[ sorry shang qinghua your ideal man is just not the type to be half naked and injured-- oh wait a minute
anyway.
this time he actually does shoot a glare to shang qinghua for laughing, because it is rude and mobei-jun does not need to be reminded that he stated the obvious too. after all, mobei-jun will always heal. anything that doesn't kill him has to run.
he expects shang qinghua to leave after that, or apologize, or maybe both. but instead, he continues to surprise mobei-jun, this time by moving closer instead of further away, by not being put off by his glares. he must finally be coming to terms and realizing that mobei-jun would never do him real harm, not if he can help it. it's strange and new, but it's good that now shang qinghua can move closer and sit beside him. the reversal matches the reversal in the way his hands feel - normally shang qinhua's touch is too warm, his human heat always coming to war with mobei-jun's demonic cold. but this time shang qinghua's fingers are cool against his feverish skin, and mobei-jun can't hold back the long exhale from his lips.
his heart beats stronger in his chest, and while shang qinghua isn't doing anything really to help him heal, the motion is enough. as if just the attempt, the closeness, makes mobei-jun feel like a little more of the wide distance between them is closing, and they're a little bit more like equals.
( equals. if his younger self knew mobei-jun even had the thought he would've slapped him for it. but back then shang qinghua had not shown his true colors that proved where his loyalties truly lie. ) ]
Thank you. [ the words are so soft that no one who wasn't listening for him to speak would've heard them. that's fine by mobei-jun, he figures shang qinghua wouldn't miss them, since he's not rambling.
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anyway.
this time he actually does shoot a glare to shang qinghua for laughing, because it is rude and mobei-jun does not need to be reminded that he stated the obvious too. after all, mobei-jun will always heal. anything that doesn't kill him has to run.
he expects shang qinghua to leave after that, or apologize, or maybe both. but instead, he continues to surprise mobei-jun, this time by moving closer instead of further away, by not being put off by his glares. he must finally be coming to terms and realizing that mobei-jun would never do him real harm, not if he can help it. it's strange and new, but it's good that now shang qinghua can move closer and sit beside him. the reversal matches the reversal in the way his hands feel - normally shang qinhua's touch is too warm, his human heat always coming to war with mobei-jun's demonic cold. but this time shang qinghua's fingers are cool against his feverish skin, and mobei-jun can't hold back the long exhale from his lips.
his heart beats stronger in his chest, and while shang qinghua isn't doing anything really to help him heal, the motion is enough. as if just the attempt, the closeness, makes mobei-jun feel like a little more of the wide distance between them is closing, and they're a little bit more like equals.
( equals. if his younger self knew mobei-jun even had the thought he would've slapped him for it. but back then shang qinghua had not shown his true colors that proved where his loyalties truly lie. ) ]
Thank you. [ the words are so soft that no one who wasn't listening for him to speak would've heard them. that's fine by mobei-jun, he figures shang qinghua wouldn't miss them, since he's not rambling.
and if he did, then it's no skin off his back. ]