#lluobiinghe

[weiwuxiian]

@lluobiinghe

❝Binghe, are you alright?❞ Wei Wuxian places his hand on the boy’s shoulder before extending his neck to take a peek at Luo Binghe. With his head drooped low like that, it is quite difficult to look at his face. ❝I heard Professor McGonagall said you left class earlier today and didn’t show up in the subsequent classes. Are you sure you don’t want to see Madam Poppy?❞ Madam Poppy is the nurse who served the hospital wing of Hogwarts, and of course, Wuxian had been a constant guest to the hospital beds, since he hurt himself practically every day when he was a freshman student. He knew the hospital wing better than he knew the Gryffindor common room, and he knew Madam Poppy more than he knew his own roommate.

     Watching Binghe sitting quietly alone worried him a little. Had the boy got into trouble again? Or was he bullied? If it was the latter, Wei Wuxian would stomp off into the corridor looking for those bullies and toss them down the 8th floor of Hogwarts. He would be getting detention for sure, but it would have been totally worth it for him, and he always enjoyed detention more than normal classes anyway. Despite Professor Dumbledore constantly telling him off, the professor had never done anything of the sort that truly told him to stop. So Wei Wuxian would continue breaking the rules, doing what he likes, what he sees fit. He holds Binge with both hands on the other boy’s shoulder, shaking him lightly to look at him in the eye.  ❝Binghe, listen, if there is anything you want to tell me, you can tell me, alright? I’m not Draco or Professor Snape, I won’t hurt you.❞

[weiwuxiian]

@lluobiinghe

None of them had told him anything. Everything changed when he came back from an escort mission that lasted no more than two weeks. He was told that Binghe had been caught while committing something illegal and that he was taken away---to where, or when would he be back, was something either no one knew or refused to tell him. There was no sentence, no verdict, no word of the Emperor. No one would bother telling him no matter where he asked---who he asked; no one dared to say Binghe’s name ever since those he was supposedly in league with were either beheaded or set free to wander astray. Some of them were people Wei Wuxian had known ever since his first year in the imperial army. Those were his friends, his brothers in arms. But there was nothing a mere general could do against the Emperor’s word.

     For two years he searched. He dare not muster a party or gather people willing to help; for some reason, he feared that he would lose them too. His search was in secrecy, and for those two years, he spent his mornings carrying out his duties and his nights searching for Binghe through whatever leads he was given. He slept less than four hours a day for the first few months, worried that he might have been really running out of time for chances of Binghe to be alive. It wasn’t until he collapsed in the middle of the army’s training grounds and after much convincing from a physician that he was willing to care for himself more. After all, if he wasn’t healthy enough, he’d have no strength left to look for his friend. And other than Wei Wuxian, he doubted that there was anyone who cared for the previous vice general, Luo Binghe.

     It was on one cold wintry day, Wei Wuxian was charged with the duty of standing by the great gates of the Forbidden Palace. He held his sword by his side, his hand steadily over the pommel of Suibian. There wasn’t a soul in sight, but somewhat he felt the wind caressed his skin gently. Suddenly, the sound of shifting feet sounds in the distance, and Wei Wuxian immediately took a step back.  ❝Who is there!?❞ He called out, watching as a figure appears along the horizon. It was tall, clad in rags. It’s hair unruly and messy all around him. It looked like a corpse walking towards him, but Wei Wuxian didn’t sense anything threatening from it. Yet, still, he held Suibian and walks closer towards it.  ❝Are you lost, mister?❞

     The sun rose slowly to meet the day. And as the first veil of light blankets itself over the city, Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen as he recognized the man’s face. ❝Bing.... Binghe?❞ He ran to the man just in time to let him fall over his body, taking all of his weight with ease.  ❝You’re alive.❞ A sob choked at the back of his throat as Suibian fell to the ground with a clatter of metal. Wei Wuxian wraps both his arms around Binghe’s neck, hugging him tightly after years of not seeing his face. ❝Where have you been... Where have you been... I’ve been looking everywhere for you.❞ 

[bibliobabel]

@lluobiinghe [cont. from old blog]

The halfling could only snort at the elder demon’s comment, taking a seat beside the other only when he was certain it was ok to do so. It almost sounded like an insult, when one heard, yet didn’t think too much on it before reacting, but Binghe instead finds himself practically agreeing to - even coming close to LAUGHING at - such a statement.

