Casper steps forward and wraps his arms around Shang Qinghua and he’s pretty sure his brain just… stops. He’s warm and solid, broader than Shang Qinghua, more like the build of a martial cultivator, and just a little bit taller. His face fits into Casper’s neck, and the other man smells real and vital, like rain and sweat and human, and his qi is dark and quiet, in a different way from demonic qi… he can feel the demigod of death part, now that he’s touching him, and it’s surprisingly soothing for someone so terrified of dying. Casper’s hold is impressively tight for someone who isn’t a cultivator, but then, he has his own superhuman shit going on, so that makes sense. It takes him a second to sort himself out and bring his arms up to wrap around Casper in return, and he’s sort of afraid of holding too tight but he also thinks maybe Casper is sturdy enough he doesn’t have to worry about it?
Shang Qinghua thinks his eyes might be like, wet? A little bit? It’s warm and his mind is quiet for once and it feels like someone cares about him and he sort of wants to just never move again. But Casper loosens his grip, so Shang Qinghua forces his arms to unclench so he’s not clinging like a limpet. Being normal about this, Airplane.
He doesn’t know what Casper is thanking him for, if anything he should be thanking Casper. In fact, he will. “Thank you. This is…” For once he doesn’t have any words. Hopefully the other man will understand anyway. His voice is a little shaky, but it’s fine. Casper’s is too. He is going to hang onto this memory like, forever, even if Casper wises up and stops liking him.
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Casper steps forward and wraps his arms around Shang Qinghua and he’s pretty sure his brain just… stops. He’s warm and solid, broader than Shang Qinghua, more like the build of a martial cultivator, and just a little bit taller. His face fits into Casper’s neck, and the other man smells real and vital, like rain and sweat and human, and his qi is dark and quiet, in a different way from demonic qi… he can feel the demigod of death part, now that he’s touching him, and it’s surprisingly soothing for someone so terrified of dying. Casper’s hold is impressively tight for someone who isn’t a cultivator, but then, he has his own superhuman shit going on, so that makes sense. It takes him a second to sort himself out and bring his arms up to wrap around Casper in return, and he’s sort of afraid of holding too tight but he also thinks maybe Casper is sturdy enough he doesn’t have to worry about it?
Shang Qinghua thinks his eyes might be like, wet? A little bit? It’s warm and his mind is quiet for once and it feels like someone cares about him and he sort of wants to just never move again. But Casper loosens his grip, so Shang Qinghua forces his arms to unclench so he’s not clinging like a limpet. Being normal about this, Airplane.
He doesn’t know what Casper is thanking him for, if anything he should be thanking Casper. In fact, he will. “Thank you. This is…” For once he doesn’t have any words. Hopefully the other man will understand anyway. His voice is a little shaky, but it’s fine. Casper’s is too. He is going to hang onto this memory like, forever, even if Casper wises up and stops liking him.