[His hope is well rewarded—the baby kicks its tiny legs against the place Xi Bo is touching and Xingchen laughs softly, utterly mesmerized.]
Did you feel that? They kicked. It’s their way of telling you to stay by our side.
[His hope is well rewarded—the baby kicks its tiny legs against the place Xi Bo is touching and Xingchen laughs softly, utterly mesmerized.]
Did you feel that? They kicked. It’s their way of telling you to stay by our side.
Really?
[A hint of cautious eagerness colors his tone. He moves Xi Bo’s hands so that they’re cupping his stomach.]
We’ve missed you.
Better now. I’ve missed you…
[He relaxes into the embrace and puts his hands atop Xi Bo’s, making a soft, pleased noise.]
Well, hello.
Hmm…
[Bad pain day.]
The time will come when the storm ends, the waters recede, the ashes return in the mail, and we look around and find there is still much to love, and much to work for.
too hot to drink just yet, but it smells strongly of florals and he inclines his head, satisfied.
“Oh, I see. I didn’t know.” His smile widens—a kind smile, a real smile, the sort he used to be famous for. “And why is that, hmm?”
He murmurs his gratitude and reaches for the cup, only fumbling slightly. Nothing spills, thankfully, and he’s able to bring it to his lips without incident. It’s +
“Did he?” Xīngchén finds himself smiling at the thought. “Well. I don’t know about that. But I’m not too shabby.”
Ah, she’s so sweet. “Thank you, A-Huā. Will you pour your mǔqīn some tea?”
“Ah. I suppose I wouldn’t be able to see them coming…”
“Protection from drinking tea?” He looks a little confused, albeit he’s still smiling.
“Why don’t you sit with me while I drink it? It would be nice to have the company.”
You as an individual are important and worthy of self-appreciation, and taking care of others is well and good and encouraged, but the people you love and who love you aren’t helped by seeing you hurting.
He laughs quietly, resting a hand on the swell of his stomach. “Perhaps you’re right. This is a very new and unique experience for me.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be used to that.”
“Well, no…or…likely not.” He’s still flustered. “But I just hate the thought of resources and time being wasted because of me.”
“Ah? That much?” It’s decadent—and he’s been craving bitter melon for days, how did Xī Bo know?
His cheeks flush a becoming shade of red. “What if I can’t eat it all?”
[Adorable.]
“Alright…I suppose I AM a bit peckish.” He smiles sheepishly.
Restless. Might make it @xuetaotie.bsky.social’s problem.
He ruffles her hair, smiling softly.
“You did, did you? That’s very sweet of you.”
[Meditating. Do not disturb.]
“That’s very impressive, A-Hua.”
/ is anyone here interested in multiverse/crossover RP 👉🏻👈🏻 i’m currently obsessed with bg3
[‘I’m the ghost of a man that I want to be most; I’m the ghost of a man that I used to know well.’]
/ ughhhh i’m bored
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.
[Kiss him! Kiss him! He’s desperate for it!]
Zǐchén is always taking care of me.