[ If anything, silence settles it more than any answer. Mo Ran observes the other's apparent discomfort as he glances around and presses his lips together, as if debating how to reply, or whether to at all. It almost looks like he doesn't want to give him any half-truth and Mo Ran appreciates that. Not to mention that this man, who isn't a man at all is he, looks entirely endearing when he seems wronged like that-- goodness, he keeps having troubling thoughts.
He can't help a chuckle when he gets scolded, his dimples bracketing his earnest smile. He's way too big to be considered a child by now. He supposes they consider age very differently, him and this celestial creature. ]
It's not as bad as it seems. For some reason, I heal way more quickly than I'm supposed to... [ It's been like that ever since he was a teenager and he doesn't quite know why. To show the other, he slips the white band that denotes his role out of his collar and then he quickly unbuttons his black shirt, peeling away the two halves from his damp wounds.
He has two series of scratches on his lower abdomen, right above his pants, across golden skin and tight abs. They're already healing at the edges, no matter black veins trying to branch out, as if to taint him. Blood seems to be drying quickly. ]
If you could get some water to clean it up, that'd be more than enough, hm, Wanning gege. [ He assures, trying to push aside some long stray locks that have been sticking to his temples, only to unwittingly leave a bloody stain behind. ]
[ Chu Wanning knows why Mo Ran heals faster, but he says nothing about it, as though he can just ignore everything that might out him, or make him seem more interesting to Mo Ran. Or lead him to realize Chu Wanning has been around a lot longer than he suspects.
He watches as Mo Ran strips off his shirt, eyes going a little wide with panic. Mo Ran is incredibly handsome, even with the scratches as bloody trails across his skin. Chu Wanning hopes they won't scar; it would be a pity to mar that perfect, golden skin.
The thought makes him flush, and he looks away, gaze cutting across the rest of the room. It's simple and neat, and Chu Wanning wonders if that's just because of who Mo Ran is, or if it's because he has very little. The bed surely isn't that comfortable, but he seems to be okay with it.
When he brushes Chu Wanning's hair out of his face, the man starts, and looks at him again. He really isn't used to people touching him like that. Or even seeing him. He feels exposed with Mo Ran, though he knows there's no danger. It's been so long since he's had anything like this, and Chu Wanning is so lonely. ]
I'll be right back.
[ He scoots away, still looking at Mo Ran, and then ducks out of his room to find a bowl and some water. It takes him a few minutes, especially since the water he finds doesn't seem clean, and blessing it to cleanse makes it shine; he tries to hide that, but it's impossible, and he struggles with what to do.
Mo Ran has already assumed he's an angel. Perhaps he'll just put this down as a fever dream the next day, and Chu Wanning can safely hide again. He doesn't want to linger too much longer away from him. He returns with the bowl of water, and lengths of cloth ripped from the hem of his inner robes. ]
[ It feels suddenly colder when Wanning leaves, albeit shortly, and Mo Ran doesn't know what to do himself. There's a tingling under his skin, like his every cell is begging for the other to be back as soon as possible, like he can't do without him. It's a peculiar feeling he's never had before --or maybe he has, a long time ago, vaguely, in a dream.
Mo Ran claims to be well but he drifts into a sticky, uncomfortable light sleep while he's alone, much like a feverish one. He still feels the demon's clutches, the pain ripping his skin apart, the effort of the exorcism that burns him from the inside out. Cold sweat rolls like pearls on his skin and he only wakes with a startle when he senses a light, more than seeing it.
Bleary eyes search the room and land on the bowl of water, the holy sheen of it, on which he doesn't comment. He only smiles at Wanning, sweet and earnest, dimples deep. He shifts on the small bed to try and make more room for him. ]
Gege... it stops hurting when you're around. [ He rambles and it's not quite his wounds that he's talking about. ] Right here... [ He catches the other's hand and presses it to his chest, holding it in place above his heart. He exhales shakily, the relief overwhelming. ] It always aches for something, someone... sometimes it's hard to breathe.
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He can't help a chuckle when he gets scolded, his dimples bracketing his earnest smile. He's way too big to be considered a child by now. He supposes they consider age very differently, him and this celestial creature. ]
It's not as bad as it seems. For some reason, I heal way more quickly than I'm supposed to... [ It's been like that ever since he was a teenager and he doesn't quite know why. To show the other, he slips the white band that denotes his role out of his collar and then he quickly unbuttons his black shirt, peeling away the two halves from his damp wounds.
He has two series of scratches on his lower abdomen, right above his pants, across golden skin and tight abs. They're already healing at the edges, no matter black veins trying to branch out, as if to taint him. Blood seems to be drying quickly. ]
If you could get some water to clean it up, that'd be more than enough, hm, Wanning gege. [ He assures, trying to push aside some long stray locks that have been sticking to his temples, only to unwittingly leave a bloody stain behind. ]
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He watches as Mo Ran strips off his shirt, eyes going a little wide with panic. Mo Ran is incredibly handsome, even with the scratches as bloody trails across his skin. Chu Wanning hopes they won't scar; it would be a pity to mar that perfect, golden skin.
The thought makes him flush, and he looks away, gaze cutting across the rest of the room. It's simple and neat, and Chu Wanning wonders if that's just because of who Mo Ran is, or if it's because he has very little. The bed surely isn't that comfortable, but he seems to be okay with it.
When he brushes Chu Wanning's hair out of his face, the man starts, and looks at him again. He really isn't used to people touching him like that. Or even seeing him. He feels exposed with Mo Ran, though he knows there's no danger. It's been so long since he's had anything like this, and Chu Wanning is so lonely. ]
I'll be right back.
[ He scoots away, still looking at Mo Ran, and then ducks out of his room to find a bowl and some water. It takes him a few minutes, especially since the water he finds doesn't seem clean, and blessing it to cleanse makes it shine; he tries to hide that, but it's impossible, and he struggles with what to do.
Mo Ran has already assumed he's an angel. Perhaps he'll just put this down as a fever dream the next day, and Chu Wanning can safely hide again. He doesn't want to linger too much longer away from him. He returns with the bowl of water, and lengths of cloth ripped from the hem of his inner robes. ]
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Mo Ran claims to be well but he drifts into a sticky, uncomfortable light sleep while he's alone, much like a feverish one. He still feels the demon's clutches, the pain ripping his skin apart, the effort of the exorcism that burns him from the inside out. Cold sweat rolls like pearls on his skin and he only wakes with a startle when he senses a light, more than seeing it.
Bleary eyes search the room and land on the bowl of water, the holy sheen of it, on which he doesn't comment. He only smiles at Wanning, sweet and earnest, dimples deep. He shifts on the small bed to try and make more room for him. ]
Gege... it stops hurting when you're around. [ He rambles and it's not quite his wounds that he's talking about. ] Right here... [ He catches the other's hand and presses it to his chest, holding it in place above his heart. He exhales shakily, the relief overwhelming. ] It always aches for something, someone... sometimes it's hard to breathe.