[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
[there's no other way to describe it: dan feng's entire countenance turns shifty, ears pinning back, and his shoulders round, curling up into himself.]
My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
[there is a suspicious lack of drinkware in the kitchen, but dan feng manages to make tea with scavenged lipton bags, and start to steep them in a red solo cup and a vaguely barney shaped mug - if barney was exposed to nuclear radiation.]
This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
[he is not looking back up or answering until he's undone one of jing yuan's boots completely because if he looks up he is directly face level with his crotch and dan feng really was the king of bad choices wasn't he.
he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
[the last time he was this close to jing yuan there was a not insignificant amount of violence and he could feel it and the urge to bite and the urge to make him cry and the urge to make him scream and the urge to fuck every single brain cell out of his ears for the first time and
okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
[He flinches when Dan Feng hurts himself that way, but doesn't stop him. He lets him walk away, taking a moment to kick the boots off the rest of the way. Then he just leans in the doorway to watch him.
It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
[he finds a fresh roll of gauze, and quickly wraps it twice around his head. it's not enough to block his vision completely, but he is not blinding himself around someone who wears the face of his favorite murderer.]
Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
[Jing Yuan is not mara-struck, but he's still feeling a powerful urge to reach out and touch Dan Feng. That's just plain old nostalgia and longing. He settles for approaching slowly, hovering just barely out of reach.]
[it happens faster than he can stop it: his good tail uncoils from where it was in the process of wriggling under pillows, and snaps out- aiming to whap jing yuan on a thigh, with the fluffy tip.]
[There's a sharp cracking sound when the tail thwacks him, and Jing Yuan jumps -- but he doesn't look upset about it. He's not taking it as an actual attack, just a scolding.]
Ow! I was very angry at you at the time, you know!
[He goes quiet and still when asked to, of course. Dan Feng can't help the madness, so if Jing Yuan wants to be close to him he's going to have to do his part to help with it. He waits, patiently, just as he's always waited.]
What is the point of this? [he murmurs, bitterly.] I might have to be like this every time we see each other. I may never be able to untangle you from him. I may always have the urge to hurt you. This is folly.
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[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
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He resists. Mainly because he has a better sense of decorum than that but also because he is very much looking at the extra mangled tail.]
Yes, thank you. How did you get hurt?
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My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
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Alright. Lead the way, then.
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This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
Shoes off before you come in.
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He just. Pauses at the door and looks down at his thigh-high boots and his still-busted arm...]
...Do I have to?
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and then he gracefully goes down to his knees to start unlacing his boots.]
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help how is he supposed to just stand here and look down at Dan Feng and not DIE?????]
...Thank you...?
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he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
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R-Right... hmm.
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okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
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[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
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jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
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It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
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Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
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Thank you. Will you tell me what happened?
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Aphelios was hungry.
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I did kill him. [in a quieter voice:] It is not the first time someone has sought me for such.
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[He may as well admit his crime...]
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Ow! I was very angry at you at the time, you know!
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Stop. Stop, give me a - give me another moment. [the tail retreats, and obediently drapes over dan feng's lap. he inhales.]
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