[ every week, this is what lu bixing is terrified of. there's nothing scarier to him than waking up and knowing that someone he cares about is dead. and it's worse, it's so much worse, like this. at least with eto, she wasn't there. kon was right there. kon was -
(like a prodigy, to me. like a successor. like someone i've never had.)
he's ust stayed like this, curled up in lin jingheng's arms. now that they're away from everyone else, he's silent, finally letting some of his prime minister facade go, okay to just. just be upset, here, to cling tight to lin jingheng's jacket and inhale the scent of his smoke and just kind of. disassociate.
an hour or so into this, he finally speaks up, voice soft and low, burying his cheek against lin's chest, listening to zhanlu's soft, familiar voice sing sotto, and murmurs: ] ...He's okay. [ somewhere. with the others. he has to convince himself. he knows that, even if he gets their messages, even if he just - he knows, he knows, but it doesn't make it any easier. ]
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(like a prodigy, to me. like a successor. like someone i've never had.)
he's ust stayed like this, curled up in lin jingheng's arms. now that they're away from everyone else, he's silent, finally letting some of his prime minister facade go, okay to just. just be upset, here, to cling tight to lin jingheng's jacket and inhale the scent of his smoke and just kind of. disassociate.
an hour or so into this, he finally speaks up, voice soft and low, burying his cheek against lin's chest, listening to zhanlu's soft, familiar voice sing sotto, and murmurs: ] ...He's okay. [ somewhere. with the others. he has to convince himself. he knows that, even if he gets their messages, even if he just - he knows, he knows, but it doesn't make it any easier. ]