Xue Yang casts a grin at Song Zichen, all sharp edges and teeth, a hardness to his eyes. Protective anger, he recognizes. "But I know Xingchen." Which is all that matters to him.
He watches, anger shifting to jealousy again even as the sense of right registers. Finally Zichen manages to hold Xingchen the way he should. Xue Yang doesn't interfere, however tempting it is.
Strange, how two men love the same man, but hate each other. How they both reach to gently wipe away the tears of blood.
He shakes his head at Xingchen's words. "You deserve everything." He'll say it every day if he has to. Happily. "You still haven't told me to leave," he almost sounds playful, or fond. "So I'll follow. You won't disappear alone."
Only to blink at Zichen's clear request, startled by it before nodding, reaching to reclaim Xingchen's other hand to give it a gentle little tug to get them moving back to the edges of the town.
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He watches, anger shifting to jealousy again even as the sense of right registers. Finally Zichen manages to hold Xingchen the way he should. Xue Yang doesn't interfere, however tempting it is.
Strange, how two men love the same man, but hate each other. How they both reach to gently wipe away the tears of blood.
He shakes his head at Xingchen's words. "You deserve everything." He'll say it every day if he has to. Happily. "You still haven't told me to leave," he almost sounds playful, or fond. "So I'll follow. You won't disappear alone."
Only to blink at Zichen's clear request, startled by it before nodding, reaching to reclaim Xingchen's other hand to give it a gentle little tug to get them moving back to the edges of the town.