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[sizhui]

[ Sizhui's arms tighten around Jin Ling, just a little. And there is a whispered, ] I would wait.

[ Just so that Jin Ling doesn't start to doubt.

Then his shoulders relax a fraction. ]

I like it. And I think it would be good to see it on them, too.

[inheritedpain]

[ His heart thumped a little painfully and unexpectedly, the words hitting him deeper than he expected. He shouldn’t want that. He should want Sizhui to be happy regardless of where he was. Shouldn’t want him to pine or wait or yearn. He shouldn’t. But the promise still makes his throat tight.

He was not going to mention how much that meant to him. He was not going to add that as an extra burden if he disappeared.

But it did make him breath out, leaning in to press his forehead to side of Sizhui’s head, closing his eyes for a second as he rested there. ]

... Yeah, [ He murmured, before pressing a kiss to the shell of Sizhui’s ear. ]

I like it, too.

I really like it on you, A-Yuan.

[sizhui]

[ Jin Ling, please. Who says that Sizhui can't be happy and wait for you. Not completely happy, of course, but you know him. He will do his best to not be heartbroken only. He will live.

Just live better, more fully, when you are here.

So, please. Let the words matter.

Meanwhile, it's Sizhui's turn to blush, the ear shell heating beneath Jin Ling's lips, his hand moving to burrow his fingers under the wealth of Jin Ling's hair and stroke up and down the side of his neck. ]

Mm... what else... do you think looks good?

[ The question might be a touch breathy, but it can be interpreted at something other than... outright suggestive.

Right? ]

[inheritedpain]

[ It’s like he can feel the air thicken, or the wind being taken from his lungs rather than filling them, on the next breath. He might have missed the implication, maybe, if Sizhui wasn’t touching him like that. But it was impossible like this.

He’s even forgotten that they are just sitting outside under a tree.

He flushed, tilting his head a little so he could press a kiss to Sizhui’s earlobe, instead, and then another to the curve of his jaw just below. ]

What, besides you? [ He asks quietly, nuzzles a little bit in against the side of Sizhui’s face so his words even murmured are all too clear beside his ear. ]

You always look good, it really isn’t fair. But I... I like it when your hair is loose, too...

[ And the headband isn’t holding it up... ]

[wangji]

(( Wangji just happens to be walking by. He takes note of the juniors canoodling under the tree, stops briefly to blink, then sighs and continues on. He certainly remembers what it was like to be young and in love. ))