#▸ . xie lian ━ 「 answered. 」♯ ❞

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🖌 xie lian draw mu qing like one of ur french girls

Xie Lian didn't bother with the thick layer of paint that coated his fair fingers and pristine white robes. He had poured hours into perfecting his latest piece, despite knowing it could have been better. However, he remained committed to doing his best with the limited knowledge he had of art.

❛ Like a French girl, right? ❜ He hoped this was what Mu Qing was. He did ask Hua Cheng what the reference might refer to.

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「 PRESS 」 : hua cheng & xie lian

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 // ACCEPTING

                    ────୨🌼ৎ──── Each time Xie Lian believed he was finally accustomed to the sensation of Hua Cheng’s lips against his, he was inevitably proven wrong. The kiss held a depth that transcended the simple act of pressing lips together; it was a powerful exchange of spiritual energy, charged with an electric intensity. Hua Cheng kissed him with a fervor that suggested a bittersweet urgency as if he were savoring a precious moment that could slip away at any instant. Each touch felt like a farewell, leaving Xie Lian breathless && yearning for more. 

                Xie Lian felt a haze envelop his mind, his back pressed firmly against the wall of his small shrine. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, accentuating the contours of Hua Cheng's face as their lips met in a fervent kiss, igniting a spark of warmth within Xie Lian’s chest. Every gentle caress sent shivers coursing through his body, && his heart raced like a wild drum, each thump echoing in the stillness. With each touch, a fire surged through him—a passionate longing he had never dared to believe was possible until he met Hua Cheng, consuming him entirely in its blaze.

              His journey in cultivation had always been fraught with challenges. For if he sought companionship, his progress would stall, particularly if he attempted to stray from a pure && chaste path. If he had been in the arms of any other right now, their actions would leave him feeling increasingly diminished. Yet, with Hua Cheng, everything changed. Although he sensed his cultivation wavering, an astonishing transformation would occur. His body would suddenly erupt with an overwhelming tide of spiritual energy, a force so powerful that it threatened to burst beyond his limits, leaving him both exhilarated and breathless as he fought to keep Hua Cheng's lips on his own. 

            It felt as though he were immersed in an eternal existence, a sensation that beckoned Xie Lian to surrender to his deepest desires. The intoxicating allure urged him to draw his ghost king nearer, their connection electrifying as he embraced the warmth of their shared intimacy. His hands roamed over his exposed chest, exploring the smooth, warm skin with a tender touch. Each caress felt delicate and intentional as if he were tracing the contours of a masterpiece sculpted by Hua Cheng himself, reveling in the beauty of the moment and the artistry it represented. The delicate jingle of his jewelry echoed in his ears, each tiny chime resonating like a soft melody. It intertwined beautifully with the urgency in Xie Lian's voice as he called out for Hua Cheng, desperation lacing his words with emotion. The combination of the shimmering sound and his heartfelt cries painted a vivid picture of longing and want.

          Xie Lian's cheeks blossomed with a vivid crimson hue, warmth radiating from his face as embarrassment washed over him as he felt Hua Cheng's leg slip between his own, rubbing against his slowly hardening erection and making the divine being squirm in his hold. His words hitched in his throat with unexpected shyness and embarrassment. He always felt a rush of shyness the longer they lingered in this intimate moment, && though it wasn't their first experience together, it somehow felt refreshingly new each time.

       For Xie Lian, every kiss from Hua Cheng ignited a familiar flutter in his chest, a sweetness that rendered him speechless. Hua Cheng’s fingers gently trailed over his skin, each touch affectionate and reverent, as if he were a precious treasure. Xie Lian savored those moments, appreciating the way Hua Cheng adored him more profoundly than anyone ever had before. As they reluctantly break apart to catch their breath, a slight tremor colors Xie Lian's voice. His hands gently cradle Hua Cheng's face, fingers brushing against his skin with a tenderness that speaks volumes. A warm smile blooms on Xie Lian's lips, a silent encouragement sparkling in his eyes as he offers Hua Cheng the reassurance he needs to continue.

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Hua Cheng glares at the unwelcomed apparition. The spirit shrieks and flees, before it could utter a word. ( Xie Lian )

                  ────୨🌼ৎ──── Xie Lian was completely focused on the river, his eyes locked onto a mouthwatering bighead carp swimming in his midst. He had already made the conscious decision to catch it and cook it for himself and San Lang later. Despite feeling like he had been at it for hours, he couldn't help but notice the slight chill breathing down his neck. When he turned to see what it was, he caught San Lang smiling at him. Did he imagine the chill? ❝ I've almost got it, ❞ he assured him, even though he knew he was far from catching it.

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Try as he might, his handwriting still looks atrocious. "Xie Lian?"

                  ────୨🌼ৎ──── Hua Cheng possessed an extraordinary talent for creating breathtaking art and sculpting mesmerizing visuals. However, when it came to his writing, it was as if he was weaving a complex, enigmatic code in a language known to few. Xie Lian was resolute in his determination to teach Hua Cheng, but with each attempt, the task seemed to grow increasingly challenging.

