( it feels like there is a lot of time in which xie lian can barely respond, the more he becomes awake the more familiar this person becomes and yet he has never met such a person. he would remember this face. an unintelligible sound escapes him as he feels that leg hook, but he does not pull away, eyes widening at the question. how did he know? the minimal magic xie lian has would only necessarily be discernible by two, maybe three people, and, if he had one, a familiar. not that he needs one. he has been perfectly content with xiao hua —
— . . .
don't you recognize me?
details come into focus. the color of the eyes. the red string. the collar. even the way that face leans into his hand.
!?
it can't be.
and yet, when xie lian reaches out to feel for that familiar magic that had always gently surrounded xiao hua, it's as good as confirmation, despite it being so much stronger, overwhelming even, all but radiating off of the person holding him. his own heart is out of control, and the hand not held to the other's face is still pressed to his own face, sort of covering it sort of not, fingers splayed. magic signatures are what non magic users might equate to unique as fingerprints. there are no two just alike, no matter the origins.
xie lian's mind goes in circles until he can't remember what he was asked first, and out of habit he shakes his head. nightmares...it doesn't matter. it's fine.
ah. )
...Xiao Hua?
( he refrains from commenting that the bed was perfectly big enough just moments ago, even the slight shift of his body causing them to touch so he goes still. but when he breathes in, it's xiao hua but not. it's...like his magic, much stronger, the shape a little different, as if xie lian had been exposed to only the outermost ring of something secret and personal. his scent is both the same and different too, and it makes xie lian's head spin, floods his sense of smell and taste. he was already warm, flushed pink in all the telltale places, and that doesn't show any signs of changing any time soon, xie lian having a moment of insanity in which he almost leans forward to bury his face against a very human neck the way he would have also done with xiao hua...er xiao hua the cat. he stops himself beforehand, but it doesn't do much to curtail his inner embarrassment.
whenever xie lian would change, he noticed xiao hua would disappear into another room or hide his face. he would laugh and talk to him and tell him it's okay, not sincerely thinking it was a matter of modesty. xiao hua walked around without clothes every day after all! a point xie lian made to him affectionately off and on. now...
ahhhh....
the internal screaming might take a while.
xie lian's sleep clothes are akin to a sleeping hanfu, plain and white. simple. strangely he feels very at home in this ensemble, if one could call it that. though when he goes out to collect scraps from the local shops or forage in the nearby forests, he dresses much more subtly. with all his scrambling and almost falling, the robe has come loose, threatening to skew off of one shoulder but xie lian is so caught up in xiao hua — was it the eclipse?! will he change back?! ahhh....— he doesn't notice it at all. )
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— . . .
don't you recognize me?
details come into focus. the color of the eyes. the red string. the collar. even the way that face leans into his hand.
!?
it can't be.
and yet, when xie lian reaches out to feel for that familiar magic that had always gently surrounded xiao hua, it's as good as confirmation, despite it being so much stronger, overwhelming even, all but radiating off of the person holding him. his own heart is out of control, and the hand not held to the other's face is still pressed to his own face, sort of covering it sort of not, fingers splayed. magic signatures are what non magic users might equate to unique as fingerprints. there are no two just alike, no matter the origins.
xie lian's mind goes in circles until he can't remember what he was asked first, and out of habit he shakes his head. nightmares...it doesn't matter. it's fine.
ah. )
...Xiao Hua?
( he refrains from commenting that the bed was perfectly big enough just moments ago, even the slight shift of his body causing them to touch so he goes still. but when he breathes in, it's xiao hua but not. it's...like his magic, much stronger, the shape a little different, as if xie lian had been exposed to only the outermost ring of something secret and personal. his scent is both the same and different too, and it makes xie lian's head spin, floods his sense of smell and taste. he was already warm, flushed pink in all the telltale places, and that doesn't show any signs of changing any time soon, xie lian having a moment of insanity in which he almost leans forward to bury his face against a very human neck the way he would have also done with xiao hua...er xiao hua the cat. he stops himself beforehand, but it doesn't do much to curtail his inner embarrassment.
whenever xie lian would change, he noticed xiao hua would disappear into another room or hide his face. he would laugh and talk to him and tell him it's okay, not sincerely thinking it was a matter of modesty. xiao hua walked around without clothes every day after all! a point xie lian made to him affectionately off and on. now...
ahhhh....
the internal screaming might take a while.
xie lian's sleep clothes are akin to a sleeping hanfu, plain and white. simple. strangely he feels very at home in this ensemble, if one could call it that. though when he goes out to collect scraps from the local shops or forage in the nearby forests, he dresses much more subtly. with all his scrambling and almost falling, the robe has come loose, threatening to skew off of one shoulder but xie lian is so caught up in xiao hua — was it the eclipse?! will he change back?! ahhh....— he doesn't notice it at all. )