#ge yingxing

[pi-ying-xi]

I am absolutely normal, frothing and the mouth screaming-crying-throwing up about the foreshadowing in Ep 7 of Eternal Brotherhood.

The current generation in the bath saying, once war starts, it will be hard for the three of us to be together (no screenshots)... And then this:

The sworn brothers from the previous generation, the oldest dead, the second and third at daggers drawn? Saying one last goodbye but not meeting face to face?

The youngest, the third brother - Yang Minghua, ruthless strategist - keeping da ge Yuanxing's memory alive by doing the things he used to love?

And then...

I am weeping in advance because our da ge is Di Lin who is going away to win every battle he fights or else; er ge is Siyi who is going to be the memory keeper; and our san di, the youngest, is Zichuan Xiu who is also presenting as someone he's not, who's devoted and loyal and is willing to play the mercenary fool.

Please, in the next episode Ge Yingxing is clearly going to die and as for my poor meow meow Di Lin, it's only a matter of time.

I am begging every trio of young heroes to never, ever ever swear eternal brotherhood, okay? Nothing good ever comes of it. Not in a peach orchard, not on any back mountains, nowhere! Nowhere is safe!

Girls can become besties if they're lying down on the main princess's bed though. That's allowed.

[monamourbladie]

The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 6)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

Chapters Masterlist

warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

Tag List: (@ me to be added) @kimura-uzuri

Fu Xuan knew she had time to speak with the General before Kafka's interrogation was to take place. She quickly moved to a secluded location outside of the hotel and made a holograph call to the General. Quickly, he answered the call, looking concerned. "Is there something wrong, Diviner?" Fu Xuan let out a soft sigh, glancing at her hands. "You were right, General. About Y/n? It is her. The same one that was banished from the Luofu all that time ago." Jing Yuan simply hummed in response, his hand moving towards his chin in thought. "I see. I was afraid of that. I can't say it's not nice to see an old friend, however - even if we weren't that close at the time." Jing Yuan recalled the painful memory of the day everything went wrong. The day Yingxing died, and a grave sin was committed in an attempt to save his life. Jing Yuan tried his best to not think of it.

"How much does Y/n know?" he then asked. "I told her I must speak to you first before I tell her anything. She knows I know something grave. She doesn't remember she's a Vidyadhara... or that she was even married." Jing Yuan looked at Fu Xuan with a slight smirk, "Meaning, she has no idea the man she's been dreaming of was her husband in a past incarnation? How amusing." Fu Xuan shifted uncomfortably, "What should I tell her, General? She remembers nothing of her previous life. She has no idea of her sin, what she did to Yingxing, or even who she really is. Is it even safe to unlock those memories? And how did she even forget?"

Jing Yuan looked at her with a solemn expression. "Her reincarnation process was interrupted. The same happened to the Imbibitor Lunae, Dan Feng. Because neither of the two could complete a full reincarnation cycle, everything in their previous life was locked away - essentially making them believe they were an entirely new person. It would take nothing short of a miracle for their full memories to return, and for them to physically appear as a Vidyadhara once more. I don't think this is the time for that. Especially since, if Y/n were to fully return knowing everything she did - she'd still be banished. I don't feel like sending her to prison when she's already helped us so much with the Stellaron Hunters."

"So... what should I tell her, then?" Fu Xuan asked. "Tell her nothing. Tell her that once this all passes, I will set her aside and answer all of her questions. But for now - we can not risk her finding out about her previous incarnation. Especially if my hunch is correct, and that Blade is truly Yingxing, it could be disastrous." Fu Xuan nodded, bowing her head, "Yes, General. I will go catch up with our guests and begin the interrogation of Kafka momentarily." Jing Yuan nodded to her, "Good. Report to me once it is complete. And good luck - dealing with Kafka needs it," he chuckled. His hologram faded away, and Fu Xuan left to find the Trailblazers.

Fu Xuan remained at the center of the Commission where the Divination was to take place, waiting for the Trailblazers to return. Soon, Stelle, Welt, March, and Y/n walked up. Y/n walked straight up to Fu Xuan as the Cloud Knights guided Kafka to the center. "Well? Did you speak with the General?" she asked. Fu Xuan nodded, raising her hand to silence her, "Yes. And I'm afraid this will have to wait until after the Divination." Y/n glared at her, "No. You're going to tell me the truth right now. I have a right to know." FU Xuan grumbled, shaking her head, "I don't have time for this. You can talk with the General afterward like he requested! Now stand back with your friends and let me do my job," she snapped at Y/n. Y/n rolled her eyes and walked towards March and Stelle, "Whatever. I'll figure it out myself."

