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[ he leans in just to make sure bixing doesn't have to prop himself up too hard, gives him a kiss back to entice him to lay all the way down and rest. truly. when they part, the smile practically forces one out of lin jingheng, a faint curl at the corner of his mouth. ]
I could go for you.
I could go for you.
[ STOP HE'S INJURED ]
READ: XX:XXPM
[ HE'S RUNNING ANYWAY!!!!!!!!
it takes him too long because he has to like. hobble. from wherever he was. maybe on his way back from the ice bar but either way HE'S RUNNING and there's a like, thud noise of something hitting up against the door. LEMME IN ]
READ: XX:XXPM
[ HE'S RUNNING ANYWAY!!!!!!!!
it takes him too long because he has to like. hobble. from wherever he was. maybe on his way back from the ice bar but either way HE'S RUNNING and there's a like, thud noise of something hitting up against the door. LEMME IN ]
[ HELLO
WHAT
it's so rare to get lu bixing to be struck totally silent, but that's what happens. he is absolutely struck stupid, mouth hanging open as lin jingheng just
pulls him over and says this. with a completely straight face. lu bixing's heart monitor physically records his heart stopping. ]
I - what? [ help ] Seriously? Oh - you're serious, you're - yes! Of course?! You were - how long have you been -
[ STRUCK STUPID ]
WHAT
it's so rare to get lu bixing to be struck totally silent, but that's what happens. he is absolutely struck stupid, mouth hanging open as lin jingheng just
pulls him over and says this. with a completely straight face. lu bixing's heart monitor physically records his heart stopping. ]
I - what? [ help ] Seriously? Oh - you're serious, you're - yes! Of course?! You were - how long have you been -
[ STRUCK STUPID ]
[ lin jingheng doesn't know what the next week is going to bring them. he doesn't know what tomorrow will bring them. but he knows he's hesitated for so long, and then spent fourteen woltorian years staring at the stars, praying for home, having regrets on follow through, on love, and praying at the altar of chance and luck. he lets out a breath and places a hand on bixing's chest, feeling the leap of his heart under his head. ]
... Too long.
... Too long.
Idiot.
[ he mumbles. at both himself and bixing. he rips open the doorway and pulls him in, careful not to squish him or hurt him anymore than he is already hurting! ]
Should have made me come get you. You know how to do that.
[ guiding him to the bed to sit because what the fuck. fusses... fusses... holds his face. ]
[ he mumbles. at both himself and bixing. he rips open the doorway and pulls him in, careful not to squish him or hurt him anymore than he is already hurting! ]
Should have made me come get you. You know how to do that.
[ guiding him to the bed to sit because what the fuck. fusses... fusses... holds his face. ]
[ yeah he is definitely broken and wheezing ery hard because this was a lot of a run but you know what
he made it
he makes a pathetic face as he's pulled in though, and then puts both of his hands on the back of lin jingheng's neck and lets him pull him along. his everything hurts but also he's stressed now. ]
I'm broken. Need healing, stat.
[
okay ]
he made it
he makes a pathetic face as he's pulled in though, and then puts both of his hands on the back of lin jingheng's neck and lets him pull him along. his everything hurts but also he's stressed now. ]
I'm broken. Need healing, stat.
[
okay ]
[ (stress)
anyway now that lu bixing's biochipped ass has successfully worked off his alcohol consumption, he's sitting in the room of the home of engineer 001 and commander lin, just. surrounded by computer screens and projections and all sorts of other schematics and fun things. he is in his element as he designs and builds.
he has been at this for like. three hours. someone is stress working. ]
anyway now that lu bixing's biochipped ass has successfully worked off his alcohol consumption, he's sitting in the room of the home of engineer 001 and commander lin, just. surrounded by computer screens and projections and all sorts of other schematics and fun things. he is in his element as he designs and builds.
he has been at this for like. three hours. someone is stress working. ]
[ okay yeah.
hour one? acceptable.
hour two? sufferable.
hour three? lin jingheng is lingering by the doorway because you cannot live in the home biome, other people use this place okay. he hums and steps in behind him, moving to flank the chair he's adopted. he's come in from... somewhere. who knows. but he puts his arms around lu bixing briefly and peers at his work. ]
Have you saved recently?
