[voice somewhere between teasing and still absolutely earnest. names are serious business in this... public space. look. it's fine.
he takes the pointed non-acceptance of the bracer for what it is. lowers that hand. and though he could strap it back onto blade... jing yuan was, of course, correct. dan heng doesn't want to go too deep, in this thing with blade, and alienate their third. so he carefully slips the relic into blade's coat pocket, his eyes fluttering closed for a few moments as blade huffs him, fuck.
if jing yuan allows himself to be pulled in, there is immediately a tail curving behind his knees, possessive.]
[Jing Yuan has a REAL JOB, Blade! He needs his brain cells!!]
...Don't bother.
[He doesn't actually hate the nickname. It's nice to feel loved, and like he's allowed to put down his authority and just be the soft, tender Jing Yuan he is underneath the weight of responsibility.
It's for that reason that he lets them pull him in. It's been so long and so much has changed that he feels nearly as awkward and tense as he did during his first time -- something he still vividly remembers. Dan Feng...
This is a world away from that rosy past, but it's so familiar it makes his heart clench. He can't resist the pull of their warmth, and after a moment he places his hand over Blade's as he leans in to place a feather-light kiss on Dan Heng's cheek.]
[extremely grumbly, even though what he's doing would be called clinging if done by a lesser man. the hand on dan heng's back slides...down... into the cutout, dipping under his waistband, dangerously low. blade hums contemplatively, which he usually did before murdering swathes of innocent people.
going to try and fist a hand in jing yuan's fluffy hair, looking to yank him in for a violent kiss.]
[dan heng nods slightly to jing yuan, easy to catch in the bob of his horns. preference noted, luck and available time appreciated.
those hands are going to run into tail before they run into ass unless they specifically skirt it, but that's compromising enough to make him shiver in and of itself. he watches them, his own hands occupying themselves with working blade's coat open, starting with the fastenings right above that absolutely torturous gap.]
[Jing Yuan has suddenly come to several conclusions.
1. Dan Heng is a little bit crazy but mostly he's a good boy. No real change in his opinion there.
2. Blade is a lot crazy and also a fucking asshole. At least he's hot. Also no change of opinion.
3. If Jing Yuan doesn't put his foot down about some degree of decorum he's going to get completely wrecked in public and it'll probably get caught on camera and leaked online, at which point Fu Xuan and Qingzu will jettison him into space and Yanqing's childhood will be over.
4. Holy shit having his hair pulled is nice.
There's an instant when he gives a startled, indignant yelp at Blade's sudden violence, but after that he completely melts into it.
At least until his brain catches up with him, at which point he turns his face to get some air and protests in a breathless voice:]
[he takes his time licking into jing yuan's mouth, and is extremely annoyed by his apparent need for oxygen. or privacy. or anything that wasn't dan heng or blade.]
I don't care where. I need you both.
[he's going to go real easy though wherever they take him, because he's always been their rabid dog on a leash who would follow them to the ends of the universe.
that doesn't mean he'd stop groping dan heng's lower back, or his tail, digging his nails cruelly into the base of it.]
[dan heng wiggles his hand into blade's coat, pawing bandages out of the way so he can settle his palm over his heart. feel it beating, however fucked up, however much he's personally stopped it before now.]
Anywhere.
[as long as he's with them. his tail coils tighter around one of jing yuan's calves, still looped behind his knees, not exactly helping. and tighter still when those nails dig into the base of it and he groans, eyes squeezing closed and his own nails digging into blade's chest.]
[blade wishes dan heng would do the claw thing dan feng liked to do because then he would draw blood and surely by now dan heng knew he was a masochist and-]
Come on. [his coat flaps open, a constellation of scars through loosened bandages, as he promptly bends down and tries to scoop dan heng up into his arms in a princess carry. or potato sack carry if he fights it. blade isn't picky.] Get off him, Your Grace.
