[the desperation with which sizhui's also attempting to hold himself together is frantic, especially after having revealed his own feelings, yet he's somehow managed to stay looking mostly put-together throughout this whole thing so far. he'd much rather crumble, collapse into jiang cheng's arms and bury against him, perhaps find solace that he would've never imagined discovering in this man— but he swallows around his own blood-coated flowers and continues pushing along.
being a little bruised and battered isn't anything that bothers him nearly as much as jiang cheng concerns himself with, but if it's what helps in this situation, he'll accept whatever fussing is necessary to help ease some stress for them both.
that self-satisfied sound almost makes sizhui shake his head; sect leader jiang has every right to feel assured, after all, but that'd mean having to break eye-contact, which he wasn't too keen on doing at the moment. mostly because it feels like if he does, he's ashamed and there's nothing he feels entirely sorry for, though he's surprised when it's so much, the other man ends up looking away. he is quite tempted to question why jiang cheng can't hold his gaze, why he must turn away and compose himself rather than stare him in the eye while they're deliberately denying what's hurting them most.]
I have. [and considering their similarities, he might've laughed too, but then jiang cheng shifts closer, lessening the distance between them this time, inadvertently allowing his hand to reach easier—
or he would have if it hadn't been grasped instead, brushing their fingers together in the process. sensations like tiny invisible sparks of electricity prickle across his skin, causing goosebumps to rise along his arms, most of which are hidden underneath all those lan layers. he glances toward their hands, raises his free one, curls it into a tight fist against his heart and redirects to jiang cheng again.] Jiang Cheng . . . [then he leans forward, bridging what gap remains by dropping his forehead against jiang cheng's shoulder.
while he has earned no right to refer to him by name, it's in this moment of vulnerability, sizhui doesn't care about what's proper or not; he's taking the risk, abandoning his manners for a little closeness, even if it's all he's allowed.]
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being a little bruised and battered isn't anything that bothers him nearly as much as jiang cheng concerns himself with, but if it's what helps in this situation, he'll accept whatever fussing is necessary to help ease some stress for them both.
that self-satisfied sound almost makes sizhui shake his head; sect leader jiang has every right to feel assured, after all, but that'd mean having to break eye-contact, which he wasn't too keen on doing at the moment. mostly because it feels like if he does, he's ashamed and there's nothing he feels entirely sorry for, though he's surprised when it's so much, the other man ends up looking away. he is quite tempted to question why jiang cheng can't hold his gaze, why he must turn away and compose himself rather than stare him in the eye while they're deliberately denying what's hurting them most.]
I have. [and considering their similarities, he might've laughed too, but then jiang cheng shifts closer, lessening the distance between them this time, inadvertently allowing his hand to reach easier—
or he would have if it hadn't been grasped instead, brushing their fingers together in the process. sensations like tiny invisible sparks of electricity prickle across his skin, causing goosebumps to rise along his arms, most of which are hidden underneath all those lan layers. he glances toward their hands, raises his free one, curls it into a tight fist against his heart and redirects to jiang cheng again.] Jiang Cheng . . . [then he leans forward, bridging what gap remains by dropping his forehead against jiang cheng's shoulder.
while he has earned no right to refer to him by name, it's in this moment of vulnerability, sizhui doesn't care about what's proper or not; he's taking the risk, abandoning his manners for a little closeness, even if it's all he's allowed.]