[ hua cheng sighs when he feels xie lian's distinct worry from his voice and their bond, the tightness of the other's chest echoing through his own. to earn his master's worry, he never thought this day would come. he's embarrassingly happy, plain and simple, more heat through their connection and the stable, lingering presence of contentment in it --i want to stay like this with you forever. ]
I'm okay, gege. I... simply do not have warmth in this form. [ he tries to explain it as simply as he can. it's not a lie, per se. he doesn't want to tell xie lian that he's not entirely alive, not anymore. he's something that lingers far beyond that, in darkness and spooky tales told to children so they won't go out at night on their own. he doesn't want to make him worry even more --and truthfully, a part of him fears rejection. would xie lian be disgusted, being touched by the dead?
he sighs, the pleasured puff of breath accidentally pressed against the other's ear, when he starts getting petted again, tilting his head into it. he yearns for xie lian to never stop touching him. every moment they're this close, skin rubbing together and fingers buried in his hair, their magic entwines and hua cheng's feeds xie lian, a nearly dry seedling growing steadily into a sapling.
hua cheng watches amused ruoye and, out of xie lian's line of sight, he sticks the tip of his tongue out to tease it. he holds him a little tighter as he rubs the tip of his nose against the shell of xie lian's ear, all while looking at the strip of silk. he seems to be telling it that it's not the only one who can wrap itself around xie lian anymore. ]
Gege... now do you know who I am? [ he wonders, voice soft and deep whispered in his ear. of course he's xiao hua, but that's not what he means. ] Can you feel who I am? [ as he floods their bond with his pure magic, like he's touching the older through every nerve ending, along each muscle and down to the tip of his long locks. they're one thing. xie lian ought to know what hua cheng is to him. ]
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I'm okay, gege. I... simply do not have warmth in this form. [ he tries to explain it as simply as he can. it's not a lie, per se. he doesn't want to tell xie lian that he's not entirely alive, not anymore. he's something that lingers far beyond that, in darkness and spooky tales told to children so they won't go out at night on their own. he doesn't want to make him worry even more --and truthfully, a part of him fears rejection. would xie lian be disgusted, being touched by the dead?
he sighs, the pleasured puff of breath accidentally pressed against the other's ear, when he starts getting petted again, tilting his head into it. he yearns for xie lian to never stop touching him. every moment they're this close, skin rubbing together and fingers buried in his hair, their magic entwines and hua cheng's feeds xie lian, a nearly dry seedling growing steadily into a sapling.
hua cheng watches amused ruoye and, out of xie lian's line of sight, he sticks the tip of his tongue out to tease it. he holds him a little tighter as he rubs the tip of his nose against the shell of xie lian's ear, all while looking at the strip of silk. he seems to be telling it that it's not the only one who can wrap itself around xie lian anymore. ]
Gege... now do you know who I am? [ he wonders, voice soft and deep whispered in his ear. of course he's xiao hua, but that's not what he means. ] Can you feel who I am? [ as he floods their bond with his pure magic, like he's touching the older through every nerve ending, along each muscle and down to the tip of his long locks. they're one thing. xie lian ought to know what hua cheng is to him. ]