IC Inbox for Erku
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» Age: 30s » Species: Human » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Companionship, mainly. Friends, allies, and lovers, also welcome. » Preferences: Likeminded men and women. Not too old, not too young. » Interests: Fashion, art, calligraphy, antiques, poetry, politics, astronomy, bird collection, strategy games, and erotic literature. » Bio: Single sect leader seeking potential wife and cultivation partner, sexual companionship, and business associates. Additional benefits available. | ||||||
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Nie Huaisang | ||||||
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Date: 2021-07-31 07:47 am (UTC)I think I'm doing all right. The shop's pretty quiet and I'm mostly just following Shi-xiong's lead. I think we're settling into a routine here. I do my best to make sure we're both ready every morning. I think I'm adjusting.
[A brief pause.]
It's nice to have some structure again. The work's different that from home but it helps.
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Date: 2021-07-31 07:56 am (UTC)He smiles softly at his voice as he listens. Who knew just having these small conversations with him could help him feel so settled. Was this what love was?]
I am so proud of you A-Sang. It will pick up again after the summer season is over. Shi Qingxuan is a really kind person. And I am glad that you are both helping each other.
I know that it is a different type of routine, but it is one that suits you better I think. You are so artistic and fashionable and this way you can help others feel good in how they look as well.
[A pause and blush.]
Have you received the notes I've left for you?
[He has been leaving small paper flowers with some love poetry written on them for him, before the days he worked. Thier shifts opposed one another and he worked at the cafe on other days, but he wanted to leave him reminders of how much he was loved.]
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Date: 2021-07-31 08:30 am (UTC)I have. They've all been really lovely. They brighten up my day but I can't help but think you flatter me too much sometimes...
[But he still likes them a lot. He's just still adjusting to a lot, including being the object of such affections.]
I really mean that. They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
[Such a drastic turn of events, really, but he much prefers it to the plotting, fighting, and fearing one another.]
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Date: 2021-07-31 08:37 am (UTC)[His voice was soft, his heart beating fast. He was blushing deeply as well. He thought he was beautiful. This kind gentle gorgeous man. He cuddled into his pillows a bit more.]
I love you, Nie Huaisang. You are so beautiful. Do let me know if I am being too much though. I do not wish to overwhelm you either.
[He wanted to remind him, write something against every terrible thing that was said to him, as if he could erase them one flower at a time.
He was a romantic it seemed.]
I feel like a youth in love. I know I am being so silly.
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Date: 2021-07-31 09:22 am (UTC)His arms are aching to hold his lover but with him elsewhere on the island, he satisfies himself with the pillow on the sofa.]
I love you, too, A-Yao. I feel the same way. I never expected any of this. I'm a grown man yet I'm fumbling my way through all of this like a teenager. I can't help but laugh at myself for being so unprepared for any of this.
[Everything had been so compartmentalized. Now everything is overturned, their contents scattered everywhere, and he's only begun to start putting things back in their proper places.]
But I'll tell you when it's too much and I need space to catch my breath again. Everything's moved so fast... Yet it's been nearly twenty years we met! Does that count as taking it slow?
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Date: 2021-07-31 06:43 pm (UTC)Jin Ziyao wanted to take this chance. To be able to love him wholly and fully. Like Huaisang deserved to be loved and in turn be loved how he himself had always wanted.]
Yes, it was quite a surprise. But I think the gods may have a sense of humor. Not a surprise I mind though.
As teens, we were both in war, perhaps now that we are in our middle age we are making up for that by acting like mooning youths. [He said with a small breathy laugh.]
My sweet, thank you.
[More laughter.]
I would say so. We have been dancers, and sometimes the tempo of the dance is fast and sometimes slow...But you are the only one who knows the same steps as me.