[ lin jingheng is with lu bixing in front of a fireplace, snuggled up with som blankets. zhanlu is playing a sweet little song while lin's head droops a little and touches lu bixing's good shoulder. his temples rub against it lightly as he opens one eye and rests a hand on lu bixing's knee.
[ this is nice. they're all curled up together, covered in blankets, and bixing seems very content to be curled up with jingheng. he's leaning back against him, cocooned in nice and cozy, and shifts a little to adjust the pack of ice still tucked against his ribcage, but once he's done that, he's very, very comfortable. one of his hands is curled carefully in lin jingheng's shirt, and as he comes close to rest his hand on him, he sighs.
it hurts a little, but the noise is more content than anything. ]
Mn. [ he could fall asleep like this, frankly; bixing tilts his head and presses a kiss to lin jingheng's head, then gently leans against it. connected. ] You're here, I'm warm.
[ slowly, he trails a cautious hand up and down his arm, meant to keep him warm as he just kind of vibes with him. he helps to keep the ice propped up against bixing's ribs with one hand, lazily drumming fingers against it as he feels their foreheads press gently together.
his eyes flutter a little bit and he tilts his head a bit, kisses the space beneath his eye with a soft huff and then returns to press forehead to forehead. ]
this is so nice. the skinship is such a reminder - after the horrors of his little adventure earlier in the week, bixing has especially been seeking this out, nearly as clingy as he was the first week they were here. it's a hollow echo of that memory, but when he closes his eyes, sometimes, he still sees the image of lin jingheng being pulled off of that cliff. when he sees the dark eyes that stared at him like nothing.
looks like they made it, lin says. it shakes him out of that old vision, and he closes his remaining eye and tilts his head to meet the forehead bonk gently. ]
...yeah. [ for all that they've lost. ] We're not quite done yet, though.
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it has been... a day. a little quietly: ]
Are you warm enough?
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it hurts a little, but the noise is more content than anything. ]
Mn. [ he could fall asleep like this, frankly; bixing tilts his head and presses a kiss to lin jingheng's head, then gently leans against it. connected. ] You're here, I'm warm.
[ a little light flirt after a very tiring day. ]
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his eyes flutter a little bit and he tilts his head a bit, kisses the space beneath his eye with a soft huff and then returns to press forehead to forehead. ]
... Looks like we made it...
[ unhappily said. ]
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this is so nice. the skinship is such a reminder - after the horrors of his little adventure earlier in the week, bixing has especially been seeking this out, nearly as clingy as he was the first week they were here. it's a hollow echo of that memory, but when he closes his eyes, sometimes, he still sees the image of lin jingheng being pulled off of that cliff. when he sees the dark eyes that stared at him like nothing.
looks like they made it, lin says. it shakes him out of that old vision, and he closes his remaining eye and tilts his head to meet the forehead bonk gently. ]
...yeah. [ for all that they've lost. ] We're not quite done yet, though.