[ Xie Lian will be able to feel a wave of near-panic, when he apologizes, Hua Cheng's eyes growing wide. What for...? His hands instinctively reach out to try and stop the other from kneeling, but the older's too determined and his familiar finds him soon at eye level, touching him, letting him in. That familiar path of their connection is becoming a little sharper, closer to how it used to be when Hua Cheng first got his powers back. There's a string of magic, as thin as the one around his finger, that naturally flows into that breach Xie Lian has made for him.
He shivers but it's not the cold, nor the chill that comes with being wet. Rather it's the relief, bordering pleasure of the other's qi rubbing against him, of those hands that hold his face. Hua Cheng relaxes into them, eyelashes fluttering, his cold fingers going to rub at Xie Lian's knuckles.
He gasps softly, his face giving away his surprise when Xie Lian tells him he wasn't displeased with him. The relief that floods him is near solid, like a hug that envelops Xie Lian in return and squeezes him, an echo of thanks reverberating through their bond. ] Did... did gege dislike our closeness so much, that you felt guilty for it? Does something good need a culprit? [ He cannot help wondering, voice soft, giving their entwined fingers a squeeze.
He looks obedient as he gets up, red clothes stained green and muddy, long hair looking like black silk threads, the sheen of water on them. The confession of the other's wish, his want, gives him a shiver. He yearns to fulfill the other's wants and needs, and so he nods, allowing it even if he doesn't like the notion of being looked after, when it should be him giving it all to his master --no, his equal; his other half.
That much qi filling him nearly takes his breath away. It's like being touched all over his skin, Hua Cheng's breathing growing quicker. ] Gege doesn't need to waste so much power on me... [ He glances at him almost pleadingly, for he realizes how much of it is being poured into him. In return, Hua Cheng finally reaches into his magic, thick and warm, like sunlight being cast on Xie Lian, the kiss of warm summer wind in his hair, the whisper of spring in his bones. Hua Cheng merely locked his magic away because he was scared his owner and that qi that had welcomed it didn't want it anymore, but it's still there, aplenty. He won't use it for himself, but he certainly will for Xie Lian. ]
I will have the herbs gathered. [ He promises, for his magic can go and take care of it, as soon as they step past the threshold of home. ] I will prepare a hot bath, gege needs to warm up. [ He offers softly, like he doesn't. His bond betrays him though, the craving for closeness translating into the picture of them sharing the tub, even if on opposite sides, poured right into the other's mind. ]
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He shivers but it's not the cold, nor the chill that comes with being wet. Rather it's the relief, bordering pleasure of the other's qi rubbing against him, of those hands that hold his face. Hua Cheng relaxes into them, eyelashes fluttering, his cold fingers going to rub at Xie Lian's knuckles.
He gasps softly, his face giving away his surprise when Xie Lian tells him he wasn't displeased with him. The relief that floods him is near solid, like a hug that envelops Xie Lian in return and squeezes him, an echo of thanks reverberating through their bond. ] Did... did gege dislike our closeness so much, that you felt guilty for it? Does something good need a culprit? [ He cannot help wondering, voice soft, giving their entwined fingers a squeeze.
He looks obedient as he gets up, red clothes stained green and muddy, long hair looking like black silk threads, the sheen of water on them. The confession of the other's wish, his want, gives him a shiver. He yearns to fulfill the other's wants and needs, and so he nods, allowing it even if he doesn't like the notion of being looked after, when it should be him giving it all to his master --no, his equal; his other half.
That much qi filling him nearly takes his breath away. It's like being touched all over his skin, Hua Cheng's breathing growing quicker. ] Gege doesn't need to waste so much power on me... [ He glances at him almost pleadingly, for he realizes how much of it is being poured into him. In return, Hua Cheng finally reaches into his magic, thick and warm, like sunlight being cast on Xie Lian, the kiss of warm summer wind in his hair, the whisper of spring in his bones. Hua Cheng merely locked his magic away because he was scared his owner and that qi that had welcomed it didn't want it anymore, but it's still there, aplenty. He won't use it for himself, but he certainly will for Xie Lian. ]
I will have the herbs gathered. [ He promises, for his magic can go and take care of it, as soon as they step past the threshold of home. ] I will prepare a hot bath, gege needs to warm up. [ He offers softly, like he doesn't. His bond betrays him though, the craving for closeness translating into the picture of them sharing the tub, even if on opposite sides, poured right into the other's mind. ]