#bc wwx is closer to lsz’s age than lwj’s mentally and physically after the timeskip

[fistfuloflightning]

Lan Sizhui’s words are terrifying. Don’t move, don’t make a sound, I’ll be back when it’s over. And they’ve always been black for as long as he can remember. The other disciples his age have their soulmate’s last words in shades of skintone not their own, like delicately crafted scars that are easy to overlook. Warm and alive and welcoming. But his are black.

He’s eighteen when they change. He’s never heard of soulmate marks changing—fading to grey if the dead was brought back as a fierce corpse, but never changed. Like he was given a second chance—or the other was. But the black thaws to a shade paler than his own skin, the characters red and raw looking. Like they’d been cut into his arm. Like they were never meant to be there. I’ll be here when you wake, A’Yuan.

And those words terrify him even more.

Because apparently he’s fated to keep losing them, over and over again. He has no memory of the first, and his father cannot or will not answer when he asks.

And so Lan Sizhui waits for the day he loses everything all over again.