Silence stretches— before there is a scrunch of Shen Qingqiu's brows. Eyes flutter open to look at Luo Binghe, only a moment's distance away from him. “... Binghe.”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 7mo ago

Panic. Why wasn't Shizun answering? He quickened his pace, his feet leading him to Shen Qungqiu's desk where the immortal was bathed in moonlight, asleep on parchment. "...Shizun."

“... A little bit. I can't rest easy when you aren't...” He trails off, his thin face taking on a light shade of pink when he realizes just what he almost said aloud!

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 7mo ago

He follows behind him like a shadow, his fingers brushing against Shen Qingqiu's own. "Is Shizun feeling restless?"

... No answer. His Shizun is fast asleep. Maybe he can give it another try.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 7mo ago

@prlssccmbr.bsky.social "Shizun.." No answer. "Shizun." "Shizun.."

@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social Binghe, come.

What a scarily vague question. It's something he's still figuring out the answer to himself. The hand stroking Luo Binghe's hair pauses. “... That is... this master wouldn't say there there is one tried and tested way to love someone that will fit in every situation.”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 12mo ago

"I was thinking.. is there a correct way to love someone? Even if your intentions are good, situations can end up bad." He edges closer into the doting touches, his hand curling around Shen Qingqiu's wrist.

What's gotten him in this mood? He strokes Luo Binghe's head, holding him close when he leans against him. “What has Binghe been thinking about?” he gently asks, absentmindedly raking his fingers through his curls.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 12mo ago

He already knew what Shen Qingqiu's answer would likely be, but still, he leant against him with his head bowed. "This disciple has been thinking, that's all.. It's nothing."

Hold on, is there really a need to strip while cutting cake? Unable to stop himself from watching, he ends up blocking his gaze entirely with his fan, face a crimson red. “This master greatly appreciates Binghe's efforts,” he manages to mumble.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 12mo ago

He gave a nod. "This one worked throughout the day until he perfected the recipe. Shizun enjoys sweet flavours, I had to capture it accurately." The robes tumble away as he shifts to cut the cake.

Shen Qingqiu glances up from his paper, surprised by the sudden question. “... Binghe is not a bad person,” he replies, certain with his answer. “Why does he ask?”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · 12mo ago

@prlssccmbr.bsky.social "Shizun, am I a bad person?" He shifted his glittering blak gaze over to him, intent behind those eyes.

Eyes linger for a second on the slip of skin revealed underneath Luo Binghe's robes. The pink on his cheek reaches up to his ears— he quickly snaps his fan open and lifts it up to the lower of his face. “Mn. Did Binghe bake it himself?”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

"Then, Shizun's ideal gift for his birthday is me?" He answered with confidence, dark robes tumbling away from his shoulders. "Doesn't Shizun want to try this cake first?"

He responds to the question with a small shake of his head, sitting across from Luo Binghe and looking at the cake. “Mm, no plans. This master was...” Clearing his throat, cheeks taking on a soft pink. “Was hoping to spend the day with Binghe.”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

Luo Binghe shakes his head, "This husband had arrived just now." He raised his chin upwards, teeth gleaming as he returned the gesture. "Does Shizun have any plans for today?"

“Thank you, Binghe.” He smiles at him, not wasting a second in making his approach. “Did I make you wait long?”

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

"Happy birthday, Shizun!" He's waiting for him, a handmade cake on the low table.

Ah. It's his birthday.

👀

Sitting in his study, poking at a jade mandarin duck.

Pew pew pew!

𝑳𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒊 𝑹𝑷 𝐌𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐨 𝐙𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝) AU/OC Friendly. Tinezone: GMT 0+ Mod: 30+ #mdzsrp

“Mm?” he lazily hums in response, giving his shoulder a small nuzzle before lifting his hands to assist Luo Binghe out of his garb with gentle hands. His fingers dance around the intricate fabrics soft to the touch as he leisurely tugs them off, watching them fall to the floor.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

His heart was beating wildly against his chest as Shen Qingqiu chose to lean against him. Inhaling sharply then exhaling slow, he pried away his husband's clothes and the pins from his hair, allowing him to settle properly. "Shizun."

... Even his whines are cute! Inwardly, he clutches at his chest and sighs. Sitting up from his spot, he gingerly takes Luo Binghe's hand and rises to his feet. Sleepily blinks once or twice before leaning his head on the other's shoulder.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

He whines cutely at the mention of moving from their position but does so. His hand extended for Shen Qingqiu to take, ready to start their nighttime routine.

