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» Age: 22 » Species: Human Cultivator » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Allies and those with interesting martial powers to spar with. » Preferences: N/A » Interests: Saber cultivation. Military strategy. » Bio: Sect leader of the Qinghe Nie and one of the primary generals of the Sunshot campaign. Thrust into leadership young, he has had very little life outside of that for the past three years. His seize-the-day approach applies to everything and everyone, particularly when there are mutual sparks. He especially loves to get worked up and worked out.

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NIE MINGJUE

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[unimpeachable]

Sleeping in has never been a Lan trait but at the moment, there's a heavy weight pinning him down and if he's honest with himself, he'd ignore a lot more than their sleeping routine to never lose this feeling, his fingers smoothing over warm skin, a sensation he'd never thought he'd experience again before finding himself in this strange place.

And yet, cursed place or not, it had given him back the one person he'd wanted to see most. Xichen's fingers trace up along the skin over his spine, fingers curling in his hair as he smiles slowly.

"My uncle would have come looking for me long before now if I'd tried this at home."

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In his determination to keep Xichen in bed whilst A-Yao went off to do...chores or breakfast or whatever, Mingjue had sprawled with single-minded intensity. He would keep Xichen in bed if he had to break the damn bed. Because this...

He'd never thought he'd ever experience this. Being pressed down overtop of a lover, especially not Xichen, hands wandering up his back to play with his hair. Contentment relaxed his shoulders as he, well, aggressively cuddled. He would get back to the war as soon as he could, but this Xichen having lost him already introduced a terrible hint of reluctance in him. If he had the moment now to simply be with him, he needed to.

Burying his face in Xichen's shoulder, he muttered, "Good thing he's nowhere near us. I don't want us getting out of bed until we have to."

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"...It does feel a little strange though." He admits quietly, fingers still sliding through Mingjue's hair, his own eyes closing as his head rests back against the pillow. "I know you have to agree with that." Or at least to some degree, given they're both from complicated points in time. And being busy had helped keep his mind off things.

Like never seeing Mingjue again. But that didn't count here. Xichen turns his head, lips brushing against Mingjue's temple before he just sighs out a breath.

"I'm going to wake up and this isn't going to be real." It's very quiet.

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"Of course I agree." Honestly, Mingjue is about ready to agree to anything Xichen wants if he keeps petting him. The fingers in his hair are drawing weeks, months, years of stress out of him and he never wants it to stop. At Xichen's kiss, he responds by nuzzling, lips on Xichen's shoulder and throat, smattering kisses across all the skin he can reach. Because: "Maybe. You don't know it's a dream." But he drops the hint of belligerence after only the moment, and adds much, much more seriously, "So what if it is a dream?"

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"...Dreams always end." His eyes close, one hand smoothing over Mingjue's back as the other keeps playing in his hair.

"And it has to be a dream. You're here with me."Even if this isn't the Mingjue he'd seen most recently. it's still the best version of Mingjue he'd have asked for.

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"Yes, well." Mingjue doesn't have an answer for that, and he is disgruntled at trying to bother with something a little too much like philosophy while he's all but melting into Xichen's chest. He shifts off Xichen to slide down onto the bed at his side and span his hand across Xichen's ribs, feeling the warmth of his skin. "It doesn't feel like a dream to me." He strokes upward along Xichen's chest to rest a gentle knuckle against the pulse in Xichen's throat. "You don't feel like a dream to me. And I could never had made up any of this nonsense if I dreamt a thousand years."

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When Mingjue slides to settle beside him, it means his hands settle back at his sides, eyes closing as those fingers smooth over his skin, his breathing catching at the touch to his throat. "I just want to live with you for the rest of our lives. I'd have given anything to keep you.." His voice breaks slightly before he turns his head to look at Mingjue.

"I never stopped, even after everything changed between us. If you had given me any sign..."

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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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"I knew that. We'd talked about it before and I knew how your sect ended, Mingjue." His fingers lace with Mingjue's, his expression twisting for a moment before it smooths back out.

