A Humble Scrap Collector

indie xie lian from TGCF penned by J

[gracefalllen]

indie & low activity, side-blog for xie lian from mxtx’s tian guan ci fu. Pulling from all sources of tgcf and headcanons. penned by J (25+), mature themes ahead.

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[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[mxxnflxw3r]

"heaven resides in the arms of my noble and gracious special someone"

- said no-one! jesus(dianxia) I need a sprite anyway here's hualian <3

ps. should I do gojo x geto next? Yaoi is in my blood atp

[huascrimsonpeony]

"He believed that this man would die for him again and again, and be reborn for him again and again; even if he fell into the depths of hell, he would cross the abyss in the name of his faith.

Last time, it took them eight hundred years to run toward each other.

This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace."

[traittor]

Enveloping WARM, BLEEDING, AROMATIC Xianle in his arms, White No Face grips at the prince's lower back and RIPS at his robes to keep him pinned. The trashing only doubles the Calamity's power and he hisses as limbs fly and hit against him. Xie Lian's panic entices him and Bai Wuxiang seeks to draw BLOOD from the man he pursues, and has been pursuing, for thousands of years.

"You don't get to decide when I stop." He grins and catches Xie Lian by the wrist with one hand, twisting his arm downward while fighting to capture his other one. "You can NEVER get rid of me." Bai Wuxiang exclaims through his laughter but just then, a weeping howl escapes him as he shoves Xie Lian down, seeking to break ANYTHING: a wrist, an arm, a leg, a pelvis, a NECK.

He wants to snap Xianle in half so that he could carry him into his spider nest and DRAIN him of his power even if Bai Wuxiang is the one who shackled the prince in the first place. He slams Xianle's back into the ground and looms over him like a monster ready to claim his prey with his teeth. "Give up!" He sneers as he loses control over Xianle's rapid movements. He is left chasing after Xie Lian's limbs like a feline toying with wisps of the sun intruding between autumn leaves. "Where is Crimson Rain Sought Flower now, mm? Is he coming to save you? WHERE IS HE, XIANLE?" He finally catches Xianle by his throat and SQUEEZES, digging his dull nails into an elegant neck TAINTED by a cursed shackle. "Call out to him!"

[gracefalllen]

So desperate to escape, Xie Lian hardly hears the sounds of his robes being torn. He feels his skin split as he struggles against those claws, but no pain comes with it. Pain is second nature to him - it's a familiar feeling, one he doubts he could describe or name anymore. But for some reason, this feeling of nails ripping his skin and robes tugs and within his mind all he can scream is that it hurts, it hurts it hurts!

The panic makes him feel half blind. All he can focus on is to fight and run, but it's impossible to do both at the same time, and in the back of his rational mind Xie Lian knows this. He can't think of any other option, can't push back against the body covering his own or the hand gripping his throat, squeezing like it was trying to brand a mark into his neck like the shackle there. Xie Lian can't draw in a breath like this, he tries to gasp for air and is suddenly thrown back into another moment in time when his entire existence was little more than breathe, breathe, try to breathe, you need to breathe, it hurts it HURTS TO BREATHE -

He doesn't know when he stops trying to struggle. He can feel his mouth trying to form coherent words, and he realizes very suddenly that he's trying to call out to Hua Cheng, but no sound escapes. As soon as Xie Lian realizes, he forces himself to stop. There's no use here, and he doesn't want to drag him into this mess as well, or put him in any danger. As strong as Hua Cheng is, would he be able to match a being that Xie Lian has never been able to fully?

Could he live with himself if he got hurt or worse trying to assist?

As soon as he stops trying to call out, the hand around his neck loosens its grip just enough that Xie Lian can breathe once more. It feels like clawing his way out of a grave, like blinking his eyes open only to catch the glint of a dark sword, like he's been forced to die and come back once more. As soon as he can breathe just a little bit, he draws enough air into his lungs to look up at the calamity above him. His calamity to face.

❝ Was that your best?❞ he asks, voice rough from the strangulation.

[traittor]

@gracefalllen || from here

Shoved like a DOG, the White Robed Calamity hisses. Spiritual energy lingers in the tracing hands despite the seals that hold Xianle's true potential from him. The Supreme stands where he was shoved, a mere step back from the panicked Crown Prince. And as he watches the whipping cloak of elegant hair like the silk of spring tulips TEASING a prowling feline, he begins to laugh. "Haa," he starts slowly, merely exhaling the amusement as pressure builds up in his chest. And then, it begins to boil, "Haa-haaa," and twist, "Haa-haa-haaa,", conjuring a wild echo of maniacal laughter that lashes against the ground.

