[ this has the desired effect, because it shuts lu bixing the fuck up. he lets out a hiccup of a noise that might be a sob, a lump in his throat so thick he's not sure he can talk around it, grabbing lin's wrist and holding on for dear life. the i'm here is like a drill, burrowing into his subconsciousness, and he clings on, holding tight.
- and of course, that's when the screen starts.
that's - lin jingshu, and doctor hardin, and. lin, that's lin, looking thinner than he did when he came back from fighting ares von. lu bixing is too smart not to put together the pieces, that this is one of the only pieces of lin jingheng's life that he doesn't know, now. it's the seventeen years they were apart. and lin is -
when jingshu almost injects him, he stops breathing.
and then his lin, his beautiful, his brilliant lin, finds that strand of consciousness and he lies, he lies to his sister, he manages to survive another day so effectively and so brilliantly that lu bixing's knees give out in sheer relief. he's clinging to him before he even realizes it, before the film totally stops, grabbing onto his shirt and his wrist for dear fucking life and taking in a huge, shaky gulp of air as he just forgets entirely about his own shame and fear.
it's like the first week all over again, as he grabs onto lin jingheng and pulls him into himself and holds onto him like he can remind himself he's real. he's crying before he even realizes it, thick, fat tears dripping down his cheeks as he turns his head and shoves it into lin jingheng's shoulder and just tries to force himself to calm down. he's alive. he's alive. he's alive, and he's safe, and he was a prisoner, for seventeen years and he had no idea and lu bixing was so busy fucking wallowing he never found him.
he buries his face in his shoulder and just. clings. that's all he can do, just clings, and reminds himself that lin jingheng is alive. ]
Lin. [ he says, finally, quietly, almost desperately. it's the only syllable his mouth can say. ]
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- and of course, that's when the screen starts.
that's - lin jingshu, and doctor hardin, and. lin, that's lin, looking thinner than he did when he came back from fighting ares von. lu bixing is too smart not to put together the pieces, that this is one of the only pieces of lin jingheng's life that he doesn't know, now. it's the seventeen years they were apart. and lin is -
when jingshu almost injects him, he stops breathing.
and then his lin, his beautiful, his brilliant lin, finds that strand of consciousness and he lies, he lies to his sister, he manages to survive another day so effectively and so brilliantly that lu bixing's knees give out in sheer relief. he's clinging to him before he even realizes it, before the film totally stops, grabbing onto his shirt and his wrist for dear fucking life and taking in a huge, shaky gulp of air as he just forgets entirely about his own shame and fear.
it's like the first week all over again, as he grabs onto lin jingheng and pulls him into himself and holds onto him like he can remind himself he's real. he's crying before he even realizes it, thick, fat tears dripping down his cheeks as he turns his head and shoves it into lin jingheng's shoulder and just tries to force himself to calm down. he's alive. he's alive. he's alive, and he's safe, and he was a prisoner, for seventeen years and he had no idea and lu bixing was so busy fucking wallowing he never found him.
he buries his face in his shoulder and just. clings. that's all he can do, just clings, and reminds himself that lin jingheng is alive. ]
Lin. [ he says, finally, quietly, almost desperately. it's the only syllable his mouth can say. ]