孟瑶 / MÈNG YÁO.

“I’m not hungry, Jiějie. But thank you.”

Show, never tell.

/ alas, i cannot

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🥺

Ah…thank you?

a smiling “🥺” figure

This is me. If you even care.

[Quietly playing his guqin.]

/ AUGH NO

/ i’m still Crazayyyyyy unfortunately but. maybe someday i Won’t be

He sheds his intricate fear, the postponed resentments and the prim precautions.

/ i miss being on here :’) is the ‘verse still active?

/ sorry i haven’t been around much. rly not doing well

Wh-Where—

[He clears his throat, blushing even harder at his uncharacteristic lapse of self-control.]

Where shall we go next? Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?

[Definitely not thinking about a certain someone.]

I’m thrilled that it met your approval.

[He sucks in a harsh breath at the feeling of those callused fingertips touching the sensitive skin of his wrist, cheeks burning as Chéngměi returns the favor. His dark eyes are locked on Chéngměi’s lips, wrapped delicately around his straw and sucking like—

Fuck, what kind of pervert is he?]

+

[He gives him a dimpled smile and leans in for a sip, holding Chéngměi’s gaze until he pulls away.]

…better than I thought it would be.

[As he’s a man of his word, Mèng Yáo mirrors his roommate’s action and offers him a sip.]

I didn’t say that.

[Sweating.]

…sometimes it may be helpful to have a fresh pair of eyes looking over one’s work.

Hmm…

I always do.

Does he? Well, someone should see to it that it’s done right. It may as well be me.

“We,” hmm? So my workaholic-in-arms is relaxing, too…

I would never wish to assume.

[But he’s smiling still.]

Oh, nothing that I can’t handle. Mostly diplomatic overtures.

Dead? I certainly hope not.

What lesson? That the world was cold and cruel and he was useless if he couldn’t be just as cold and just as cruel, or worse?

I was going over the projected harvest yields, but I can finish that—

[He yawns.]

—when I wake up.