Rather than laying down in the bed like he should be for a nap, Qianxun was sat at the table by the bed. He had his head supported by one hand and could have been mistaken for being in deep thought. Only that wasn't it at all. Instead he was fast asleep, breathing deep as he rested where he sat.
Behind him, floating against the wall in a nest of energy, was a pipa. If one were paying attention they would find that the energy radiating off of it and surrounding it was the same that Qianxun gave off naturally.
The Immortal though, kept sleeping for the time being.
He'd been about to call out for his friend when he saw him at the table. It took a moment for Kexing to realize he was asleep, not lost in deep thought. He moved closer with the intent of waking his friend up -- sleeping on his hand like that will definitely hurt his wrist -- when he sense the energy from the pipa.
Another musician.
KExing smiled to himself as he peered up at the instrument. Maybe he could grow to like it after all.
Sensing someone was close to him, he stirred. At first he didn't move, his eyes just fluttering open to see that he wasn't alone anymore. And that the one in his room was Kexing. Who happened to be looking at his pipa.
Sensing no intent to touch the instrument or bring it harm, he didn't comment for the time being and just quietly watched him instead. Just to observe him and see what he would do next.
No, he had too much respect for his friend to touch his belongings haphazardly. It was a lovely instrument and obviously precious to Qianxun if its place of honor indicated anything.
He felt Qianxun's gaze and put his hands on his hips to feign disapproval. "What happened to the door?"
"Ye Baiyi paid a visit and decided to kick it in."
Getting up finally, he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was a little stiff after napping like that but at least it meant that he'd be able to get right back up faster if he needed to. It had certainly paid off for said visit earlier.
"He is a fool," Kexing snapped. Then he checked his temper. There was no point in venting his dismay. Qianxun was the wronged party, after all.
He huffed and then plopped in the chair across from Qianxun. Instead of ranting about the old monster, he instead turned his attention back to the pipa. "We have so many musicians here at the Manor. I did not know you were among them."
His gaze trailed behind him to look at the instrument. He observed it for a time before looking back to Kexing. "I do not play often. But I keep it safe since it was created from a piece of my own body."
So in comparison to himself? It was the easiest way to bring him harm.
"At the time it would have been. Now there is only pain if someone tries to harm it. Even something as simple as pulling removing a string can wound me badly."
Turning to the pipa, he reached out to guide it to his hands. Holding it close, his fingers touched the strings lightly. There was no sound just yet since he hadn't played but it was clear he knew how.
Kexing has nothing so valuable. Only a key to an Armory everyone wants. But it wouldn't harm him physically or spiritually if someone had it or harmed it. It wasn't a part of him like this pipa was of Qianxun.
"Why tell me?"
Not that he didn't appreciate having his friend's trust.
"If I couldn't trust you then you would have already exposed my headaches and the possible reason for them to others to potentially use against me."
Kexing had shown his worth so he could trust him with this secret. Of that he was certain. There were very few around that he could trust that far but Kexing was on that last.
"It doesn't benefit me or mine to do so." Not to mention, since Qianxun was a resident of the Manor that he, too, fell under the 'me and mine' category. "I have no causes to betray your trust," he added more seriously. "It is valuable to me that my friends know they can trust me."
"I have not even told the Dragon King what you have told me yet. Of your suspicions about my memory." Not because he didn't trust him, he did. Begrudgingly. But he simply wasn't ready to just yet. He needed time to try to determine what it would mean for him to have had his memories removed like that.
And there was not Immortal of Fate here to consult.
"I have not been able to understand why I would have taken the tea. Why there would be a reason for me to lose my memories." Qianxun shook his head and then waved his hand. Speaking of tea, he summoned some now. Nice and hot. He waved for Kexing to have one of the cups.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Behind him, floating against the wall in a nest of energy, was a pipa. If one were paying attention they would find that the energy radiating off of it and surrounding it was the same that Qianxun gave off naturally.
The Immortal though, kept sleeping for the time being.
no subject
Another musician.
KExing smiled to himself as he peered up at the instrument. Maybe he could grow to like it after all.
no subject
Sensing no intent to touch the instrument or bring it harm, he didn't comment for the time being and just quietly watched him instead. Just to observe him and see what he would do next.
He was curious.
no subject
He felt Qianxun's gaze and put his hands on his hips to feign disapproval. "What happened to the door?"
no subject
Getting up finally, he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was a little stiff after napping like that but at least it meant that he'd be able to get right back up faster if he needed to. It had certainly paid off for said visit earlier.
no subject
no subject
He gave a wave of his hand to welcome Kexing to sit at the table with him if he so desired.
no subject
He huffed and then plopped in the chair across from Qianxun. Instead of ranting about the old monster, he instead turned his attention back to the pipa. "We have so many musicians here at the Manor. I did not know you were among them."
no subject
So in comparison to himself? It was the easiest way to bring him harm.
no subject
no subject
Turning to the pipa, he reached out to guide it to his hands. Holding it close, his fingers touched the strings lightly. There was no sound just yet since he hadn't played but it was clear he knew how.
no subject
"Why tell me?"
Not that he didn't appreciate having his friend's trust.
no subject
Kexing had shown his worth so he could trust him with this secret. Of that he was certain. There were very few around that he could trust that far but Kexing was on that last.
no subject
no subject
And there was not Immortal of Fate here to consult.
no subject
no subject