[ it's only an ingrained knowledge that keeps him from taking a knee, instead, and only barely. xie lian has saved him time and again, hasn't he? saved him from falling, saved him with purpose, saved him with a single strand of hair, saved him from being sold as a trinket.
saved him, now.
and he even knows his name.
san lang doesn't quite know what to do with himself. he hasn't had the 800 years that the watcher did, to prepare himself for being so close to xie lian, to find even a modicum of chill. (and, even then, he still doesn't quite have any. better than an 18 year old soldier though.) ]
... that Dianxia knows me so well. [ that dianxia has taken care of him. san lang feels like he's about to burst into a thousand butterflies, but he moves towards him. coltish, at first, before he finds his footing so that he can ease down to sit with him. ]
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saved him, now.
and he even knows his name.
san lang doesn't quite know what to do with himself. he hasn't had the 800 years that the watcher did, to prepare himself for being so close to xie lian, to find even a modicum of chill. (and, even then, he still doesn't quite have any. better than an 18 year old soldier though.) ]
... that Dianxia knows me so well. [ that dianxia has taken care of him. san lang feels like he's about to burst into a thousand butterflies, but he moves towards him. coltish, at first, before he finds his footing so that he can ease down to sit with him. ]