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Dull Obsidian Eyes by SevensOutlet
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
03 Aug 2025
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Mu Qing sat beneath the sloped roof of one of Nan Yang’s many temples scattered across the mortal realm, the weight in his chest far heavier than the wounds he bore. The air was still, save for the rapid thud of his heart beating wildly not just from the frantic escape he’d just endured, but from something far less tangible, far more suffocating.
Before him stood the stone likeness of Feng Xin, carved in reverence but lacking the warmth and life of the man it represented. The statue offered no comfort, only the stark reminder of who he had nearly called out to. Who he might have to.
Whatever had attacked him had worn the faces of people he once trusted. It had cursed him, drained him, left him barely clinging to consciousness. His spiritual energy was too weak to use the communication array, his limbs trembling from the weight of pain and confusion.
Mu Qing knew what had to be done.
But doubt clung to him like a second skin. Would Feng Xin hear him if he prayed? And if he did… would he come?
Would he care?
TLDR: Mu Qing needs to pray at a Nan Yang temple for help. Feng Xin was late leaving Mu Qing to be tortured.
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hi ren hello ren this is me telling u that this is high on my rec list for u once youve actually read tgcf bc it actually has some angst (peep the hurt/comfort tag!!!!! *jingles bell* look!!!!!! its ur favorite!!!!!!!)
enjoy :D
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The slow burn ugh
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3.contunue
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Mu Qing sat beneath the sloped roof of one of Nan Yang’s many temples scattered across the mortal realm, the weight in his chest far heavier than the wounds he bore. The air was still, save for the rapid thud of his heart beating wildly not just from the frantic escape he’d just endured, but from something far less tangible, far more suffocating.
Before him stood the stone likeness of Feng Xin, carved in reverence but lacking the warmth and life of the man it represented. The statue offered no comfort, only the stark reminder of who he had nearly called out to. Who he might have to.
Whatever had attacked him had worn the faces of people he once trusted. It had cursed him, drained him, left him barely clinging to consciousness. His spiritual energy was too weak to use the communication array, his limbs trembling from the weight of pain and confusion.
Mu Qing knew what had to be done.
But doubt clung to him like a second skin. Would Feng Xin hear him if he prayed? And if he did… would he come?
Would he care?
TLDR: Mu Qing needs to pray at a Nan Yang temple for help. Feng Xin was late leaving Mu Qing to be tortured.