[Closed] A chill to warm the sadness
Dec. 25th, 2025 10:25 pmWHO: Shang Qinghua and Xie Lian
WHAT: A mission and an ice skating date for distraction purposes
WHEN: Christmas Eve
WHERE: Various places in Winter
WARNINGS: Sad boys, because Hua Cheng was sent home
Maybe he should have expected it might happen. His king had been sent away, after all. But that didn't make Hua Cheng's vanishing any easier. Not for Shang Qinghua, who'd really come to like the ghost, and certainly not for Xie Lian, his actual husband.
But if there was one thing that Shang Qinghua, lord of An Ding, knew made for great distraction, it was having something to do. And a trip to some caves filled with bioluminescent plants to do some harvesting sounded like just the place to start.
Well, the start was getting out their door, but not until he was satisfied with how warmly the god was bundled up.
"I got some protective gloves from the Research Center, so we can pull those over the warm ones when we get there," Qinghua said, making sure Xie Lian's cloak was fastened. Because fussing over someone was another way he could push away feelings he didn't have time for.
WHAT: A mission and an ice skating date for distraction purposes
WHEN: Christmas Eve
WHERE: Various places in Winter
WARNINGS: Sad boys, because Hua Cheng was sent home
Maybe he should have expected it might happen. His king had been sent away, after all. But that didn't make Hua Cheng's vanishing any easier. Not for Shang Qinghua, who'd really come to like the ghost, and certainly not for Xie Lian, his actual husband.
But if there was one thing that Shang Qinghua, lord of An Ding, knew made for great distraction, it was having something to do. And a trip to some caves filled with bioluminescent plants to do some harvesting sounded like just the place to start.
Well, the start was getting out their door, but not until he was satisfied with how warmly the god was bundled up.
"I got some protective gloves from the Research Center, so we can pull those over the warm ones when we get there," Qinghua said, making sure Xie Lian's cloak was fastened. Because fussing over someone was another way he could push away feelings he didn't have time for.
