宋子琛 – Sòng Zǐchēn

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

[If only Xingchen could see the way he’s smiling at him — the love in his eyes as he uses his thumb to wipe away a vegetable seed that was stubbornly stuck to Xingchen’s face so close to those lips. He wants to kiss them so badly…]

[That is a disturbingly good point! He thinks he has an idea, so he opens the door and gestures for XY to come in]

[Long suffering inner sigh. He wonders if Xingchen would be ok with getting back on the road]

[He squeezes his hand with love. Unfortunately, he can’t taste anything, and there’s no point in eating, but at least he can keep his beloved fed. He is more than delighted to take his handkerchief to clean a little spot near Xingchen’s lips.]

Trying to herd cats.

// Song Lan putting Xue Yang out and locking the door is a running thing that gives me joy every time. Let me have this 🤣

[Picks him up and puts him outside. Then he goes back in and locks the door]

[He is the exact opposite of displeased. The only reason he hasn’t said anything about it, besides the obvious missing tongue, is because he needs his hands to make dinner, and he can’t do that while talking to Xingchen. But Xingchen’s soup will get a little extra of the vegetables, for sure!]

[He said it! Song Lan will just practically float around for the rest of eternity. He has a little smile as he gets the fire ready]

I’ll make dinner for us.
[He wrote to him]

The tea probably has tongues in it. Since his own had likely either decomposed or was eaten by some scavenger, the idea of drinking that tea made him doubly sick. He tried to focus on cleaning, but eventually, he found himself storming outside and pointing away from the house, asking XY to leave.

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desire to be forgiven.

monsters in this world- people like Xue Yang.

“It’s not your fault,” he thought over and over again, wishing to project it into Xingchen’s mind.

All he could do was hold him, and so he would, and he would stroke his hair. It was the only way he could think of to confess his love and his own+

times. Even now, as he dared to stroke the other’s hair, he contemplated a life of seclusion on some mountain. It didn’t have to be celestial at all. It could be near a small village, and they could dedicate their lives to defending it from demons. Anything to keep Xingchen safe from the real +

He feared his own strength, that if he hugged any tighter, Xingchen’s body would break the way his soul had back then. Everything about the person in his arms had always been so delicate. His heart was entirely too fragile for this world. Song Lan had wanted to carry him away from it so many +

Sitting before a small fire, polishing Fuxue and daydreaming about the person in the picture

[Pushing him outside]

🤨

😤

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[He is smiling as well now and writes in his palm]

Multitasking?

arms tightened, having determined on their own that they had no plans of letting him go any time soon.

against the mysophobia, which held him back from truly experiencing the world and connecting with people.

His second chance, deserved or not was here. Song Lan’s arms raised slowly from his sides and then they wrapped around Xingchen’s body. Once they had the bright moon in their grasp, those+

considered the idea of reaching out. Even the briefest brush of his fingers against Xingchen’s hands would have said more than a thousand words could have back then. Yet, he had never managed to work up the nerves to admit that in his heart to touch Xingchen just once would be worth fighting+

He could only mouth the other’s name. Without a tongue, he couldn’t speak it, and that shattered his heart all over again. Feeling the arms settle around him, his body became even stiffer than an actual corpse’s, but it was due to surprise instead of repulsion. So many times in the past, he had+

[He spells into his palm the two dreaded words. Xue Yang.]