[ An explicitly expressed wish, one that Xingqiu himself shares, reaches his ears; not solely in desire but he is also well aware of the uncertainty the future would bring. Whether they remain long in hell, inevitably they will return, that is their goal isn't it? Once in Liyue, when they again follow the rhythm of their homeland, then he isn't sure how much obligation will result in the bending of promises. His own desires, his own needs, would have to come second.
Yes, there is a role they both are meant to play. Rather than temper passions alone, he is someone else, he casts an image for the public to see. He is beloved, the studious and polite Xingqiu; someone that parents within Liyue Harbor only secretly harbor hopes their children would be like.
A breath follows, deep, and long. Just enough that despite only just having come from the shower and dressed in fresh clothes he can pick up the underlying scent of his friend. With that he brushes his cheek against Chongyun's chest, comfort sought until he settles.
That beat.
He is quick to follow the tempo of the exorcist's heartbeat with a tap of his fingers.
There is a question at the tip of his tongue, one he never does voice tonight but rather keeps to himself with no plans of ever divulging. No matter what. It's not vague, yet was it truly unconditional? What if he were to die? What if only metaphorically? If Zhenyu never penned another work? If the disciple spoken of within the story Ring of Raining Blades never picked up his sword again?
Actually, he wouldn't like that person very much himself.
Well, carefree days can't last forever. ] I'll do what I can to make that wish come true.
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Yes, there is a role they both are meant to play. Rather than temper passions alone, he is someone else, he casts an image for the public to see. He is beloved, the studious and polite Xingqiu; someone that parents within Liyue Harbor only secretly harbor hopes their children would be like.
A breath follows, deep, and long. Just enough that despite only just having come from the shower and dressed in fresh clothes he can pick up the underlying scent of his friend. With that he brushes his cheek against Chongyun's chest, comfort sought until he settles.
That beat.
He is quick to follow the tempo of the exorcist's heartbeat with a tap of his fingers.
There is a question at the tip of his tongue, one he never does voice tonight but rather keeps to himself with no plans of ever divulging. No matter what. It's not vague, yet was it truly unconditional? What if he were to die? What if only metaphorically? If Zhenyu never penned another work? If the disciple spoken of within the story Ring of Raining Blades never picked up his sword again?
Actually, he wouldn't like that person very much himself.
Well, carefree days can't last forever. ] I'll do what I can to make that wish come true.