[ He presses his forehead to Jin Guangyao's as he veers in close, then (after a lingering glance, sue him) he averts his gaze until the other man crows about the state of his new clothes. They aren't sultry, certainly, but he looks much better in them than the threadbare gold.
His heart aches when Jin Guangyao mentions Jin Ling. That's the man he knows, not the one who held a garrotte up to that innocent boy's throat. You really were always lovely to me. Xichen wonders if his admiration of his Jin Guangyao was also as blinding, assuming it must have been but now with some self-awareness about it. ]
You're very cute. [ He holds out a hand for him to come closer. ] You look so similar to my a-Yao, you know. Except ... your features are a little finer somehow, like a bird. He was always a sweet, round-faced cat.
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His heart aches when Jin Guangyao mentions Jin Ling. That's the man he knows, not the one who held a garrotte up to that innocent boy's throat. You really were always lovely to me. Xichen wonders if his admiration of his Jin Guangyao was also as blinding, assuming it must have been but now with some self-awareness about it. ]
You're very cute. [ He holds out a hand for him to come closer. ] You look so similar to my a-Yao, you know. Except ... your features are a little finer somehow, like a bird. He was always a sweet, round-faced cat.