[ Blinking through his disbelief, he tries to contain it as he rises from his makeshift bed, tidying and folding it to give himself something to do. Hua Cheng is thoroughly enjoying this, isn't he? ]
[ Ascended? Gods??? Xichen really cannot help the way his mouth hangs open as he hugs folded blankets, staring after Xie Lian who disappears into the kitchen, apparently a god. No wonder Wangji somewhat idolises the young(???) man, if he knows about that, it's practically his one goal in life (beyond constantly being attached to Wei Wuxian for any convenient reason and often none at all).
He glances at Hua Cheng and his astonished expression softens with sympathy, reserved though it is. Xie Lian exits into the kitchen, though he can likely still hear as Xichen addresses the Ghost King with admiring respect. ]
A tale of a love that lasted eight-hundred years would be famous where I come from, ghost or human. I would like to have been raised with such a story to warm the ice-cold winter nights in Cloud Recesses.
It's not so straightforward as that, [ hua cheng corrects mildly, setting the tea-tray with its steaming pot and cups on the room's small table. ] We've only been married a short time.
[ he'd been a nothing little ghost for a time, and even once he'd become a calamity, he hadn't felt worthy of courting xie lian. he still doesn't feel worthy of his love or admiration most of the time, but his husband doesn't leave much room for doubt, either.
he taps nails against the table absently, single eye lifting to xichen once more, mouth tilting up at the corner. ] It's a very long story. Gege can tell you if he wishes to.
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[ Blinking through his disbelief, he tries to contain it as he rises from his makeshift bed, tidying and folding it to give himself something to do. Hua Cheng is thoroughly enjoying this, isn't he? ]
I thought you were much younger than Wangji.
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[There, he is holding out a basin filled with water.]
I was seventeen when I ascended, so my body remains as it was then. But, yes, it's been... a while.
I'll let you freshen up and go see what's in the kitchen for breakfast.
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He glances at Hua Cheng and his astonished expression softens with sympathy, reserved though it is. Xie Lian exits into the kitchen, though he can likely still hear as Xichen addresses the Ghost King with admiring respect. ]
A tale of a love that lasted eight-hundred years would be famous where I come from, ghost or human. I would like to have been raised with such a story to warm the ice-cold winter nights in Cloud Recesses.
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[ he'd been a nothing little ghost for a time, and even once he'd become a calamity, he hadn't felt worthy of courting xie lian. he still doesn't feel worthy of his love or admiration most of the time, but his husband doesn't leave much room for doubt, either.
he taps nails against the table absently, single eye lifting to xichen once more, mouth tilting up at the corner. ] It's a very long story. Gege can tell you if he wishes to.