[This is when he'll find out what those choking sounds are: Dan Feng's mouth working, lips cracked and bloody, nothing coming out. He's bitten his tongue nearly all the way through, and under the blood running down his face and chin, there's raw, bloody scratches on his throat, like he's tried tearing it out.]
[He'd been chewed on spectacularly by a massive undead thing then he'd been literally taken apart piece by excruciating piece and then made into a sentient pile of limbs and then had to be burnt into a crisp by Jing Yuan and then had to be put together halfway and humiliated and then had to beg for Blade to kill him and had to lie here and hide and fall into mara alone and in the dark as he screamed with a voice he didn't have and Dan Feng wants for once in his wretched life for someone to tell him he'll be okay.
He starts fingerspelling out Dan Heng's name. Gives up, and just fumbles his hands one over the other, in the vague shape of a maple leaf.]
[It's supposed to help, that's why he asked for it, so why does it make him feel worse to be comforted?
He presses his face into Dan Heng's shoulder, hands winding around his back, breath hitching wet- and then he turns his face and bites down at the crook of his neck, over fabric, as he tries to lean his weight and overbalance Dan Heng.]
[he. honestly gets it instantly, which is upsetting in its own way. his own hand on dan feng's back had subconsciously signed sun for jing yuan. even with jumbled, faint memories, it isn't a hard guess these days.]
I... should have helped. I was seeing things. Hallucinating. So I didn't realize...
[Dan Feng squirms a little bit so he's sitting on the morgue drawer AND wiping off his bloody throat on Dan Heng's clothes (thanks), bracketing Dan Heng's hips with his knees.
He leans in for what seems to be a kiss before he remembers himself.]
Don't look so surprised. [He stares at his own hands for a moment, before making the same sign Dan Heng did for] Jing Yuan told me I should ask before I do things to people. I do not understand this but it makes him happy.
[He leans in- to kiss Dan Heng chastely, a peck on the lips.] Does asking make you happy?
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Dan Feng...
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Stop that.
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He lifts his crusty blood-smeared hands, and says, in IPC standard sign:]
Kill me?
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...Is there no alternative?
[he can tell he's been suffering.]
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[He'd been chewed on spectacularly by a massive undead thing then he'd been literally taken apart piece by excruciating piece and then made into a sentient pile of limbs and then had to be burnt into a crisp by Jing Yuan and then had to be put together halfway and humiliated and then had to beg for Blade to kill him and had to lie here and hide and fall into mara alone and in the dark as he screamed with a voice he didn't have and Dan Feng wants for once in his wretched life for someone to tell him he'll be okay.
He starts fingerspelling out Dan Heng's name. Gives up, and just fumbles his hands one over the other, in the vague shape of a maple leaf.]
Hug?
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I'm here. I'm sorry.
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He presses his face into Dan Heng's shoulder, hands winding around his back, breath hitching wet- and then he turns his face and bites down at the crook of his neck, over fabric, as he tries to lean his weight and overbalance Dan Heng.]
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leaning heavily on him though, gnawing on him for a good bit before just slumping against his chest.]
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stroking his hair, gentle.]
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I saw it happen to another, though.
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Someone tried to heal me. And it was. [He turns his face into Dan Heng's skin.] It was wrong. She healed me like how Yaoshi would.
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I'm so sorry.
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He killed me. Had to. Hurt.
[Blade's handsign is immediate, though if it made sense to anyone who wasn't Dan Feng, he's not sure, and he probably does not care.]
My star killed me again. I felt you hold my hand.
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I... should have helped. I was seeing things. Hallucinating. So I didn't realize...
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Are you all right?
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[he seems earnest enough, if exhausted.]
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[Dan Feng squirms a little bit so he's sitting on the morgue drawer AND wiping off his bloody throat on Dan Heng's clothes (thanks), bracketing Dan Heng's hips with his knees.
He leans in for what seems to be a kiss before he remembers himself.]
Can I kiss you?
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he's surprised by the asking, but only momentarily.]
... Yes.
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[He leans in- to kiss Dan Heng chastely, a peck on the lips.] Does asking make you happy?
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[giving him the teeniest little smile, fond.]
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