[ god he's just. he's. here in the planetarium and he's hunched over, arms wrapped around lu bixing tightly. they've been here for an hour now, maybe, letting the starlight fall in the dark room, watching the godforsaken fiery sky where the telescopes are turned upwards.
there's a small paper cup with three cigarettes just shoved inside, and lin jingheng is smoking out a fourth, letting the ash fall onto his knee quietly.
softly, zhanlu whispers a little lullaby from a nearby seat. lin jingheng wraps both bare arms around lu bixing, having refused to let him go for the most recent half hour of their planetarium stint. ]
w5, friday
there's a small paper cup with three cigarettes just shoved inside, and lin jingheng is smoking out a fourth, letting the ash fall onto his knee quietly.
softly, zhanlu whispers a little lullaby from a nearby seat. lin jingheng wraps both bare arms around lu bixing, having refused to let him go for the most recent half hour of their planetarium stint. ]