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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 1:44 am
For once in his life, he just couldn't bring any words forth. But the boy left him.. Vanished right before his eyes..
"I'll miss you.." He managed to murmur after standing there quiet for quite some time. He was left alone.. Alone with this one, this dragon, this boy who seem so adamant on hating him. He was still here, atleast..
"I will go home now, alright..? You take care, okay..?" Ah.. He finally felt exhaustion set in on him as well.
"One last thing though.." Renshu turned towards the pink dragon, taking his hands into his own, just as he had done with Liu Sheng. And just as he did with the older boy, he pressed his lips against Fu Ts'ang, though this time, they lingered just a few seconds more.
"I hope to see you again, Fu Ts'ang." he whispered every so softly against his lips, before grinning at him, turning on his heel and darting away, hoping that his departure left the other confused and maybe even a wee bit angry. That should help take his mind off of the loss of their friend, right?
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 1:52 am
Fu Ts'ang lifted hand to touch the tips of his fingers to his lips, feeling them tingle a bit, as Renshu ran off, leaving him standing there alone in the graveyard, "Damn brat!" He called out after him, wanting to chase after him to give him a swift kick in the backside... instead he merely stood there, sighing a bit as he turned to look at the grave they were standing in front of. It felt... strange, to think that the entire time they had been traveling with a ghost. He had seemed so real though, he'd talked with them, ate and drank with them, was able to make contact with them. It was just... strange... and now he was gone. It was only due to the festival that he'd appeared in the first place, wasn't it?
"I want to go back." He muttered to himself, hurrying down the path that they had come up, and found himself face to face with his guardian who was waiting at the entrace to the graveyard. He walked over to the tall, cloaked man, starring up at him for a moment... then sighed as he stepped in closer to him, catching hold of the front of his cloak, and rested his head against his midsection, "I'm tired... carry me." He said in as demanding a tone as he could muster at the moment though even to his own ears it sounded weak.
Dao Ye Shou starred down at him for a moment before he swept him up, holding the little dragon close so he could wrap him in his cloak, and headed away from the graveyard, "It seems you have had quite the night. How about you rest and I will get us to where we are staying tonight." He murmured, eager for rest himself after the job he'd take on. It was never easy taking out those of high status but it was always worth it. They would enjoy the money come tomorrow, for now it was time for everyone to sleep. In fact they'd barely made it a block before Fu Ts'ang was snoozing away in the assassin's arms, spent after the highly emotional night he'd had... and while he wouldn't admit it, ever, he found himself dreaming of a certain golden haired 'weirdo'.
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