No! ( the answer bubbles out of him reflexively. and then, waving his free hand almost comically back and forth, ) No, I mean yes? I mean, ( flushed, he takes a breath, exhales, ) I like...they are both good? Um.
( he's as eager to reassure him as he is to make sense of the flood of heat coursing through him, making him dizzy. the feverish warmth in his cheeks seems everywhere now, and he shivers with each touch, unconsciously leaning into it. the word "master" is a bit sobering though, in that it confuses him, and xie lian raises his head as the other lowers his gaze. he blinks, dumbfounded, then reaches out one hand -- the one without the string, which stays in the other's hold -- to pet at his face and then scratch behind his ear before catching himself! he's still treating him like a cat! his fingers freeze there and self conscious sheepish laughter trickles up again as xie lian...
starts to babble. )
Ah ha...well. I sorry what? "Master"? You don't have to call me that...um. And I'm not scared, really I'm not! I was just surprised. Xiao Hua is welcome in any form he likes. I, you know, it's...and maybe I'll open the window. It is sort of warm, isn't it?
( and xie lian has just pulled away, one leg off the bed before he stops again, looking over his shoulder, )
...or is Xiao Hua cold? You don't have fur anymore...
( he sort of knows he sounds ridiculous but he's overwhelmed. the heat from before hasn't rescinded. it tingles along his every nerve and indeed makes xie lian lose his balance now. some of it is his magic responding to the near full fledged form of the being he has not yet understood is his familiar. some of it is "xiao hua"'s feelings. and some of it is xie lian's feelings. it's just that he's never actually had those before, not in this way at least. even as he tries to remember the foundational spells he was meant to use to practice and grow his magic, spells of purity and abstinence, but none of them come. )
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( he's as eager to reassure him as he is to make sense of the flood of heat coursing through him, making him dizzy. the feverish warmth in his cheeks seems everywhere now, and he shivers with each touch, unconsciously leaning into it. the word "master" is a bit sobering though, in that it confuses him, and xie lian raises his head as the other lowers his gaze. he blinks, dumbfounded, then reaches out one hand -- the one without the string, which stays in the other's hold -- to pet at his face and then scratch behind his ear before catching himself! he's still treating him like a cat! his fingers freeze there and self conscious sheepish laughter trickles up again as xie lian...
starts to babble. )
Ah ha...well. I sorry what? "Master"? You don't have to call me that...um. And I'm not scared, really I'm not! I was just surprised. Xiao Hua is welcome in any form he likes. I, you know, it's...and maybe I'll open the window. It is sort of warm, isn't it?
( and xie lian has just pulled away, one leg off the bed before he stops again, looking over his shoulder, )
...or is Xiao Hua cold? You don't have fur anymore...
( he sort of knows he sounds ridiculous but he's overwhelmed. the heat from before hasn't rescinded. it tingles along his every nerve and indeed makes xie lian lose his balance now. some of it is his magic responding to the near full fledged form of the being he has not yet understood is his familiar. some of it is "xiao hua"'s feelings. and some of it is xie lian's feelings. it's just that he's never actually had those before, not in this way at least. even as he tries to remember the foundational spells he was meant to use to practice and grow his magic, spells of purity and abstinence, but none of them come. )