[ it is a normal thing, for Xue Yang to wake up to sweets on his pillow and the warmth of Xingchen no longer lingering on the sheets beside him. normal for him to wake up to coffee made and waiting for him, a list of things on the table (not for him, not usually, but he would complete them either way if it would earn him a smile from Xingchen), but no one in the house. normal, but not enjoyed. there were few that trusted him (for a good reason, most people had a sense of self preservation after all), so Xue Yang felt as if he needed to keep the one endearingly stubborn soul that did trust him close.
it was less about protection and more about Xue Yang being just a little bit possessive.
but that was before he remembered.
there was no method to the slowly trickling memories that came to him, the flashes of blood and pain that came to him in dreams at first, and then lightning flash images during the day, but they certainly do not start until after he meets Xingchen.
(his hands bound in gold, Xingchen there in white with not a flicker of emotion on his face. we will meet again echoing between them, was this what he meant?)
as it turns out, enjoying chaos is something that Xue Yang has always enjoyed, in his past life and this one. there are still gaps, he is sure, but he remembers Xingchen, remembers Song Lan (hates him just as much now as he did then, knows that he went out of his way to drive a wedge between him and Xingchen, and that it worked), and remembers blood in the streets.
he also remembers sweet candy and shopping for vegetables, remembers how trusting Xingchen was (is?) and how he would go with him to make sure no one took advantage of that. just like he does now, follows Xingchen after he leaves in the morning (a few hours later, enough time for Xue Yang to check in with his, ah, boss if you will, then seeks out the beacon of white in the city that is his boyfriend). there is a flicker of annoyance there at how good and righteous he is, how Xingchen just doesn't understand the world at all. is naive and too kind for the truths of the world. but that fades, just a little, when he smiles at Xue Yang.
still annoyed that he refuses to wake Xue Yang up and sneaks out though.
Xue Yang leans against the brick of the building he has stopped at when Xingchen calls him, smile curling his lips just a little.]
It would be better if you never left home, you know. [ what a strange concept, home. ] What would you prefer tonight, I was going to say we go right for some cake but I'm sure you will not agree.
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it was less about protection and more about Xue Yang being just a little bit possessive.
but that was before he remembered.
there was no method to the slowly trickling memories that came to him, the flashes of blood and pain that came to him in dreams at first, and then lightning flash images during the day, but they certainly do not start until after he meets Xingchen.
(his hands bound in gold, Xingchen there in white with not a flicker of emotion on his face. we will meet again echoing between them, was this what he meant?)
as it turns out, enjoying chaos is something that Xue Yang has always enjoyed, in his past life and this one. there are still gaps, he is sure, but he remembers Xingchen, remembers Song Lan (hates him just as much now as he did then, knows that he went out of his way to drive a wedge between him and Xingchen, and that it worked), and remembers blood in the streets.
he also remembers sweet candy and shopping for vegetables, remembers how trusting Xingchen was (is?) and how he would go with him to make sure no one took advantage of that. just like he does now, follows Xingchen after he leaves in the morning (a few hours later, enough time for Xue Yang to check in with his, ah, boss if you will, then seeks out the beacon of white in the city that is his boyfriend). there is a flicker of annoyance there at how good and righteous he is, how Xingchen just doesn't understand the world at all. is naive and too kind for the truths of the world. but that fades, just a little, when he smiles at Xue Yang.
still annoyed that he refuses to wake Xue Yang up and sneaks out though.
Xue Yang leans against the brick of the building he has stopped at when Xingchen calls him, smile curling his lips just a little.]
It would be better if you never left home, you know. [ what a strange concept, home. ] What would you prefer tonight, I was going to say we go right for some cake but I'm sure you will not agree.