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hua "ideal satan" cheng ([personal profile] supremity) wrote2020-02-18 02:04 pm
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"If you need something, consider: don't."
hua cheng
THIEF'S CLASS
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-14 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I am! I was hoping we could have lunch together, if you weren't too busy!
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-14 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ eating lunch with san lang is a pretty much daily thing at argos. it's a peaceful affair (as peaceful as it can be, anyway) compared to the past few years of running and assassinating and everything else that their lives were. plus, it's one of the rare times he gets to see him without any students or TAs around! it's only polite to ask and make sure he's not too busy.

but!! since he's not!!! it's not much long after his "see you soon!" that there's a knock at hua cheng's office door. xie lian's his normal self, his clothes as typically humble as ever, hat on his back, and he's holding a box that must be his lunchbox, a thermos of something, a small stack of papers, and precariously stacked on top, his smartphone.

he knocked with his foot though because he's polite. he brightens the moment the door opens and gives san lang a nice, bright smile. ]
San Lang!
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-14 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, thank you, thank you. San Lang- [ turning to look at the desk, xie lian can't help but smile. lan wangji must not have been by to organize his desk lately... it's an absolute disaster, and it's very charmingly san lang. once he's gotten his phone moved, xie lian gives him a smile and briefly flexes his fingers underneath his hand, then scurries away to go set up.

his lunch smells less than appetizing to anyone with eyeballs, but it obviously doesn't bother xie lian any. it seems he's making himself busy--he hasn't just made his own lunch, but one for san lang too. setting out the little tupperwares, and pouring a cup of tea from the thermos for each of them, he's a busy little bee to make their usual set up look a little nicer than usual.

the mantou he made, even... sure, they're a little off color, and frankly, kind of lumpy, but they're shaped into a little set of white flowers.

xie lian looks a bit fidgety when he pulls up a chair to sit down across from hua cheng's teacher one. fidget, fidget, he reaches up and plays with the red string around his finger. ]
- Then let's eat!
Edited 2020-03-14 23:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-14 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you really think so...?

[ xie lian looks, as ever, surprised about this development. partially shocked, partially touched.... even after all these years, the fact that hua cheng really likes his food is surprising, because, well, no one likes his disgusting food. it blooms something bright and warm in his chest that's been around for ages, and the expression changes, until he's smiling down at his plate, lifting a hand to tuck a lock of his dark hair behind his ear. ] ...I'm glad. Shaping them was a bit difficult, and it's obvious, I think... but, ah, well, I won't bother you with the specifics. Let's eat.

[ the smile remains as he munches on his own mantou. as ever, they're... well, they're edible, and that's good enough for xie lian, who is completely distracted. it wasn't enough to repay san lang for his massive gift last month, embarrassing and amazingly wonderful...it's a good thing he has another gift, but still. really, san lang is too kind to him.

and he's smiling...ah... handsome...what a nice atmosphere. ]
How was your day? [ it's almost obvious that xie lian is trying so hard not to talk about something else. he is being distracting! yes! he is absolutely not thinking about how best to gift him this silly little present he got him. definitely not. ]
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-15 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, it wasn't very exciting. I taught a few classes this morning, and.. oh! That sword that we retrieved from the diplomat's house was cursed after all. [ xie lian recalls his own day and vaguely recalls his own running around to avoid the possessed weapon that chased him and wei wuxian around the big gym for the better part of twenty minutes. he probably still has glitter in his hair from wei wuxian's smokescreen cloud... how silly of him to forget!

he's left smiling still as san lang compliments his food, and eats his own mantou with renewed vigor. because he did work hard! a few moments of companionable silence pass--with san lang, xie lian never feels the awkwardness that might come from such a thing--but eventually, though, xie lian's own tendency of overthinking gets away from him. while hua cheng comfortingly doesn't point out how obvious xie lian must look, he feels it, and ends up cracking like an egg. ]
...I did, ah, make them a bit special today. I was trying to... well, it's nowhere near anything you did last month, but, well...

[ very abruptly, he ducks down between them and digs into his bag, pulling out a small red box. it's nothing especially fancy, the wrapping a bit crooked, but nestled among the tissue paper on the inside is a small key. hua cheng should recognize it as the key to their very first safehouse--a place they had to abandon to come here, but a place full of special memories, full of them. there's a small hole carefully drilled in the top of it, and it's strung on a delicate, silver chain. a necklace, meant to be worn close to the heart.

xie lian's nerves take advantage of him before he can just let san lang see the gift, though, and he starts talking as he watches him opening it, heartbeat loud in his ears. ]
I--I wanted to thank you for your gift last month, since that's the tradition for White Day, and return the feelings as honestly as I can. It's, ah, from the safehouse--I know this place isn't our home like that was, but you came with me, and you didn't have to do that, and that meant so much to me. So I wanted to keep it close by even though we closed that chapter in our lives. [ a beat before he fiddles with his own collar and pulls out his own, the matching key, eyes flicking back up to san lang's. ] I tried to put a protective charm on it but it blew up in my face, so I connected to our strings instead, so... so maybe it can always bring you home. Wherever, um, that might be. Since you did that...you did that for me. San Lang. You've always been that for me.