"HAA-HAA-HAAA-HAAAA! XIANLE, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Bai Wuxiang calls after the feeling of ancient noble as black centipedes crawl out of the crescent sockets and twisted mouth. They fall upon the ground and burn in black fire as the Calamity throws his dark head back, drenching his shaking body in the moonlight. A ghost possessed by true evil spreads his arms like a tortured bird, soaking up the needling feeling of being a hunter TOYING with his prey. "Ohh, Xianle, my DEAR, LOST, TORTURED, Xianle." The Ghost grins underneath the mask until the rotten muscles nearly rip. His voice crackles and grows heavier, and slowly the grin obscured by horror collapses into a deep frown. The White Calamity suddenly screams in anger as spiders stick their thin, black appendages out of the dark sockets of the mask, trembling from the monster that summoned them. It is then when the Calamity gives chases, vanishing into smoke before reappearing much closer to the fleeing Crown Prince. He runs after him, almost floating in the air, laughter and maddened wailing rippling from all sides as if White No Face controls the very atmosphere of Xie Lian's unfortunate surroundings.

"You propose a challenge and RUN?" The Ghost snarls out and laughs again. "Have I not taught you that no one is coming? Who will give you shelter, Xianle? I AM YOU." He screams and bursts into a white fountain of baby spiders, an illusion so horrifying it is indescribable. They crawl on the ground and die one by one, scorching grass in their brief wake. Bai Wuxian reappears directly in Xianle's way next, towering like an obstacle of woe with the cry-laughing mask twisting to a degree that surely could have snapped a mortal's neck by now.

"Come to ME." He sneers and opens his arms. "You have no one left but ME."

[gracefalllen]

There was no time to consider how cowardly it was to do just as White No Face said. Xie Lian was too consumed in the horror and fear, too focused on running like his life depended on it. He couldn’t die (he knew that well enough) but that didn’t mean what was in store for him if he stayed in place would spare him. His skin prickles in terror, at the echoes of laughter that seem to float through the air around him, never getting further away.

He knows he’s being chased. He knows he’s likely being corralled exactly where the calamity wants him to go, but he can’t make himself stop running. That thing is the one being in the world that brings back every memory he tries to shut away, to forget forever. There never is any escape.

When it appears in front of him, blocking the way, Xie Lian is hardly even surprised. His momentum is too much to keep himself from running straight into the jaws of the beast, and he begins to struggle the moment he’s been caught. “Stop!” he yells, fighting back with all his might. “Let go!”

How naive was he to propose such a challenge?

[gracefalllen]

Ah, perhaps he should actually take that advice one day...he won't, deep down Xie Lian knows he never will, but sometimes the thought of simply letting everything pass by without his involvement or interference is a comfort. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to smile just a bit brighter than before, then relaxes into something more at ease. The lingering tension fades with every second spent in the Heavenly Emperor's presence.

And I'll be sure to remind you there's no point in trying to stop me, he thinks, holding his tongue as Jun Wu steps closer. He tenses again when a hand that is clean, righteous and divine dares to touch his soiled and worn robes without hesitation. It's not the touch itself that startles him - although, it does make his skin prickle and freeze despite the warmth of the palm on him - but just the fact that the Heavenly Emperor is daring to lower himself to this degree.

❝ My Lord - ❞ he says, throat closing to cut his own protests off before he can voice them. He clears it and glances down to stare at his own hardly white robes, a shameful feeling forcing him to avert his gaze. Strange, as he thought he'd lost his ability to feel shame years ago, but right now it fills him as all his focus goes to the touch on him. When was the last time he'd been touched at all? Or touched without malice? Xie Lian can hardly remember what it even feels like, but this is too overwhelming to be what it actually is. Right? ❝ I - are you certain about being seen with me? Surely even inviting me back is enough to cause unrest amongst the officials...❞

[traittor]

The Crown Prince's voice is like music to Jun Wu's rotten ears. He appreciates the way his title dribbles with saccharine notes at it passes Xie Lian's lips. The Prince may not mean this but the Emperor's interpretation of his tone is that of a selfish indulgence. It's a swaying wind perfumed by the anticipation the Holy Ruler builds. He wants to close in more, to plunge his hand into the waterfalling hair and TASTE the soap Xianle crafted. He wants to know the flavor of something Xie Lian's hands pressed together, washed with, and pruned from overusing. He feels a tug of ancient jealousy in the pit of his stomach hidden underneath layers of his gilded might. Behind his ears, an entity clad in WHITE curls its claws around him, urging the Emperor to giggle and whisper: Ahh, Xianle is so gorgeous when he pathetically excuses himself. But Jun Wu swallows the forming desire and pinches the itch like a burning candle wick.

