[ lin jingheng has immediately taken lu bixing off the goddamn stage and honestly, they are probably not staying on party island, if only because lu bixing has had a fucking day and so has lin jingheng by proxy. still, he embraces him, no matter how wobbly or still or stiff or shaken he is, he pushes his face into his shoulder and he holds him to his chest and he keeps him there. needs to affirm that lu bixing is real, he is alive, he is here.
(he is going insane in this moment, he swears he's flickering. it's not fair. don't take him don't take him don't take him.)
jingheng is thorough as he checks wounds and bruises, knows that there are some he can't touch until they are somewhere quiet, somewhere alone to let the weight of the past settle in between them. he gathers him with ease, a coat over his shoulders and one step at a time, from the ferry to the shore to the comfort of the narrow threshold.
wk 1, sunday post-execution
(he is going insane in this moment, he swears he's flickering. it's not fair. don't take him don't take him don't take him.)
jingheng is thorough as he checks wounds and bruises, knows that there are some he can't touch until they are somewhere quiet, somewhere alone to let the weight of the past settle in between them. he gathers him with ease, a coat over his shoulders and one step at a time, from the ferry to the shore to the comfort of the narrow threshold.
the moment the door is shut, it is clear:
break. ]