"We both had responsibilities and other focuses, Mingjue-xiong. As for what I deserve, that means nothing because I would have traded anything for more time. For you to have more time with Huaisang, with your sect, with..." Xichen pauses for a moment, his grip tightening.

"And with me, as selfish as it sounds."

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Pulling their laced fingers close, Mingjue kisses the back of Xichen's hand. "That's why I couldn't say anything. Not in my past or in my future."

He lets out his breath. He'd never shied away from saying difficult things and if there was anything Xichen deserved—after watching Mingjue die—it was the truth.

"Xichen." Another breath for fortitude. "If I thought I could say something, I would have. You need to know that. I would have."

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"I know, Mingjue. You're the most honest person I've ever known and that's one of the things I've always loved most about you. I don't..." He pauses, takes a slow breath. "I don't mind you didn't say anything. I know why." But that hadn't eased the ache and loss when he was there and Mingjue was gone.

"I think it's just going to take time for me to trust you won't vanish on me here." His eyes close for a moment.

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A little frisson of warmth and fear zips down Mingjue's spine at Xichen's words. "I—" he opens his mouth to reply in kind, to say 'I love you' in as many words and without hiding behind all of the bullshit that had poured into his life and filled it to the brim.

And he decides before he does that this is too soft and intimate and he feels like he's drowning in it. That's not how he wants this to come out, like some floating, soppy thing when it's something far more fundamental than that.

He shoves himself upright to sit at Xichen's side, tugging on their clasped hands.

"I'll say something now." He says, jaw set and determined. Everything's changed. The reasons he hadn't before no longer apply. "I love you. And as long as I'm here you are going to know that. And maybe I will disappear"—because fuck if he knows how he got there, and he did have a war to get back to—"but until then."

He leans toward Xichen, intent. "So what do you need?" And then, for clarification, adds, "From me?"

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When Mingjue moves, sits up, Xichen's gaze follows him before he moves as well, shifting to sit up so they're more or less facing each other, his fingers squeezing Mingjue's hand when he begins to speak. And the words have him silent, never looking away although he does give him time to finish. And then he just lifts a hand, fingers resting against Mingjue's cheek.

"I have it already, Mingjue-xiong. Being able to tell you the things I never said before...Seeing you like you like this again. I couldn't ask for more than that." He's quiet for a moment before he reaches up though, removing the ribbon from his forehead, fingers yanking at until the fabric breaks down the middle, his eyes focusing on Mingjue's face.

"...But if I'm allowed to be selfish, then..." He offers one half of the ribbon to Mingjue, the silk lying over his palm. "I want you to keep this on you..."

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Tilting his head into Xichen's touch, Mingjue's expression softens. He can do 'existing' if that's all that Xichen requires of him, though he'll be damned if he doesn't do more for both of their sakes. He'll just have to follow his best judgement. His breath catches, however, when Xichen reaches for the ribbon.

"Xichen..." is all he can say, at a loss for words. His expression shivers through alarm and wonder and a deep rolling concern before it and Mingjue's emotions both settle on a breath-stealing awe. He doesn't ask if Xichen's sure, doesn't comment on their past or their future or anything else, just takes the ribbon from Xichen's palm to hold it between his two hands.

"How can you be selfish if you're giving me something so precious to you?" he asks, and even if it could have been a joke, he sounds both absolutely serious and more gruff than he'd been a moment ago. He clears his throat. "Of course I will."

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He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until Mingjue accepts the ribbon, tension just slipping out of his body like a wave, leaving him relieved and smiling at Mingjue, fingertips brushing against the ribbon in Mingjue's hand.

"Because it might have been more than you were willing to accept." His voice is low. "I never want to burden you, Mingjue, not even with something like this."

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"Xichen," Mingjue says, so far beyond fond that he feels like he's wearing his heart on the outside of his chest for Xichen to see. "What burden?"

