[ Mo Ran doesn't quite see how he can get away from here if he doesn't get up-- but, well, that's all too easily solved by his savior. Mo Ran's eyes widen and he even makes a weird, squeaky noise upon being picked up so easily. He's a really tall man and quite heavy at that: how in the world is this man able to just carry him? Surprise eclipses even pain and he can only feel his heart beating too fast and his whole face getting warm as he stares at the man's face while the world moves. Oh, this is bad. Very bad. This feeling in his chest is entirely inappropriate.
Even as he's laid down, he's still boggled, that nagging sensation in the back of his mind getting more insistent. This stranger isn't a human at all, is he? He had that very same impression when he laid eyes on him during mass before. There's something uncanny about him, that the perfection of his looks and his strength just make more obvious.
Mo Ran doesn't really care about his bloody blankets. ]
Were you... sent from above? [ It sounds entirely ridiculous even to a man of faith. But there are demons, after all... why couldn't there be angels? A glimpse of golden light keeps appearing in his memories. ]
My name is Mo Ran. How should I address you? [ He reaches out again to try and grab the other's forearm, trying to tug him forward, towards him. ]
[ Chu Wanning goes still, eyes darting all over the room, looking anywhere but at Mo Ran when he asks about being sent from above. Technically, he's right, but Chu Wanning can't confirm that, but he also doesn't want to outright lie to his charge. So he settles for saying nothing, lips just pressing into a thin line.
He just wasn't sent down this time to protect Mo Ran from the demons, so maybe that's the way he can get around it. Chu Wanning is so busy thinking up what to say, and how to continue this conversation that he doesn't realize it when Mo Ran grabs his arm until he's being yanked forward.
He yelps, landing with his hand on Mo Ran's chest as he falls forward. Chu Wanning turns his eyes toward Mo Ran, frowning at him. ] Stay still, you'll aggravate your bleeding. Foolish child. [ Never mind that Mo Ran isn't a child, and probably knows more about this bleeding stuff than Chu Wanning does. He gingerly pulls away, looking at his chest for any more bleeding. He can't tell if there's any fresh blood, and where it's coming from, but he knows enough to be concerned. ] Where are your bandages? You can call me Chu Wanning.
[ If anything, silence settles it more than any answer. Mo Ran observes the other's apparent discomfort as he glances around and presses his lips together, as if debating how to reply, or whether to at all. It almost looks like he doesn't want to give him any half-truth and Mo Ran appreciates that. Not to mention that this man, who isn't a man at all is he, looks entirely endearing when he seems wronged like that-- goodness, he keeps having troubling thoughts.
He can't help a chuckle when he gets scolded, his dimples bracketing his earnest smile. He's way too big to be considered a child by now. He supposes they consider age very differently, him and this celestial creature. ]
It's not as bad as it seems. For some reason, I heal way more quickly than I'm supposed to... [ It's been like that ever since he was a teenager and he doesn't quite know why. To show the other, he slips the white band that denotes his role out of his collar and then he quickly unbuttons his black shirt, peeling away the two halves from his damp wounds.
He has two series of scratches on his lower abdomen, right above his pants, across golden skin and tight abs. They're already healing at the edges, no matter black veins trying to branch out, as if to taint him. Blood seems to be drying quickly. ]
If you could get some water to clean it up, that'd be more than enough, hm, Wanning gege. [ He assures, trying to push aside some long stray locks that have been sticking to his temples, only to unwittingly leave a bloody stain behind. ]
[ Chu Wanning knows why Mo Ran heals faster, but he says nothing about it, as though he can just ignore everything that might out him, or make him seem more interesting to Mo Ran. Or lead him to realize Chu Wanning has been around a lot longer than he suspects.
He watches as Mo Ran strips off his shirt, eyes going a little wide with panic. Mo Ran is incredibly handsome, even with the scratches as bloody trails across his skin. Chu Wanning hopes they won't scar; it would be a pity to mar that perfect, golden skin.
The thought makes him flush, and he looks away, gaze cutting across the rest of the room. It's simple and neat, and Chu Wanning wonders if that's just because of who Mo Ran is, or if it's because he has very little. The bed surely isn't that comfortable, but he seems to be okay with it.
When he brushes Chu Wanning's hair out of his face, the man starts, and looks at him again. He really isn't used to people touching him like that. Or even seeing him. He feels exposed with Mo Ran, though he knows there's no danger. It's been so long since he's had anything like this, and Chu Wanning is so lonely. ]
I'll be right back.
[ He scoots away, still looking at Mo Ran, and then ducks out of his room to find a bowl and some water. It takes him a few minutes, especially since the water he finds doesn't seem clean, and blessing it to cleanse makes it shine; he tries to hide that, but it's impossible, and he struggles with what to do.
Mo Ran has already assumed he's an angel. Perhaps he'll just put this down as a fever dream the next day, and Chu Wanning can safely hide again. He doesn't want to linger too much longer away from him. He returns with the bowl of water, and lengths of cloth ripped from the hem of his inner robes. ]
[ It feels suddenly colder when Wanning leaves, albeit shortly, and Mo Ran doesn't know what to do himself. There's a tingling under his skin, like his every cell is begging for the other to be back as soon as possible, like he can't do without him. It's a peculiar feeling he's never had before --or maybe he has, a long time ago, vaguely, in a dream.