❝ IT IS NOT TOO LATE TO BECOME WHAT WE COULD HAVE BEEN. ❞ His voice softens, much more than he’d intended at first. It almost disgusts him, how WEAK he’d allowed himself to become as he spent more time with Tianlang-Jun. Perhaps the ever-growing fondness had finally started to take hold, replace the anger and hatred that had gripped his heart for so long now. Luo Binghe refuses to admit to it however, as he patiently studies the other for any negative signs. ❝ WHAT WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. ❞

As subtle as it is, seeing the man beside him seeming pleased, almost IMPRESSED even, at the food Binghe had prepared warms his heart. Skills that the latter had plenty of time to perfect with his time as Shen QingQiu’s proud head disciple. He says nothing on this, however, instead simply allowing a chuckle to pass his lips. ❝ I certainly hope that you mean those words genuinely. ❞

“Still… that you also fell in love with a human. Hah, you truly are my son.”

The young man has to take a moment, TWO moments, to realize just what his father had said. ‘My’ son. HIS son. Could it truly be called an overreaction to be brought to the verge of tears at such simple words, when one had been told they were better off dead before they were even born, much less when he had assumed his father had all but disowned him not too long prior? No, likely not. But he did not care if others were to think otherwise. Since when did anyone’s opinion matter to him, anyways?

He had gone far too long without the feeling of a parent’s love for their child, and it didn’t feel WRONG to crave for such a thing.

❝ … TELL ME SOMETHING… ❞ His voice grows emotionless, if only to hide just how emotional ONE sentence had gotten him just moments ago. His hand moves to lightly fiddle with the coin that he had always carried on him. The washerwoman too poor to afford a real one, yet a genuine gift all the same. It makes for a decent distraction, as onyx hues finally manage to steal a glance at the man that he had only just learnt to let his guard down around.

❝ TELL ME ABOUT MOTHER… HER, YOUR TIMES WITH HER. ❞ A pause, to make sure his voice was even. Steady. ❝ I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE FAMILY THAT I COULD NOT EVEN THINK TO BE ALLOWED TO HAVE UNTIL NOW. ❞

It was almost amusing to watch Luo Binghe struggle with hiding his emotions, and Tianlang-Jun would have laughed if it weren’t also so sad. The boy had become so cold, so guarded that even the former demon king found this to be a tragedy.

“For a long time I tried to forget what your mother was like, feeling that she had betrayed me - and that she had murdered you.” Finding their child alive was one thing, but the revelation that his hatred had been entirely misplaced was another. It still made his stomach turn to think about it.

“Your mother Su Xiyan was an aloof and talented woman. For the longest time she pretended to only tolerate me, you know. She was always skeptical and prying, until she worked out my true identity.”

A soft laugh. Ah, that moment had been rather funny, had it not? She’d been so angry that someone of such a lofty position would pretend to be so poor and to bother her for money. “I kept making excuses to meet up with her and she kept acting as if I was testing her patience - which I was. But we spent some wonderful times together just sitting and watching the sunrise, or having lunch under flowering trees. Oh, she pretended to hate that sort of romantic thing, claiming I was too caught up in my novels to see what she liked, but she admitted later she adored those moments too.”

The demon rubs one hand against his forehead, wincing as a sudden pain shoots up the limb. This body really wasn’t in good shape, it was a wonder he could move as much as he did sometimes.

“Once we learned she was pregnant I had hoped to steal her away to the demon realm, but those damned cultivators...” He clenches his hand into a fist and lowers it back to his lap, “They kept her from me, and kept us apart. They wouldn’t allow us - or you - to exist if they could help it. I had many things left that I wanted her to see, there’s so much beauty even in the demon realm... ah, but I know her sense of duty wouldn’t allow it.”

