( Ah, what a fine and accommodating cushion, and how generous His Highness has ever been with his person, his physicality, his sanctuary. Shi Qingxuan should feel the end of selfishness and the start of awareness, clinging to him without shame.
He feels wet in his hands, feels salt scraping skin. Granules. He intoxicates himself on his particles. )
You're the one who NEEDS to eat... me, I'm...
( All right. Always all right, constantly. Protected. He murmurs: )
no subject
He feels wet in his hands, feels salt scraping skin. Granules. He intoxicates himself on his particles. )
You're the one who NEEDS to eat... me, I'm...
( All right. Always all right, constantly. Protected. He murmurs: )
You don't KNOW what I'm like. I'm STRONG.