( Shen Qingqiu watches Liu Qingge as he summons his Cheng Luan, the blade bright and noble amidst the darkness of the woods. The sound seems to be coming from the bush right before them. Just as he is about to remind Liu Qingge to take caution, he suddenly fucking shoves a hand inside the bush! ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[Although somewhat cautious, Liu Qingge had an impatient streak. Did not wait to call upon Cheng Luan. Instead the he held the sword steady in his hand. With one more step, he glanced over to Shen Qingqiu. It was a look of comardery and confidence. It was a look given only by someone who'd trust

Shen Qingqiu really is sincerely trying to fight away sleep. After such a long day, who wouldn't be knocked out?! But... “Binghe, let's get changed and ready for bed,” he speaks softly. A routine he's grown to enjoy throughout the time of their marriage.

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

"Shizun.." Came the nearly automatic response, his lips connecting with Snen Qingqiu's shoulder. He didn't say anything else, if his husband wanted to fall asleep this way, he'd let him. However, he'd change him into the appropriate attire in his sleep, as he always did.

“... Binghe...” How nice, how nice... he can fall asleep just like this!

Luo Binghe respects shizun only@whitelotusbinghe.bsky.social · last yr.

Follows him, slumping on top of him. His arms sliding around his waist.

It's quiet. It usually isn't this quiet at this hour. ( Just as he turns his head to listen to the other's question, he's immediately startled by the sudden rustling. Shen Qingqiu's eyes dart around before locking on the direction of the sound. He gives a small nod at Liu Qingge's gesture ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[If he knew what excitement the other male held for this deal, he might have reconsidered rather quickly. A deal was a deal. It wasn't like he believed the other would succeed. Soon enough, his eyes adjusted to the darkened forest. While he couldn't make out far distances, he could visually see→

It's a deal, then. May the one with the most kills win. If Liu-shidi is feeling competitive, it's only right to feel the same. ( All the things he can make Liu Qingge do! At this point, the pair have walked far into the forest, nothing but foliage and the dark of the hour surrounding them. )

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[Competitive was certainly a stitch in the whole embroidery of this night. However, his eyes lacked any fire. Possibly it could ignite later, once the first monster was taken down.] With such a deal, I assume you must feel a bit competitive as well. [He pondered the new rule. Truly overthinking, →

oh no…peak lord shen, young master liu and the demon prince are fighting again ｡ﾟ(ﾟ;ㅅ;)ﾟ｡ #svsss

Collapsing right into his bed.

Mn. It is so. ( Silence. Not that Shen Qingqiu is looking to fill it — in fact, he quite likes the silence. It's a comfortable quiet. A familiar quiet, that he seems to only be able to share with Liu Qingge in particular. The silence is broken not too long later, when Liu Qingge suggesting that ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[That was far too much for his matter-of-fact thoughts to comprehend such words as a joke. At this point he was attempting to retrace his memories for a time he left such a creature at the others door step. Instead the reference translated to concern for the other. Maybe he ought to take Shen →

En. You see, around chou time, the beast you left on my doorstep starts getting particularly rowdy. Eats up all of the bamboo — at the rate at which it feasts, it will pretty much ravage my entire peak if I do not intervene... ( He heaves a heavy sigh, waving his fan around. He allows ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[The temperature was only dropping more and more. It was evident by evening sneaking their way into the reunion. The night could become chilly, still, Liu Qingge didn't fear the weather too much. The physical activity alone would warm them up.] It wasn't a long wait. [Subtle reassurance certainly→

( By early evening, Shen Qingqiu begins to make his way to the willow tree. Upon reaching his destination, he is greeted by the sight of Liu Qingge standing underneath the tree. Illuminated by the scattering glow of twilight, he makes his approach. ) Liu-shidi. I must have kept you ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

[Every sentence seemed perfectly set, much like a meal that could be devoured. Every utensil was in a particular place, all to make functioning easier. It was almost perfect for Liu Qingge and confirmed every detail laid out. The only problem being the constant opening and closing of the fan. →

He stays there on the ground. It's comfortable, really, and he can even fall asleep right then and there if he so tries. “I was looking,” he says, very honestly. “It's just that I'm very unlucky today.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙏𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜-𝙅𝙪𝙣, 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 ࿐ྂ@rcpturous.bsky.social · last yr.

. . . Tianlang-Jun laughs, despite himself. "Ah, Master Shen truly gets himself into trouble... er... You should look before running."

Understood. I'll be sure to meet Liu-shidi there, then. Near the old willow; after sunset, twilight. ( He plays a bit longer with the fan in his hands. Open, close, open, close — the sticks make a crisp sound with every slow, contemplative flick of his wrist. ) Then, I will attend to my ——

⚔︎@wargodbaizhan.bsky.social · last yr.

Meet me near the old willow. [He spoke plan and matter of fact. Only inside did his blood pulse at a rapid pace. It would be a fine night to show off his talents. It would be perfect after years of intensive train, and yet, his soul was swept up in unusual intrigue.] After sunset; twilight. →