[immortalpath]

(LluoBiinghe) Confusion builds in the young boy as obsidian hues take in the appearance of the man that had approached him, puffy and stained red from only just recently shed tears. Luo Binghe doesn’t recall ever seeing a face like this during his trips to town, prior numerous visits having helped him with remembering others. It doesn’t matter too much, however, as a small hand reaches over from its earlier place on the deceased woman’s body to his robes. “Mister.. Can mister please help me..?”

@lluobiinghe

Ever since the trap that had been set for him and his beloved the demon king had been loathe to expose himself to humans. It was for that reason alone he had not approached the half-blooded child despite his desire to get close, hoping the little one would have better odds raised among their kind.

It had taken him a long time to find the child after escaping the attempt to seal him away. The grief of stumbling upon Su Xiyan’s body had left him with the assumption their child had died as well -- it was only later, in a moment of clarity, that he’d thought to look.

Setting his disgust aside he immediately crossed the distance between himself and the child before kneeling down.

“That is what this mister is here for. I took too long to come, but I am here to protect you now.”

[immortalpath]

(LluoBiinghe, for Tianlang-Jun) The slight caution in him doesn’t surprise Luo Binghe all that much as his steps remain slow, crimson red eyes trained solely on the older man. It was a surprise, even to himself, to find Binghe doing a favor for someone he didn’t particularly like, but it didn’t mean that the half demon was heartless. “... Here.” With what could have easily been mistaken for a scowl on his face, Binghe leaves a plate of food on the desk before swiftly heading back for the door.

@lluobiinghe

An eyebrow is raised as the half demon invites himself into the room he’s chosen to occupy while recovering. With Zhuzhi-Lang off hiding while his appearance recovered (although Tianlang-Jun insisted he could stay with him) it was almost exciting to see someone else bother to enter his room.

Until he saw who it was.

The plate before him is filled with the same home-cooked food he’d heard about, a gesture generally reserved only for his son’s - for Luo Binghe’s - lover. (He quickly pushes the thought aside, he still isn’t used to the idea of being a father.)

“Binghe, wait.” 

The gesture couldn’t simply be left on a single word, not when he had never truly had a chance to speak with the young man he’d caused so much trouble for. Knowing he had not been betrayed after all did not make seeing her features any less painful, but the knowledge did act as a salve for his bitterness towards the young man.

He pats the arm of the chair he sits in with his good hand (the other still recovering from all but rotting off) and chances a welcoming smile.

“While you are here… why not talk? There are things… misunderstandings… I must apologize for.”

[weiwuxiian]

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Fashion:  ★★★★☆ Humor:  ★☆☆☆☆ Morality:   ★★☆☆☆ Propensity toward criminal behavior:   ★★☆☆☆ Orderliness: ★★★★☆ Physical appearance:   ★★★★★  Personality as a whole:   ★★★☆☆ Tolerability:    ★★★☆☆ What my muse finds most annoying about yours: Sometimes he finds Binghe too stubborn and serious in life, which is the exact way opposing to WWX’s preferred way of living. As WWX is carefree and easygoing, it makes them polar opposites of each other.

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“ … Hua Cheng.”

Binghe has appeared out of nowhere, a calm look hiding the nervousness in his eyes. He’d spent the last week attempting to find a gift for the city master, and the final day or two setting everything up with some much-appreciated help from Shen Qingqiu.

“ … Here.” The demon lord wasn’t known for giving gifts to those aside Shen Qingqiu unless he had felt certain that he was close enough with them, but today had been a special occasion. It’s why there’s a ever-so-slight tremble when he takes the other by the wrist just before he leads Hua Cheng to who knows where, a silence overcoming him for some time.