[ like a sexy clippy. ]
I need you for something.
hour one? acceptable.
hour two? sufferable.
hour three? lin jingheng is lingering by the doorway because you cannot live in the home biome, other people use this place okay. he hums and steps in behind him, moving to flank the chair he's adopted. he's come in from... somewhere. who knows. but he puts his arms around lu bixing briefly and peers at his work. ]
Have you saved recently?
[ like a sexy clippy. ]
I need you for something.
[ this is a very sexy clippy, yeah. lu bixing's so engrossed in string theory and particle physics (there is so much fucking math on these screens) that he doesn't even notice lin jingheng coming in until he feels his arms around him.
he absolutely will not let him pull away, though, lifting his hands to gently rest on his forearms and lifting his head to look up at him, giving him a grateful, soft smile as he hits save. ]
Anything. What is it?
he absolutely will not let him pull away, though, lifting his hands to gently rest on his forearms and lifting his head to look up at him, giving him a grateful, soft smile as he hits save. ]
Anything. What is it?
[ lin jingheng makes so many sacrifices to keep lu bixing from diving headfirst into his villain arc. he dips downwards just a little more. man priest and the characters she writes who would do so much for their respective homes. damn. no im kidding but also am i? ]
You have to come with me.
[ stated simply, reaching down for his hand now and holding it softly in his own. he pulls him up slowly out of his seat, stepping backwards out out out of the room. ]
Take a small trip with me? Could take a drink to go.
You have to come with me.
[ stated simply, reaching down for his hand now and holding it softly in his own. he pulls him up slowly out of his seat, stepping backwards out out out of the room. ]
Take a small trip with me? Could take a drink to go.
[ oh... well, damn, color him enchanted. lin says the magic words and dips closer to him and, yeah, okay, sure, he'll go anywhere he wants. his heart aches and flutters when jingheng takes his hand and pulls, and he slowly goes with him, looking back one last time before he hits save again to be safe and waves his other hand through the screens so they vanish back into his device.
he's trying so hard not to think about what could happen - trying to put his faith in the rest of their group, and trying to return that faith with a created program so they might be able to see each other properly. pulling away from it is a reminder that if that faith is poorly placed, it could go wrong, and this could be their new home.
... up he goes, though, out of the chair, and he gives jingheng a smile. ] Have to, huh? Okay, commander. Anywhere you want.
[ he gives his hand a little squeeze - feels the reassurance of the weight of a brand new band around lin jingheng's finger and lets it settle him. ] Where to?
he's trying so hard not to think about what could happen - trying to put his faith in the rest of their group, and trying to return that faith with a created program so they might be able to see each other properly. pulling away from it is a reminder that if that faith is poorly placed, it could go wrong, and this could be their new home.
... up he goes, though, out of the chair, and he gives jingheng a smile. ] Have to, huh? Okay, commander. Anywhere you want.
[ he gives his hand a little squeeze - feels the reassurance of the weight of a brand new band around lin jingheng's finger and lets it settle him. ] Where to?
Don't worry about it.
[ the ring is... a new sensation. jingheng has been twisting it around his finger all night, thumbing at the top of the band selfishly on the inside of his palm. they don't get to stay here, they aren't supposed to. they need to find a way out so that lin jingheng can make good on a personal promise to give lu bixing the world.
but he will take him out out out and... well. somewhere familiarly strange. the halls of the resort aren't unfamiliar, but he shoulders into one room in particular—planets hanging heavy from the ceiling and the other weird shit just shoved into a corner and covered with a dark sheet. go away. no one wants you.
ignoring that, though, there are... some thick blankets and pillows thrown to the ground, and lin jingheng tugs him forward towards them. ]
Time to rest. Away from all that. Your brain will shrivel up.
[ the ring is... a new sensation. jingheng has been twisting it around his finger all night, thumbing at the top of the band selfishly on the inside of his palm. they don't get to stay here, they aren't supposed to. they need to find a way out so that lin jingheng can make good on a personal promise to give lu bixing the world.
but he will take him out out out and... well. somewhere familiarly strange. the halls of the resort aren't unfamiliar, but he shoulders into one room in particular—planets hanging heavy from the ceiling and the other weird shit just shoved into a corner and covered with a dark sheet. go away. no one wants you.
ignoring that, though, there are... some thick blankets and pillows thrown to the ground, and lin jingheng tugs him forward towards them. ]
Time to rest. Away from all that. Your brain will shrivel up.
