⋆ it is touch that returns to him first. then, paper rustling, footsteps, voices.. slowly, surely. it is like an ocean, rippling waves rising and receding as he floats, waiting to drift to the surface. it’s a gradual process. there is the faint feeling of something poured down his throat, his body moving, but not of his own volition.. by the actions of others, perhaps? but he would not know, and barely thought of it at all. it’s a very long time before he gets close enough to the surface, and even longer before he manages to gain just a sliver of awareness. but it is the pain that strikes then, stabbing into his temple and the center of his chest, ( a distant memory, someone’s spear, someone that is feng-ge but somehow not ) and the groan that falls from parted lips is unconscious, inevitable. through blurry vision he gazes at his surroundings, movements slowed, light piercing phantom pains in his mind, and he can just barely make out a familiar figure. he is familiar but also not, older, wearing a different uniform ( that’s a higher rank than he remembers, ) confusion blurs rationality as he struggles to sit up, to look around, to force his dry throat and voice to work. ⋆ xiang.. ? what.. what happened? feng-ge, he’s.. disappeared —-
/ u get lit. n if i said! post phantylia delirium lol we moved on from 2.1 too quickly
