[ he says it as he feels the fingers tightening in his shirt, skewing it crooked. lin jingheng presses their foreheads together fast and laughs, laughs in a kind way. ]
You talk so much.
[ while lu bixing may know lin jingheng, but after all of this? after everything? today he had to sit and watch someone die while another nearly joined him. his hands don't shake, and he stays steady, though lingers where he needs to, where his words stretch just the barest bit (only lu bixing knows, only he has gone so far as to hear it himself, fondness). ]
I've missed it... all of it...
[ he leans into every touch, refuses to let lu bixing flutter away from him fearfully. he presses his face into his, his shoulders into his hands. he leans them down and watches the way his eyes, so full of stars, can go dark with dilation in such a way that it makes lin jingheng's heart lodge itself into his throat. ]
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[ he says it as he feels the fingers tightening in his shirt, skewing it crooked. lin jingheng presses their foreheads together fast and laughs, laughs in a kind way. ]
You talk so much.
[ while lu bixing may know lin jingheng, but after all of this? after everything? today he had to sit and watch someone die while another nearly joined him. his hands don't shake, and he stays steady, though lingers where he needs to, where his words stretch just the barest bit (only lu bixing knows, only he has gone so far as to hear it himself, fondness). ]
I've missed it... all of it...
[ he leans into every touch, refuses to let lu bixing flutter away from him fearfully. he presses his face into his, his shoulders into his hands. he leans them down and watches the way his eyes, so full of stars, can go dark with dilation in such a way that it makes lin jingheng's heart lodge itself into his throat. ]