winepouring: smiling (the feeling of being hurt)
Shi Qingxuan 🍂 师青玄 ([personal profile] winepouring) wrote2019-06-18 07:50 pm

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inuko: (serious | as the ashes hit the ground)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pulling his hands down his face, but still holding his own face, his now more dry hair in a total mess, he asks: ]

What exactly and in specifics are you worried about here?!

[ Because he admits, he seriously doesn't think he knows! Why were they complimenting each other's dicks?! What was Qingxuan thinking up that Shino wasn't?! ]
inuko: (held | i won't make a sound)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-09 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Watching Shi Qingxuan hide away his lower face again, Shino finally lets his hands drop away from his own face. What in the world... ]

... Qingxuan... I'd sit. Or lay down! Why would I be standing?
inuko: (throat | from the fire)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-09 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't we start with asking? How often do I stand up when we're doing that like this?

[ He gestures to himself with both hands, look, all human, all a mess, still barefoot and tangled now. ]

I didn't have to either, until I did, and when your brain's nothing but what you're trying not to do for over a week straight, two weeks, you think a lot about it even when you don't want to.
inuko: (closed | hush love)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-09 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods, but doesn't speak when he turns and heads for the bedroom, where he left his brush. What has he considered? It's a long, hazy recollection, too many things blurred together, such that he isn't sure there's a coherent explanation. Still... this is a better conversation now than it had been when they were both confused and at a loss as to what each other even meant.

He scrubs at his face with one hand, sitting on the bed without any attempt at grace. His brush, which yes, look, he has one! Bounces on the bed beside him, clattering to the floor. Hand dropping away from his face, he stares down at it, frowns, then leans forward, mess of more or less dried hair pooling around his head, reaching for the stupid thing.
]
inuko: (watch | like iron)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-09 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He leans back with that kiss, because he'd been tired to start with, and any more emotional wringing is leaving him even more exhausted. It's no one's fault, simply a series of days and emotional events taking their toll with a few more miscommunications piled on top, resolved as most of them are now.

He closes his eyes when he hands over the comb, but opens them at the touch and smell of the orange.
]

Where did that come from?
inuko: (demonic | untouchable)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-10 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't deep, but it's nice, that he had any thought or intention at all. Shino smiles a little, accepting the orange, settling in to peeling it and starting with shoving his fingernail into the divot where the orange grew from the tree. The sharp scent of citrus bursts in his nose with that breaking of orange skin, flooding the area in a way refreshingly different than recent times have been: flowers so omnipresent as to be nauseating. Ones that had taken Shi Qingxuan's eye, which has yet to fully heal... or heal in any way where his god's comfortable leaving off what disguises it away in white. ]

Famished.

[ He says, but the way he peels the orange is methodical, using his thumbs to pry up the peel in a long, winding tail, leaving it unbroken. ]

I'm... not really sure what... I'd want, when I'm like that.
inuko: (serious | as the ashes hit the ground)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-12 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Still working on the peel, he hums a note that means nothing, thinking about peaches and dinner and not having an appetite, for once, beyond this orange. The peel grows longer in his hands, a spiral elongating as he continues baring the fruit within the rind. ]

Yeah... I just. Is my being furry going to turn you off?

[ The literal fur. It's much more pervasive when he's like that than... than anything else. ]
inuko: (throat | from the fire)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ The peel falls into his lap, an imperfectly constructed sphere. ]

I don't know either. Are we going to have to stop being like that with each other if I get stuck that way? Entirely?

[ His pause in fruit deconstruction ends as he starts methodically peeling portions off the orange after carefully working it into halves. ]
huaisang: (hold on to every piece of mine)

[personal profile] huaisang 2020-06-14 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Wind Master, your wine selection truly is the best. What would I do without you?
inuko: (closed | hush love)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-14 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's silent for a moment, his voice very soft when he replies. ]

I'd find a way to make it work. It's... that's just how I am.

[ He can understand otherwise, but between his inherent stubborn nature, and the way he loves, he'd figure out whatever ways did work. And he'd never ask anyone else to do the same, knowing nothing else. Going in absolutely blind.

His chin tucks in, and he resumes sectioning the orange, thumb brushing over the seeds under a thin layer of skin in each piece as he goes. A small pile is growing right there on his lap, to the side of the spiraling peel.
]
huaisang: (they haven't seen the best of me)

[personal profile] huaisang 2020-06-15 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Then I will do all in my power to learn from you and Hua-chengzhu about this fine wine. It couldn't hurt, right?
inuko: (watch | like iron)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-15 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has to pause, because he doesn't have a ready answer to that soft question. He sets aside his many segments of uneaten orange, sets aside the spiraling peel, and twists around, pulling his hair out of Shi Qingxuan's hands as he does. He needs to see him right now, because for him, he's... he's not sure the issue, in his heart, has anything to do with sex, specifically. And he knows himself well enough not to let himself pretend it is. ]

You've taught me a lot about enjoying it, and I do, with you. But it's... it's not the making love I'd miss if I lost you.

[ His muddled way forward, and that's the truth under it all: loss, and losing, and loneliness. He's lived all his life until the last half year without sex, and yes, he enjoys it, and yes, it's fun, but most of all that has to do with his partner: has to do with Shi Qingxuan. He'd made a form of love with Konoha, but that... in so many ways, nothing about it had been the same. It's not something he yearns for; it's not her arms he wants to sink into, or her form he wants to hold.

It's not sex, but it is the brush of hands, sides leaned against, smiles given, hair brushed off foreheads and the press of an ear to a chest, listening to a heartbeat. It's shared warmth and curling up side by side or falling asleep with a head on a lap. It's everything in casual intimacy, the things which tell Shino he's not alone.
]

I just don't want to be why I lose you.
inuko: (closed | i'll take my bow)

[personal profile] inuko 2020-06-15 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Were they thinking along the same lines? Without Shino saying explicitly what's going through his head, it's impossible for either of them to know. His response to those hands on his face, the press of a forehead, and the words right then...

His chest hurts. His chest hurts, and his eyes burn, and he's crying without any sort of pause between relative maudlin calm and heartfelt, sobbing outpouring. He doesn't stay still, either, because he's not sure what to say or how to say it, so when he tries to shove his face into the crook of Shi Qingxuan's neck and burrow into his arms and lap, clinging tight, it's just a garbled mess of unfinished sentences and sentiments.
]

I'm sorry [ and ] I love you [ and ] why not a dog [ as if turning into any one animal is a choice any of them can make. But stress is stress; the fears he feels aren't logical, all tied up in how he said he didn't want to be why he lost Qingxuan because he already knows the world itself can be a reason why. ]

Don't leave.

[ And there's that, too. Something no one can guarantee by mechanisms beyond them, but something one can try to live by under their own power. And even that is not a logical plea, but the compounding of exhaustion and confusion and fears of loneliness and the kindness of those hands and those words and how he doesn't want to let go. ]

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