Mo Weiyu! [ chu wanning sounds scandalized as he utters mo ran's courtesy name, drawing his shoulders up as much as possible given the fact that he's caught in mo ran's arms and unable to move.
the hug feels nice but is the single strangest thing chu wanning has encountered in this world. partially because it's a hug and he has no idea what to do with that— people didn't hug him, or want to hug him, or express affection like that to him— and partially because it's mo ran, who he was sure hated him before. maybe things had been a little better at the end, after everything with the rift, and mo ran had realized chu wanning wasn't cold and unfeeling.
but to hug him?
his face goes red, and chu wanning feels like he's burning up from the inside. they're in public, no less! anyone could come by and see them.
he pounds on mo ran's shoulder, getting a hand between their bodies so he can push and put a little distance between them. well. he tries. but mo ran is tall and broad and powerful, grown into his potential. ] What has gotten into you? Have you no shame?
[ it's not what he really wants to say, but it's what comes out of his mouth. he's never been good with words, never cared to improve that aspect of his personality, content to help and keep everyone at a distance. but death, and this place, have made the desire to have a connection stronger. it's not something easy to admit, especially to his disciple, especially to mo ran, who is not only gregarious and bright but someone who chu wanning harbors shameful feelings for. ] You're a grown man! What's the meaning of this?
[ chu wanning is almost certain this is a figment of his imagination. can the shadowlands do that? perhaps he should ask someone. can it pull out the deepest, darkest thoughts from his unconscious and present him with a solid, sturdy version of his disciple who would hug him? ]
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the hug feels nice but is the single strangest thing chu wanning has encountered in this world. partially because it's a hug and he has no idea what to do with that— people didn't hug him, or want to hug him, or express affection like that to him— and partially because it's mo ran, who he was sure hated him before. maybe things had been a little better at the end, after everything with the rift, and mo ran had realized chu wanning wasn't cold and unfeeling.
but to hug him?
his face goes red, and chu wanning feels like he's burning up from the inside. they're in public, no less! anyone could come by and see them.
he pounds on mo ran's shoulder, getting a hand between their bodies so he can push and put a little distance between them. well. he tries. but mo ran is tall and broad and powerful, grown into his potential. ] What has gotten into you? Have you no shame?
[ it's not what he really wants to say, but it's what comes out of his mouth. he's never been good with words, never cared to improve that aspect of his personality, content to help and keep everyone at a distance. but death, and this place, have made the desire to have a connection stronger. it's not something easy to admit, especially to his disciple, especially to mo ran, who is not only gregarious and bright but someone who chu wanning harbors shameful feelings for. ] You're a grown man! What's the meaning of this?
[ chu wanning is almost certain this is a figment of his imagination. can the shadowlands do that? perhaps he should ask someone. can it pull out the deepest, darkest thoughts from his unconscious and present him with a solid, sturdy version of his disciple who would hug him? ]