper prince, that eases warmth into Shi Qingxuan's veins like honey. The Wind Master has never been one to stand on ceremony, even if he's known this young man for the grand period of ten minutes. Shifting on his knees behind him, he takes the fall of the cultivator's long dark hair into his lap, fingers folding the tresses into a thick braid with the deftness of someone used to beautiful things.

He might have asked for permission under different circumstances, but that was a slim possibility.

"I bet you say that to all the immortals you meet," he parts the flowers too bulky for a proper garland next, twisting the stems to hook between the dark strands, "Well, you're definitely the prettiest cultivator I've ever met, and I used to be one!"

Then again, there is no comparing this young man to the drunken lot he used to study with.

[Xiao Xingchen takes a moment to understand, but when he does, his eyes light up. Sure, this doesn't seem very proper for cultivators - especially ones who just met - but all that feels irrelevant right now.]

Young Master, you are very kind.

[With that, Xiao Xingchen happily lies his head down on the other man's lap, letting his eyes drift closed with a happy hum. The lap of a cultivator, having trained endless hours in combat, might not be the softest surface, but the warmth more than makes up for it. What's most important is the idea.

He murmurs, thinking aloud more than wanting to consciously speak:]

The path of life can be twisted and arduous. Any one gesture of kindness can make the journey for another much easier... I would gladly repay this favor for you, however you like.

[Jiang Cheng doesn't currently care much about what other people think - and what counts as "proper" anyway? If this other person were a woman, Jiang Cheng might have to feel some sense of responsibility, but like this, it's fine.

... Actually, is it strange that he was the one to offer his lap, after all..? Nah, it's probably fine.

The words resonate with Jiang Cheng, but not in the way they were likely intended. Jiang Cheng's had his suffering, and yet how many people made his journey easier? Did any of them? Even the one person who intended to make it easier only made things worse, in many ways. Jiang Cheng's life might have ended sooner, but would that have been better or worse for everyone else in the end? If he had died, might others not have survived? It's something he's tried hard not to think about, but with his defenses down, even in this peaceful place he can't keep something dark from trying to drag his thoughts down. It doesn't quite work: he keeps floating along on the waves, with no real risk of sinking. But there is that ill-defined something occasionally trying to pull his metaphorical boat down all the same.]

... I've had enough favors to last me this lifetime. I don't need any from you.

[And with that said, he's just going to gently pet the man's head. Maybe Jiang Cheng has next to no experience with loving physical contact between people, but petting dogs has always seemed natural enough, and so petting a human is probably not a bad thing either.

He's enjoying it, anyway.]

With a light laugh, Xiao Xingchen leans into the touch, tilting his head back just slightly as if showing assent that was never asked for. Whether Shi Qingxuan asked for permission or not, Xiao Xingchen would likely have allowed this.

"I would say that that can't be right, but I admit I haven't seen too many cultivators in my life. So I don't have much say in that."

Not that he pays too much attention to matters like that, but even if he did, how could he judge? He sighs as he watches the clouds above them.

"I didn't have the chance to see much of the world, before I couldn't see at all. This place restored my vision when I was brought here."

Every word sounds cavalier about the situation, no matter how painful it would be to dredge up these memories without the influence of something on his mind. Right now, however, they're having friendly chatter and it merely feels like something relevant to the subject!

[Despite what the other man says, Xiao Xingchen is still going to keep the idea of a favor away in his mind. That is, if his warm, fuzzy mind retains any memory of this.

The petting calls forth a peal of Xiao Xingchen's laughter, a little louder than usual before he quickly stifles them, giggling behind lips pressed together tight. When he can speak again, he has to ask:]

Is this something you do often? It feels so nice, and yet--

[He has to still hold himself back a little.]

No one has done this to me. At least, I don't remember anything like this.

[Patting others on the head is more of what he's used to. Either way, it's an interesting experience to be on the other end of it for once!]