[ off they go. bixing doesn't mind too much, and he likes a surprise - he smiles at lin jingheng's back as he tugs him along, and then threads their fingers together a little more tightly. across the islands, across the ferry, and... when they end up back at the resort and back at that room with the planets, he laughs.
he can't help it. it's soft, sweet like a fluttering bird, and he squeezes jingheng's hand again and leans into his arm when he spots the pillows and blankets, and then looks up, reminded immediately of that saturday in the planetarium now months ago. things are better, have gotten better since. maybe not perfect. there are still days when he's terrified that lin jingheng is going to wise up and leave him. there are still days when he wakes up holding back a scream in the middle of a night, where he has nightmares of lin jingheng shriveling in space, of lin jingheng being shot, twice, right in front of him, of lin jingheng over the side of a cliff, his ship exploding in the middle of a transfer portal, and he has to force himself to put his hand on lin's chest and tremble and remember that he's still alive. but, despite everything here, he's done some healing. despite everything, spending eight weeks by jingheng's side was a balm for lu bixing's weary, broken soul.
there's something so sweet, replicating what once was so grand and miserable into something like this, a quiet, private room with hangings of planets and stars. ]
Lin. [ bixing says, soft, affectionate, a little wry. ] When did you sneak away and do this?
[ he sounds utterly romanced, the smile in his voice almost boyish as he goes where he's told, down to the blankets. ]
he can't help it. it's soft, sweet like a fluttering bird, and he squeezes jingheng's hand again and leans into his arm when he spots the pillows and blankets, and then looks up, reminded immediately of that saturday in the planetarium now months ago. things are better, have gotten better since. maybe not perfect. there are still days when he's terrified that lin jingheng is going to wise up and leave him. there are still days when he wakes up holding back a scream in the middle of a night, where he has nightmares of lin jingheng shriveling in space, of lin jingheng being shot, twice, right in front of him, of lin jingheng over the side of a cliff, his ship exploding in the middle of a transfer portal, and he has to force himself to put his hand on lin's chest and tremble and remember that he's still alive. but, despite everything here, he's done some healing. despite everything, spending eight weeks by jingheng's side was a balm for lu bixing's weary, broken soul.
there's something so sweet, replicating what once was so grand and miserable into something like this, a quiet, private room with hangings of planets and stars. ]
Lin. [ bixing says, soft, affectionate, a little wry. ] When did you sneak away and do this?
[ he sounds utterly romanced, the smile in his voice almost boyish as he goes where he's told, down to the blankets. ]
What else am I going to do, PM? Help you construct an inter-dimensional wormhole?You know that's not in my credentials.
[ he takes his hand, brings it up, palm facing him and presses his lips very quietly against the lines of his hand, against the base of his fingers. ]
I can, however, make sure you don't burn out.
Besides.
We should celebrate, shouldn't we?
[ he takes his hand, brings it up, palm facing him and presses his lips very quietly against the lines of his hand, against the base of his fingers. ]
I can, however, make sure you don't burn out.
Besides.
We should celebrate, shouldn't we?
[ he laughs, the noise soft. ]
No, but I bet if you put your mind to it, you could. [ his lin... he is so smart and cool... it's a little bit of a joke, though, and the comedic mental image of lin jingheng doing his kind of work melts away immediately as he takes his hand and changes the subject.
his smile lifts further, at the idea of a celebration, at the kisses, and bixing steps a little closer to him, his fingers curling very gently. ]
We're going to get married. [ he says, hushed like it's a secret. like if he says it too loud, it might not come true. ] I'm going to marry you.
[ a ]
No, but I bet if you put your mind to it, you could. [ his lin... he is so smart and cool... it's a little bit of a joke, though, and the comedic mental image of lin jingheng doing his kind of work melts away immediately as he takes his hand and changes the subject.
his smile lifts further, at the idea of a celebration, at the kisses, and bixing steps a little closer to him, his fingers curling very gently. ]
We're going to get married. [ he says, hushed like it's a secret. like if he says it too loud, it might not come true. ] I'm going to marry you.
[ a ]
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