MingYu

4

Note: [Text] = Thoughts-one-has | [Text]= Thoughts-one-has-but-doesn't-want-to-acknowledge-it

Warnings: the usual depressive and suicidal thoughts, angst (because we can't live without it), bouts of misplaced and rightful anger and miscommunication. If any of these triggers you, please don't read.

Author's Notes: Lo and behold, this the chapter (a section in this paragraph, to be more accurate) that kickstarted this entire AU. MingYu may be ooc over here, but it doesn't matters anymore. Things are quickly going to derail from here, so canon-divergence is going to be noticeable

Please note that there will be some miscommunication going on, specially between MingYu and the rest. So while MingYu is doing things because he wants to die, the others are thinking 'holy shit, this person knows what he's doing.' This will become more pronounced as the story continues.  Hit me up on Tumblr @finoalcielo for any prompts or asks about this fic! I would love to answer them and get more inspiration! 

A soft but sad melody filled the open but dim-lit yard. By this point, all living creatures residing there had come to expect the song being played, considering how many times it had been played... and there were no signs of any living creatures. No animals, no birds, nothing.

Except for ghosts.

Wei MingYu sighed as he heard the telltale signs of shuffling, giggling soon heard as two heads popped behind him, both of them hugging him. [He should not have been able to touch these apparitions, but he could. Ever since he left the Burial Mounds.]

"Stygian, Amulet," he murmurs as a gentle breeze blows, belying the tensions between the 5 great sects. "Have they all fallen asleep?"

He only hears giggles. The same answer ever since a few days ago. Sighing, he knew that all members of Jiangs make an effort to pass by here at least once. So far, the siblings and their father had been by. Their mother coming later in the night.

At least they have the foresight to not disturb him.

He sighed contently as he slid further in his seat, basking in the rare moment of peace. He was never left alone, the Stygian Tiger Amulet not leaving him, and while he hated it [oh, the destruction it caused. He should never have made it], he was also attached to it. [They were the only ones left that liked him.]

If he were to ever find the sword in this world, he would seal it for destroying it had cost his life. [Or so he had hoped. But he was still alive, in a different accursed world].

But it seems that these demonic entities seemed to transcend space and time, having memories that did not belong to this world but not his either. It was interesting. [It was nice to know he isn't completely alone in this foreign world. A world that seems to be faring much better. The Jiangs didn't hate him, and he almost felt jealous of his younger self.]

"You should not accompany yourself with inhuman beings for so long."

Even though I am more comfortable with them than I am with humans, Lan Zhan?

"Those are ghosts, right?"

"Mn."

"...Then what are they doing?"

"Well~ this is the tenth time that my blanket has been stolen by them."