i don't want to die. i'm afraid. i want to live. the eighth galaxy needs me. i want to live.
but i don't want to live without you again.
lu bixing has lost lin jingheng so many times now. too many close calls that led to one final disaster, that turned out not to be so lost after all. they're both dead, but lin is right here, and lu bixing aches with it, and even worse, with the sheer, stomach flip-flopping terror of the thought that someone could try and take lin away from him, for something so stupid. he'd rather lose the stupid drinking contest - they could lose together - or he'd rather be dead, than have to face a world without lin jingheng one last time. this fever dream of his reality at the moment is something he has to cling onto like a thread.
the most recent of the track marks on his arm aches, a little. fall six times, and stand up seven. ]
...I think that it's probably true. It feels almost too generous - two thirds of our number would be allowed to go. [ he's worried about another catch. just like the old stories - you get what you get when you make a deal with the devil.
his hand tightens a little, holding onto lin jingheng. ] I think I need to get better at holding my drink. [ this is a little bit of a joke, and he turns his head to look at lin properly again, pressing his cheek to his knuckles and peering up at him. he's tired and lost and exhausted, but there's a little spark in his eyes. ] And... I guess, at watching my back.
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i don't want to die. i'm afraid. i want to live. the eighth galaxy needs me. i want to live.
but i don't want to live without you again.
lu bixing has lost lin jingheng so many times now. too many close calls that led to one final disaster, that turned out not to be so lost after all. they're both dead, but lin is right here, and lu bixing aches with it, and even worse, with the sheer, stomach flip-flopping terror of the thought that someone could try and take lin away from him, for something so stupid. he'd rather lose the stupid drinking contest - they could lose together - or he'd rather be dead, than have to face a world without lin jingheng one last time. this fever dream of his reality at the moment is something he has to cling onto like a thread.
the most recent of the track marks on his arm aches, a little. fall six times, and stand up seven. ]
...I think that it's probably true. It feels almost too generous - two thirds of our number would be allowed to go. [ he's worried about another catch. just like the old stories - you get what you get when you make a deal with the devil.
his hand tightens a little, holding onto lin jingheng. ] I think I need to get better at holding my drink. [ this is a little bit of a joke, and he turns his head to look at lin properly again, pressing his cheek to his knuckles and peering up at him. he's tired and lost and exhausted, but there's a little spark in his eyes. ] And... I guess, at watching my back.