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[mobaejun]

[ cool relief washes over mobei-jun when the fire goes out, the burning feeling across his skin lowering to a simmer rather than a rolling flame. shang qinghua is clearly clever, which is why the question is all the more ridiculous to him when it's asked. ]

Obviously.

[ his tone reeks would reek with condescension if he was any less beat up, but now it just sounds exhausted. of course he's hot, of course if he could he'd just slide off the bed and lay on the ground, but he is a king and it is unsightly for kings to lay around half naked and injured on the ground. well, at the very least, he's not so shameless as to do it - he can't speak for lord luo. who knows what that guy gets up to when he's left alone with his husband.

he can feel the dip of shang qinghua's weight on the bed and he it reminds him, even through his tired haze, that shang qinghua is helping him and being kind when he doesn't have to be. so if he wants.... whatever this arrangement has become to work, he has to try to be kinder to shang qinghua. the man needs the reassurance more than mobei-jun realized, which is what lead to all this in the first place.

but being direct really goes against his upbringing, so he ends up laying there, lips pursed and eyes closed as he tries to think about what, if anything, he can say without feeling ridiculous. ] It will pass.

[ nailed it? ]

[anachronistics]

[ somewhere, binghe, half naked and injured on the ground: shizun pay attention to me

the ridiculousness of "it will pass" ends up just making shang qinghua snort, the laugh nowhere near anything attractive. ] Of course it will.

[ maybe you could attribute that to shang qinghua thinking mobei-jun is strong and cool but it's actually along the lines of you're an ice demon i made you you are too strong to get taken out THAT easy. he would not build his deuteragonist as anything but stable, thank-you-very-much. canon fodder? mobei-jun? as if, shang qinghua made him with TLC!

okay, maybe not the right kind of TLC. or maybe the exact right kind of TLC? he's not really sure, still. things are so awkward and weird after everything that happened with mobei-jun's uncle, but it's not... it's not bad. he's noticed he's gotten better at reading his king's moods, able to pick up on the minute differences between them (and not just because he looks at his face a lot when he's not paying attention!). and his king has been... trying. he thinks. he's learned the difference between a demonic ass kicking and a gentle beating (he hates this), but lately, mobei-jun has been almost--almost--gentle. he's trying.

he huffs. it's not quite a sigh, but if he's trying, he should... he should try and return the favor. with the chill settling in the room now that the fire's out, shang qinghua reaches out, his small hand hovering, before he sets his fingers gently against mobei-jun's temple. his fingertips are freezing cold, considering, and he's utterly distracted from the hemming and hawing of his internal monologue by the sudden presence of a warm face against his fingertips. ] Ahhhhhhhh,, my King, allow me to cool you off the best I can.

[ by leeching the heat off of you with his cold fingers. what a beneficial agreement! 10/10! he extends his fingers when he's pretty sure his hand isn't going to get bitten off or something, and presses his hands against his temples instead, near his hairline. yessss WARM. warm and broken by mobei-jun standards but great for shang qinghua right at this moment. ]

[mobaejun]

[ 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.

and if he did, then it's no skin off his back. ]