It's a little dry, but I think it's quite good, gege. The icing helps. [ The icing is bland and was probably put on the cake when the cake was still a little too warm, but here he is, taking another scoop of it and putting it in his mouth.
And then he closes his eyes and hums, spoon still in his mouth, as if it is delicious instead of goddamn poison to anyone that isn't him. ]
[ 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.
[ Oh, he sees it. And if he can find a way to make every Xie Lian he ever meets make that face, he'll do it; even if it takes another 800 years, he'll find a way, just to have that light in his eyes. To turn the hopeful gaze into that little, soft, warm thing. ] Really really, gege.
[ Something squirms and weaves its way through his ribs even more. Hua Cheng chuckles softly, unable to hide the adoration in his own expression. Given how much he feels in this single moment, it isn't shocking, and there's no point in hiding it. He's not the most subtle sort when it comes to what Xie Lian means to him, anyways. Let them talk. ]
I'll eat it then, too, whenever you make it. Maybe we can do it together?
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! ]
[ Hua Cheng has had 800 years to keep even microexpressions from showing on his face, and it's easy enough to not react with surprise or delight or that absolute thrill he feels when Xie Lian says it's a date. He's happy, and selfishly so, in a way that he wouldn't yield the moment to this world's version of him even if it meant his heart really would beat again.
But he does smile, visible eye crinkling with the warmth of it. The energy, Xie Lian's smile, his touch, his company, the key between them... that's all the cause for it. ]
I'll look forward to it. [ And he sends that energy back, as he sets the spoon down to pick up the key on its chain. Without a moment of hesitation, he lifts it up to put over his head. It means having to sweep his hair out from under it, but he doesn't mind - not when he can let that settle over his heart, for all the world to see. ]
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It's a little dry, but I think it's quite good, gege. The icing helps. [ The icing is bland and was probably put on the cake when the cake was still a little too warm, but here he is, taking another scoop of it and putting it in his mouth.
And then he closes his eyes and hums, spoon still in his mouth, as if it is delicious instead of goddamn poison to anyone that isn't him. ]
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[ 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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[ Something squirms and weaves its way through his ribs even more. Hua Cheng chuckles softly, unable to hide the adoration in his own expression. Given how much he feels in this single moment, it isn't shocking, and there's no point in hiding it. He's not the most subtle sort when it comes to what Xie Lian means to him, anyways. Let them talk. ]
I'll eat it then, too, whenever you make it. Maybe we can do it together?
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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! ]
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[ Hua Cheng has had 800 years to keep even microexpressions from showing on his face, and it's easy enough to not react with surprise or delight or that absolute thrill he feels when Xie Lian says it's a date. He's happy, and selfishly so, in a way that he wouldn't yield the moment to this world's version of him even if it meant his heart really would beat again.
But he does smile, visible eye crinkling with the warmth of it. The energy, Xie Lian's smile, his touch, his company, the key between them... that's all the cause for it. ]
I'll look forward to it. [ And he sends that energy back, as he sets the spoon down to pick up the key on its chain. Without a moment of hesitation, he lifts it up to put over his head. It means having to sweep his hair out from under it, but he doesn't mind - not when he can let that settle over his heart, for all the world to see. ]