[ oh this... this is the face of love. his heart swells and beats too fast, or maybe this is normal-fast... or maybe normal-fast is lin jingheng's "heart aflutter." he squeezes him closer just a bit... puppy... ]
... I would like that.
[ a small curl to his lips as he glances around, wandering a slow path as he observes everything, gazes out windows with a semi-lost look in his eyes before he feels the threshold of the bedroom underfoot, as the door opens the familiar sight envelops the both of them. his fingers tighten enough against the angle of lu bixing's trousers that the fabric grows tense in his grip. ]
It's like I was never gone...
[ it feels untouched. it's artificial, it's not real, but the person beside him is real, and zhanlu, inactive as he is, is also just as real. as if adhering to an old rhythm, lin jingheng carries lu bixing to the bed and doesn't even allow him on his feet, rather, sits him down on the edge. as he turns, it's followed by a series of deft movements: releasing the clasps of zhanlu on his arm, someone that never leaves his side, and sets him on the nightstand, pulling off his gloves.
and that is when he gets down on a knee... and pulls one of lu bixing's dress shoes onto his knee, beginning to slowly undo the laces with bare fingers soundlessly. ]
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... I would like that.
[ a small curl to his lips as he glances around, wandering a slow path as he observes everything, gazes out windows with a semi-lost look in his eyes before he feels the threshold of the bedroom underfoot, as the door opens the familiar sight envelops the both of them. his fingers tighten enough against the angle of lu bixing's trousers that the fabric grows tense in his grip. ]
It's like I was never gone...
[ it feels untouched. it's artificial, it's not real, but the person beside him is real, and zhanlu, inactive as he is, is also just as real. as if adhering to an old rhythm, lin jingheng carries lu bixing to the bed and doesn't even allow him on his feet, rather, sits him down on the edge. as he turns, it's followed by a series of deft movements: releasing the clasps of zhanlu on his arm, someone that never leaves his side, and sets him on the nightstand, pulling off his gloves.
and that is when he gets down on a knee... and pulls one of lu bixing's dress shoes onto his knee, beginning to slowly undo the laces with bare fingers soundlessly. ]