( dizzy with their connection, soothed by the motions of hua cheng's fingers, a little overwhelmed just from the way hua cheng looks at him, xie lian's hands pause about halfway through braiding, seeming for all the world like he might drift off into something like sleep. he doesn't, not drowsy so much as delirious with overstimulation, and this so far protects him from his own would-be self consciousness or shyness. even as his eyes are about to register hua cheng's precise state of undress, his familiar starts to lavish kisses to his hand in a way that makes him sigh and stutter for air briefly. xie lian's eyes, low-lidded, find his, murmuring to ruoye briefly to be good since he can feel it wrapping and re-wrapping around his arm, the way it does when it gets defensive.
hua cheng's words make him blink, peering at the flicker of red. it had been a part of his collar, but the magic emanating from it feels new, or newly awakened, somehow connected to hua cheng himself. thinking this, xie lian's gaze flits back and forth. )
En....I do, but I'm sorry...I haven't heard of E'ming, but I would like to.
( tentatively his free hand reaches towards the blinking eye, using just the curve of his fingertip to smooth along what is arguably the frame or the eyelid, depending how you look at it. the trilling sort of noise it makes is compounded by the childlike happiness, almost giddy, and it floods xie lian's senses in a way that is golden and incredibly pure. and again there is that feeling of something...familiar. something known. but he cannot discern precisely what. he blinks, still peering at the eye that seems for all the world to be smiling, giving it most of his attention despite how ruoye peeks out of his sleeve again. it's only when he feels it tickling along the back of his arm that he once again offers it reassurance, smiling in turn, first ruoye, then e'ming, then hua cheng, lingering on the last...
...which leads to him finally noticing the obvious this whole time: hua cheng was not wearing clothes as a cat, so of course he isn't magically wearing any as a person! the spring pink in xie lian's complexion blooms to a burning red and he ends up reclaiming both his hands just to cover his face. since his palms are pressed a bit tightly, his words get muffled against them, )
S-San Lang...let me...ah...get you something...you know...to wear...?
( and then he splays his fingers and peeks through them anyway to at least look at his face, laughing sheepishly still into his own hands. )
Ha... ha I can't...um... believe I didn't ...offer before!
( yes he can. he was rather in a near bewitched state after all, as close to drunk as he has ever been off of the waking of their bond, which even now seems to wend around them like an unbreakable red string. )
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hua cheng's words make him blink, peering at the flicker of red. it had been a part of his collar, but the magic emanating from it feels new, or newly awakened, somehow connected to hua cheng himself. thinking this, xie lian's gaze flits back and forth. )
En....I do, but I'm sorry...I haven't heard of E'ming, but I would like to.
( tentatively his free hand reaches towards the blinking eye, using just the curve of his fingertip to smooth along what is arguably the frame or the eyelid, depending how you look at it. the trilling sort of noise it makes is compounded by the childlike happiness, almost giddy, and it floods xie lian's senses in a way that is golden and incredibly pure. and again there is that feeling of something...familiar. something known. but he cannot discern precisely what. he blinks, still peering at the eye that seems for all the world to be smiling, giving it most of his attention despite how ruoye peeks out of his sleeve again. it's only when he feels it tickling along the back of his arm that he once again offers it reassurance, smiling in turn, first ruoye, then e'ming, then hua cheng, lingering on the last...
...which leads to him finally noticing the obvious this whole time: hua cheng was not wearing clothes as a cat, so of course he isn't magically wearing any as a person! the spring pink in xie lian's complexion blooms to a burning red and he ends up reclaiming both his hands just to cover his face. since his palms are pressed a bit tightly, his words get muffled against them, )
S-San Lang...let me...ah...get you something...you know...to wear...?
( and then he splays his fingers and peeks through them anyway to at least look at his face, laughing sheepishly still into his own hands. )
Ha... ha I can't...um... believe I didn't ...offer before!
( yes he can. he was rather in a near bewitched state after all, as close to drunk as he has ever been off of the waking of their bond, which even now seems to wend around them like an unbreakable red string. )