"It suits you." Zichen explains, concentrating as he offers Xue Yang a bit of healing energy to seal the cut. He squeezes back and then nuzzles their lips together.
Zichen brings the previously cut palm to his lips, kissing the abused skin.
"Now you're being silly." he tuts, but he appreciates the reassurance, "Our blood has mingled. You won't lose sight of me and I won't lose sight of you."
"No, you're silly," he playfully argues back, leaning up to nibble at those tempting lips. "Mmm... I like that." Being bound to Song Lan... the idea doesn't scare him at all.
"Me?" he pretends to look baffled before smiling into the nibbling, "Any blood you spill is blood I spill." Zichen continues warmly, "That will be part of our marriage, A-Yang. We have to take care of each other and ourselves."
Xue Yang ducks his head and snuggles closer. "We will," he murmurs, "I won't have you get hurt." And especially not because he put his loved one in jeopardy!
Xue Yang feels so warm hearing that. He can't get enough of being told that he's important and precious to Song Lan. "I love you..." he murmurs, clinging tight to his lover's body.
The soft words make his heart ache and he smiles a little more, his eyes closing. The man Xue Yang has become, the man who has struggled and fought and sobbed to get to this point... Zichen loves him. And he will protect him.
"I love you. Rest, hm? I'll get us something to eat when you wake."
"Mmm... best husband ever," Xue Yang murmurs with a sleepy smile. He tugs the blankets up and around them as he snuggles deep into his lover's strong arms. It's not difficult to fall asleep when he's feeling so safe...
"I will always do my best." Zichen promises and watches over his A-Yang, nuzzling his hair until he too falls asleep. His lover is just too warm to resist!
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"Did I hurt you?"
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"Now you're being silly." he tuts, but he appreciates the reassurance, "Our blood has mingled. You won't lose sight of me and I won't lose sight of you."
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"I won't let you get hurt either." he threads his fingers into the soft black strands, "No one is more precious to me."
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"I love you. Rest, hm? I'll get us something to eat when you wake."
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