For the ask meme: "I'm mad at god" where sqq is really talking about airplane
Luo Binghe’s husband is, to put it simply, an odd and fascinating man he half gave up on understanding. It is easier, he’s found, to simply accept whatever Shen Qingqiu does and say and not question it too much.
Besides, even when he gives in to curiosity, it is rarely indulged, not for the oddest things at least. Shen Qingqiu will make excuses, or pretend he never said anything, or in more extreme cases, lightly hit Luo Binghe with his fan to get him to stop asking pointless questions.
It doesn’t matter much, in the end. Luo Binghe knows the important things, such as his husband’s acceptance of his love, and the fact that he is loved back with an intensity that Shen Qingqiu doesn’t always bother hiding anymore.
Still, sometimes it really gets too odd.
They are both relaxing in Shen Qingqiu’s… in their house on Qing Jing Peak. Shen Qingqiu is polishing his sword, while Luo Binghe gives some news from the demon world. His husband is always curious about that, especially if fearsome creatures or rare plants are concerned. It is not the case today, sadly. Instead it is all politics, especially since a great lord recently died and left no blood relative but a child he had with a human woman. Successions are never easy among demons, but this one is already looking to be particularly ugly. The child is young still, and the mother has come running to Luo Binghe to beg for his protection, which he has granted.
“The mother is a good woman,” Luo Binghe notes. “Many would have abandoned their half breed child and only sought to protect themselves.”
He thinks, of course, of Su Xiyan. Somedays, he tells himself she tried to save him, as Shen Qingqiu once argued. Other times, he is convinced that she really meant to destroy him before his birth and failed. Certainty will always escape him on this matter, as on many others.
“This Lord is generous to give asylum to those with enemies,” Shen Qingqiu praises him with a tender smile.
“Shizun thinks too highly of this one. It is only that this one was reminded of his own youth when he saw a miserable mother and child. This one’s life would have been different if his mother had been given help in her time of need.”
Shen Qingqiu, briefly, interrupts his work and stares ad Luo Binghe in that air he has sometimes, as if seeing him for the first time. He then tightens the grip on his sword and starts polishing it with renewed determination.
“What’s shizun doing?” Luo Binghe asks.
“This one is making preparations,” Shen Qingqiu retorts in a dry voice. “I’m mad at god and this time, he’ll feel my wrath.”
“Shizun cannot be serious. Sizhun cannot think of fighting gods.”
Shen Qingqiu shrugs, the way he does when he’s too high on emotion to play the part of cold master he hides behind, and lifts his sword to the level of his eye, checking the edge.
“God is a wimp and it’s time someone took him down for what he did to my husband,” Shen Qingqiu retorts, standing up. “If you need me, I’ll be in An Ding Peak.”
Luo Binghe blinks a few times, unsure what to make of that. He knows of his husband's friendship with Shang Qinghua, but he doesn’t understand it and quite frankly, that little whimpering fool is the last person he would have wanted at his side to go fight gods.
“Will shizun be back in time for dinner?” Luo Binghe inquires, since somehow that’s the sanest question he can think of asking.
Shen Qingqiu only takes a brief moment to consider this.
“Yes. It won’t take very long.”
He then leaves, while Luo Binghe can only stare at the door and try to make sense of what happened.
His husband is a very odd man, but Luo Binghe is hardly normal himself, so they fit well together.
The real problem, though, is that he must now think of a meal befitting a man who may or may not have gone off to kill a god. It’s only early afternoon, but Luo Binghe needs to get to work.
