[xingchen has to laugh at that. not that different from fighting, he says. hilarious. he chuckles into his hand as they step inside.]
I think there's less blood in dancing.
[normally. but this is xue yang they're talking about here. when he was younger, he had to fight, xingchen knows about his rough start in this life too. it makes him even more gentle towards him, showering him with touches that don't leave bruises, don't leave scars.
his boyfriend is incorrigible though. he seems to enjoy the trouble that he finds. alas, what is he going to do with him.]
Black will be fine.
[xingchen looks down at their joined hands, rubbing his thumb against yang's skin. a little confusion leaks into xingchen's memories while xue yang orders, some nameless, shapeless thing. he frowns, moving his hand to brush against his pinky.
when he looks up again, xue yang isn't the same. his hair is longer. his eyes are wild and cruel, matching the sneer on his lips. the warm and sweet scents of the bakery are replaced by the iron smell of old blood, and xingchen feels a sudden wave of sickness washing over him.]
Please... [xingchen starts to twist in his embrace, stumbling back into a small display of cupcakes. what started as a whispered plea turns more anguished right before xue yang's eyes.] Please, let me go!
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Date: 2019-12-22 07:01 pm (UTC)I think there's less blood in dancing.
[normally. but this is xue yang they're talking about here. when he was younger, he had to fight, xingchen knows about his rough start in this life too. it makes him even more gentle towards him, showering him with touches that don't leave bruises, don't leave scars.
his boyfriend is incorrigible though. he seems to enjoy the trouble that he finds. alas, what is he going to do with him.]
Black will be fine.
[xingchen looks down at their joined hands, rubbing his thumb against yang's skin. a little confusion leaks into xingchen's memories while xue yang orders, some nameless, shapeless thing. he frowns, moving his hand to brush against his pinky.
when he looks up again, xue yang isn't the same. his hair is longer. his eyes are wild and cruel, matching the sneer on his lips. the warm and sweet scents of the bakery are replaced by the iron smell of old blood, and xingchen feels a sudden wave of sickness washing over him.]
Please... [xingchen starts to twist in his embrace, stumbling back into a small display of cupcakes. what started as a whispered plea turns more anguished right before xue yang's eyes.] Please, let me go!