[ xie lian's face has gone fantastically red--this is silly, there's nothing between them newly stated here, but he's mortified anyway--and he blurts out, at the end ] --And I made cake, too. It's really ugly, you don't have to eat it. In fact, I definitely think you shouldn't even look at it, I can just take it back...
Edited 2020-03-15 01:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-15 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ well now he's just embarrassed!! still, hua cheng picking up his hand like that and holding it soothes some of the nerves, though it doesn't make his heart race any less. really, it's impossible to save face in front of san lang for more than a minute, isn't it? he deflates, some of the nervous energy coming out of him like a balloon as hua cheng kisses his knuckles.

somehow, he's more relaxed and more embarrassed all at once. xie lian's shoulders hunch up a little across the table, and he can't help the smile that spreads back across his face, small and private and still a little startled. even years later, it's so easy to fall in love with hua cheng, over and over and over. by far, he was the luckiest thing that ever happened to him.

he liked it, some small, giddy part of him sings, he liked it. his white day quest was successful. xie lian nods, his whole expression softening into goo. ]
...Of course, I want to see those things with San Lang too.

[ another world? that's just silly, but in the moment, he feels the same way. there's nowhere xie lian wants to be than beside this person, taking on whatever challenge they could, life, death, otherwise. he gives san lang's hand a tiny squeeze, a bit sheepish. ] I know this place isn't... always ideal for you - [ the teaching thing, the not being able to be together all the time thing, not sharing a bed or even a dorm...he misses that too, is what he's trying to get at, but he's too embarrassed to say so out loud. ] - but if there's ever anything I can do to ease it for you, I will, and that isn't just because of some silly holiday.

[ another little squeeze. he's forgotten the embarrassingly bad cake in favor of looking lovingly into san lang's face. gross. ] It's because San Lang is my most important partner.
Edited 2020-03-15 18:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-16 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ san lang has this way of saying things that just soothe xie lian's fears or worries. after all, hua cheng met him at his absolute worst--barely a shell of the person he used to be, angry and full of vengeance and fear, and stayed by his side. he was there, when xie lian rediscovered kindness. rediscovered how simple and easy it could be to happy, even after years of suffering, of pain. their partnership was one born from fire and hardened because of it; xie lian then never understood why hua cheng stayed by his side, and now, he barely understands either, but he's more than thankful for it, and will spend the rest of his life showing his gratitude in all the ways he can.

he says gege is here and his expression softens. xie lian squeezes the hand in his, too, reaching over to hold it with both of his, to try and push some of that warmth into this important, beloved person. ]
...okay. [ the butterflies here don't come from hua cheng, silvery wraith beings--they come from being with him, so thick and heavy in his lungs it feels like he can't breathe, in the best way possible.

xie lian brings hua cheng's hand to him in return, and though his cheeks pinken, he bows his head, and presses his forehead against his knuckles gently, eyes closed. eventually, he seems to summon up the courage and presses a soft, fluttery kiss of his own to his knuckles in return. as if to return the favor--i am yours as much as you are mine. ]
...happy White Day.

[ he says, quietly, and releases the hand held in his own, the smile on his face small and genuine--an expression of pure happiness, reserved solely for his san lang.

and--okay, okay, that's enough of that embarrassingness!! xie lian puffs a little air, pulling back, the smile brightening up. ]
Besides, we might have to be a bit more separate than usual, but at least we get to see each other like this! I'm glad. Working with you is fun!
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-27 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah.... cake.... xie lian laughs, ducking his head--even so, the laugh is light and warm, sheepish. the entire mood of their conversation is light, and xie lian feels like he could float out of his chair with no elemental magic involved. even though he's ashamed of his ugly cake, san lang wants it, and san lang's reassurance means the world to xie lian, like it always has. ]

I was hoping you might have forgotten... [ because really, it's gross... but true to form, xie lian will present his white day cake. it is ugly, and it probably isn't very sweet, but he pushes the slightly smushed box across the table to him anyway. ] If you're poisoned, I'll carry you to the infirmary before it can take hold properly...

[ god, poisoning his long term boyfriend on white day WOULD happen to him. really, xie lian is lucky san lang has stayed with him this long... he's so blessed he could never forget it. ]
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-28 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he is Looking.

there is maybe a hint of hope in his eyes. like, maybe it won't just fucking kill san lang on the spot like everything else he cooks for...anyone else. okay, so, maybe san lang doesn't usually get sick--or if he does, he hides it very well--and he always likes it, but xie lian can't be sure.....


(vibrates) ]
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-03-29 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ do you see this, san lang? do you see this surprised, slightly hopeful look on xie lian's face? you are the reason he still cooks at all. (unfortunately). they've been at this for years, but xie lian has been told his food is gross so many times that he pretty much just accepts it.... but san lang has always liked it. and san lang wouldn't lie to him. ] ...Really?

[ that slightly hopeful look fades into a smile. it's soft and absolutely besotted, as he glances down at his own lunch, his eyes warm, his heart doing backflips. it seems a bit like he's trying to hide his expression, or make it more private, but it is blatantly obvious. this is why you two end up on the rumor mill. ] I'll... um, I'll try to increase the liquid ingredients next time, then. Thank you, San Lang.

[ he's so happy it's actually disgusting.]
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[personal profile] dianxias 2020-04-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like that. [ that sweet, happy smile stays on his face a moment longer. xie lian has to stop himself from overreacting too much or making a fool of himself with it--he has the urge to press his hands to his own cheeks and muffles it by eating another bite of his gross food.

for a brief heartbeat, there's a feeling of warmth that emanates from the string around his finger. he's sending over a little of his own energy to san lang, letting him know his gratitude even like this. they're connected, like they always have been. it's everything xie lian never knew he wanted and everything his life has boiled down to.

there's a beat of that gushy silence, and then, he quips-- ]
It's a date. [ --and smiles, clearly amused at his own little joke. he's so funny! them, dating, like they aren't already basically married! ]