Emotionally he's feeling a bit like a wild animal that's fallen into a pit trap. But it's a pleasant pit trap full of incredibly attractive men that are kinda-sorta the people he's loved most of his life, so it's fine. He's given up on being cautious. He'll let them trap him, and enjoy the depths they drag him to.
But first, he inclines his head in a beckoning gesture and leads them off towards the starskiff dock. They are going someplace comfortable and discreet.]
[you’d think blade would give zero consideration to dan heng’s comfort, from the amount of times he’d attempted murder, but he hitches dan heng securely in his arms, in such a way that his tail wasn’t squished between them, wrapped around his waist as it was, or that he could comfortably lay his head on blade’s shoulder if he wanted.
[Ok. He was about to give Blade a few deaths as a romantic present, but Dan Heng's embarrassment is kind of cute...
They reach the dock and Jing Yuan's personal skiff, and as he's about to get inside he turns and gives Dan Heng the absolute most shitheaded catface smile possible.]
Oh? And here I thought you remembered it from the last life. There's quite a few such memories to choose from.
[Everything was so happy, then. They'd all laughed easily and loved easily...
Anyway once he's got them in the skiff he's setting off for an out-of-the-way agricultral zone.]
You may have guessed, but the majority of my wardrobe at the time was chosen with your reactions in mind. You were both such proud and lofty figures... There was always a sense of power in being able to disarm you.
[blade, as usual, insinuates himself into dan heng’s personal space, and moves to wrap his arms around the other man’s waist from behind, like a murderous limpet.
he also stays quiet, miraculously, because he is currently ????? at jing yuan actually doing things? like that back then?? for him??? he understood doing it for dan feng but the realm of yingxing’s arrogance lay in craftsmanship, not in his attractiveness.]
What you did with the Lord Ravager. [he has words to say about that but he’s having a time articulating them because the thought of jing yuan deliberately taking a fatal hit and leaving him alone because dan feng already left him made his brain cells rebel.] Wasn’t being a coward.
[maybe that’s a compliment? An insult? An observation?]
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[voice somewhere between teasing and still absolutely earnest. names are serious business in this... public space. look. it's fine.
he takes the pointed non-acceptance of the bracer for what it is. lowers that hand. and though he could strap it back onto blade... jing yuan was, of course, correct. dan heng doesn't want to go too deep, in this thing with blade, and alienate their third. so he carefully slips the relic into blade's coat pocket, his eyes fluttering closed for a few moments as blade huffs him, fuck.
if jing yuan allows himself to be pulled in, there is immediately a tail curving behind his knees, possessive.]
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...Don't bother.
[He doesn't actually hate the nickname. It's nice to feel loved, and like he's allowed to put down his authority and just be the soft, tender Jing Yuan he is underneath the weight of responsibility.
It's for that reason that he lets them pull him in. It's been so long and so much has changed that he feels nearly as awkward and tense as he did during his first time -- something he still vividly remembers. Dan Feng...
This is a world away from that rosy past, but it's so familiar it makes his heart clench. He can't resist the pull of their warmth, and after a moment he places his hand over Blade's as he leans in to place a feather-light kiss on Dan Heng's cheek.]
You're both very fortunate I've taken today off.
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[extremely grumbly, even though what he's doing would be called clinging if done by a lesser man. the hand on dan heng's back slides...down... into the cutout, dipping under his waistband, dangerously low. blade hums contemplatively, which he usually did before murdering swathes of innocent people.
going to try and fist a hand in jing yuan's fluffy hair, looking to yank him in for a violent kiss.]
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those hands are going to run into tail before they run into ass unless they specifically skirt it, but that's compromising enough to make him shiver in and of itself. he watches them, his own hands occupying themselves with working blade's coat open, starting with the fastenings right above that absolutely torturous gap.]
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1. Dan Heng is a little bit crazy but mostly he's a good boy. No real change in his opinion there.
