( he makes with a start. kissing is one thing, but stripping naked is another — he's still tried to protect song lan from this particular faucet of their relationship over time, but somethings are just a little too much to do in front of other people, regardless of how likely they are to kill you or not. he isn't particularly ashamed, although he thinks song lan in turn will shame him — and maybe this is how xue yang means to get rid of him, to shatter this bit of odd peace that has settled in their trio.
but. he can't deny it. when song lan leaves there are parts of xiao xingchen he takes with him — parts of him that will never be whole, unless they're all together.
strangely enough, song lan doesn't turn tail and leave. in fact, he comes closer, which is all xingchen wanted in the first place — connection if not understanding, togetherness if not acceptance. the severity of his anger alludes xingchen, but what doesn't go unnoticed is xue yang's mouth from his skin, song lan's sudden presence in front of him.
trying to protect him? or — )
Zichen. ( his expression is just a little stern. gracefully, and somewhat seductively, he stands and he tucks the robe from his shoulders, letting the fabric pool down at his feet. suddenly this warm night is very, very cold, but xingchen has a masterful amount of ideas in how to heat himself. ) Tell us, then. If you have stories, I want to hear them. You — ( he hesitates, before reaching a blind hand out to his arm, he other sliding up to pad around his face, until he finds the heights of his lips. xingchen sighs, and tries to remember what he looks like. ) You don't have to be so alone. Not here, with us.
We're family. Zichen.
( and a pause, before he leans in forehead to forehead, and then mouth to mouth, once his fingers move out of the way. that hand falls down and reaches blindly out to the side, making grabby hands for xue yang's hand, or his hair, or whatever finds itself closest to him. to pull him up, maybe, and get in on this particular action. )
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( he makes with a start. kissing is one thing, but stripping naked is another — he's still tried to protect song lan from this particular faucet of their relationship over time, but somethings are just a little too much to do in front of other people, regardless of how likely they are to kill you or not. he isn't particularly ashamed, although he thinks song lan in turn will shame him — and maybe this is how xue yang means to get rid of him, to shatter this bit of odd peace that has settled in their trio.
but. he can't deny it. when song lan leaves there are parts of xiao xingchen he takes with him — parts of him that will never be whole, unless they're all together.
strangely enough, song lan doesn't turn tail and leave. in fact, he comes closer, which is all xingchen wanted in the first place — connection if not understanding, togetherness if not acceptance. the severity of his anger alludes xingchen, but what doesn't go unnoticed is xue yang's mouth from his skin, song lan's sudden presence in front of him.
trying to protect him? or — )
Zichen. ( his expression is just a little stern. gracefully, and somewhat seductively, he stands and he tucks the robe from his shoulders, letting the fabric pool down at his feet. suddenly this warm night is very, very cold, but xingchen has a masterful amount of ideas in how to heat himself. ) Tell us, then. If you have stories, I want to hear them. You — ( he hesitates, before reaching a blind hand out to his arm, he other sliding up to pad around his face, until he finds the heights of his lips. xingchen sighs, and tries to remember what he looks like. ) You don't have to be so alone. Not here, with us.
We're family. Zichen.
( and a pause, before he leans in forehead to forehead, and then mouth to mouth, once his fingers move out of the way. that hand falls down and reaches blindly out to the side, making grabby hands for xue yang's hand, or his hair, or whatever finds itself closest to him. to pull him up, maybe, and get in on this particular action. )