( if warmth disarms runyu, then he'll unfortunately find that he's disarmed more often than not, so long as he hosts xingchen here in this realm. because lo and behold, both the blush rising on runyu's cheeks and the fumbled attempt at self-defense make him all the more endearing still, though xingchen does urge the hyacinth between his hands to continue its blooming in case that manages to divert enough attention to spare runyu any further chagrin. )
You only recall tending to one, ( he corrects, still fairly light in tone but no longer properly teasing. ) In truth, you've cared for quite a number of them. ( though it seems benign enough not to cross into that which runyu would prefer not to talk about just yet, xingchen's gaze remains focused on the flower as he speaks. it's nearly done, just a few buds left to bloom, and paying attention to that gives runyu the option to sidestep it altogether without the unintended pressure of xingchen's gaze. )
[ Runyu opens his mouth to respond again before halting as Xingchen continues to coax life or form from the spelled flower. He is both loathe to let his petty argument ruin the moment as well as compelled to silence by the little detail offered him . It’s a a strange, wondrous belief that he would have the heart to touch another flower after destroying the brightest flower in his life.
But it is an idea that is too far away to consider now.
He lets out a breath. ]
Perhaps in another realm where I haven’t committed such grave sins I could, but even if the fairies were to return them here, I don’t deserve to be the caretaker of another such weak, fragile beauty.
[ Runyu glances away, back to the dark silent sky that has kept him company for so many eternities, as if speaking of this sin, even indirectly, has awoken the pain of the events. To be honest, it hasn't. There's nothing to awake when it's never truly faded. When it remains as a fated weariness inside him even now. ]
They're safer letting the spirits of the elements take that task for them.
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You only recall tending to one, ( he corrects, still fairly light in tone but no longer properly teasing. ) In truth, you've cared for quite a number of them. ( though it seems benign enough not to cross into that which runyu would prefer not to talk about just yet, xingchen's gaze remains focused on the flower as he speaks. it's nearly done, just a few buds left to bloom, and paying attention to that gives runyu the option to sidestep it altogether without the unintended pressure of xingchen's gaze. )
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But it is an idea that is too far away to consider now.
He lets out a breath. ]
Perhaps in another realm where I haven’t committed such grave sins I could, but even if the fairies were to return them here, I don’t deserve to be the caretaker of another such weak, fragile beauty.
[ Runyu glances away, back to the dark silent sky that has kept him company for so many eternities, as if speaking of this sin, even indirectly, has awoken the pain of the events. To be honest, it hasn't. There's nothing to awake when it's never truly faded. When it remains as a fated weariness inside him even now. ]
They're safer letting the spirits of the elements take that task for them.