[not only are they holding hands and yes, sizhui's also initiating more intent affection by tracing his thumb over jin ling's first knuckle now, but his other hand has lifted too, reached out and gently settled across his companion's forearm where he squeezes for reassurance.
truly, it has become an oh no, the consequences of my actions! moment and something he hopes offers actual assurance in this moment of realization.]
That's fair and valid, [sizhui admits, despite sounding like there's a ‘but’ coming that never does. if wanting to know what he should call zewu-jun now is something legitimate, he'll have no trouble explaining the intricacies, all the while realizing he's glad it doesn't interfere with what's going on between them.
and although sizhui knows he shouldn't encourage a sect leader pouting, it's hard not to be amused by the gesture, to fight his lips quirking with mirth no matter how hard he bites his tongue. so, rather than do so, he lets his mouth curve, releases jin ling's arm then reaches to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against the apple of it, his fingertips barely hooking just behind his ear and pressing near his neck.] You're right, they could have, but then what privacy would be left? Everyone would crowd them for congratulations and to give gifts and— [well, it sounds like the direct opposite of keeping things on the down-low.]
Mmhmm. [a hushed agreement through his momentary distracted state of holding jin ling's face, attention quickly redirecting from his lips to his eyes once the other male mentions their possible wedding.] Ah... [and sizhui's cheeks darken further, his head briefly inclines, except there isn't any arguing or denying what's been said.] Not yet, [comes in an equally quiet murmur.] But give it time, I am sure someone will find something to criticize.
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truly, it has become an oh no, the consequences of my actions! moment and something he hopes offers actual assurance in this moment of realization.]
That's fair and valid, [sizhui admits, despite sounding like there's a ‘but’ coming that never does. if wanting to know what he should call zewu-jun now is something legitimate, he'll have no trouble explaining the intricacies, all the while realizing he's glad it doesn't interfere with what's going on between them.
and although sizhui knows he shouldn't encourage a sect leader pouting, it's hard not to be amused by the gesture, to fight his lips quirking with mirth no matter how hard he bites his tongue. so, rather than do so, he lets his mouth curve, releases jin ling's arm then reaches to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against the apple of it, his fingertips barely hooking just behind his ear and pressing near his neck.] You're right, they could have, but then what privacy would be left? Everyone would crowd them for congratulations and to give gifts and— [well, it sounds like the direct opposite of keeping things on the down-low.]
Mmhmm. [a hushed agreement through his momentary distracted state of holding jin ling's face, attention quickly redirecting from his lips to his eyes once the other male mentions their possible wedding.] Ah... [and sizhui's cheeks darken further, his head briefly inclines, except there isn't any arguing or denying what's been said.] Not yet, [comes in an equally quiet murmur.] But give it time, I am sure someone will find something to criticize.