... lin holding his hand like that makes him feel a flicker of warmth, though, and he shifts to sit down next to him. once the space is offered, he moves into it like a leech, tucking in close to his side. ]
And the circumstances of the party, too.
[ ...
he's quiet, for a moment, after that. chewing the inside of his cheek. truthfully - truthfully, the idea of coming back to life makes something ache in his chest. lu bixing is terrified of dying; he always has been, he always will be. and he knows that the eighth needs him, and... if lin is alive, then...
he doesn't say any of that, though. he just takes the hand in his, and after a long moment, pulls it up to his mouth and leans his face against his knuckles. there's a brief pause before he does, like he has to make sure it's alright, before he settles into the spot, lips pressed to gloves. ]
no subject
[ he says, tiredly, agreeing. firearm.
... lin holding his hand like that makes him feel a flicker of warmth, though, and he shifts to sit down next to him. once the space is offered, he moves into it like a leech, tucking in close to his side. ]
And the circumstances of the party, too.
[ ...
he's quiet, for a moment, after that. chewing the inside of his cheek. truthfully - truthfully, the idea of coming back to life makes something ache in his chest. lu bixing is terrified of dying; he always has been, he always will be. and he knows that the eighth needs him, and... if lin is alive, then...
he doesn't say any of that, though. he just takes the hand in his, and after a long moment, pulls it up to his mouth and leans his face against his knuckles. there's a brief pause before he does, like he has to make sure it's alright, before he settles into the spot, lips pressed to gloves. ]
What do you think?