March immediately took notice of her frustrated demeanor and frowned. "Woah... what's got you all fired up?" March commented. Y/n crossed her arms as she stood beside her bubbly friend, "Fu Xuan knows the truth about what's going on with my dreams and refuses to tell me. She's claiming I have to speak with the General to learn the truth. As if it's so important I have to talk to the damn General of the freaking Luofu. Like, what is she even on?!" Y/n started ranting to March. "Oh! And one other thing that's  freaking perfect is apparently, the man in my dreams? Blade? She's claiming he's my husband! How ridiculous is that!" March immediately busted out laughing. "Oh, that's so funny! And so obviously wrong! You've never even met him, how could you be married? If you ask me, little missy up there is just spitballing everything she says! I doubt she'll even be able to fully do... whatever it is she's doing to Kafka," March muttered, looking over at Fu Xuan who was beginning the Divination process.

Brilliant shapes made of vibrant pink lights were swarming around Kafka, causing her to levitate. Fu Xuan's hands were raised in front of her, her eyes closed in focus as she Divined the truth of Kafka. As frustrated as Y/n was, she couldn't deny how beautiful this process was shaping out to look. The shapes swirled around Kafka as her smirk grew until Fu Xuan pulled back gasping for air - the same reaction she had after seeing through Y/n's memories. "That's... that's why you're here...?" she asked, her voice shaky. "All for that?" 

"What? Not what you were expecting?" Kafka smiled innocently down at her. "I... I can't believe it. But the Matrix of Prescience cannot be wrong," Fu Xuan muttered, looking down at her hands. The Trailblazers and Tingyun stepped closer to Fu Xuan to make sure everything was alright. "What did you see?" Y/n asked. "Kafka has nothing to do with the Stellaron, but... it's you." Fu Xuan pointed to Stelle. She let out a bitter laugh, "Absurd. I'd never thought it. "Me?" Stelle asked simply. "Ask her yourself. Speak to her as long as you'd wish." Fu Xuan stepped aside to allow Stelle to walk up to Kafka.

Y/n quickly moved forward and rest her hand on Stelle's shoulder, "Are you sure you want to speak with her?" she asked Stelle cautiously. Stelle glanced at her hand then back at her, slowly nodding. Y/n then removed her hand and watched as Stelle walked up to Kafka, whose smile only widened at the sight of her. Her obsession with Stelle was creepy at this point.

Y/n crossed her arms as she began to think over her dreams again. March hopped over and leaned on her shoulder, smiling. "Hey, miss pouty. Try and cheer up, okay? As I said, I doubt whatever Fu Xuan is trying to talk you into believing is a load of lies. Just live in the moment! Look around at the Luofu and how pretty it is! And that tree that we saw earlier? It was so pretty, I took so many photos of it!" March exclaimed. Y/n couldn't help but smile at her excited younger friend. She never failed to bring a smile to her face, even in times of feeling stressed out like right now. "Thanks, March. Can I see?" March nodded as she went to grab her camera, when a huge earthquake shook the planet. March immediately grabbed onto Y/n's arm, looking around frantically, "What's happening?!" 

"It's the tree!" Welt exclaimed, pointing at it. The ground shook intensely as the tree grew at an alarmingly fast rate, the top of the tree protruding past the clouds from its height. From the branches dropped glowing words in the Luofu's native language, beautiful yellow sparks falling from it slowly. It was so large that it completely obstructed most of the view of the Luofu now. 

"Kafka's escaping!" Fu Xuan yelled. Everyone turned to look at Stelle, who was currently trying to chase after Kafka. Her shackles had been magically broken and she immediately started to back up. As Stelle sprinted forward, a man dropped in front of her, holding his sword dangerously close to her - forcing her to keep her distance. Y/n looked over and immediately recognized him. It was Blade. He was here, so close to her...

"Let's go, Bladie~" Kafka called to him. "We've got two more places to visit." Blade twirled his sword behind his back as he kept a strong glare at Stelle. Y/n felt her heart pound out of her chest. She wanted to follow him. Y/n broke free of March's grasp and she gasped, yelling back at her as she ran, "Y/n, what are you doing?!" 

