[ honestly, this is about what both i and hua cheng expected.
the taking out part, not the kissing. the kissing is good. hua cheng makes a small, low noise, as he's practically flung to the dirt. feng xin and mu qing immediately turn on their heels, though don't wander far this time. (considering the last time they did, crimson rain exploded into butterflies...)
tanhua yips and dances around them, as his person goes from holding xie lian's face to threading his fingers into his hair, holding him there, pouring love and gratitude and devotion and relief into a kiss that should not have happened again so soon. ]
[ poor feng xin and mu qing now have to pretend to look literally anywhere else. actually, guoshi also has to pretend to look literally anywhere else. terrible. xie lian does not care about any of them right now - he just cares about hua cheng, and the fact that he's kissing him, and that what was just butterflies in his fingers merely minutes ago is a solid, real, and familiarly cold person.
the kiss breaks because he sobs, the noise completely unintentional, surprised and overwhelmed, and xie lian pulls back about half an inch just to look at him.
and then just kisses him again. and again. and again. like, anywhere he can actually kiss him on his face he's going to remember his propriety in a minute but not now goodbye ]
[ jun wu, laying there on the ground, staring up into the distant opening of mt. tonglu, now. unfortunate that this is the beginning of his punishment.
with the sob that breaks its way out of xie lian, hua cheng sooths gently, a soft hushing noise. his fingers ghost through the hair at the sides of his face, clearing away any of the residual blood and debris of his fight not even fifteen, ten minutes ago. all xie lian will get to see is someone whole and healthy again, revitalized, if tired in dark corners that he covers up gently.
and then he closes his eye, returning his kiss again, tilting and turning his face into the kisses that scatter across it. ]
[ xie lian is a lot of things, in this moment. exhausted. thrumming with spiritual power, running off of an adrenaline high. shocked. still a little afraid. confused? relieved? in love? those last three overpower almost everything else as hua cheng just fusses at him, and he's half afraid to blink, that hua cheng might just vanish. ]
You - you weren't - [ he sort of blubbers, uselessly, unable to do anything else or anything remotely productive as he grabs onto hua cheng's face, half trying to get him to stop fussing so he can fuss and half trying to ensure that he's real. you weren't here. ] What, what, you... San Lang, don't scare me like that!
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the taking out part, not the kissing. the kissing is good. hua cheng makes a small, low noise, as he's practically flung to the dirt. feng xin and mu qing immediately turn on their heels, though don't wander far this time. (considering the last time they did, crimson rain exploded into butterflies...)
tanhua yips and dances around them, as his person goes from holding xie lian's face to threading his fingers into his hair, holding him there, pouring love and gratitude and devotion and relief into a kiss that should not have happened again so soon. ]
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the kiss breaks because he sobs, the noise completely unintentional, surprised and overwhelmed, and xie lian pulls back about half an inch just to look at him.
and then just kisses him again. and again. and again. like, anywhere he can actually kiss him on his face he's going to remember his propriety in a minute but not now goodbye ]
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with the sob that breaks its way out of xie lian, hua cheng sooths gently, a soft hushing noise. his fingers ghost through the hair at the sides of his face, clearing away any of the residual blood and debris of his fight not even fifteen, ten minutes ago. all xie lian will get to see is someone whole and healthy again, revitalized, if tired in dark corners that he covers up gently.
and then he closes his eye, returning his kiss again, tilting and turning his face into the kisses that scatter across it. ]
I'm here, gege.
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You - you weren't - [ he sort of blubbers, uselessly, unable to do anything else or anything remotely productive as he grabs onto hua cheng's face, half trying to get him to stop fussing so he can fuss and half trying to ensure that he's real. you weren't here. ] What, what, you... San Lang, don't scare me like that!
[ WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!! ]