He takes the ribbon and winds it around his wrist and offers the wrist to Xichen to tie for him.

"The only reason for me not to accept it would be not to burden you." And if he says that with dry amusement, well...he's only human. He simply says, "Situation's changed. I want it."

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"You could never burden me." His fingers fumble slightly as he takes the ends of the ribbon to tie the knot, before leaning to brush a kiss to the corner of Mingjue's mouth, a brief point of contact that he pulls back from almost immediately.

"I'm glad you accepted it."

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Mingjue smiles at the brief kiss, the smile a broad, lopsided thing that only gets more fond when he tugs at the ribbon's knot to make sure it's secure. Without any further words, he leans in towards Xichen, both hands coming up to try and thread through his hair to cradle the back of his head and pull him in for a proper kiss.

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Xichen watches him until their lips meet and then he's curling a hand in Mingjue's hair as he kisses him back, eyes closing.

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Mingjue tipped Xichen over backward, never breaking the kiss, only deepening it. He laid his body over Xichen's, mirroring what they had been doing earlier with far less intent. His mouth worked, and he trailed his tongue across Xichen's lips, requesting entrance, wanting to taste. He would flatten Xichen to the bed and keep him there for days, years if he could, heart full.

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Xichen doesn't resist at all, letting Mingjue pin him, hands sliding up his back as he gives his mouth up to Mingjue so he can deepen the kiss. And his soft moan of Mingjue's name is lost against his lips as Xichen arches up against him when Mingjue's presses him down.

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Jin Guangyao was still wearing the borrowed underrobes he had on the night before, he rolled up the sleeves and hiked up the hem but he liked being in it. Barely anyone was up at this hour anyway. He had a wheeled cart in front of him that he had borrowed from the kitchen, in it were a large earthen pot of congee, a steamed fish, a plate of fried eggs, and pork belly, and another steaming with various vegetables and a pot of hot oil to add a kick for himself. He set it up so that he can balance the very different diets of the two men inside.

When he stepped inside and his lovers were in the middle of a rather amorous embrace. He stood and watched them for a bit. They really were beautiful together, Mingjue's thick muscular body against Xichen's more lithe one. He had a soft smile.

With a small cough, he let himself be known, pulling out a table to begin setting the food down.

"If you two can take a small break with your mouths, I may have something more sustaining than lips. Even if not as enjoyable." he quipped.

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Swallowing the noises that Xichen makes, Mingjue claims his mouth with both focus and intent. He grinds down as Xichen presses up, muscles flexing beneath Xichen's hands.

It's not that he's entirely oblivious to A-Yao's entrance, but Xichen is pliant in his hands and he wants—

The cough and the quip force Mingjue to break the kiss. He puts his face down into Xichen's neck and swears into his skin.

"I deserve this for interrupting you two before, don't I?" he asks with a groan. Propping his chin up on Xichen's shoulder, his smile is rueful. "Smells good."

He's not going to let Xichen up, though. He draws the line.

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Xichen takes longer to pull himself back to reality, his breathing a little quick as he shifts under Mingjue, taking a moment before he finds his voice, even if he can't look at Guangyao yet, his own fingers still lightly moving over Mingjue's back.

"I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells. A-Yao has always been an excellent cook." Not that he's thinking about food as much as the warm weight on top of him, but acknowledgment is important.

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"Mhm. Da-ge certainly saw us in a much more compromising position yesterday. I thought I would rather save Er-ge the embarrassment of letting you two getting to that point.

As lovely as the two of you are together." He poured each of them a large bowl of congee, topping one with pork and a few eggs and the other with the veggies. He made one for himself with a combination of both and set about making some tea.

"Er-ge you flatter me. I only hope that it came out well, I tried to cater to both your tastes, and I'm afraid we missed at least one meal yesterday. I need the two of you to sit up and eat while all of this is still hot. Afterward, you are welcome to go back to what you were doing."

he sat down for emphasis.

"Besides you are going to need the fuel if you want to continue at the pace we're going."