"BLADE!" She yelled, catching up to Stelle quickly. Blade began to turn to follow Kafka when he froze, recognizing the voice. The voice... from his dreams...? He turned back around fully and saw Y/n running up to him. He quickly drew his sword again, holding it taught, "Who are you?" He snapped. "Leave her, we don't have time for this!" Kafka yelled at him. "It's me! It's Y/n! You're the one from my dreams... you're... you're real," Y/n said, her gaze completely fixated on his. His glare softened, examining her face as he took in her words. Then it clicked in his mind...

Blade let his sword fall to his side. He felt so conflicted. The woman he had been longing to finally meet was right in front of him, but he had to run with Kafka... Kafka rolled her eyes and twirled her fingers, "Just take her with us, damn it!" Blade heard her voice in his head and he growled, closing his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh and immediately grabbed Y/n's wrist tightly, pulling her against his body as he leaned in to whisper, "Don't make me regret this."

His free arm slid around her waist, holding her flush against his body. After making sure he had a firm grip on her, he started to run. Y/n squealed in surprise, "Hey! Let go of - what do you think you're doing!?" she tried fighting it, but good God that man was so strong, she could barely move an inch in his hold. The Trailblazers started yelling after them, chasing after Kafka and Blade as they got away with Y/n. 

She wanted to resist, but something was stopping her from it... Maybe she was secretly okay with this? She was at least, until she saw them get closer to the ledge... "You better not fucking jump that!" she yelled. Kafka let out a laugh, "That's the fun part, Trailblazer." She raised her arms and fell backward off the platform, disappearing. Y/n grabbed Blade tighter as she hid her face in his chest, his grip on her tightening, "Better hold on..." he muttered, jumping head first after Kafka. Y/n screamed as they fell, fully convinced this was how she'd die.

To her utter surprise, she, Blade, and Kafka had landed feet first on a Starskiff deck that was docked below the platform, perfectly hidden from view. Kafka brushed off the dirt from her clothes as she regained her stature, looking at Blade with a pissed off gaze, "What the hell is wrong with you, Blade?" She snapped at him. Blade set Y/n down, rolling his eyes, "Don't you start." Y/n's knees immediately buckled, most likely from the fear of dropping that far so fast as she scrambled to find a place to sit down. Her breathing was jagged as she tried to process everything that had just happened.

"Don't I start? Don't I start?? Blade, you brought a fugitive with us! This was not a part of the script!" she snapped at him. "And out of everyone, it was an Astral Express member! Are you fucking insane?" she yelled. Blade waved his hand in irritants, "I'll get back to you in a damn minute, so shut up!" he snapped back at her. He turned from Kafka to Y/n, walking directly up to her. "Get up," he snapped at her. His voice was much colder in person than how it was in her dreams. She gulped as she stood up slowly. Blade gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, keeping it at his side, "Y/n, isn't it?" he asked coldly. She nodded quickly, "Y-yes... please tell me you've been having those dreams too so I don't feel like an absolute idiot," she asked nervously. She was greatly intimidated by him. His stature was much more intense in person, and he was way taller than she thought he'd be. She gulped as she looked up at him when he moved closer, clearly examining her.

Blade was silent for a few moments, "...Yes, I have been," he finally answered. "You've been in all of them. How are you here?" he asked her. Kafka scoffed, "This is her?" she muttered, rolling her eyes as she started piloting the Starskiff to the next destination. "I'm with the Astral Express. Kafka... she told us to come here. Said she needed help to get you out of prison..." Y/n replied. She couldn't help but blush from how close he was to her. Either he had no concept of personal space, or he was that close to her to get a reaction out of her. Either way, it was intimidating in the best ways.

"She managed just fine without you. What's the real reason why you're here?" Blade replied, his tone growing colder again. Y/n bit her lip, "That's why we came. But... when I realized I might have a chance of actually meeting you, I made sure to come with them. Even if I had a friend tell me to stay away from you," she answered truthfully. She hadn't thought about Dan Heng in a while, and now she was beginning to feel guilty that here she was doing the exact opposite of what she promised him. But now that she saw him in person... she didn't feel so bad about it.

"Good to know that friend of yours is afraid of me," Blade said with a smirk. "But, I must say I'm curious as to how you realized it was me." he set his sword down, crossing his arms. It was amusing to him just how short she was in comparison to him. But, he couldn't lie to himself - she was just as gorgeous as he secretly hope she'd be in person.

