He'd expected something along these lines, given Jing Yuan's previous advances. But it's nice to hear it directly. It helps to soothe the hammering of his heart in his chest, uneven and uncertain in equal measures.
Does he want to explore this? This feeling of warmth, this desire for intimacy? Does he want to challenge this fear of his, that this may be a fool's errand for them both?
...
And yet... what do they have to lose, at this point, but their time?
His fingers drag carefully in their grip, an intentional flex through the fabric of the back of Jing Yuan's shirt. It's all the energy that he has to expend, all he can do to return that squeezing hold.
And, despite himself... he laughs. Weak and weary, but a laugh nonetheless. Like bells on the wind.]
Asking a question like that when a man is at his weakest, Jing Yuan? What a true tactician you are.
...
If you can be patient, and keep asking for what it is you want... then I don't see any reason to decline you.
[He's glad Jing Yuan can't see his face in this position. Surely he would be tinged with more warmth, were he not already weak from blood loss.]
You fascinate me, General. I... would like to learn why that is, for myself... If you would let me bewitch you in turn.
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He'd expected something along these lines, given Jing Yuan's previous advances. But it's nice to hear it directly. It helps to soothe the hammering of his heart in his chest, uneven and uncertain in equal measures.
Does he want to explore this? This feeling of warmth, this desire for intimacy? Does he want to challenge this fear of his, that this may be a fool's errand for them both?
...
And yet... what do they have to lose, at this point, but their time?
His fingers drag carefully in their grip, an intentional flex through the fabric of the back of Jing Yuan's shirt. It's all the energy that he has to expend, all he can do to return that squeezing hold.
And, despite himself... he laughs. Weak and weary, but a laugh nonetheless. Like bells on the wind.]
Asking a question like that when a man is at his weakest, Jing Yuan? What a true tactician you are.
...
If you can be patient, and keep asking for what it is you want... then I don't see any reason to decline you.
[He's glad Jing Yuan can't see his face in this position. Surely he would be tinged with more warmth, were he not already weak from blood loss.]
You fascinate me, General. I... would like to learn why that is, for myself... If you would let me bewitch you in turn.