He exhales and offers a smile wider than his royal status allows. Jun Wu's neighboring hand slips upward to curl his strong index finger underneath Xie Lian's chin, applying firm but tender pressure to convince, though against Xie Lian's better judgment, his head to tip upward. Jun Wu doesn't like it when the Prince looks away from him. That attention belongs to HIM.

"Xianle," he hums and briefly, the Emperor appears reluctant. The pad of his thumb hovers over Xie Lian's chin, and the static of phantom touch prickles his skin, summoning an armada of emotions to squeeze his chest. He lowers the digit to trace its warm pad just below the outline of the Prince's bottom lip. Jun Wu's imposing gaze darkens a shade as he studies the RIPE tint of his counterpart's mouth. With tamed patience, Jun Wu applies ghostly pressure and slowly pries Xie Lian's lip from its sibling. His breath hitches and his chest ceases rising but the Emperor's face remains unbroken. Breathlessly, he says:

"You forget who I am." His voice rumbles low; it is a hint of thunder hidden in white clouds. "Do not impose shame on my behalf upon those who only bring embarrassment upon ME. I would like for you to join me. Will you grant me such an honor?" He regains his breath and takes his hand away from Xie Lian's chin before a voice in his ear convinces him to squeeze it so firmly it cracks in his pinch like a hollow egg. Jun Wu shivers from rolling pleasure as he imagines Xianle's DISTRESS waterfalling from his bloodied face and he has to take a step back before he foregoes his dramatic hospitality. In a style unfathomable, he offers Xie Lian his elbow; an invitation to the inevitable.

[gracefalllen]

Fingers beneath his chin direct his gaze back upwards. Though he's been in Jun Wu's presence many times before, Xie Lian has never felt as small as he does now. Their height difference feels staggering - it's not that Xie Lian is short! But given his body is the same height and build as it was when he was seventeen, he had yet to fully grow before ascending. He feels it now as he looks up, unable to move.

Very much unable to move, especially when a thumb presses firmly to his bottom lip. His eyebrows crease together, unsure of what the Heavenly Emperor is doing exactly. It was impossible to tell if he was angry or something else...but what would prompt him to behave like this?!

Xie Lian manages to swallow when his lip is released. He breathes, suddenly aware that he must've been holding his breath that entire time. Though he wants to, he doesn't duck his head again, instead watching as Jun Wu offers an arm out to him like one would to a noble lady. Hesitantly, and a bit helplessly, Xie Lian reaches out to take it.

"Forgive me, My Lord," he says as they begin to walk. "I did not mean to imply I've forgotten anything. I'll trust your judgement in this matter." He offers a small smile.

[mcflymemes]

"I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for remaining good despite it all, adjust as necessary

they've suffered enough.

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer... and yet i'm still standing.

the world can keep knocking me down, but i'll get back up.

i don't give up.

i just want to live a peaceful life.

i don't want conflict.

there were nicer ways to ask that, you know.

i don't want to hurt anybody.

i still don't hate you.

i want peace at all costs.

if you would only try and see the world from my point of view.

i don't want to fight with you.

things always get better.

this isn't the end.

you have to stand tall.

the world is cruel, but i won't be.

i believe in you. i always have.

my morals are firm.

there's no harm in a little kindness.

just be gentle with them.

i mean well.

there's too much pain in this world. i don't intend to add to it.

i don't want to fight anyone.

don't you believe in yourself?

i'm not leaving them.

there is enough hate in this world.

i try to lead with love.

it's the right thing to do.

this doesn't have to end in violence.

why don't we talk this through?

maybe he's having a bad day.

i'm going to try again.

there has to be another way to do this.

this isn't the time to quit.

i've seen too many things go wrong. this has to go right.

i'm not giving up just yet.

kindness is not weakness.

you can do better than that.

i try to see the good in everyone.

you can't just give up!

you're a special person.

i deserve better than this.

you deserve happiness.

it costs nothing to be kind.

there's no need to be so mean.

if only you could see yourself the way i see you.

it's still a beautiful day.

there's always tomorrow.

are you asking me to quit?

tomorrow will be better.

you didn't mean that, did you?

maybe we should talk this out.

i will always choose to be kind.

despite everything, i just want to be good.

i do my best to see the good in everyone, no matter what.

you didn't have to do that.

that wasn't very nice.

do you have to be so rude?

a nice word goes a long way.

try smiling at them. see what happens.

you could try being nicer.

i deserve a happy ending.

don't beat yourself up.

don't talk about yourself like that.

i see the goodness in you.

life is truly beautiful.

