[ OOC: He won't be healed until the night of the 26th/27th ]
It begins slowly; his eyesight is a little blurred, there is the occasional buzzing noise that sounds almost like a human voice though he can make out no words. Soon, there are whispers whenever it is quiet and he is alone, malevolent whispers and raw, desperate laughter in a voice that sounds almost like Wei Wuxian's that nightmarish night in Nightless City.
Worthless ... You can't protect anyone ... You will always be second-best the voice is sneering and these are easier to bear, it is the other ones he finds harder to bear. They will leave you like I left ... Do you still not understand why you can't make anybody stay, A-Cheng? ... Nobody can stand you, they're just pretending because they pity you!
At night, the voices whisper loudest to him and sometimes there is screaming, just screaming, and as his eyesight grows ever weaker, false memories take the place of staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Violent deaths - him killing, being killed - and tortures he never experienced while in Wen Chao's hands but that still feel so real he could almost swear he could find the corresponding scars on his body if only he looked hard enough. When it becomes too much, Jiang Cheng bleeds himself, shallow cuts at first, then ever deeper ones with his growing desperation, Sandu never far from his hands.
During the days when he strives to keep up a facade of normalcy, his mood becomes harder to control. He is prone to snapping, going within seconds from rage over the smallest trifle to deep despondency that leaves him too numb even for tears. Weak and tired from sleepless nights, his body still recovering from the rot.
He tries to keep busy, working on the boathouse's repairs and exploring the confines of their cage by day, walking along the lake at night and in the early morning hours, sometimes even going for a swim though he is mindful to keep the innermost layer of his robes on to hide the damage he has been doing to his body, even if patches of red on the purple might betray it.
OTA - starting 24th - blindness & mental effects, cw: self-harm
It begins slowly; his eyesight is a little blurred, there is the occasional buzzing noise that sounds almost like a human voice though he can make out no words. Soon, there are whispers whenever it is quiet and he is alone, malevolent whispers and raw, desperate laughter in a voice that sounds almost like Wei Wuxian's that nightmarish night in Nightless City.
Worthless ... You can't protect anyone ... You will always be second-best the voice is sneering and these are easier to bear, it is the other ones he finds harder to bear. They will leave you like I left ... Do you still not understand why you can't make anybody stay, A-Cheng? ... Nobody can stand you, they're just pretending because they pity you!
At night, the voices whisper loudest to him and sometimes there is screaming, just screaming, and as his eyesight grows ever weaker, false memories take the place of staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Violent deaths - him killing, being killed - and tortures he never experienced while in Wen Chao's hands but that still feel so real he could almost swear he could find the corresponding scars on his body if only he looked hard enough. When it becomes too much, Jiang Cheng bleeds himself, shallow cuts at first, then ever deeper ones with his growing desperation, Sandu never far from his hands.
During the days when he strives to keep up a facade of normalcy, his mood becomes harder to control. He is prone to snapping, going within seconds from rage over the smallest trifle to deep despondency that leaves him too numb even for tears. Weak and tired from sleepless nights, his body still recovering from the rot.
He tries to keep busy, working on the boathouse's repairs and exploring the confines of their cage by day, walking along the lake at night and in the early morning hours, sometimes even going for a swim though he is mindful to keep the innermost layer of his robes on to hide the damage he has been doing to his body, even if patches of red on the purple might betray it.