"Fu Xuan and General Jing Yuan all but confirmed it," she replied to him. She brushed some of the hair from her face as she let out a shaky sigh, "L-Listen... I don't want to cause any trouble. I really don't. I just... I felt compelled to talk to you. This was what I came on the Luofu for anyway, hoping I'd be able to find you if you truly did exist." Blade was amused by this. He slowly started to walk forward toward her, and she instinctively backed up. "How sentimental of you. How about you tell me what Jing Yuan told you, then?" She hit her back against the wall of the Starskiff, and she blushed brightly as his hand lay against her head. He had her practically pinned between her and the wall. She bit her lip, staying silent as she looked up at him flustered, "I..." Blade waited for a moment for her to answer, and when she didn't, he reached down for his sword slowly, "Don't make me use this on you, sweetheart. Just tell me what he told you," he said in a taunting tone. Her eyes widened at the nickname, and it served to make her all the more flustered by the situation she was in. Blade looked down at her with an amused sly smile. He was enjoying taunting her like this...

Before Y/n could fully answer, Kafka spoke up for them. "You're married, Blade. To her. Is that what it is?" Kafka said. Y/n looked over at Kafka, her mouth hanging open in surprise, "How... how did you know?" Blade looked back at Kafka in shock, then back at Y/n even more surprised. He immediately dropped his sword and removed his hand from beside her head, taking a large step back from her. "Excuse me?" He said in an angry tone, as if the mere thought offended him deeply. Kafka pulled out Y/n's jade pendant necklace, smirking. "You dropped this when we landed on the Starskiff. It's identical to Bladie's." Blade immediately moved forward and snatched it from Kafka's hand, examining it. Y/n felt nervous as he held it, "Hey! Be careful with that, it's a family heirloom!" she exclaimed.

"No... it can't be," he murmured. He looked down at his belt where he kept his jade pendant. His brows furrowed as he moved his hand to unhook it from his belt, holding it up to her pendant. He noticed that the two could be pieced together... so he connected the pendants.

And it was a perfect fit. Blade remained in complete silence as he and Y/n looked at their pendants that slotted perfectly into each other. It was obvious they were a one-of-a-kind pair. "What do you know of the Jade Pendant, Kafka?" Blade asked. His voice was calm and quiet now. Kafka crossed her arms and sat down on a chair behind the couple. "On the Luofu, those pendants are used in place of a traditional wedding ring. Although a ring could be bought for looks, the Pendant is the true symbol of marriage. According to legend, Vidyadharians specifically would place their pendant in their mouth before their reincarnation process in hopes of being reunited with their lover in their next life." Kafka began to smirk, "Cute, is it not?"

Y/n's heart began to race. Everything was slotting almost too perfectly into place. But it still felt like she was missing a huge chunk of information. "I don't mean to be rude, but I don't remember getting married to you," Y/n spoke up, looking up at Blade. He looked down at her for a moment, nodding in response, "Nor do I."

"Curious," Kafka said, standing up. She stepped between the pair and held the connected pendant in her hand, "Well, then if neither of you remembers, then I guess it's not true?" Kafka suggested. "It's just by pure coincidence that you two have been dreaming of each other for weeks on end, and have matching jade pendants that eludes to you two being married. No biggie, I suppose," Kafka said with a fake disappointed sigh. Blade rolled his eyes at her dramatization. "I have had memories for the longest time with a woman I could not recognize. I'm beginning to think that perhaps you are the woman in those memories, Y/n," Blade finally spoke up, turning to her. Y/n glanced up at him. She shrugged lightly, "Maybe. I've had the same kinds of memories, but I always thought they were dreams, since I had no idea what was happening in them." Y/n took a moment to recall a few of them. "But... now that I'm thinking about it, maybe you're right? In mine, there was always one man that I couldn't identify his voice, or what he looked like. But eventually, I started to see you appear in my dreams..."

Y/n and Blade both looked at each other. They felt a certain warmth and familiarity as they did, which caused Y/n to smile up at him. "What if... somehow... we really are married?" Y/n asked. "Then what?" Blade remained completely silent. He looked down at her, averting his eyes from her to the sky. "I don't know," he said simply. He then walked to the opposite side of the Starskiff, leaving Y/n and Kafka alone.

She felt her heart sink... he seemed irritated at the idea that they were married. Maybe she was stupid to come here and confront him in person. She understood that everything she was explaining seemed farfetched and completely unreal - she even thought that. But what she hoped was not the case was that Blade was angry at this development.

What else was she forgetting? Maybe if she managed to remember whatever it was, she'd find out the truth as to what she and Blade truly are.

