[not the way he leaves the milk out, or drinks right out of the orange juice, or leaves the cap off the toothpaste, or the dozens of other little things that drive xingchen crazy on a daily basis. makes him laugh too, the way he is right now, and gods, he loves him. he lets xue yang ground him with teeth and hands that are just a taste of things to come. he puts the pain and confusion of earlier into a white-lined coffin and buries it deep.
(he's not his toy. he's not his downfall. the ache that xingchen feels when he looks at him is love, it's not the pangs of a barely healed soul that couldn't return for hundreds of years. it's not.)]
Mmm, maybe. [xingchen's smile is serene, his half-lidded gaze playful. there's no way a five second head-start would help him. he doubts a five minute head-start would, not if xue yang's of a mind to find and have him. but xingchen pulls away anyway, still looking at his boyfriend as he takes a few steps backward.]
Stay. You promised me a whole five seconds.
[xingchen grins before he turns to run. maybe it's his imagination, or an illusion of the dark rainy streets that he runs down, but he feels faster. he leaps over something with ease and lands gracefully on the other side of it. something wants him to get away from xue yang as quickly as possible, and gives him the power in this life to do so.
instead, he runs right up the stairs of their apartment.]
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I'M STILL MAD
Date: 2020-01-20 01:09 am (UTC)[not the way he leaves the milk out, or drinks right out of the orange juice, or leaves the cap off the toothpaste, or the dozens of other little things that drive xingchen crazy on a daily basis. makes him laugh too, the way he is right now, and gods, he loves him. he lets xue yang ground him with teeth and hands that are just a taste of things to come. he puts the pain and confusion of earlier into a white-lined coffin and buries it deep.
(he's not his toy. he's not his downfall. the ache that xingchen feels when he looks at him is love, it's not the pangs of a barely healed soul that couldn't return for hundreds of years. it's not.)]
Mmm, maybe. [xingchen's smile is serene, his half-lidded gaze playful. there's no way a five second head-start would help him. he doubts a five minute head-start would, not if xue yang's of a mind to find and have him. but xingchen pulls away anyway, still looking at his boyfriend as he takes a few steps backward.]
Stay. You promised me a whole five seconds.
[xingchen grins before he turns to run. maybe it's his imagination, or an illusion of the dark rainy streets that he runs down, but he feels faster. he leaps over something with ease and lands gracefully on the other side of it. something wants him to get away from xue yang as quickly as possible, and gives him the power in this life to do so.
instead, he runs right up the stairs of their apartment.]