"I love you too... My Xingchen." Xue Yang puts their foreheads together and nuzzles their noses together. He will never get tired of hearing those words from Xiao Xingchen!
"Mmm..." Xue Yang murmurs reluctantly, though he feels warmed by the "my A-Yang". He doesn't really want to leave... but they can't stay in the bath forever. As nice as that would be.
Xingchen scrubs them down - hair included - his fingers massaging Xue Yang's head, shoulders and back in particular. Then he rinses them off, grinning.
Xue Yang blushes a little. "No, that's you." He kisses Xingchen's cheek before getting out of the tub. He takes one of Xingchen's hands to help him out as he grabs towels with the other.
"Mm no. I honestly can't believe anyone wants to be with me." Xingchen mutters as he gets out of the tub, his grip on Xue Yang's hand firm. Wandering around in the dark is still difficult when it comes to getting in and out of things.
"Who wouldn't want you?" Xue Yang blurts, sounding confused. "You're the kindest, most selfless and caring person in the world. You're so fucking beautiful too..." His voice takes a turn for the adoring as he helps Xingchen out of the tub.
He can't resist pulling Xingchen into his arms to kiss him. "I love you."
The confusion makes him blush. He squeezes Xue Yang's hand and shakes his head, amazed anyone could think so highly of him!
"You are very, very sweet." he is about to argue when he feels himself wrapped in his lover's arms. The kiss makes him soften and he embraces Xue Yang tightly.
"I love you too. I...think better of myself...when we're together."
"Good... That means we should always be together, so you'll never have a bad thought about yourself again." Xue Yang smiles and kisses him again. He won't allow his Xingchen to think so poorly of himself!
"For you," he murmurs and kisses Xingchen's cheek before grabbing towels for the both of them. He wraps one around Xingchen and helps him get dried off.
Xue Yang feels so much warmth and love watching Xingchen. "Oh?" He smiles and leans in to kiss Xingchen's shoulder. "Then I should pick some flowers for you."
Xue Yang is going to find out! He's never paid much attention to flowers before, but he will now. For Xingchen. He deserves something nice and familiar, even if he can't see it.
The compliment makes him blush a little. "So are you," he murmurs.
He can smell them! Flowers usually have such a nice scent - earthy and sweet. Xingchen would bury his face in a bouquet without a single hesitation. Just like a deer or a honeybee.
"If my love thinks so, that's all that matters to me." he bows his head, touched.
"It's the truth," Xue Yang insists. Anyone who disagrees must be blinder than Xingchen! He presses a kiss to his forehead before grabbing their robes from the ground so that they can start getting dressed.
"Ah...thank you." Xingchen reaches for his trousers and robes, getting dressed with a small, happy smile, "And not only for the robes. You are very kind to me."
"You deserve it," Xue Yang murmurs softly. "You deserve everything." And he'll try his damndest to give it to him.
Once they're both dressed, he takes Xingchen's hand and starts to walk out of the washroom. Time to be confronted with the fact that Song Lan and A-Qing are still here... Selfishly, Xue Yang wishes that it was just the two of them, but he also knows that Xiao Xingchen would probably be a lot unhappier if those two weren't here.
Xingchen shakes his head, amused and touched at Xue Yang's point of view. He kisses the other man's temple before he lets himself be guided back to their companions. His foot hits a board that needs to be nailed down and he accidentally falls forward a few steps, running into Xue Yang's back.
"Ah I'm sorry... That board needs to be nailed down..."
Xue Yang immediately turns when Xingchen crashes into him and catches him in his arms. He frowns and glances down at the loose board. It had been an issue just before Xingchen's death, one he'd planned on fixing, but then well... he'd completely forgotten about, for obvious reasons.
"I'll fix it," he says as he wraps an arm around Xingchen's waist instead.
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Date: 2023-06-18 10:57 am (UTC)"My A-Yang..." his voice shakes, "Are you clean? We shouldn't stay in here to wrinkle."
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Date: 2023-06-18 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-06-19 12:56 am (UTC)"You're so cute."
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Date: 2023-06-20 06:44 pm (UTC)He can't resist pulling Xingchen into his arms to kiss him. "I love you."
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Date: 2023-06-21 08:39 am (UTC)"You are very, very sweet." he is about to argue when he feels himself wrapped in his lover's arms. The kiss makes him soften and he embraces Xue Yang tightly.
"I love you too. I...think better of myself...when we're together."
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Date: 2023-06-23 11:31 am (UTC)"Yes! I like that. Always." he pinks, "I'll make you feel good about yourself too, I promise."
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Date: 2023-06-24 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-06-24 10:49 am (UTC)"You're so kind, A-Yang."
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Date: 2023-06-25 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-06-25 11:47 am (UTC)"I used to put flowers in my hair."
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Date: 2023-06-26 11:52 am (UTC)"I don't know if any grow around here. I don't want to set you an impossible task!"
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Date: 2023-06-26 07:50 pm (UTC)"It will be worth it to do it for Daozhang," he says and smiles, kissing him again.
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Date: 2023-06-27 09:39 am (UTC)By choice.
"You're very sweet, love. But you are far more breath-taking than any bloom." he presses into the kiss with a little smile.
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Date: 2023-06-28 06:07 pm (UTC)The compliment makes him blush a little. "So are you," he murmurs.
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Date: 2023-06-29 10:57 am (UTC)"If my love thinks so, that's all that matters to me." he bows his head, touched.
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Date: 2023-07-09 11:40 am (UTC)Once they're both dressed, he takes Xingchen's hand and starts to walk out of the washroom. Time to be confronted with the fact that Song Lan and A-Qing are still here... Selfishly, Xue Yang wishes that it was just the two of them, but he also knows that Xiao Xingchen would probably be a lot unhappier if those two weren't here.
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Date: 2023-07-09 12:14 pm (UTC)"Ah I'm sorry... That board needs to be nailed down..."
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Date: 2023-07-10 06:07 am (UTC)"I'll fix it," he says as he wraps an arm around Xingchen's waist instead.
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