[traittor]

❛  i know what you want, but i’m not going to give it to you, no matter how hard you try. so do your best.  ❜ - gracefalllen

@gracefalllen || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 torture ask

"Xiaaaanle-" the creaking voice of the ancient Calamity seeps through the little crack between his face and the rigid, mutilated mask that laughs and cries as it perceives a DISOBEDIENT god. He stands before a ruined temple that used to belong to Xie Lian, just stomped out by people who are glad to spit on him. All of them keep giving up on the one they call INSIGNIFICANT, but he persists and cleans their filth off the ground with bare hands.

Bai Wuxiang sucks in a sharp breath through his gritted teeth that form an uncanny grin behind his disguise. In this obscurity, his emotion is unseen but it's audible through his hissing laughter. His shoulders shudder amid his amusement and he bends forward like an advancing cobra. "-you are so ungrateful." White No Face declares and his body shudders from elevating rage. "What I've given you, what I have done for you." He continues, approaching the fallen deity. Does he not know he NEEDS Bai Wuxiang for the shackles that squeeze his throat, the one he hides behind bandages ASHAMED? Does he not wish for those twisting curses to free his pearly ankles and those silky wrists? The Calamity sways, an apparition of approaching death amid a clear evening. Just then, his pale hand lifts to grab onto Xie Lian's sleeve, fingers like claws fisting the perfect fabric, creasing it as he pulls the deity towards him. When they are mere inches apart, White No Face bursts into colorful laughter, full of pitches and cracks. It carries a doubling echo that whips at the wind, taming it like a rogue beast. Crickets grow silent and the Ghost's chest rises and falls, mimicking life.

"Don't you DARE reject me now, Xianle." His spitting voice hits the curve of his mask, his cackle growing into a furious snarl of something inhuman. He twists the sleeve until he pinches Xie Lian's flesh between the fabric, his other hand flying up to grip the back of the former prince's neck. Despite their similarities, White No Face towers over the former crown prince. "You are going to give everything to me. You cannot escape this." He squeezes the tender muscles and simultaneously memorizes how the warm skin feels against his numb fingertips. It's soft like a ripe peach, and all White No Face wants to do is SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE, until it BLEEDS, and ROTS, and DIES.

And then he softly cradles Xie Lian's neck, like a gentle hand rescuing a fallen bird with a broken wing. Slowly, he traces the spinal protrusions, as if apologetic for the bruises he just added to the cursed shackle.

"You will obey." Bai Wuxiang mutters softly, sickeningly LOVINGLY. "You will learn, Xianle." He lowers his voice to a mere whisper that gets picked up by the rising breeze. "You will learn, and you will be good." Slowly, he relaxes his hold on the sleeve but his fingers linger by the deity's hand.

"I will teach you. I will give you my best again."

[gracefalllen]

Coming face to face with a creature so terrifying was something Xie Lian had naively hoped he’d never have to endure again. Perhaps foolishly he’d believed he’d never have to, that this White Calamity of his own was forever gone and lived only as scars he carried. Shackles of a reminder, ones he did his best to hide away and ignore, but that always lingered. Staring at that mask brought him right back to the past, made those memories he’d hoped to have long forgotten come rushing back, and despite himself he trembled.

His body did not bear the marks of those memories, but it ached as if it did. It felt like it was on fire the longer he looked, the longer he waited. He’d spoken on instinct, trying to act as if he was unaffected, but Xie Lian was certain that he was seen through. Could it spot his trembling limbs? The way it took such effort to keep standing, to keep looking at all?

He’s helpless to resist when a tug on his sleeve pulls him forward, straight towards the hungry jaws of the beast hunting him. Even if he wanted to fight, the shackles binding away any spiritual power of his own keeps him at a disadvantage, and they both know it. Xie Lian turns his head to keep from looking at that mask, his jaw tense, but he’s forced to face forward once more by that grip on the back of his neck. He grits his teeth until they ache, eyebrows furrowing in defiance. Whatever is coming for him, he can - can - has to - 

(He can’t.)

The promise made springs him into action. With a cry he didn’t know he was capable of, Xie Lian pushes White No Face away and springs back, sprinting as fast as he can in the first direction his body chooses. His robes leave a trail in the wind as he goes, desperate to escape whatever kind of teaching such a calamity has in mind. He remembers every bit of every lesson he’d endured before, and flashes cross his mind as he runs and runs, not sure where he’s going. Part of him is sure it’s useless, another part wants to cry for help.