By the time he lets go, he’s already stepped off to the side to let the city master take in what was before him. Luo Binghe had led him to a clearing just outside of Cang Qiong Peak, the lake where they first met, which was decorated in every spot that his eyes would be able to see, some large tables worth of food, drinks and gifts alike set aside for the man clad in red. And, much to Luo Binghe’s slight embarrassment, those who Hua Cheng knew and were close enough with that would be willing to come had been standing around the area, also ready to celebrate Hua Cheng’s birthday.

“Sorry for suddenly dragging you.. You probably would have gotten suspicious if I had simply asked, when I wanted this to be a surprise..” It’s not like him to be shy, yet he can’t help it as hands hold out a small package red hues diverting themselves to the side before daring to glance at the other once again. When opened, a small necklace could be seen sitting inside the package, the pendants being in the shapes of Binghe’s demon mark, Wei Wuxian’s Chenqing, and a small butterfly, to symbolize the elder male’s silver butterflies. “Happy Birthday, Da-Ge.”

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         HUA CHENG HAD ❝eh?’d❞ initially when Luo Binghe had appeared to him, dragging him off to some scenery for sure in Cang Qiong Peak. He had felt certain the man had appeared to engage in a spar, as they often did, interested in honing his blade against the demonic E-ming. And he was fully prepared, by the grip on his wrist, for it to be just that today. After all, a birthday had never been anything of substance for the ghost king. At least, it had not been until the past few years after the crown prince had wrangled out of him to accept the gifts he showered him. It was always a private affair, for who in the world had ever cared for celebrating a curse on the world like Crimson Rain Sought Flower ?

Perhaps that’s why it catches him so off guard when they arrive to a clearing of familiar faces, a glorified banquet set up and….in his honor ? His entire form goes stiff, his carefully constructed expression lost to a look of surprise. For a moment, Hua Cheng daren’t breathe. Even in the crowd, there was his highness full of smiles and encouraging eyes. Uncertain, Hua Cheng’s eyes flutter to Luo Binghe, and before he registered it, in his hands was a small package.

❝  … I… ❞

Then within his pale palm, laid the small but charming pendants. This was the second time someone had gifted him something so meaningful, not to appease or gain his favor, but because it was….it was….

Hua Cheng swallows back the tears that threaten to move him when he looks up at the other, the smallest smile cracking like daylight upon his lips. ❝  Luo Binghe .. ❞ He throws an affectionate arm over the demonic brother, tugging him close for a much needed half-hug.

[xueyaang]

((LluoBiinghe)) “Ufufufu... Someone thinks they’re special, don’t they~? Tormenting big brother like that... I bet you’re laughing at his pain right now~.” Despite the happy-sounding tone and the evil grin on his face, Luo Binghe is anything but pleased after seeing his brother being tormented. “Mm~? How shall I torture you first~~? After all, it’s only fair that you get treatment that’s at least equal to the one you’ve given Xian-gege~. Oh, relax!! It’ll hurt less if you hold still.”

Oh? Now this was intriguing!

The tone of the stranger’s voice drew his attention, and a delighted smile started to curl handsomely at his lips. It seemed as though the stranger was very defensive of Wei Wuxian! How overprotective of him - after all, Wei Wuxian could handle himself. Was this man just obssessed with him, then? Or was there a relationship there that would be worth learning about?

Although he instinctively wanted to rise to the danger with a fey challenge of his own, this stranger seemed to possess elements of chaotic unpredictability, gauging simply from his threats alone. 

As much as he enjoyed dalliances in pain and pushing his own limits, a little bit of caution went a long way. Besides, there were some other things he still wanted to do...

“Torture? So soon? That’s moving a little fast, don’t you think?” Feigning disapproval with a tsk, Xue Yang clapped an open hand to his chest and leaned his head to one side. “Besides, I didn’t do shit besides offer him a very simple choice - that’s hardly worth torturing me over. It’s not my fucking problem that he’s a three-inch fool about a dog licking his hand - he’s not going to die. So fuck off with all that. Go kill the dogs that scare your dear Gege so much in whatever way that gets your rocks off. Fuck, I might even join you, just not today.”