heng_like_a_dragon: (It was all just a lie (3))
Dan Heng ([personal profile] heng_like_a_dragon) wrote2037-09-02 11:43 am

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unreachableside: (☾ the river now flows)

[personal profile] unreachableside 2023-10-05 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blade stares as Dan Heng explains.]

You... didn't even know what was happening...

[They fabricated memories. These bastards really just... took them away from their loved ones, and then made it all up. Blade feels something so cold it's red-hot cut slip through his bloodstream, but then he remembers Dan Heng's hands around his own and it reminds him that he's not alone.

... He mourns the loss of that contact inwardly, even as he tries to understand what's being offered to him. A... hug? No, it's—

Oh. Oh.

Blade's cheeks pinken, too, and his ears lower. He can't deny he wants the contact. He doesn't want to be alone, most of all. And even if he were to deny it, his tail is going full speed on the seat cushion behind him.]


If you're sure.

[He moves slowly, carefully, until he can lean in and put his arms around Dan Heng's middle. He rests his head against his shoulder. As promised, he can hear that heartbeat—steady and strong, unyielding, the passionate heart of a dragon. It's warm here, and most of all... it's familiar.

He closes his eyes. He catches glimpses of red maples in the darkness, and ignores them.]


... missed you, [comes the quiet confession.]
unreachableside: yx; (☆ in this world you tried)

[personal profile] unreachableside 2023-10-05 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blade isn't expecting... a lot of this. The embrace, or how familiar it feels, or how easily he feels himself slipping into slumber. Dan Heng carding his fingers through his hair and rubbing his ears is what does him in.]

I believe you.

... I trust you.

[Just laying here would have been fine, but he relaxes bit by bit, every breath slower and deeper, until he's stretched out along the couch (still clinging, naturally). Every stroke bids him to come undone. Eventually the wagging of his tail slows, and he finally falls asleep.

They can deal with their troubles after the sun rises.]