Mo Ran claims to be well but he drifts into a sticky, uncomfortable light sleep while he's alone, much like a feverish one. He still feels the demon's clutches, the pain ripping his skin apart, the effort of the exorcism that burns him from the inside out. Cold sweat rolls like pearls on his skin and he only wakes with a startle when he senses a light, more than seeing it.
Bleary eyes search the room and land on the bowl of water, the holy sheen of it, on which he doesn't comment. He only smiles at Wanning, sweet and earnest, dimples deep. He shifts on the small bed to try and make more room for him. ]
Gege... it stops hurting when you're around. [ He rambles and it's not quite his wounds that he's talking about. ] Right here... [ He catches the other's hand and presses it to his chest, holding it in place above his heart. He exhales shakily, the relief overwhelming. ] It always aches for something, someone... sometimes it's hard to breathe.
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Even as he's laid down, he's still boggled, that nagging sensation in the back of his mind getting more insistent. This stranger isn't a human at all, is he? He had that very same impression when he laid eyes on him during mass before. There's something uncanny about him, that the perfection of his looks and his strength just make more obvious.
Mo Ran doesn't really care about his bloody blankets. ]
Were you... sent from above? [ It sounds entirely ridiculous even to a man of faith. But there are demons, after all... why couldn't there be angels? A glimpse of golden light keeps appearing in his memories. ]
My name is Mo Ran. How should I address you? [ He reaches out again to try and grab the other's forearm, trying to tug him forward, towards him. ]
Please, sit here on the bed, sir.
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He just wasn't sent down this time to protect Mo Ran from the demons, so maybe that's the way he can get around it. Chu Wanning is so busy thinking up what to say, and how to continue this conversation that he doesn't realize it when Mo Ran grabs his arm until he's being yanked forward.
He yelps, landing with his hand on Mo Ran's chest as he falls forward. Chu Wanning turns his eyes toward Mo Ran, frowning at him. ] Stay still, you'll aggravate your bleeding. Foolish child. [ Never mind that Mo Ran isn't a child, and probably knows more about this bleeding stuff than Chu Wanning does. He gingerly pulls away, looking at his chest for any more bleeding. He can't tell if there's any fresh blood, and where it's coming from, but he knows enough to be concerned. ] Where are your bandages? You can call me Chu Wanning.
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He can't help a chuckle when he gets scolded, his dimples bracketing his earnest smile. He's way too big to be considered a child by now. He supposes they consider age very differently, him and this celestial creature. ]
It's not as bad as it seems. For some reason, I heal way more quickly than I'm supposed to... [ It's been like that ever since he was a teenager and he doesn't quite know why. To show the other, he slips the white band that denotes his role out of his collar and then he quickly unbuttons his black shirt, peeling away the two halves from his damp wounds.
He has two series of scratches on his lower abdomen, right above his pants, across golden skin and tight abs. They're already healing at the edges, no matter black veins trying to branch out, as if to taint him. Blood seems to be drying quickly. ]
If you could get some water to clean it up, that'd be more than enough, hm, Wanning gege. [ He assures, trying to push aside some long stray locks that have been sticking to his temples, only to unwittingly leave a bloody stain behind. ]
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He watches as Mo Ran strips off his shirt, eyes going a little wide with panic. Mo Ran is incredibly handsome, even with the scratches as bloody trails across his skin. Chu Wanning hopes they won't scar; it would be a pity to mar that perfect, golden skin.
The thought makes him flush, and he looks away, gaze cutting across the rest of the room. It's simple and neat, and Chu Wanning wonders if that's just because of who Mo Ran is, or if it's because he has very little. The bed surely isn't that comfortable, but he seems to be okay with it.
When he brushes Chu Wanning's hair out of his face, the man starts, and looks at him again. He really isn't used to people touching him like that. Or even seeing him. He feels exposed with Mo Ran, though he knows there's no danger. It's been so long since he's had anything like this, and Chu Wanning is so lonely. ]
I'll be right back.
[ He scoots away, still looking at Mo Ran, and then ducks out of his room to find a bowl and some water. It takes him a few minutes, especially since the water he finds doesn't seem clean, and blessing it to cleanse makes it shine; he tries to hide that, but it's impossible, and he struggles with what to do.
Mo Ran has already assumed he's an angel. Perhaps he'll just put this down as a fever dream the next day, and Chu Wanning can safely hide again. He doesn't want to linger too much longer away from him. He returns with the bowl of water, and lengths of cloth ripped from the hem of his inner robes. ]
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Mo Ran claims to be well but he drifts into a sticky, uncomfortable light sleep while he's alone, much like a feverish one. He still feels the demon's clutches, the pain ripping his skin apart, the effort of the exorcism that burns him from the inside out. Cold sweat rolls like pearls on his skin and he only wakes with a startle when he senses a light, more than seeing it.
Bleary eyes search the room and land on the bowl of water, the holy sheen of it, on which he doesn't comment. He only smiles at Wanning, sweet and earnest, dimples deep. He shifts on the small bed to try and make more room for him. ]
Gege... it stops hurting when you're around. [ He rambles and it's not quite his wounds that he's talking about. ] Right here... [ He catches the other's hand and presses it to his chest, holding it in place above his heart. He exhales shakily, the relief overwhelming. ] It always aches for something, someone... sometimes it's hard to breathe.