kiss_it_better

bringing someone home for lunch

he’s not doing well
can u set places for three?

prepare also tranq herbs

Edited 2020-02-16 01:33 (UTC)

Thank you for your hospitality the other night.

I picked something up for you.

[ Ordinarily he'd wait and make it a surprise, but he's still enamored of the picture-taking capabilities of his wrist device.

Thus he attaches a picture of this ]

[consider this a declaration of intent: wei wuxian, self-aware and appropriately versed in the comedies of shameless enticement, is inviting one and all (for some measure of all, as he is only one man with two hands) to take part in a little... experiment.]

as the snow thaws,
as new grass springs from the earth,
as the sun rises, warmer—
i offer my hand to hold,
without question,
without judgment.

-

a favor for a favor: a confidence, a deed, or a kiss. my ask: a child's toy for gusu lan's hanguang-jun, in honor of his fatherhood.

CONGRATULATIONS!

is KONOHA from TSURUGI FARMSTEAD. much thanks for bidding on HARVEST VOUCHER!

where would you like delivery? is harvest time good, or is CORDIS time good?

[ There's a nice scroll delivered with a fancy red envelope, curiously enough. The calligraphy on the scroll, when unwound, is elegant, and the words are concise. Sort of. ]

To the Esteemed Li Min,

This one extends to you the thoughts which were extended to me by Gu Yun following the charitable celebration earlier this month. It occurred to this one that you may find greater worth in his intentions than this one.

May the gentle spring breeze cool you as the nights veer towards warmer weather.

- Shen Qingqiu

[ The fancy red envelope...

... Is a gift certificate to a sex store.

Enjoy, Gu Yun. EN-FUCKING-JOY. Also enjoy, Vinegar Vat. Everyone, enjoy yourselves! ]

[ About an hour before he should be home, after leaving for work this morning as usual. ]

Something’s come up, I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.

[ this text is just a video attachment of his yifu singing. ]

[ He hasn't mentioned what's been on his mind all day. After dinner, however, he can't contemplate the prospect of going to bed without saying anything, therefore: ]

Chang Geng, do you...?

[ But the question dies on his lips. Chang Geng had asked, "Does the specimen still want to live?" How can he ask about that? He rubs his brows, finally asking an adjacent question: ]

Are you happy?

[ This isn't the right question, either. ]

[ He didn't have time to type this out or proofread voice-to-text, so he records this little missive. His voice is preternaturally calm, though he does speak quickly: ]

As you've doubtless learned, King Vulpus has opened a portal to home. I looked for you, but didn't find you in the crowd. Time is short, and I cannot delay. Perhaps you've gone there already.

Otherwise, if you do receive this...

[ he sighs, softly ]

It's said that people who go home don't remember what's happened in this place. No matter what my waking mind can recall, I know it will be forever engraved upon my soul.

Chang Geng, my darling, treasure of my heart, my evening star flower. Do not miss me too much. No matter what little distance separates us, know that my heart is never far.

I cannot delay any longer. Good-bye, my love.

[ Any replies will go straight to voicemail.

........................because he hasn't left the world at all, he's just stuck in an illusion getting insulted by a foul-mouthed parrot. In fact, you might even find him afterwards, stomping around on the beach, looking hung over and aggravated. ]

[ He'd wanted to wait for the right time and this is manifestly the wrong time, but he can't help that now, as he bursts into his own house obscenely early in the morning, in the pre-dawn hours. He was supposed to have arrived home on the Skyway train this afternoon, but details of shift scheduling don't mean much after one has been sucked into and then spat out of a dimensional rift.

He's getting tired of these things. The first was illusory, but this one...

He pushes open the door to their bedroom. He's holding a large, unwieldy device in one hand, that he sets down on the floor, before moving to their bed, to shake Chang Geng awake. ]

Chang Geng?

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Action, July 15, evening