I want to ask him about that list of names. Just to know.
[ he has a feeling he knows what it is but it's not really anything that's bothering him now. as lu bixing moved closer, he keeps him there, content to linger as long as he needs. ]
Sent one to Cosmos... earlier this week. Will send another probably.
I miss him. Even with you there, the room still feels empty. [ he knows lu bixing will understand bc our roommates fuckin died the same week rip. ]
[ you ever think about how there's an alternate universe where childe killed ljh and lbx went fucking nuclear
anyway. bixing tilts his head enough to look up at him when he says he wrote cosmos - he looks pleased, immediately, searching his face before. he settles back down, warm, and listens to the rest of that sour-tangy drink's effect pull some of lin jingheng's emotions from his mouth. lu bixing knows he feels those things, but to hear him say them... it makes his heart squeeze. ]
...mmm. That's how I feel about Lavi, too. [ he misses lavi so much. misses his noise and his mess and his three AM questions about squirrels and Eden and boys, sometimes, and he just misses him a lot. ] The voice messages aren't quite the same, huh?
But I like them. I like hearing their voices. It means they're within reach.
[ the drink gurgles a little bit. he hits ice. jingheng drinks the way a man denied water gorges himself after weeks in the desert. he drowns every sentiment he hates. ]
[ and when lu bixing makes a plan, that plan happens. no matter how many steps he needs, no matter how much wheedling and dealing (and how many times he thinks he has to sell his body to do it) he's going to make it happen.
he shifts a little, lightly plunks his head on jingheng's shoulder. ] We already pulled off a revolution, right? This should be a piece of cake.
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I want to ask him about that list of names. Just to know.
[ he has a feeling he knows what it is but it's not really anything that's bothering him now. as lu bixing moved closer, he keeps him there, content to linger as long as he needs. ]
Sent one to Cosmos... earlier this week. Will send another probably.
I miss him. Even with you there, the room still feels empty. [ he knows lu bixing will understand bc our roommates fuckin died the same week rip. ]
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anyway. bixing tilts his head enough to look up at him when he says he wrote cosmos - he looks pleased, immediately, searching his face before. he settles back down, warm, and listens to the rest of that sour-tangy drink's effect pull some of lin jingheng's emotions from his mouth. lu bixing knows he feels those things, but to hear him say them... it makes his heart squeeze. ]
...mmm. That's how I feel about Lavi, too. [ he misses lavi so much. misses his noise and his mess and his three AM questions about squirrels and Eden and boys, sometimes, and he just misses him a lot. ] The voice messages aren't quite the same, huh?
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But I like them. I like hearing their voices. It means they're within reach.
[ the drink gurgles a little bit. he hits ice. jingheng drinks the way a man denied water gorges himself after weeks in the desert. he drowns every sentiment he hates. ]
We aren't leaving without them.
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[ and when lu bixing makes a plan, that plan happens. no matter how many steps he needs, no matter how much wheedling and dealing (and how many times he thinks he has to sell his body to do it) he's going to make it happen.
he shifts a little, lightly plunks his head on jingheng's shoulder. ] We already pulled off a revolution, right? This should be a piece of cake.