#陆光，main verse.

[necrosin]

        his eyes stray to the clock as the hour hand finally ticks over to its new place, transient and ever moving, steadily afloat, and the second hand continues moving, untiring. exhaustion is heavy against his eyes, weighted and draining, head throbbing with the tangle of infinitely finite timelines becoming ever more chaotic with each passing moment. and another, and another, and at last ———

        and at last, cheng xiaoshi returns as the second hand hits 34 and continues on, uncaring of what comes to pass, unfeeling to the emotions that settle in this room. lu guang looks to cheng xiaoshi immediately, eyes forever drawn inexorably to him, unavoidably, yet it feels akin to a gravitational pull whenever he returns from the past, right back to where they had stood, or sat, knees bumping as their hands touched. he exhales, quietly, and rests back against the couch cushions / tension draining from his body / as he nods towards the boba on the table.   ❝   good job,   ❞   he means it, too, because cheng xiaoshi always does his work, always does a good job, even when it causes an undue amount of stress to lu guang’s sensibilities.   ❝   welcome back,   ❞   i missed you / i’m relieved / sometimes it’s disorienting, to shift from metaphysical closeness to the physical.

@tomoge, for cheng xiaoshi !! starter call.