#qiansvi

[honghuas]

qiansvi replied to your post: ge(y)ge(y)ge(y)ge(y) baby baby

smooches his cute cheeks!

ah, gege, you can’t stop there. the verdant stalk cannot grow without great love & attention !

[immclating]

qiansvi replied to your post: boss music complete with ominous chanting plays

when your son sneaks out to see the delinquent boy from down the street

HE RAISED YOU BETTER THAN TO DATE FILTHY DEMON KINGS WITH SHITTY TASTE

[mantougod]

real question when are we gonna destroy san lang with two geges at once

: )  there’s no time like the present

[honghuas]

stands on his toes to brush a kiss against his eyepatch.

      HOW CAN HIS GHOSTLY HEART possibly not beat after such a gesture ? His fingers, which had come to naturally rest against his shoulders, twitch and tremble with a sudden shyness. A small smile greets Xie Lian back, the small beginnings of heartfelt emotions tremoring throughout his ribcage before it blooms across his face in a blush. No one else can make him feel so alive. Without a word, Hua Cheng sweeps the other in close by the waist and covers him in countless kisses.

[honghuas]

"the point is for bìxià to choose which he likes best." out comes his beloved creation without a thread of fabric against his body, hidden not under but behind the robes he holds—both against his pale 'skin', one of a dark and stark grey embroidered with dazzling silver butterflies, the other robes of red adorned with golden swirls and blossoms. to present himself so boldly, bare-footed and chestnut hair curling and spiraling down his shoulders... how shameless can he be? "which one, which one?"

        IT’S HARD TO FOCUS on any paperwork the city master might have had before the other had strutted bare as a skeleton out of the bedroom corner and into the office area. He certainly doesn’t expect it, black eye gratuitously falling over the expanse of unblemished skin ( except for the faint cracks lined with gold that he’d personally patched up ) peeking out between the fabrics all the way down from smooth shoulders to his finely sculpted ankles. The fabrics in themselves make Hua Cheng grip harder at his brush, whatever the Ghost King had been writing only becoming further indiscernible by the large ink blots drip, drip, dripping onto his chicken scratch characters. 

❝  Di– Diànxià ….  ❞ He manages to get out the matching petname, at the very least. 

The butterflies add an ethereal quality and embarrassing memories of the few times he’s burst into an array of the creatures due to Xie Lian’s pleasant words and touches whilst the gold on the red robe evokes a thought of royalty to him, something worthy of his creation whom’s namesake was no less than. It also reminds him of love, weddings. A faint blush touches Hua Cheng’s ears. 

He was going to be the death of him !

Putting down the brush, Hua Cheng leans his chin into his palm and smiles fondly, ❝  The grey one. Save the red one.  ❞

He can handle administrative matters later.

[honghuas]

"i'm fine." he refuses to show how he struggles to move, even - especially - in front of this wuming. xie lian grasps the wall, drags himself to his feet before halfassedly dusting his funerary robes. "i don't... need your help."

         THE YOUNG GHOST had reached out with some panic to help the fallen god, worn palms daring to grasp at clothed elbows. 

❝  Your highness..!  ❞ He had only managed out, a voice full of concern behind a staunch white smiling mask. Yet he realizes too late, that grabbing him was likely the wrong move. He’d angered him again. As if he were ashamed, Wuming quickly releases him and lowers his chin respectfully – though he knows in his heart he can’t stand to see the other struggle, most of all struggling in his grief.

❝  Forgive this lowly servant, your highness…  ❞ Wuming responds quietly, secretly eyeing the bottle of liquor in the other’s hand through the small holes in the mask. 

[immclating]

“ you didn’t outgrow your misery , you grew into it ”

“And that somehow makes you better than me?” He hisses from between clenched teeth. It didn’t matter how kind of a guiding hand he’d given; now that all secrets were exposed and the truth of the past laid bare he would no longer be able to manipulate the Crown Prince of Xian Le however he chose.

And in these moments that young Crown Prince looked at him with eyes filled with judgment. Where was the sympathy? Why couldn’t he understand? Everything had been orchestrated to show him the reality of this world... of how no one really, truly cared unless it served themselves.

“There is nothing better about you. We’re the same, the exact same! Had you truly been alone--” If Xian Le had been alone, without even one person... All facades had long been abandoned and he clenched his fists beneath those white mourning robes, words laced with venom.  “--then there’d be no difference. The only difference was someone showed you pity, Your Highness.”

[mantougod]

"xie lian... is this where you've been?" the shrine is... small, so small, so cramped and crooked, nothing like the luxurious rooms they grew up sharing. xie li never considered himself spoiled but, to think of his brother living in these conditions... his heart breaks. he won't actually cry, he refuses to, but if some form of sigh manages to slip free, he doesn't stop it. "da-ge..."

Embarrassment never truly disappears, not even 800 years , but at the sight of his brother, elation far overwhelms any sensation of discomfort. Yes, the shrine was small and utterly plain, but there was a roof over his head, and four walls to combat the harsher elements. 

“It’s not as bad as it looks!” Xie Lian promises, hand wildly gesturing. “Look! Look! I have a place to cook and a place to sleep! I even have a donation box.” To other gods having only these things might be more of a disgrace than having nothing at all, but Xie Lian felt quite proud of this small collection. Years of only owning scraps made this shrine feel like a palace in away.

He takes his brother’s hand pulling him further into the shrine, though there isn’t much he can’t see from one look. “ Besides, this is much better than some hole in the ground,” and he’s laughing though he can’t really place why, “  Brother really, I have all that I need. Won’t you stay for a while? ”