feng xin knows his heart & love are vast. despite what others say, he has no idea what it counts for. not when it holds an even larger hollow space inside.
there's nothing to give. he's totally silent & xie lian isn't talking either. he goes for a hug instead, pulling xie lian tight to his chest. at least he could rely on muscle memory for this.
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It's a strange thing, how foreign something once so familiar can become. Feng Xin has grown broader in their time apart. His clothes and armor are vastly different from the simple lightweight armor he once preferred. He even smells different.
Yet even eight centuries cannot change the familiar feeling of those same strong hands against his back, one between his shoulder blades, the other at the small. Eight centuries cannot fade the cadence of Feng Xin's tense nervous breaths nor the steady rhythm of the heartbeat beneath it. It cannot erode that comforting warmth that seems to sink into his very bones as he is enveloped.
It's so familiar and so different at the same time... He cannot help the flood of grief at having been bereft of this for so long. It spills over his cheeks in fat rivulets and soaks into Feng Xin's robes as he returns the hug with a fierceness he cannot contain.
❝ I missed you too... ❞