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[#067] Nothing Left (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: #067 - Shattered
Title: Nothing Left
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 | Bloody
Bonus: Nope.
Word Count: 217 - shortest thing I've ever written for this comm.
Summary: Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian part at the Burial Mounds. High-key sad.
Well then. That was all there was to it.
Jiang Cheng watched as his brother, as his right-hand man, turned his back and walked away. Around him, a creeping miasma coiled and snapped, as if the malignant energy of the Burial Mounds had gained sentience and wanted to claim him for its new master.
That had to be the visceral tug he felt in his core, a nearly irresistible pull to follow his shixiong into that desolate, poisoned land. There was no other explanation.
Not after the words they’d just exchanged. Not after the blows they’d traded. Jiang Cheng’s left arm hung limp and broken as Wei Wuxian disappeared among the twisted, gnarled black limbs of Burial Mound trees. Only the crimson smear of hair ribbon indicated where Wei Wuxian’s emaciated frame began and the stunted growth of his self-imposed prison began.
It hadn’t had to come to this. Jiang Cheng could have salvaged this. But no. Wei Wuxian had to be the hero. And the fool had gained a gut wound and the enmity of the entire jianghu for his efforts.
Jiang Cheng turned away. There was nothing else to be done. He did not look back, even once, at the shattered remains of brotherhood promises left scattered in scarlet drops on dead grass.
Theme Prompt: #067 - Shattered
Title: Nothing Left
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 | Bloody
Bonus: Nope.
Word Count: 217 - shortest thing I've ever written for this comm.
Summary: Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian part at the Burial Mounds. High-key sad.
Well then. That was all there was to it.
Jiang Cheng watched as his brother, as his right-hand man, turned his back and walked away. Around him, a creeping miasma coiled and snapped, as if the malignant energy of the Burial Mounds had gained sentience and wanted to claim him for its new master.
That had to be the visceral tug he felt in his core, a nearly irresistible pull to follow his shixiong into that desolate, poisoned land. There was no other explanation.
Not after the words they’d just exchanged. Not after the blows they’d traded. Jiang Cheng’s left arm hung limp and broken as Wei Wuxian disappeared among the twisted, gnarled black limbs of Burial Mound trees. Only the crimson smear of hair ribbon indicated where Wei Wuxian’s emaciated frame began and the stunted growth of his self-imposed prison began.
It hadn’t had to come to this. Jiang Cheng could have salvaged this. But no. Wei Wuxian had to be the hero. And the fool had gained a gut wound and the enmity of the entire jianghu for his efforts.
Jiang Cheng turned away. There was nothing else to be done. He did not look back, even once, at the shattered remains of brotherhood promises left scattered in scarlet drops on dead grass.
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