[ just the little glimmer in his eyes alone makes jingheng's stomach do a little twisting motion, like he's sick but in a way he wants to be, too hot and cold all at once, glad his hands are in gloves still. he smooths his free hand down one of lu bixing's arms, shifting to drag fingers along that forearm, feeling for skin, palpating gently, carefully, over each of these tracks that appear like a story under his touch.
he holds fast as well, they tangle like kudzu vines. ]
Focus on improving your tolerance.
And I'll help you with both.
[ (closely. desperately. taking in each and every detail. ) it's a promise, once again, because what is a place worth if there is no lu bixing in it? whose star is the center of gravity to all, pulling everyone and everything into his orbit and his reach. lin jingheng is warmest here, under lu bixing's starlight, even in this uncertain time.
he leans in slightly, hovers, hesitates just a breath away. ]
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he holds fast as well, they tangle like kudzu vines. ]
Focus on improving your tolerance.
And I'll help you with both.
[ (closely. desperately. taking in each and every detail. ) it's a promise, once again, because what is a place worth if there is no lu bixing in it? whose star is the center of gravity to all, pulling everyone and everything into his orbit and his reach. lin jingheng is warmest here, under lu bixing's starlight, even in this uncertain time.
he leans in slightly, hovers, hesitates just a breath away. ]