[ there's the flick of a finger and xie lian stills mid-air, floats and doesn't fall, as hua cheng smiles warmly, a hint of amusement in the light of his eyes at witnessing the other's cute reaction. he frowns softly just a beat later, though, while he reaches out, large hands gripping xie lian's upper arms with unexpected gentleness and he pulls him on the bed again, terribly close to him. to be fair, he could've made the bed bigger with the same movement of his finger, but that would've meant no excuse to stick to his master and hua cheng is too mischievous for that. ]
Gege, don't forget the bed is barely big enough for us. [ he reminds him gently, the shadow of a tease in his tone. he knows perfectly why panic ensued and xie lian moved away so abruptly, but he treats it as if the other did it just because of sleepiness.
with the frames of two young men, the single bed is terribly small, to the point that hua cheng hooks one of his long legs against the other's, blanket shielding them from physical contact. his hands have been lingering around his elbows, chests facing one another to the point they almost graze at each inhale. xie lian is warm from embarrassment and hua cheng basks in the way that spreads his scent all around him, envelops him. that's one of the things he's loved, of sharing such closeness with xie lian all this time: being drenched in his scent, belonging to him so intimately without the other even realizing. ]
Did you have a nightmare again? [ he wonders if xie lian ever has dreams that aren't bad at all. not even his breathing changes, his self-control so deeply-rooted, yet he can feel the shifts in his magic while he sleeps, the spikes it reaches when he feels threatened.
hua cheng takes his hand and brings it to his face, leaning his cheek into his palm and smiling at him sweetly. his behaviour is so terribly similar to that affectionate black cat, xie lian is bound to notice it. he presses his lips to the heel of his hand. ] Gege, I've always been here by your side. Don't you recognize me? [ his eye smile is just like the way xiao hua narrowed his eyes in happiness and affection upon looking at him, his red eye not menacing at all.
he leads his hand to the top of his head, drags it to stroke his hair, just like xie lian always stroked his fur. ] I want gege to always find me. [ he mutters, voice low and nearly sultry, replying to the words he told him when he gifted him that red thread. ]
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Gege, don't forget the bed is barely big enough for us. [ he reminds him gently, the shadow of a tease in his tone. he knows perfectly why panic ensued and xie lian moved away so abruptly, but he treats it as if the other did it just because of sleepiness.
with the frames of two young men, the single bed is terribly small, to the point that hua cheng hooks one of his long legs against the other's, blanket shielding them from physical contact. his hands have been lingering around his elbows, chests facing one another to the point they almost graze at each inhale. xie lian is warm from embarrassment and hua cheng basks in the way that spreads his scent all around him, envelops him. that's one of the things he's loved, of sharing such closeness with xie lian all this time: being drenched in his scent, belonging to him so intimately without the other even realizing. ]
Did you have a nightmare again? [ he wonders if xie lian ever has dreams that aren't bad at all. not even his breathing changes, his self-control so deeply-rooted, yet he can feel the shifts in his magic while he sleeps, the spikes it reaches when he feels threatened.
hua cheng takes his hand and brings it to his face, leaning his cheek into his palm and smiling at him sweetly. his behaviour is so terribly similar to that affectionate black cat, xie lian is bound to notice it. he presses his lips to the heel of his hand. ] Gege, I've always been here by your side. Don't you recognize me? [ his eye smile is just like the way xiao hua narrowed his eyes in happiness and affection upon looking at him, his red eye not menacing at all.
he leads his hand to the top of his head, drags it to stroke his hair, just like xie lian always stroked his fur. ] I want gege to always find me. [ he mutters, voice low and nearly sultry, replying to the words he told him when he gifted him that red thread. ]