[ for the sake of his highness's comfort in the cramped coffin, hua cheng had worn his san lang body, which certainly seems living to anyone who cannot tell better. perhaps that's why the woman makes her mistake; his disguises are impossible to peer through at home, and perhaps that's also true here.
two things occur to him at once, though: the first, that there's something very, very wrong here, and it crawls over his skin like rot, like unwanted hands. it reminds him of being held in jun wu's grip when he'd been a simple, weak little ghost fire. he'd hated that, hated him, hated, hated, hated. and the second thing, perhaps more importantly, that impertinent ghost. the one who'd dared to try to haunt him.
there's a noise in his throat, barely audible, very close to a growl. he has to swallow it down to keep his husband from hearing, instead rising to shield him, possessive and protective. he dusts his scarlet clothing off as he does so, then offers a hand down to the other man to help him up. ]
Sorry for showing up unannounced, auntie.. You didn't give us much choice.
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two things occur to him at once, though: the first, that there's something very, very wrong here, and it crawls over his skin like rot, like unwanted hands. it reminds him of being held in jun wu's grip when he'd been a simple, weak little ghost fire. he'd hated that, hated him, hated, hated, hated. and the second thing, perhaps more importantly, that impertinent ghost. the one who'd dared to try to haunt him.
there's a noise in his throat, barely audible, very close to a growl. he has to swallow it down to keep his husband from hearing, instead rising to shield him, possessive and protective. he dusts his scarlet clothing off as he does so, then offers a hand down to the other man to help him up. ]
Sorry for showing up unannounced, auntie.. You didn't give us much choice.