Mingjue lets his forehead thunk against Xichen's shoulder and swears quietly under his breath. They need to talk about this, and fine, he can talk about this. He can be an adult about it, too, even if he is ill-equipped for it. He gropes across Xichen's chest to try and find his hand so he can lace their fingers together. He wants that kind of contact for this, if they are going to speak of themselves as they were when they were younger.
"I am...I was always going to die, Xichen," he says, drawing closer, trying to figure out how to talk about a future that was Xichen's past. "And I am...I was someone whose life's too full of war and the concerns of my sect for anything near what you deserve."
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Date: 2021-05-13 04:35 am (UTC)"I am...I was always going to die, Xichen," he says, drawing closer, trying to figure out how to talk about a future that was Xichen's past. "And I am...I was someone whose life's too full of war and the concerns of my sect for anything near what you deserve."