Of course, Nie Huaisang is on the training ground. These days, all he's ever allowed to do is study, practice, and sleep. And despite all of this time and effort, he still isn't improving. His saber doesn't feel any lighter and the air in Qinghe grows heavier by the day, suffocating him slowly. Each day gets harder than the next. Something's changing in Qinghe, he can feel it in his bones like an animal sensing an impending storm on the horizon but he's said nothing of it out loud to anyone, carrying on with the happy-go-lucky facade he's hidden himself behind for as long as he can remember.
He knows. Nie Mingjue doesn't know he knows but he knows.
The familiar sight of golden robes in the sky brightens his mood, his eyes lighting up in an instant. It gives away to a cry of alarm and dismay. A metallic thud is immediately heard a second later as Nie Huaisang drops his saber and scurries over.
"San-ge! San-ge! Are you all right?"
His voice is filled with concern as falls to his knees beside him, hands moving to check for a pulse, broken bones, or any kind of wound his hyper-anxious mind might dream up at the moment.
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Date: 2022-09-10 10:33 pm (UTC)He knows. Nie Mingjue doesn't know he knows but he knows.
The familiar sight of golden robes in the sky brightens his mood, his eyes lighting up in an instant. It gives away to a cry of alarm and dismay. A metallic thud is immediately heard a second later as Nie Huaisang drops his saber and scurries over.
"San-ge! San-ge! Are you all right?"
His voice is filled with concern as falls to his knees beside him, hands moving to check for a pulse, broken bones, or any kind of wound his hyper-anxious mind might dream up at the moment.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"