[ he murmurs it, gentler than before even. his hands move to grab some of the blankets. he doesn't care of they get a little bloody if it means he can at least make sure lu bixing is more comfortable right now. there are worse things. ]
Get an eye that matches at least. [ gaudy!!!! motherfucker!!! ] or wear a patch.
I already told Zhanlu once to get a parrot. May as well run with it.
[ the mental image of zhanlu getting a parrot - and, of course, whatever lin's reaction to whatever stupid way zhanlu took that joke makes him giggle. it's a little, tiny bit hysterical because this has been one of the longest weeks of his life and lu bixing has truly had some Long, Long Weeks (its been a long seventeen years), but the levity of this moment is so nice that he can't help it.
also they just spent all that time dealing with space pirates. he giggles a little bit more, ducking his head, feeling tears well up at the corner of his remaining eye, but - well, at least they're probably of laughter. ]
Space Hell Pirate Prime Minister has a nice ring to it. [ god. ]
[ let him laugh. it's a beautiful sound, and lin jingheng lingers in it, content that lu bixing is in his arms, nearly whole and breathing. he ducks his head and lin jingheng follows after, leaning down so he can thumb away at the tears welling up.
even if they're from laughter, he wants to touch them. ]
[ he. laughs, actually, just laughs at that too, weary and a little hysterical and lifts his good arm to rest it on lin jingheng's shoulder, and then the other, a bit slowly just because he can. ]
So many of them were pirates before, I don't think they'll mind. [ ah, the public. ] Besides, I want to step down, someday, when I can, so maybe they'll think I've gone mad with power.
[ as if lu bixing would ever do that, either. no - he is the eighth's beloved prime minister. even when he had to rule with an iron fist, even when he had to enact martial law to get the piracy and the gangs under control, he's still loved and respected enough.
it's a shame he doesn't want the position. a life like this would be simpler. ]
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[ he murmurs it, gentler than before even. his hands move to grab some of the blankets. he doesn't care of they get a little bloody if it means he can at least make sure lu bixing is more comfortable right now. there are worse things. ]
Get an eye that matches at least. [ gaudy!!!! motherfucker!!! ] or wear a patch.
I already told Zhanlu once to get a parrot. May as well run with it.
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also they just spent all that time dealing with space pirates. he giggles a little bit more, ducking his head, feeling tears well up at the corner of his remaining eye, but - well, at least they're probably of laughter. ]
Space Hell Pirate Prime Minister has a nice ring to it. [ god. ]
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even if they're from laughter, he wants to touch them. ]
What will the public think?
[ he simply Does Not Care what they think. ]
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So many of them were pirates before, I don't think they'll mind. [ ah, the public. ] Besides, I want to step down, someday, when I can, so maybe they'll think I've gone mad with power.
[ as if lu bixing would ever do that, either. no - he is the eighth's beloved prime minister. even when he had to rule with an iron fist, even when he had to enact martial law to get the piracy and the gangs under control, he's still loved and respected enough.
it's a shame he doesn't want the position. a life like this would be simpler. ]