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he stops when he hears someone addressing him, turning around with a cool expression, not a hair out of place. he tilts his head, as if intrigued by the other’s offer. there’s silence as he ponders it, though secretly, he just wanted to nod and immediately say ‘absolutely, please help me get out of this horrid place’, but that would heavenly image of the beidou immortal (not like he hasn’t already ruined it).

he replies, “i could use some navigating these streets.” he notes the other’s attire is similar to his own, their backgrounds might be close in likeness. instinctively, he doesn’t trust anything but at least this could be a familiar. “thank you for your help,” he says, walking gracefully over the other person. he doesn’t even stir when someone moans around the corner from where they are. truly, a professional.

“ Well, I guess we can afford it... ” And yet by the sound of his waffling, it seems as though Ashton still isn’t quite so sure. He’s had his eye on this tea set from the moment he first walked into this shop, reeled in by the thought of how very nice it would look placed amongst the kitchen he shares with his roommates, but it is its price tag that prompts him to have second thoughts. Can he really justify splitting his paycheck for something like a tea set? No matter how fancy it is, he has to wonder how much use he’ll actually get out of it. His dragons sigh overhead. They’re tired of standing here. ‘Just get it!’ they seem to say. It’s incentive for sure, but not as big a push he needs to make up his mind. “ Hold on, hold on. Let me get a better look at it first. ” Ashton reaches... but his hand makes contact with a stranger’s instead. “ Oh! Um, sorry. Go ahead. Did you have your eye on it, too? ”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 136!

Enjoy your stay~

The purple ring spun around his finger easily as Jiang Cheng fidgeted with it. He still hadn’t put together why he’d woken up with his mother’s ring on his finger, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, where was he? The city and technology all seemed familiar in some way, but he was entirely out of his element on the bustling street.

Looking both ways, Jiang Cheng did a double-take when he saw someone he recognized between the shoulders of the crowd. His hands balled into fists and he pushed through, calling for the other boy.

@fandandy​ asked:

non-verbal memes.

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

〝 What are--Stop that! 〞

Jiang Cheng felt like he’d only left Nie Huaisang alone for a moment, and he’d come back to catch the man crying. How embarrassing! He’d heard about how much of a crybaby the other man had become in recent years, but he’d never witnessed it for himself, not to this extent. But Nie Huaisang didn’t stop crying.

Okay, so maybe the Nie Sect Leader was actually upset about something. Could Jiang Cheng really blame him? He’d had his own stress cry fairly soon after arriving, though not a single soul knew about that nor did they need to.

〝 Sect Leader-- 〞 Comfort wasn’t in Jiang Cheng’s repertoire. He held both hands up, palm out, as if Nie Huaisang was some sort of wild animal.  〝 --it’s okay? It’s okay, you can stop crying now. 〞

Nope. Okay.

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon || Not Accepting

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reactions meme.

☢ = falling over .

〝 You’re pathetic. 〞

Jiang Cheng folded his arms across his chest, frowning down at the man on the ground. Allegedly, they were equals. He’d yet to see this proven. After letting Nie Huaisang wallow on the ground for a moment, he reached down and grabbed the back of Nie Huaisang’s robes to hoist the other man to his feet.