[ rest. resting is exactly the opposite of anything lu bixing would do. he didn't rest to wake jingheng up the first time. he didn't rest during any point between the cobbling together of a revolution. bixing steals a kiss again and it takes any kind of words from his mouth. lin jingheng has spent all of his words during trial, arguing here and there for pat downs.
he doesn't feel like thinking about it anymore. none of it. there are stars here, fake ones made of little pinpricks of light that shine downwards, catching in lu bixing's hair. his eyes close and he lets the time between another kiss linger for only a few seconds. ]
Okay.
[ his bare fingers trail down his wrist slowly, slipping them along his forearm slowly. there is no appraisal, no judgement, only learning bixing by sight alone. he strokes his pulse with his thumb, unafraid, callused but tracking the feeling of his heartbeat. ]
... Speak your mind, Bixing. Tell me. What can I do.
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he doesn't feel like thinking about it anymore. none of it. there are stars here, fake ones made of little pinpricks of light that shine downwards, catching in lu bixing's hair. his eyes close and he lets the time between another kiss linger for only a few seconds. ]
Okay.
[ his bare fingers trail down his wrist slowly, slipping them along his forearm slowly. there is no appraisal, no judgement, only learning bixing by sight alone. he strokes his pulse with his thumb, unafraid, callused but tracking the feeling of his heartbeat. ]
... Speak your mind, Bixing. Tell me. What can I do.