2. Blade is a lot crazy and also a fucking asshole. At least he's hot. Also no change of opinion.
3. If Jing Yuan doesn't put his foot down about some degree of decorum he's going to get completely wrecked in public and it'll probably get caught on camera and leaked online, at which point Fu Xuan and Qingzu will jettison him into space and Yanqing's childhood will be over.
4. Holy shit having his hair pulled is nice.
There's an instant when he gives a startled, indignant yelp at Blade's sudden violence, but after that he completely melts into it.
At least until his brain catches up with him, at which point he turns his face to get some air and protests in a breathless voice:]
Privacy. We have to go somewhere.
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I don't care where. I need you both.
[he's going to go real easy though wherever they take him, because he's always been their rabid dog on a leash who would follow them to the ends of the universe.
that doesn't mean he'd stop groping dan heng's lower back, or his tail, digging his nails cruelly into the base of it.]
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Anywhere.
[as long as he's with them. his tail coils tighter around one of jing yuan's calves, still looped behind his knees, not exactly helping. and tighter still when those nails dig into the base of it and he groans, eyes squeezing closed and his own nails digging into blade's chest.]
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Unwind, please.
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Come on. [his coat flaps open, a constellation of scars through loosened bandages, as he promptly bends down and tries to scoop dan heng up into his arms in a princess carry. or potato sack carry if he fights it. blade isn't picky.] Get off him, Your Grace.
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squawks but is scooped, tail relinquishing its hold on jing yuan to wind tight around blade's waist instead.]
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Well. Physically. For the moment.
Emotionally he's feeling a bit like a wild animal that's fallen into a pit trap. But it's a pleasant pit trap full of incredibly attractive men that are kinda-sorta the people he's loved most of his life, so it's fine. He's given up on being cautious. He'll let them trap him, and enjoy the depths they drag him to.
But first, he inclines his head in a beckoning gesture and leads them off towards the starskiff dock. They are going someplace comfortable and discreet.]
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[you’d think blade would give zero consideration to dan heng’s comfort, from the amount of times he’d attempted murder, but he hitches dan heng securely in his arms, in such a way that his tail wasn’t squished between them, wrapped around his waist as it was, or that he could comfortably lay his head on blade’s shoulder if he wanted.
And then he opens his mouth.]
Huh. [serenely:] You mean you two never fucked?
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Not... in this lifetime...
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[is he enjoying this? can his face even show enjoyment? we just don’t know.]
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They reach the dock and Jing Yuan's personal skiff, and as he's about to get inside he turns and gives Dan Heng the absolute most shitheaded catface smile possible.]
Oh? And here I thought you remembered it from the last life. There's quite a few such memories to choose from.
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If you remember, that one Mid-Autumn festival where I fell off the docks because he wore that blue hanfu. The one with the cranes.
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[glARES. at them each in turn. thwapping blade's calf with his tail for grabbiness. and bully.]
And then you were soaking wet, which did not help matters.
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[Everything was so happy, then. They'd all laughed easily and loved easily...
Anyway once he's got them in the skiff he's setting off for an out-of-the-way agricultral zone.]
You may have guessed, but the majority of my wardrobe at the time was chosen with your reactions in mind. You were both such proud and lofty figures... There was always a sense of power in being able to disarm you.
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he also stays quiet, miraculously, because he is currently ????? at jing yuan actually doing things? like that back then?? for him??? he understood doing it for dan feng but the realm of yingxing’s arrogance lay in craftsmanship, not in his attractiveness.]
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[sighs.
and just. sits in blade's lap. he knows he's not getting away.]
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[He saves up his bravery for when obsessive planning doesn't work, and then uses it all at once to do shit like deliberately getting stabbed.
Or overcoming centuries of hurt to allow these two bozos back into his life and also his pants.]
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and leaving him alone because dan feng already left himmade his brain cells rebel.] Wasn’t being a coward.[maybe that’s a compliment? An insult? An observation?]
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