[Under other circumstances, that laugh would probably have gotten the man slapped, but as it is, Jiang Cheng is merely shocked at how melodious it sounds. What that means, he can't figure out, but it does something to him all the same.]

Of course I don't do it often.

["Of course" isn't really something he can use in that context, let alone with someone he's never met before, but Jiang Cheng is Jiang Cheng, and so he will use it anyway.]

... If you like it, just enjoy it.

All right.

[Xiao Xingchen shifts his head slightly, face rubbing against the other man's lap in an attempt to get comfortable, with more movement than he would make when trying to ready himself for sleep in a bed.

This is going to warrant profuse apologies later.

But after a moment of the warmth of a lap, the comforting touch to his hair, all surrounded by the summer-like air after the rain... he's still a bit more concerned about the other man. He turns around to look up at him with a curious look in his eyes.]

It really is so nice like this, but it's unfair that I'm the only one who gets to lie down. Why don't I lie down, and you can also lie down and rest your head on my front?

[His torso isn't exactly soft, however.]

[Neither of them are very comfortable to lie on, probably, but the contact is comforting even if the surface isn't.

Jiang Cheng's lap is about to become a whole lot less comfortable with all that rubbing, though, and as relaxed as he is, totally free of shame about the physical reaction, he does feel some embarrassment for potentially inconveniencing his guest along the line. It's that, more than anything else - though this odd relaxed feeling definitely helps - that convinces him to go along with this gentleman's suggestion.]

Alright.

[He stops petting, a little reluctantly, to facilitate the change in position. Even in this haze, it feels a little strange to lie down on someone's chest... but not enough to stop him, and certainly not enough to keep him from enjoying the position once he settles.]

[In Xiao Xingchen's brief time here, he's already found what that means, but he laughs lightly again as they shuffle around to get into a more comfortable position.]

Oh, I apologize for that. But if you need any help, I can take care of that as well.

[Maybe to any other cultivator passing by (from a distance) and seeing this, they'd immediately know that something about this area isn't right.

He drapes his arm around the other man as he lays down, taking a deep breath, chest rising and falling deeply. Right now, he doesn't very much care about what others will think. It's pleasant to just lie like this with someone and not having to care about anything else.]

[It's actually not so bad, lying around like this. Jiang Cheng finds himself questioning why he doesn't do so more often, but the bigger part of what remains of his brain is trying to work out an appropriate reaction to this man's offer. Should he ask for help with... that? Even now, the word "help" sort of rubs him the wrong way, though the great moral indignation he would normally feel at the suggested act(s) as such is decidedly absent - and that strange experience in itself is why he doesn't instantly reject the offer outright, either.]

I can do that myself. When it comes up.

[Best word choices.]

"A regular hermit, were you, now?"

His hands reach for another pick of hydrangea, another round of weaving flowers through that thick braid. Shi Qingxuan has spent years waiting dutifully at the bottom of the mountain while his brother honed his cultivation, but his brother has always, faithfully, come down. He couldn't fathom being sequestered away from the world and never had the patience and resolution for it. Even as a disciple, Shi Qingxuan's weeks were punctuated with irrevernt trips to the nearby towns with his fellow young cultivators. But he was an adolescent, then.

It seems as his new friend has only had a meager number of years to live out his youth.

"You're lucky," he confesses, and perhaps it's hardly his place to make the judgment at all from the little he knows, "You got a second chance, and now you get to see a whole brand new world. Isn't that wonderful? I mean, it's pretty weird so far, and there's some stuff I wish I could unsee, don't get me wrong! But I bet it's still more exciting than wherever you were, before."

[Xiao Xingchen looks and feels as pleased as a dog in a spot of sun on the grass, humming and absently tracing random patterns on the other man with his fingertips ]

It really wouldn't be any trouble for me. Quite the opposite, in fact. Oh, I hope that isn't too forward.

[Another faint laugh at himself. He has just enough experience to say that he's done this (once) before.]

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