[ He draws a hard line under his opinion, frown reappearing as he suffers trying to find the right words. Xichen's ears turn pink, along with the heights of his cheekbones from sheer insistence as he addresses the tasteless subject. ]
It doesn't matter to me whether you've slept with a hundred people or what you did it for. It will never matter.
I have seen you before dawn when no one else wished to wake with me for breakfast and last thing at night because we would not part at a timely hour, you have hung my paintings on your walls because you liked them, and you glow when you wear yellow but not because its richness becomes you: it only reflects sunlight on your skin which suits you best.
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[ He draws a hard line under his opinion, frown reappearing as he suffers trying to find the right words. Xichen's ears turn pink, along with the heights of his cheekbones from sheer insistence as he addresses the tasteless subject. ]
It doesn't matter to me whether you've slept with a hundred people or what you did it for. It will never matter.
I have seen you before dawn when no one else wished to wake with me for breakfast and last thing at night because we would not part at a timely hour, you have hung my paintings on your walls because you liked them, and you glow when you wear yellow but not because its richness becomes you: it only reflects sunlight on your skin which suits you best.
You are a-Yao and golden to me, always.