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[micahkk5]

Just sketchs. Bye❤️

[grouper]

freek

[en-logs]

the bambi is very much bambi-ing today

[mantougod]

[prayer] may gege run his fingers thru my hair next time he puts it up

He knows not if answering such a prayer from a devout follower could be regarded as granting a request— after all it was one of his own wishes as well. Perhaps it ought to be considered the very type of indulgence the ethic sutras warned against? 

All in all, it’s not something he cares to ponder over, not when there’s hair to be handled at least!

The the prayer is heard loud and clear cutting through the din of the everyday. What can he do, but look for his San Lang immediately, the urge to run his fingers through those dark, ink strands growing stronger with every passing second.

It takes but a moment to find him, but moments apart these days, no matter how brief has his eyes wandering looking for that familiar flash of red, and that familiar feel of home. He throws Hua Cheng a grin, hands cupping his face in utter adoration before seating him down to do his handiwork. 

It’ll bean awful ponytail, it always is, haphazard and far from perfect. Xie Lian is lucky the prayer said little of what kind hairstyle, or how skillful it needed to be. Even after so many years of life, he could find countless of things he was in all honesty, terrible at, but to put love in every stroke, in every moment, that he could do — would do, long after oceans dried, and mountains fell, and farther still into the future.

[sasukebarmitzvah]

[kokohna]

thinking about: the fact that while nagi has been surrounded by people since he was a child, he was also lonely --- people just wanted to use him for their own interest (and nagi was very much aware of this), and yet he’s bound by a strong sense of responsibility to his country and it’s people (despite of how he might come off as a free spirit...). anime (and more specifically kokona) was probably one of the few sources of entertainment that he genuinely enjoyed + connecting with the characters made him feel less lonely. and now he finally manages to find a place where he fits in and feels comfortable (in his words, his home), with people who actually appreciate him and he can be himself with instead of having to put a more serious, polished facade ... he just loves his friends so much and holds all of them dear he’d die for them. he just wants them to be happy.