Exactly, so maybe it's okay that we let them have whatever time they can get? [and they distract themselves with what free time it allows for moments like these instead. sizhui's heartbeat is jackhammering, he can feel it, and not only that but there's also an intensely warm sensation creeping along down his neck now, a silent reminder his own skin hasn't lessened in color any.
while he's desperately trying to ignore this, he can't help imagining he looks ridiculous, which causes his lips to mirthfully quirk at the edges. here's hoping jin ling doesn't mistake it for him being amused by how he looks, though! he's laughing at himself, not at him, et cetera and so on.
much to jin ling's misfortune, sizhui does feel the warmth, something that makes him smile wider and with a bit more genuineness, even if he draws no specific attention toward the other's blush. (also, his trick is to use whatever tools at his disposal that can soften his hands and keep them that way despite consistent, prolonged swordplay.) poor, poor jin rulan, his life is about to become a hundred times harder because if he thinks just having a hand on his face is a lot, he's certainly not prepared for what's coming next:] We'll give them nothing to criticize, [he assures, and where there's more obvious threat in jin ling's voice, there is an almost unnerving steady coolness to sizhui's words too; reassuring, nevertheless, but promisingly intimidating.
he softens as his hand drifts, fingertips brushing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth then settling near his chin.] Jin Ling, [it's already breathy, yet somehow, sizhui's voice becomes barely a whisper when he blurts out,] I would like to kiss you now.
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while he's desperately trying to ignore this, he can't help imagining he looks ridiculous, which causes his lips to mirthfully quirk at the edges. here's hoping jin ling doesn't mistake it for him being amused by how he looks, though! he's laughing at himself, not at him, et cetera and so on.
much to jin ling's misfortune, sizhui does feel the warmth, something that makes him smile wider and with a bit more genuineness, even if he draws no specific attention toward the other's blush. (also, his trick is to use whatever tools at his disposal that can soften his hands and keep them that way despite consistent, prolonged swordplay.) poor, poor jin rulan, his life is about to become a hundred times harder because if he thinks just having a hand on his face is a lot, he's certainly not prepared for what's coming next:] We'll give them nothing to criticize, [he assures, and where there's more obvious threat in jin ling's voice, there is an almost unnerving steady coolness to sizhui's words too; reassuring, nevertheless, but promisingly intimidating.
he softens as his hand drifts, fingertips brushing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth then settling near his chin.] Jin Ling, [it's already breathy, yet somehow, sizhui's voice becomes barely a whisper when he blurts out,] I would like to kiss you now.