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𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑢𝑛 ❄ ([personal profile] cutcloud) wrote 2022-04-15 01:27 am (UTC)

[ Their hands touch. Ten fingers intertwine, bringing their palms flush. Chongyun's attention had been largely on the map before, but now it falls to the way his friend holds his hand instead. A firm hold—not harsh, like trying to keep the exorcist from smudging his map, but ... comfortable. Secure.

When Xingqiu returns to the kitchen to see about the tea, Chongyun stares at the hand that was just held. It's warm, and the tingle of the other boy's touch still remains. Again, that stuffy feeling—the same one that cottoned in his chest during the festival—makes him feel ... strange. It's nothing he can describe well, he doesn't have the words and he can't think of them right now either, only that it's like missing a step on the stairs. A rush that puts him off-kilter.

He drops his hand before Xingqiu can catch him staring at it like a weirdo. Newly hidden on his lap, his fingers curl into his palm. ]


Hm? [ he's still a little distracted when Xingqiu talks again, ] No, I haven't heard of it.

[ It isn't the first time his friend has thrown a book title his way without context, so Chongyun doesn't think all that much of this one in particular. It's true, he doesn't often visit Wanwen bookhouse, and when he does, it's usually to find historical texts on the supernatural. ]

Why?

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