#aristarchos

seth vc: i dont throw you threw a wall? is that a good reason?

i regret rebageling this

❝ if you don’t have any shame, it’s customary to pretend until the other person opens up. shouldn’t you practice saving face? could be a good daily exercise for you especially. ❞

mu qing shudders at the idea of doing either. it’s a battle between which would leave less pinpricks on his skin later. on one hand, mu qing already experienced giving a kiss to pei ming, so he’s desensitized. on the other, if he chooses the kiss, he’ll miss out on giving pei ming a powerful hit — he’d surely give him more than a flip of his wrist — for revenge against all his advances. embed him into the ground with the impact, creating a sandstorm that rivals even the wind master’s. then, bury him there & leave him for someone else to deal with it.

no matter what, he gives what pei ming wants. 

he despises that idea more. 

the answer grows sticky in his throat, clogging up his voice & distorting it into a low grumble. no one said he had to admit anything out loud. 

❝ kiss. you didn’t specify a location, so i have more freedom to choose. ❞

mu qing doesn’t believe in the powerful effects of mere words. when his lips purse & an unpleasant sensation shocks his neck to jerk away from pei ming’s direction, he rethinks that philosophy. he’s kissed him once. he’d rather keep his hand away from ... unsightly areas of pei ming’s body. if he put it anywhere below the waist, he’d never stop washing his hands. 

meaningful gestures. // @aristarchos​ 14 for rolivier! Pressing tiny kisses against your lover's shoulder while they're bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them. 

                 he was ready for the elbowing against his ribs, olivier’s grumbling and aggravating bitching, but roland was already here. he nuzzled into the smaller shoulder, still strong from years of extensive training, and he took in his scent. expensive tea laced with the putrid scent of nicotine from olivier’s cigarettes. the faint scent of his soaps and aftershave this morning still clung to his skin and he could detect the medicinal use of their stimulants against his throat. he could guess that olivier had used them on his hunt earlier. 

                 he could feel the exhaustion in his lover’s frame while his arms wrapped loosely around him. chaste kisses pressed into his shoulder and back and roland squeezed a little tighter around his small waist. he knew olivier was trying to focus on his reports, but he couldn’t deny he missed him - and he wasn’t the type to be so sentimental. he missed these scents that mixed so well together in his brain, that made him crave to hold this man so tightly. 

                 he could feel the paladin squirm a little in his arms, slowly becoming distracted with his affections. jade eyes peered through long lashes and he caught it: the slight reddening in olivier’s nape and his ear. roland grinned into his back, pressing further into him and putting more of his weight into his body. ‘ your report can’t wait, you know. ’ he reassured quietly. it was true, it was late since olivier’s return - the report could wait until early morning. right now, he was greedy and wanted his lover now. strong arms pulled the older male tighter and roland hummed into his back. 

“A witch, huh?” He knew one when he saw one, considering he constantly referred to his own mother as the witch in the forest.  He looked the girl up and down. She was young, that much was clear. Too young to possibly know of IDEA and their purpose, so he’ll keep that off the table, for now.

“Do you have a house made of candy?” He asks while leaning on his giant golden fork.

“   you   two   -   .   “      nan   feng   pauses   ,   near   defeated   .   with   a   click   of   his   tongue   he   turns   away   ,   irritation   wrought   clearly   on   his   face.      it   didn’t   matter   how   many   times   he   warned   xie   lian   ,   his   efforts   fell   upon   deaf   ears   ...      it   was   infuriating   .       fingers   itching   with   agitation   .   sure   ,   their   efforts   at   unveiling   the   true   identify   of   this   san   lang   has   proved   moot   .   but   to   him   it   was   as   clear   as   day   !   was   xie   lian   blind   ?   or   just   plan   foolish   .         

Hand in Hand || accepting

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" What did you go and do that for...? "

     Craig's voice is soft, gaze firmly fixed to Ruggie's bloody knuckles as he carefully dabs at them with a damp cloth. Of course, he's not stupid. He knows why Ruggie did what he did, and he probably wasn't secretive about it either. But Craig sure wished that he didn't... That he wouldn't.

     Craig knows that Ruggie's size belies his true strength. He can hold his own in a fight fairly well, even when he's not actually trying all that hard. But even knowing how capable he is, Craig's not sure if he could ever forgive himself if Ruggie ever got seriously hurt because of him.

     As he bandages his friend's hand, all Craig can think about is that moment when Ruggie threw the first punch. It's kind of a miracle it didn't escalate into a full-blown fistfight, but he guessed the other student didn't want to go picking fights with someone so close to the prince. Still... In that moment, Craig had been completely helpless. What if it had turned into an actual fight? Would Craig have been able to do anything? Or would he just be frozen in fear, completely useless? Or, even worse... Would his natural instincts kick in and cause him to run away?

     He could barely stomach the thought of it. He's disgusted with himself for even considering that he would do such a thing. And yet... He can't dismiss the possibility entirely, as much as he wants to.

     Soon enough, he finishes treating Ruggie's injuries. They're fairly minor, so it doesn't take very long at all. Yet, he holds onto the other's hand for a moment longer, thumb lightly brushing over the gauze bandage wrapped around his knuckles.