[draconicfool]

@shallliveoninsong asked: Jing Yuan hurries over with about 300 small pictures printed out and two rolls of tape. Pictures of a very awkward-looking teen-Yingxing. "I found these while looking through old keepsakes! Elder Huaiyan gave me them years ago and I just made a bunch of copies. Help me tape them all around the house for maximum embrassment for Xing-ge! And make sure to hide some in odd places too so he's finding them for weeks on end!" [Luofu trio verse ofc lmao]

"Embarrassin' A-Xing another day? Yeah, I actually really like that. Look at him, hah! Tha's different th'n when I met him." He'd been younger back then, actually- cuter and rounder. But this? it was actually rather funny, seeing a lankier and awkward looking version of the man they both adored. "He's gonna hate this, baby!"

discord shenanigans || @xianzhou-craftsman you're involved

[noctether]

" A-Yuan have you been sleeping under the trees again? " The high elder reached up to pluck the leaves out of Jing Yuan's hair, noting how much taller he had grown. " It's a wonder how you haven't caught a cold yet. But I suppose I'll look past it this time. The weather is pleasant today. Which brings up another matter-. You've rested, but have you eaten? "

Everyone thinks that Jing Yuan is some kind of stray cat that sleeps on every kind of surface he can find. And they aren’t all that wrong, but to have Dan Feng of all people pointing it outright does hurt just a little bit. He wants to look more… husband-material to Dan Feng. Damn leaves, he thought he had removed them all!

“Feng-ge, I’m not this delicate.” A pout forms on his lips, his doggy face quickly joining in. He doesn’t want to be scolded, if he’s honest, but he does want to have Dan Feng’s company for a little longer if possible. “I may not be enough to face you in combat, but I do kick Yingxing’s ass easily!” Why of all things he wants to brag about beating Yingxing is beyond them all. Except that maybe it comes from that sliver of insecurity he feels towards the relationship of Dan Feng and Yingxing.

Then, unprompted and daring, Jing Yuan easily wrap his arms around the smaller man, pretending not to notice how this proximity they share isn’t ‘innocent’ anymore given how much he has grown. “But was that you asking me out for dinner, gege? Woah, I’m honored. ~” He might be going overboard here, but until Dan Feng doesn’t push him away or shows signs of being uncomfortable, Jing Yuan won’t stop. “Of course, I accept to be the esteemed High Elder’s date for tonight’s dinner. ~”

[yingren]

"Firefly," Yingxing echoes the name, taking a moment from his thoughts about that incredible piece of machinery to consider Ren's reaction. There's a glimmer of protectiveness in him that's both familiar and somewhat adorable. "I could replicate it!" Now that Ren has told him he can't, he'll definitely have to at least make a good attempt, even if he wasn't originally planning to. "You're so distrustful of me, Ren-ge, what does that say about yourself, hm? I only wanted to take a look at it. Do you think she'd be up for a demonstration?"

“ you most certainly could not. ” maybe it’s a challenge, or just ren's way of quickly figuring out what yingxing plans to do with his companion—assuming it’s not to dismantle the entire sam suit for his own amusement. the nickname makes ren roll his eyes, though he can’t say he truly dislikes it. spending too much time with the old man has made him almost grow fond of him, which is unsettling in itself. his reluctance still lingers, hard to shake off, though ren is fairly certain yingxing won’t try anything reckless or stupid. maybe they can make this work, if all he really wants is to take a look.

“ i can ask her, i’m sure she’ll agree. firefly doesn’t need any help but just know that if you do meet her, i’ll be in the next room. ”

[lightning-etc-lord]

"does it work well? I've been trying to balance the weight with different materials, but alas it might be heavier than the last spear I've made for you?" it wasn't just concern that spoke out of yingxing, it was his own dedication to mastering the art, to create something everlasting and great. something these people here would use for centuries? centuries he wouldn't see anymore, but they accepted him into their rows and he was grateful. he, too, wanted to get rid of those borisins for good.

"different from jingliu, I know you can pack quite a bit more but if you have to sacrifice your speed... then that's no good." yingxing approached jingyuan, lightly touching the spear he had been working on for the last month. "I know it's only been like a year since I came here, which is probably like a day to you people, but be honest with me. I don't have the time to tip toe around..."

though he might be, tip toeing around his own feelings but those were of no matter. before they'd blinked five times he might have already left their lives again. he understood their reluctance, short lived species shouldn't mix with those that outlived them not just by a few years. ( fine here u go I'm a brave one ; weltenwxndler )

@weltenwxndler | JingXing.