But no help ever came before. Why would this time be any different?

[wisutalia]

body in abyss

[traittor]

@gracefalllen || cont from here

Ahhhh yes, that undeniable aroma of something perfectly flawed.

The insistent manners are sweeter than ambrosia as the sight cascades over the Heavenly Emperor like a waterfall. When Xie Lian speaks, Jun Wu tastes the AIR he exhales, nostrils slightly flared. "Mmm." He answers with a lingering hum, mirroring the FALLEN, IMPRISONED, BEAUTIFUL god's step and advancing to him. They rival in height but Jun Wu reels when he has to descend his eyes to observe Xie Lian. It makes him giddy with DELIGHT.

"Xianle, I've told you it's no use in overexerting yourself when your efforts are mostly unappreciated." Jun Wu sways like a sole lotus seated amid a black lake. His lips turn up into a smile but just as easily they change into a royal scowl. His eyebrow does not crease. And that scent, that SCENT of soap, handmade by the delicate hands, that despite their efforts to fix a shattered world, remain perfect. Jun Wu dilates his broad chest with an inaudible exhale.

"Xianle," he calls again and reaches over to touch the befallen's shoulder, it's firm like a step of a ROSE. The lower eyelid of Jun WU's right eye twitches and he smiles. "Come dine with me. Let's clean up."

[gracefalllen]

Ah, perhaps he should actually take that advice one day...he won't, deep down Xie Lian knows he never will, but sometimes the thought of simply letting everything pass by without his involvement or interference is a comfort. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to smile just a bit brighter than before, then relaxes into something more at ease. The lingering tension fades with every second spent in the Heavenly Emperor's presence.

And I'll be sure to remind you there's no point in trying to stop me, he thinks, holding his tongue as Jun Wu steps closer. He tenses again when a hand that is clean, righteous and divine dares to touch his soiled and worn robes without hesitation. It's not the touch itself that startles him - although, it does make his skin prickle and freeze despite the warmth of the palm on him - but just the fact that the Heavenly Emperor is daring to lower himself to this degree.

❝ My Lord - ❞ he says, throat closing to cut his own protests off before he can voice them. He clears it and glances down to stare at his own hardly white robes, a shameful feeling forcing him to avert his gaze. Strange, as he thought he'd lost his ability to feel shame years ago, but right now it fills him as all his focus goes to the touch on him. When was the last time he'd been touched at all? Or touched without malice? Xie Lian can hardly remember what it even feels like, but this is too overwhelming to be what it actually is. Right? ❝ I - are you certain about being seen with me? Surely even inviting me back is enough to cause unrest amongst the officials...❞

[gracefalllen]

I like the way your hair smells.

Startled, Xie Lian turned around to face the voice of whoever had managed to sneak up on him. His hand goes to touch his own hair on instinct as he looks around for the source of the voice, but sees nobody.

❝ Ah,❞ he breathes after a second. Despite forcing his shoulders to relax, he doesn't lower his guard at all. ❝ Thank you. I...made the soap I use myself.❞

[traittor]

"Xianle, are you attending a guest?" A voice pierces through the translucent fog, growing into an embodiment of a crowned man. He came to a beckoning that had not named him, standing regal with a perplexed expression. "Whom are you addressing?"

[gracefalllen]

Again, Xie Lian quickly turned to face who had approached him in surprise. He hadn't expected Jun Wu to suddenly appear! Ease fills him at once, and he bends at a polite bow with a smile.

❝ My Lord, forgive me for greeting you like...this,❞ he began, straightening his posture. He wasn't in much position to be greeting the Heavenly Emperor - he'd just gone digging for some scraps he'd spotted, and ended up quite dirty. Perhaps that's how someone was able to sneak up on him so well before.

Though, it was still surprising that someone was able to at all. Even within the presence of Jun Wu, Xie Lian was unable to relax completely. ❝ I'm not sure - someone spoke out to me just now, but they seem to have left.❞ He shook his head, taking a step closer. ❝ It's nothing. Whatever reason you have for seeking me out must be more important.❞

[irisevanz]

Guess what hua cheng????? i love him and can paint him in his crown prince era too

xie lian does things to my brain that make me forget how to act i stg

[gracefalllen]

I like the way your hair smells.

Startled, Xie Lian turned around to face the voice of whoever had managed to sneak up on him. His hand goes to touch his own hair on instinct as he looks around for the source of the voice, but sees nobody.

❝ Ah,❞ he breathes after a second. Despite forcing his shoulders to relax, he doesn't lower his guard at all. ❝ Thank you. I...made the soap I use myself.❞

[kairolan]

okay cuties