Spiritual Weapon: Loss
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chenqing_100Title: Loss
Author: Zdenka
Word Count/Drabble Type: 200/double drabble
Character(s)/Ship(s): Nie Huaisang & Baxia
Rating/Warnings: T - Grief/mourning, blood, aftermath of canonical character death
Summary: Nie Huaisang is not the only one that mourns his brother.
Author's Notes: Set in novelverse, meaning Nie Mingjue died in the Unclean Realm and his body (and Baxia) didn't disappear after his qi deviation.
on AO3
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“Second Young Master.”
The voice is familiar, but Nie Huaisang doesn’t respond. His finger traces meaningless patterns in the blood staining the stone. He thinks some of it is his.
“Sect Leader—”
He flinches and draws his shoulders in. That title is da-ge’s, only and always.
“Please, young master! We need your help.” He is surprised enough to look up. The Nie disciple continues apologetically, “You’re the only one who can touch Baxia.”
Oh. Baxia lies where it fell, when his brother’s grip slackened. The blade is splashed with blood.
Huaisang stands shakily. He limps over to the saber and hesitates. Baxia has never harmed him—until today. But if da-ge is dead, he thinks recklessly, what does it matter? He grips the hilt.
Baxia knows him at once, comes to him like a dog looking hopefully for its master. He can feel her fierce anger, her brutal strength, the hollow emptiness where her purpose has been torn away.
It’s almost like touching a friend. But Baxia will have to lie in the tomb with his brother, under cold stone. He cleans the blade carefully and sheathes it. Da-ge would want him to take good care of Baxia, until then.
Author: Zdenka
Word Count/Drabble Type: 200/double drabble
Character(s)/Ship(s): Nie Huaisang & Baxia
Rating/Warnings: T - Grief/mourning, blood, aftermath of canonical character death
Summary: Nie Huaisang is not the only one that mourns his brother.
Author's Notes: Set in novelverse, meaning Nie Mingjue died in the Unclean Realm and his body (and Baxia) didn't disappear after his qi deviation.
on AO3
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“Second Young Master.”
The voice is familiar, but Nie Huaisang doesn’t respond. His finger traces meaningless patterns in the blood staining the stone. He thinks some of it is his.
“Sect Leader—”
He flinches and draws his shoulders in. That title is da-ge’s, only and always.
“Please, young master! We need your help.” He is surprised enough to look up. The Nie disciple continues apologetically, “You’re the only one who can touch Baxia.”
Oh. Baxia lies where it fell, when his brother’s grip slackened. The blade is splashed with blood.
Huaisang stands shakily. He limps over to the saber and hesitates. Baxia has never harmed him—until today. But if da-ge is dead, he thinks recklessly, what does it matter? He grips the hilt.
Baxia knows him at once, comes to him like a dog looking hopefully for its master. He can feel her fierce anger, her brutal strength, the hollow emptiness where her purpose has been torn away.
It’s almost like touching a friend. But Baxia will have to lie in the tomb with his brother, under cold stone. He cleans the blade carefully and sheathes it. Da-ge would want him to take good care of Baxia, until then.