"You better not," Xue Yang murmurs with a little pout, but he can't keep from smiling. Their new home... oh, he can't wait. He presses a kiss to Song Lan's lips before pulling his pants back up and fixing his robes.
Zichen grins and gets dressed too, using a handkerchief to clean himself before he fastens his trousers.
"Poor Muyang will start crying if we take too long." he slips an arm around Xue Yang's waist and leads him back to the road. Muyang is giving Xiuying a bath, making her fur stick up.
Xue Yang chuckles. "That's true. He's such a whiny boy." He grins at the cats as they return to the cart. Xiuying's fur looks a right mess from Muyang's grooming, making Xue Yang giggle.
"Not sure how I feel about Xiuying's new hair style," he jokes.
"We've spoiled him." Zichen approaches the cart and shoos Muyang away from Xiuying, "That's enough, handsome boy. She's clean." he lifts poor Xiuying and smooths her fur down.
"We have. Now he'll have to do his part and kill rats for us in our new home," Xue Yang says with another laugh. He presses a kiss to Xiuying's head when Song Lan lifts her.
"Alright, let's hit the road. It'd be nice to get there before it gets dark," he says.
"Our place." Zichen glances at Xue Yang hopefully, "I've walked this way before and I saw it...years ago. I thought it was a shame no one lived here." he looks over the building's structure, "The village is in the opposite direction we came. We don't need to go in that direction ever again."
Xue Yang grins and leans up to kiss Song Lan's cheek. "What if it's haunted?" he teases, but really, he's happy that Song Lan already had a place in mind. That way they won't have to wander the jianghu looking for someplace to settle down.
And if it is haunted, well... they're both cultivators, so they can handle it.
"Are you scared of a few ghosts?" Zichen asks, straight-faced before giving Xue Yang a flirtatious smile, "Our first night in there might convince people it is haunted."
Pulling the cart up to the house, he picks up the cats and carries them inside.
"Yes!" Xue Yang exclaims, his eyes going wide as he pretends to actually be scared, "I need my big, strong, sexy husband to protect me..." His tone slips into a low and seductive one as a playful smirk forms on his lips.
As soon as the cart is topped, Xue Yang clings to his husband and follows him inside. It's dark and dusty, but he's not sensing any resentful energies.
"Yes~," Xue Yang purrs as he leans into Song Lan's solid frame, pouting a little when he pulls away.
He pets the cats and nods. "Mm, seems like it. I wonder why it was abandoned..." The place is very dusty, making it obvious no one has been here in a long while. With some cleaning, some lights and decoration, though... Xue Yang can imagine it being quite cozy.
Later, silly man. Later. Zichen sets the cats down so they can explore now that he knows the house is stable.
"Let's clean a few rooms so we have a comfortable place to rest tonight." he moves back to Xue Yang and kisses the side of his head, "Will this be a good home?"
Xue Yang turns and slips his arms around Song Lan's neck and leans up to kiss him before responding. "Yes." Anywhere would be good with the love of his life, but this place is very inviting.
"With determination and self-control." Zichen teases and squeezes Xue Yang's hips, "I love you, A-Yang. You won't doubt it for a second now that we are here."
Xue Yang lets out a mock-exasperated groan. "You know I don't have those things!" he jokes before turning just a little bit more serious. "I haven't doubted it since you first told me." He smiles and presses another kiss to Song Lan's lips.
"Actually, I know you have them." Zichen presses into the kiss warmly, "How many times did you wait for me to rescue you? Even when you were near freezing to death, you were patient." he flushes and drops his gaze, "I'm glad for that."
Xue Yang's cheeks flush a faint pink. "Because I knew you'd come for me," he murmurs, a little bashful. His faith in Song Lan had not wavered for a second during those times of crisis. He puts a hand to Song Lan's chest, smiling at the feeling of his heart beating under his palm. "I love you too."
"Of course. I will always come for you." Zichen strokes his thumb over the color and warmth on Xue Yang's cheek, "When you say that, you're making this harder on me too." he chuckles and his heart skips a beat under Xue Yang's hand.
"It's a good suffering." Zichen feels his blood pumping and he grins, nuzzling Xue Yang before he goes outside again. He comes back with brooms and other cleaning supplies.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:03 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Let's."
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:07 pm (UTC)"Poor Muyang will start crying if we take too long." he slips an arm around Xue Yang's waist and leads him back to the road. Muyang is giving Xiuying a bath, making her fur stick up.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:09 pm (UTC)"Not sure how I feel about Xiuying's new hair style," he jokes.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:14 pm (UTC)She purrs and closes her eyes contentedly.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:16 pm (UTC)"Alright, let's hit the road. It'd be nice to get there before it gets dark," he says.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:23 pm (UTC)Chuckling, he moves to pull the cart again.
"We will. It isn't far now." he leads them to...
A farmhouse. It is positioned about a mile's walk from the nearest village and it needs...work. But it is still in one piece and obviously abandoned.
"Ah, just as I remembered."
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:26 pm (UTC)When they finally arrive in front of an abandoned farmhouse, Xue Yang turns to look curiously at Song Lan this time. "What is this place?"
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:33 pm (UTC)And if it is haunted, well... they're both cultivators, so they can handle it.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:50 pm (UTC)Pulling the cart up to the house, he picks up the cats and carries them inside.
"Make sure it's clean."
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:59 pm (UTC)As soon as the cart is topped, Xue Yang clings to his husband and follows him inside. It's dark and dusty, but he's not sensing any resentful energies.
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Date: 2025-03-17 10:54 am (UTC)"Your big, strong sexy husband, hm?" he pulls away with a smirk, carrying the cats under his arms. They mew curiously and sniff the air as he walks.
"It looks promising." he nudges a piece of furniture and nods, "It's well-built."
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Date: 2025-03-25 07:24 pm (UTC)He pets the cats and nods. "Mm, seems like it. I wonder why it was abandoned..." The place is very dusty, making it obvious no one has been here in a long while. With some cleaning, some lights and decoration, though... Xue Yang can imagine it being quite cozy.
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Date: 2025-03-29 07:31 am (UTC)"Let's clean a few rooms so we have a comfortable place to rest tonight." he moves back to Xue Yang and kisses the side of his head, "Will this be a good home?"
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Date: 2025-03-29 07:49 am (UTC)"Work hard and I'll reward you tonight." he whispers into his husband's ear.
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Date: 2025-03-29 08:09 am (UTC)"Let's work quickly, hm?"
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Date: 2025-03-29 08:13 am (UTC)He nods his agreement and reluctantly pull away so they can get started on cleaning this place up.
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Date: 2025-03-29 08:16 am (UTC)"I saw a shed and look. We're in luck."
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Date: 2025-03-29 08:20 am (UTC)When Song Lan returns he grins. "Perfect."
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