Au where Binghe learns to transform using Xin Mo. fortunately for him, instead of taking on a ferocious form, he's a brushbuddy. Very well. It works for his purposes.
Fuck Huan Hua, he can forgo that altogether. It's easy to slip back into Jing Qing, easier to trail after Shizun who is.. not teaching? Where is he— Oh. That's his sword. His grave. Okay. Okay no need to cry about it.
He begins sobbing and it's hard to stay quite in this form, it comes out in small hiccups. So, ofcourse Shizun immediately zeros in on him. Before he knows it, Shizun is petting him, cooing at him, wiping his tears, calling him a good boy, asking him if he wants food. He sniffles in response and cuddles into his Shizun's hands, rubbing his face against them. If this is how he can be by his Shizun's side, so be it.
Now with art!
