晓星尘

[daczhang]

DACZHANG — indie, low activity & private XIAO XINGCHEN of MDZS. novel/hc based. sideblog to @ghcstchild. limited to yi city arc for the most part.

[daczhang]

@s4ray — from here.

IT'S ALMOST SHAMEFUL, how easily he lets the words slip from his lips, daring, begging — the shroud of darkness makes whatever distance Xiao Xingchen managed to ensure between them almost palpable. Electric, warm breath brushing against his skin, so close until A-Qing's loud voice interrupted something he couldn't have even imagined before. But he could've relented. Could've pulled away, pretended it was nothing, an accident, a blind man is easy to forgive for standing too close, for yearning for someone's touch a little too much. He chooses to be a coward. He wouldn't be able to save face if they ever talked about it again — at least this way, his regret would be a sweet one.

The first brushing of lips tastes like warm caramel, and it's sweet indeed, it's sweet enough to unravel the tension that's been building up between them for weeks, gentle enough to leave him breathless. But the other doesn't relent either — a thief without a name who isn't stealing his first kiss because he asked for it, but it might be too late to try and give anything in this room a name. Lips part again, less awkward than expected, he can feel the warmth of a smile too close to his own... ❝ I like the sound of your voice, ❞ he exhales at last. Fingers trail slowly towards the other man's cheek, feeling their way up his neck — heated skin and raw, rushing pulse. He isn't leaving, he isn't running away. All Xiao Xingchen can do is offer his warm beating heart upon the palm of his hand.

❝ ... do it again? ❞

[daczhang]

@s4ray — from here.

NOTHING BUT A FRACTURE OF A MOMENT that lasted too long — he couldn't possibly explain the desire to know, something so simple, so unreachable to him. Beyond the thin white veil that covers his eyes, his companion must be silently mocking him. A-Qing indulged his curiosity with ease, beaming as fingers danced carefully around her gentle features ( 'daozhang is so pretty', she teased then, entrusted to a similar luxury; the blind leading the blind ). It's not too difficult to empathize with the staggering halt, and he is almost ready to step back when warm fingers wrap around his wrist — and Xiao Xingchen is more than grateful for the guidance, and the lenience.

❝ Young, ❞ he voices with a smile, shaking his head lightly at the remark. Fingertips brush softly across the gash that should have healed already, bringing a gentle frown to his features — he makes sure not to cross it again, nor cause any more discomfort, not with the tension building up, throbbing under his touch. He doesn't even know his friend's name. ❝ Charming, ❞ a smile grows wider. His thumb is too careless, straying off course, feeling its way towards the corners of lips — full and warm, softer than the words that fall from them. It brings him to a pause. It makes him want to linger. Feel that heated softness underneath his skin again, but it must be too close, too intimate. Close enough that it makes his breath hitch. The hand withdraws, if only to find a better angle — the back of his palm glides carefully over the sharper edges of the other's jawline, not too different from the image painted by his mind, but somehow more refined. Boyish and good-looking, underneath all that crudeness of a sharp tongue and a cutting rage of the damaged voice. It was agony that he heard, on some days. The hoarse screaming of something broken. Xiao Xingchen never pushed it, never asked, yet the fascination that came with the sound never failed to draw a smile at the most obvious jokes. ❝ I apologize if my curiosity brought you any discomfort. Now I can picture you a bit better. ❞