...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
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...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.