Although short lived species are different than the Xianzhou natives in terms of lifespan, Jing Yuan has never looked down on Yingxing because of it. Sure, they might have their bickering moments, but never had Jing Yuan used their different lifespans to tease Yingxing. This is both out of respect, and out of fear. That’s because Jing Yuan knows that, in the long run, Yingxing is fated to life a much shorter life than his own. Still, he can enjoy every moment they spend together, and make them even more precious because of it, correct?

“It’s perfect,” he says with a bewitched look, holding the glaive to his chest at first, and then swinging with it. “Oh, Master Yingxing, your talent is incomparable.” Jing Yuan all but fawns over Yingxing, using the opportunity to wrap his arms around the craftsman. He really wants this glaive, yes, but he also wants to get closer to Yingxing. “I’m never parting from this glaive.”

Jing Yuan knows how important it is for Yingxing to be remembered. He makes it a point to tell him that at least his creations will live on forever. Then, a bit bolder, Yuan hides his face on Yingxing’s neck, squeezing the man just a bit stronger. “Thank you, Xing-ge. I mean it. This gift will become my treasure.”

[lightning-etc-lord]

Jing Yuan was certainly going beyond what was allowed— or at least that was what he thought about this hug, anyways. He hadn’t expected for Yingxing to wrap his arms around him, to hold him close. “I’m not little, Xing-ge,” murmured the white haired as he hid even deeper into Yingxing’s hair. Sure, he wanted to fight more for his claim, but this chance to have an excuse to hug Yingxing could never come again!

Being conscious of Dan Feng, Jing Yuan had never tried anything with Yingxing. It was a lost battle; how could he compete with Dan Feng? To Jing Yuan, Yingxing was already taken and owned by the dragon High Elder. So, while it was a bit (very much, in fact) pitiful of him, this was the only small mercies that he would ever be allowed.

Except that Yingxing says he’s his treasure, and Jing Yuan’s face goes bright red, making the man all the more embarrassed. He tries to downplay it by saying, “don’t let a-Feng hear it,” nervous laughter in his voice. Even then, Jing Yuan hadn’t let go of Yingxing. He was still breathing the man in, trying to memorize how it feels to be in the arms of someone so warm. When Yuan finally pulls away (because he’s afraid that Yingxing will learn about his feelings if he presses too much), his face is still red, but somewhat composed. “A-Feng is lucky to have you. But, ah, don’t let it get to your head, hm? I know that all you need is some praise to get you going.”

Jing Yuan had learnt a lot about Yingxing just from looking at him. It’s a bit shameful. “By the way, how could I pay you for this? You’ll have to live for more a hundred years if you want a decent price for it, you know. My salary isn’t high enough just yet. Though, I can ask Master… she might have a good amount saved…”

continued from here / @lightning-etc-lord

yingxing watched jingyuan with his weapon. he was good to leave this behind, and the fact that all borisins may be brought to their deaths with his own creations. he was satisfied with the knowledge he'd partake in the wars even long after he ceased to exist, but a part of warm arms reminded him that the time was not yet upon him. "i hope you don't, you fierce little lion. keep it close to you." little was a joke, jingyuan was almost a giant, but he was much like a lion. just as fierce and fast, but also as majestic with golden bright hues. jingyuan was indeed a very beautiful man, manly, grown up.

he was surprised for jingyuan to hide his face against his neck, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. if he wanted to indulge in this affection, then yingxing was more than happy to give it back to him. he was no stranger to wanting to feel a steady bond, to have a companion, maybe even a lover. someone to hold onto at night, to brush his hair, to whisper sweet nothings, to snuggle up to in cold nights, to kiss... and to love, without any sort of restrain. to let carnal greed reign.

"just as much as you are my treasure, jingyuan." he reached up to pat the man's unruly mane, soft flocks of white hair. "wield it well, defeat all your enemies and return to me. to us."

oh, right, he shouldn't let that greed and need show. he'd only make this pure radiant man unhappy.

[lightning-etc-lord]

That was very... sly of Yingxing. Jing Yuan didn’t necessarily try to trap the craftsman in something he might not be able to get off from, but Yingxing acting smart in a conversation with him means Yuan has trained the man good enough. Uh, pity, he can’t make fun of Yingxing now.

However, this also means that he’ll have to go with his game. To Jing Yuan, this isn’t a loss by any means. The man sits himself on a nearby chair, making use of how they are very much alone to tap his lap in an invite. “Well then, you can start anytime now, Xing-ge.”

Gege, do you sleep on the top or on the bottom of the bunk?

I don’t even have a bunk bed- ahem but, if I had to choose the bottom bunk.