                   Hua Cheng's voice gently tugged Xie Lian out of his reverie, and the former prince responded by laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, offering a warm smile. ❝ Ah, San Lang, perhaps it's time to call it a day? ❞

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"See? We can enjoy the fireworks from here." w/ Xie Lian

                      ────୨🌼ৎ────  Xie Lian followed Hua Cheng up a generously sized hilltop, secluded from the bustling crowds below. The sky above was a breathtaking canvas of deepening hues as the sun began its descent. Finding a conveniently placed log, Xie Lian settled onto it, making room for Hua Cheng beside him. As the two took their seats, the first bursts of fireworks for the mid-autumn festival illuminated the night sky, casting a mesmerizing display of colors && patterns. For Xie Lian, the fireworks stirred a sense of childlike wonder, evoking memories of past experiences with family, trusted friends, and moments of seclusion. Each explosion of light and sound seemed to encapsulate the emotions and memories of years gone by. 

               The arrival of each new experience brings with it the opportunity to learn and to marvel. However, tonight was different. It felt more special than any other. He wasn't alone. It was a time for completeness and reunion, much like the festive event they were celebrating. As Xie Lian sat beside Hua Cheng, surrounded by the vibrant display of fireworks painting the night sky with a breathtaking array of colors, he felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. It was a warmth that seemed to envelop his entire being, nestled deep within his chest. He allowed his fingers to intertwine with Hua Cheng's, and gently rested his head against his shoulder, savoring the moment. 

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Just stares at Xie Lian.

                ────୨🌼ৎ──── Xie Lian delicately toyed with the vibrant assortment of vegetables laid out before him, an unfamiliar sensation taking root in his chest. During his time as a prince, the stares of thousands paled in comparison to the weight of a single individual's unwavering gaze. This was no fleeting admiration; it resonated with genuineness. The eyes observing him as he meticulously chopped the ingredients and added them to the timeworn pot held no hint of expectation or entitlement. 

                   The sensations stirred within his chest, causing him to become overly fixated on his hands as he worked. His mind became overwhelmingly filled to the brim, and he felt as though he might be overwhelmed by the confluence of the boiling pot and his unprepared meal. Xie Lian found himself reflexively clearing his throat, an urgent desire to swallow his nerves whole rising within him. As he turned to face San Lang, a soft and awkward smile timidly emerged over his features as he spoke. ❝ Ah, San Lang... would you like to join me? ❞ 

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“ But you're highness, I don't think I can go with you. The guards wouldn't allow it. ” Mu qing nervously stood on the side as he watched the young prince walk in the gardens. .

— young mu qing — young xie lian

Xie Lian studied Mu Qing with a furrowed brow, his fingers delicately smoothing down the pristine white fabric of his robes. He sought clarity regarding Mu Qing's unexpected presence in the serene gardens, especially since Feng Xin, his constant companion, was notably absent then.

Xie Lian, a youthful and idealistic individual, had a unique perspective on the world, contrasting sharply with that of Mu Qing and Feng Xin. While nobody dared to challenge him directly, the closeness between the two attendants and the crown prince often attracted judgmental looks and disapproval from others. Despite the scrutiny, Xie Lian appeared to be oblivious to these negative perceptions.

As he gently brushed the sleeve of his robe, Xie Lian extended his hand towards Mu Qing. ❛ What's the matter? ❜ he inquired with a furrowed brow. ❛ You are my attendant, aren't you? Why would the guards refuse entry to my attendant in the gardens? Come with me, and no one would dare hinder you while I'm by your side. ❜ Xie Lian's smile radiated sincerity and tenderness as he patiently waited for Mu Qing to grasp his hand.

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12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating? xie lian or your choice?

romance & relationship headcanons || ACCEPTING

Xie Lian

I wish it was an easy answer. Yes and no? Given his cultivation I’d say there’s a lot that will go over his head. Not because he’s naive or completely innocent, but because he’s just not used to really hearing stuff like that anymore. Back as a prince ? He was showered and worshiped in compliments, now he’d probably think it was said to him in a mocking way.

So the way someone says something to him will make all the difference. It has to be genuine, it has to really be said from someone’s heart and soul and you can feel when it’s real. When everything done and said to him is out of love for who he is and not what he’s done or who he was. It’s all of him. When it comes to someone he likes, romantically, yes he gets flustered. He might not show it completely, but the slow breathes he lets out or how he’ll just stop breathing. A finger pressed to his chest as he feels the words sink into him.

And then there’s instances like when Hua Cheng kisses him underwear to help him breathe. He was SUPER flustered, he couldn’t even talk he was just trying to get out of there as fast as possible. He was tripping over himself, almost forgot his hat. Like he was a mess. It’s really adorable. Xie Lian is the most adorable.