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        If there was one thing that Wen Kexing could recognise among a thousand others, it was the sweet taste of osmanthus wine. Even as their lips gradually parted following their lengthy, sugary kiss, the taste still lingered on his tongue like honey, tickling the edge of his lips as if craving for another mouthful of that refined mixture. It was a sensation he couldn't help but chase with a brush of his thumb over the corner of his mouth, his eyes naturally following the shadow of the man who'd left him to guess what his present could possibly be.

        At first, Wen Kexing was indeed suspicious. They did not have enough money to buy such an expensive jar in the first place, and they had both picked up the shameless habit of stealing or getting themselves invited to gatherings they weren't welcome to in order to escape starvation for the longest time; but they had been in each other's company this entire time, so there was no chance for Xue Yang to have gotten hold of such a thing without him noticing it.

        The idea of him resorting to stealing quickly disappeared just as Xue Yang seemed to have anticipated his train of thought without him even voicing it. As he watched him lying on the grass with his arms behind his nape, Wen Kexing quietly stared at the folds of his robes from his lapels down to the hems; there was nothing unusual, not even an uneven shape to be seen to give him a hint. So this time, he speculated that his lover's present was none other than a good lay in a semi-public spot with his favourite fragrance as an incentive.

        He was visibly delighted at the mere thought of it. Licking his lips and rubbing his jaw as he mentally surveyed which area of Xue Yang's body he could dig in first, he realised that his wife-to-be appeared to know him well indeed. There was no better gift than having sex when he least expected it. But then, his eyebrows creased all of a sudden. There was clearly something wrong with this present. If Xue Yang had wanted to offer him his body, why would he mention stealing?

@saccharot​ asked   :    ❛ you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. ❜  /  tosses this at bai c.houfei? go wild, we vibin' sfkejf   -   I FORGOT WHICH MEME THIS IS BUT YES GOD LET’S WILD (SEND THINGS FOR B.AI C.HOUFEI 2K22)

He pokes him with a stick. ─── ❝ You probably got fleas or something haha. ❞

What was she meant to say to that? Feng Wu truly had no idea. Then again, she really didn’t understand where the idea that she was trying to fix him ame from either. She took care of the pain, that she could do, but she couldn’t make it go away forever. She wouldn’t correct this and she couldn’t take care of the trauma and suffering in his mind either, no matter how much she wanted it to be that way.

“Someone being nice to you, isn’t trying to fix you.” She clarified. “I treat you like I would my friends and family. With kindness, compassion and care. It’s not designed to change you.” ever. Though, the fact he felt like the was changing (she assumed from the statement) was scary. Change was always scary, even more so for the people who went through it.

“There is an awful truth. I cant fix you. No one can fix another person. People can’t….just take away all the trauma and pain, if they could, we would be living in a very different world.” She surmised. “None of us are broken, we are who we need to be, for that time and place, and then we grow and change into new people, the people we need to be for those circumstances.” It was a belief that she held. Clung to. “All you can do now, is to live every day the best way you can that day.” it was all the world could ask of you. What option did they have?

It has little to do with being tired , but make no mistake he’ll use the excuse later  with a whine and a pout to justify it all. It has everything to do with Mikey feels like it when he decides to hop up onto Draken’s back. It’s a natural act by now , treating his friend like a branch to be climbed , rather than an unsuspecting person with their eyes trained towards the sky waiting for the burst of colors from the upcoming fireworks show. 

The fear of falling doesn’t exist , not when he’s done this hundred of times. The next steps are easy too: clamp down securely around his back with his legs and throw his arms out around neck. He’s patting Draken’s cheek , his own little way of saying , thanks , even though he never asked for permission. — but something feels very wrong. Mikey takes a moment to trace the bridge of his friend’s nose , and moves his hands upwards , only to comb through long strands of hair instead of the texture of a familiar braid.

Ever so slowly he looks down. Black hair. Different outfit. That’s not Draken. He looks up , blinks a few times , and looks back down again. That’s still not Draken. oops.

     the ghost king was quite bored , letting his hand support his head by being pressed to his cheek. his free hand’s fingers tapping on the arm of the chair he was sitting on. gambler’s den was lively as usual but nothing out of the ordinary. he was sick and tired of dealing with all the issues that came up each time. so he’d order whatever and watch all the pitiful ghosts disperse to just do whatever he says , no questions asked. yes , my lord ! right away , my lord ! whatever my lord says is the law !  all those chattering was fluttering but even that could get annoying. but then , he sensed something else. there was a guest that quite the name in the mortal realm. even some of the ghosts turned heads upon seeing the man in live. 

              hua cheng let out a chuckle all to himself before getting up from his seat. seeing that the lord had risen , everyone fell quiet. they were too curious for their own good. so hua cheng ordered them to go on like they do and mind their own business. of course , he did use a harsh language. 

    his steps came to a halt when he reached the one who drew all that attention.   “  visiting the ghost city ... you are either brave or a complete idiot.  ”   and hua cheng likes those kind of people for they bring entertainment if nothing.

@saccharot​ said,  ❛ this  is  indeed  an  unparalleled  delight !  i  had  rather  hoped  that  you  would  come .  ❜ / 🦂

“A’ Yang,” He isn’t pleased, not in the least, but he can never truly be mad at Xue Yang. At the moment, he’s dangerously close to it, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. With A’ Yang’s current act, one would think that he was the elder out of the two of them.

       ⤷  “ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ”

      Exhaustion tugs at him, but he doesn’t want to close his eyes, fearing this is only a dream. After who knows how long of being locked in this dirty shed, someone cares, someone’s come for him, to take care of him. Part of him isn’t sure if he should trust it— hadn’t Er-ge tricked him too?

       Still, even now, there’s a small spark of hope in his heart. Now that he can’t exactly trust his mind, he has to trust this.

        A sigh escapes him, soft and tired, and he slumps further against Xue Yang. His body aches, fresh bruises mingling with faded ones. If Xue Yang’s intentions are pure, he knows he’ll be safe, safe enough to rest easy for the first time in too long.

        Biting his lip, he winces as he sits up, hopeful, sad eyes staring directly into Xue Yang’s.