#comforce

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ ohohohhh,  this  is  a  good  question  !!  i'm  now  thinking  really  hard  about  this . . .  at  first,  i  don't  think  nice  would  really  care.  he  remembers  watching  the  e-souls  fight  on  television  live,  he  understands  heroes  can  be  replaced  just  as  they  trend  and  fall  off.  it'd  almost  be  amusing,  watching  someone  forced  to  his  schedule  and  blush  over  stinky  moon—  but  quickly  it  would  turn  into  dread.  it's  not  something  he'd  want  to  watch  or  think  about.  everyone  around  nice  finds  themselves  miserable,  becoming  nice . . .  he'd  try  to  ignore  all  of  his  troubles  suddenly  landing  on  lin  ling  and  instead  hopes  the  other  quits  quickly. 

it  wouldn't  take  long  for  his  opinion  to  change once again . . .  nice  is  obsessive  by  nature,  and  as  he  watches  lin  ling  live  his  life  and  do  better…  well.  it's  not  a  feeling  he  could  label.  he  wonders  if  this  is  what  shang  chao  was  like,  similar  in  appearance  but  better,  actually  perfect.  lin  ling  exceeds  where  nice  had  repeatedly  failed,  and  while  i  think  nice  could  have  made  it  to  the  top  ten  without  a  manager  breathing  down  his  throat,  had  he  been  given  the  same  choices  as  lin  ling,  he  wouldn't  have  made  the  same  decisions.  it  reminds  me  of  how  nice  is  an  infj  and  lin  ling  is  an  enfj  ~

his  obsession  could  bloom  into  other  feelings  —  disdain,  jealousy,  something  romantic.  while  the  broken  doll  might  not  recognise  lin  ling,  i  feel  as  though  he's  one  of  the  very  few  who  could  get  through  to  him.  (  read  this  hehe  ).  there  would  be  some  complicated  feelings  to  unpack  if  he  gets  back  to  his  old  self,  but  lin  ling  would  certainly  take  up  a  good  portion  of  nice's  mind  for  a  long  while.

∙ ∙ ∙ ZAC HAD REACHED OUT TO LIN LING — to the Commoner, as he was now called — with every intent of signing him to FOMO. Shang De simply sank his teeth in quicker. Damn vampire. After everything that came to light lately, from Moon’s murder to Nice’s jump, it’s still surprising Lin Ling stayed. They clearly couldn’t care less about him there.

To each their own. Zac is pleased enough with their ongoing text rapport. It gives him something to look forward to during the monotony of more heavily scheduled business days.

prompted. status: accepting

— ✦ BEFORE QUEEN CAN STOP TO THINK OF A GENUINE ANSWER , she shakes her head. “ I’m… ” fine, she wants to say. This time of year is rough for every hero. Lin Ling doesn’t yet know. He’s new. Green, though not in an unhealthy, sickly sense. Rather, in him, Liu Yuwei is reminded of spring days and sunlit foliage: hopeful new beginnings. His naivety is awfully pure.

She wonders if he means to lift her spirits, in which case, he’s aware how far she sank. With situations like these, she should turn him away. He doesn’t deserve to crumble with her. Besides, she’ll stagger to her feet eventually; she always does, no matter who’s there to support her, or who isn’t. 

Except, she thinks of Cyan, of Little Johnny, and of his mischievous cat-like son. Friends. She could use them. They’re away at the moment, occupied on missions elsewhere, and… Might that be the reason she feels so low? It seems silly — so silly she wants to dismiss it. 

“ I’m tired, that’s all, ” she says. It is a half-truth. Better than a lie, she supposes. Tucking strands of hair behind her ear, she sighs. “ Thank you, though. It’s kind of you to check on me. ” She seems to take a moment, contemplation causing her to twirl silvery white around her fingers. 

Could she allow another person into her life? Do the benefits of friendship outweigh the risks? As high up in rank as she is, danger may come for her loved ones any day.

[ TXT ] : I’ll say one back. Or is that too bold of a question? [ TXT ] : If it is, don’t worry! I was trying to be bolder than usual in the friend-making department but now it just sounds weird. Sorry! ( to nuonuo … )

∙ ∙ ∙ SO MUCH SECOND-GUESSING . What else could she expect from Lin Ling? Nuonuo snorts lightly as she scrolls through his messages. It took some time for her to adjust to, well, him. From an apparent nobody to the actor behind Nice to his very own hero, he took the world by storm — and as a former fan of Nice, she understandably had mixed feelings.

She’s warming up to him, now. Not as the Commoner. Just Lin Ling.

╳ — THE COMMONER IS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE . A pleasant one, in truth. He is a flower grown from concrete. Circumstances never lay in his favor, and yet against all odds, he flourished, a grand hero.

X has his doubts ( hard not to for anyone associated with an agency ) but it’s sweet to see someone bright-eyed, humble, and sheepish despite their popularity. Trust places the Commoner in the tenth position, right? Something like that. One wouldn’t be able to tell from how he acts now, shifting weight between his feet, a nervous fidget.

The following change is subtle. The Commoner manages to hold eye contact and smile. Ah, no. ‘Change’ isn’t the right word, is it? This was always in him. X reminds himself: one hell of a surprise.

lin    ling    is    cute,    and    that    certainly    isn't    a    word    nice    uses    for    himself.    his    gaze    traces    the    younger    below,    from    the    single    patch    of    white    hair    to    his    flustered    face,    down    to    his    exposed    collar    bones    and    bare    stomach    that    rises    and    falls    with    shallow,    uneven    breaths.    ❛❛    mm    ❜❜

he    moves    down,    hands    tracing    each    dip    and    curve    of    the    body    beneath    him.    all    that    training    and    still    nice    remains    far    more    defined,    muscles    flexing    to    hold    himself    back,    serratus    anterior    making    it    look    as    if    ribs    threaten    to    peek    through    alabaster    skin    whenever    he    exhales    too    sharply,    a    testament    to    discipline    and    a    life    spent    dancing.

❛❛    you    look    tense    ❜❜    a    passing    comment    as    he    places    a    kiss    upon    soft    flesh,    first    right    above    the    belly    button,    then    below.    once    more,    smiling,    threatening    to    lower    still,    letting    the    anticipation    hang    heavy    in    the    dim    room.    icy    hues    flicking    up    to    meet    brown ( @comforce )  staring    down.    cute    indeed.

14. a kiss to the stomach

❛❛    if    you're    planning    to    jump,    how    about    you    let    me    kill    you    instead,    hm ?    ❜❜    a    soft    lilt    of    mockery    and    curiosity    intertwined,    as    though    the    offer    were    no    more    than    idle    conversation    —    a    cruel    kindness    wrapped    in    velvet    words.

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ nice  sees  a  cat  and  his  brain  stops  working.  he  wants  to  pet  it,  he  wants  to  hold—  unfortunately,  he  has  little  luck  with  the  cute  creatures.  often  he's  found  himself  hissed  at  or  run  away  from.  he  most  definitely  wanted  a  cat  as  a  kid / teen,  not  only  because  he  found  them  cute,  but  he  was  rather  lonely  at  home,  he  really  needed  some  company.  i'm  still  not  sure  if  he  ever  got  one,  probably  not,  he  doesn't  ask  his  parents  things . . .  he  can't  imagine  asking  for  a  pet.

he's  rather  neutral  on  other  animals  —  he  doesn't  like  dirty  pets,  or  anything  messy…  dogs  are  also  cute,  but  considering  mister  shang  experiments  on  them  and  forced  nice  to  murder  one  (  likely  more  ) . . .  he  doesn't  really  want  to  be  around  them.