Whatever emotions that Mingjue is having at this moment, he wants to deal with none of them. They fill his ribcage and make his reality rock unsteadily on its feet, though not nearly in the same way that dragging ashore on the island had.
"Xichen," is all he says, followed by a soft, "I know."
He leans his head against A-Yao's hair as Xichen comes over, then kisses Xichen back with fervor, meeting him as deeply as he's being met. He squeezes A-Yao as he does so, just a little, and when he and Xichen break apart, kisses A-Yao in his turn.
It's all a little dizzying. Unless that's hunger.
Resettling himself sans A-Yao and with an acknowledging tilt at both of them, he surveys the spread of breakfast in front of them. To A-Yao: "Yes, fish, anything. I'm starving."
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Date: 2021-05-15 06:28 am (UTC)"Xichen," is all he says, followed by a soft, "I know."
He leans his head against A-Yao's hair as Xichen comes over, then kisses Xichen back with fervor, meeting him as deeply as he's being met. He squeezes A-Yao as he does so, just a little, and when he and Xichen break apart, kisses A-Yao in his turn.
It's all a little dizzying. Unless that's hunger.
Resettling himself sans A-Yao and with an acknowledging tilt at both of them, he surveys the spread of breakfast in front of them. To A-Yao: "Yes, fish, anything. I'm starving."
And after a moment, he adds, "Untainted?"