Xue Yang lets himself scoot closer then. "Well, now you have. You felt warm inside me..." And he doesn't want to admit it, but it had easily been the best sex he's ever had.
"There's a woman named Ulla who should be able to give it back to you. She returned my arm. She's a warden. There's a ritual involved, and it's not painless, but it's really not that bad. Worth it, anyway."
It's not just about the kissing! It would be nice to be able to communicate more effectively with Song Lan too.
Ulla. Zichen pales at the thought of more magic and he glances at Xue Yang uncertainly. But he has seen that the other man has his arm back; that isn't any trick.
"I don't think that'll matter. Just ask her about it."
For all his previous taunting, Xue Yang is starting to feel a little bad for cutting out Song Lan's tongue. It had seemed necessary in the moment back then, but... even before they ended up on the Barge, he had sometimes wished that Song Lan could talk to him. He'd only had himself to talk to for a long time...
"Yeah. I don't know how she does it, but..." Xue Yang tugs his sleeve up on his right arm to show Song Lan that there's no scarring or anything to suggest that the arm hasn't always been attached. "Looks like my arm, feels like my arm."
Zichen leans in and gently touches the limb, stroking his fingertips over the skin. It looks good. A fluid transition from Xue Yang's shoulder to his upper arm.
"It is impressive." he worries his lip, "I will try. Eventually."
"Good." Xue Yang feels surprisingly pleased to hear that. "Just don't get yourself killed after. Apparently, dying here makes the new body parts disappear and you have to do the ritual again." Which is profoundly stupid, but at least it's contributed to keeping some of Xue Yang's reckless tendencies a little more in check. Emphasis on a little.
"So you have a reason to not be an idiot." Zichen concludes, smirking. Does he need a reason like that too? Maybe. He never really saw himself as reckless, but if someone he cared about was in danger, he wouldn't hesitate to throw himself into the fray.
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"I was, but your fussing woke me up."
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"So... now what?"
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"I don't know."
But.
"We are alive. We aren't going anywhere. We have time."
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"I react to you. I don't know if I would to anyone else."
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"Really?" He doesn't want to bring up Xiao Xingchen again, so he doesn't. It's not like he'd know. Neither of them had gotten that close to him.
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"I've never tested it." but he has felt nothing but numb and cold since Xingchen stabbed him and Xue Yang's spell took hold.
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"You were warm too." and welcoming. And sweet.
"Is it always like that?"
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"You really should consider getting your tongue back," he adds, half-teasing, half-sincere. "Makes kissing even better."
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"I am getting tired of typing my every thought."
It's such a nuisance. In a way, he can be more cautious what he says, but he also can't communicate effectively when he is emotional.
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It's not just about the kissing! It would be nice to be able to communicate more effectively with Song Lan too.
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"I'm not like you. What if it doesn't work?"
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For all his previous taunting, Xue Yang is starting to feel a little bad for cutting out Song Lan's tongue. It had seemed necessary in the moment back then, but... even before they ended up on the Barge, he had sometimes wished that Song Lan could talk to him. He'd only had himself to talk to for a long time...
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"Will it be my tongue? It's not someone else's, right?"
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"It is impressive." he worries his lip, "I will try. Eventually."
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