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[Dan Heng is sent to voicemail after one ring, in a clear sign that Jing Yuan has actively rejected the call. RIP.]
[There is a pause... but just when Dan Heng may think he's being left on read again:]
Jing Yuan: I am choosing not to be affected by childish tantrums. I cannot control him, so I must control myself.
Jing Yuan: I am choosing not to be affected by childish tantrums. I cannot control him, so I must control myself.
You provide very meaningful support, actually.
[Look at him glide right past the call-out.]
I will see you when we are both home.
[Look at him glide right past the call-out.]
I will see you when we are both home.
soon
[That's all he gets for now. Jing Yuan is going to go cry in the woods and then try to meditate the mood away. He'll be home in an hour or two. In the wee hours, after he catches himself dozing off on the ground in a dangerous place.]
[That's all he gets for now. Jing Yuan is going to go cry in the woods and then try to meditate the mood away. He'll be home in an hour or two. In the wee hours, after he catches himself dozing off on the ground in a dangerous place.]
[He fumbles with his hands again, cycling through the beginnings of the handsigns for love/lion/hate/general/hurt before giving up.]
He killed me. Had to. Hurt.
[Blade's handsign is immediate, though if it made sense to anyone who wasn't Dan Feng, he's not sure, and he probably does not care.]
My star killed me again. I felt you hold my hand.
He killed me. Had to. Hurt.
[Blade's handsign is immediate, though if it made sense to anyone who wasn't Dan Feng, he's not sure, and he probably does not care.]
My star killed me again. I felt you hold my hand.
[he. honestly gets it instantly, which is upsetting in its own way. his own hand on dan feng's back had subconsciously signed sun for jing yuan. even with jumbled, faint memories, it isn't a hard guess these days.]
I... should have helped. I was seeing things. Hallucinating. So I didn't realize...
I... should have helped. I was seeing things. Hallucinating. So I didn't realize...
Leave the hallucinating to me.
[Dan Feng squirms a little bit so he's sitting on the morgue drawer AND wiping off his bloody throat on Dan Heng's clothes (thanks), bracketing Dan Heng's hips with his knees.
He leans in for what seems to be a kiss before he remembers himself.]
Can I kiss you?
[Dan Feng squirms a little bit so he's sitting on the morgue drawer AND wiping off his bloody throat on Dan Heng's clothes (thanks), bracketing Dan Heng's hips with his knees.
He leans in for what seems to be a kiss before he remembers himself.]
Can I kiss you?
Don't look so surprised. [He stares at his own hands for a moment, before making the same sign Dan Heng did for] Jing Yuan told me I should ask before I do things to people. I do not understand this but it makes him happy.
[He leans in- to kiss Dan Heng chastely, a peck on the lips.] Does asking make you happy?
[He leans in- to kiss Dan Heng chastely, a peck on the lips.] Does asking make you happy?
You are both so easy to please..
[He stares, openmouthed, and then averts his eyes from that smile because if he looks at it for more than 0.0004 seconds he will self-immolate and that is a very uncomfortable experience.]
I did not want you to see me like that. Or like this.
[He stares, openmouthed, and then averts his eyes from that smile because if he looks at it for more than 0.0004 seconds he will self-immolate and that is a very uncomfortable experience.]
I did not want you to see me like that. Or like this.
[Jing Yuan comes in feeling even more exhausted than usual. He opens the door, pulls his jacket off, turns to toss it over the corner of the bedframe, and--
--jumps and gasps.]
Wh-- ...Hello, Dan Heng.
[help he's been given a heart attack]
--jumps and gasps.]
Wh-- ...Hello, Dan Heng.
[help he's been given a heart attack]
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