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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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. ]