[ it's weird how he's managed to fall into a pattern goddamn centuries away from where he should be. hell, that's being generous. he should be dead, not in some weird version of ancient china. sizhui makes it easy, somehow. doesn't mean that jason completely behaves, can't stay shut up all day on lockdown, but he makes it look good. he's always back by the time sizhui is.
but when he comes back one day to announce that jason gets to go to a festival with him, sizhui gets nothing but skeptical looks. he's been pretty clear on the wanting to keep jason out of sight and even with the nice robes, he sticks out like a sore thumb. the whole not asian thing not working in his favor. but sizhui means it, even coming out with some robes of jason's favorite colors. he's said it more times than he could count that white robes were a dumb idea, but he still isn't expecting it. definitely proves his point. sizhui looks good in red and black.
the festival is cool, feels like something out of a foreign movie instead of real life; it's surreal. it doesn't feel any more real when they're slinking through the backwoods and the little buzz thrumming through jason's veins from the alcohol just makes it seem cooler. when sizhui asks, he doesn't have any qualms saying how they should have festivals more often. he doesn't have a single complaint when sizhui forgoes the comfort of the soft bed inside and they cross the little stone bridge to the benches outside. the scenery is kinda worth it.
any given day sizhui is too pretty, but the dark robes and the atmosphere and scenery have him killing it.] Think you should wear these robes more often... [ he comments, thinking that the dark colors look so good on him. they're sitting comfortably close; jason loose and warm from the alcohol. it takes him a minute to realize he isn't the only one staring and how close their heads have gotten when he shifted. the knot in his throat only grows, something bearable with the liquid courage in his blood.] What are you looking at? [he asks, the tone of his quiet voice forced into something jokingly rough.] Got something on my face?
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but when he comes back one day to announce that jason gets to go to a festival with him, sizhui gets nothing but skeptical looks. he's been pretty clear on the wanting to keep jason out of sight and even with the nice robes, he sticks out like a sore thumb. the whole not asian thing not working in his favor. but sizhui means it, even coming out with some robes of jason's favorite colors. he's said it more times than he could count that white robes were a dumb idea, but he still isn't expecting it. definitely proves his point. sizhui looks good in red and black.
the festival is cool, feels like something out of a foreign movie instead of real life; it's surreal. it doesn't feel any more real when they're slinking through the backwoods and the little buzz thrumming through jason's veins from the alcohol just makes it seem cooler. when sizhui asks, he doesn't have any qualms saying how they should have festivals more often. he doesn't have a single complaint when sizhui forgoes the comfort of the soft bed inside and they cross the little stone bridge to the benches outside. the scenery is kinda worth it.
any given day sizhui is too pretty, but the dark robes and the atmosphere and scenery have him killing it.] Think you should wear these robes more often... [ he comments, thinking that the dark colors look so good on him. they're sitting comfortably close; jason loose and warm from the alcohol. it takes him a minute to realize he isn't the only one staring and how close their heads have gotten when he shifted. the knot in his throat only grows, something bearable with the liquid courage in his blood.] What are you looking at? [he asks, the tone of his quiet voice forced into something jokingly rough.] Got something on my face?