[ slowly, he lets his palm stroke down his shoulder, feels the way lu bixing pushes his face into him and hides away from the world. lin jingheng closes his eyes and curls in close with him, reaching for one of the drinks blindly from the nightstand. he doesn't really know which it is and he doesn't care, just taking a sip from the rim of it and then nuzzling into lu bixing's hair softly. ]
... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
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... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
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...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.