...Holy shit. [ He murmurs just at the shine and the weight of it in his hands. The rich color and daint details, the solidity of it in his palm as he lifts it to the light, make it feel like a souvenir in someone's dusty office--the kind of thing his dad would chide out of his hands if he got caught snooping it out of a draw or off a shelf when someone wasn't looking.
[ It's not big enough to do his hair with, which means (if he trusts his memory of grandma's things or the buns of ladies with slower jobs around town) that this is an ornament. The kind of things girls put in their hair--or that Jin Guangyao might. His cheek color deeper, lips going dry as Jin Guangyao explainst, and Quentin sputters. ]
[it isn't a delicate enough piece to be worn by a woman, though the addition of the dried flowers beneath that layer of resin was certainly a choice he deliberated over before ultimately choosing to include them. the artisan who performed the work had been diligent and attentive to each detail of the request; now, watching Quentin's artless expression as he admires his gift, Jin Guangyao feels it was the right decision.
his smile dimples a little at that incomplete question. with a soft, reassuring laugh, he squeezes Quentin's shoulder and the slope of his neck once, then smooths his fingers across his skin.] Please be at ease, [he cuts in kindly. watching Quentin's eyes for a moment, he purses his lips, then carefully broaches a subject he's been politely sidestepping up until now.] Bao bei, I know I am not the only one in your heart. I--[a pause, considering his words,]--only wish for you to know that your place in mine is secure.
[a love confession, even if he seems to hesitate over saying the words. he traces his touch along Quentin's neck, an affectionate touch with no ulterior motive except to share affection, and closeness. Jin Guangyao's dark eyes are warm, his expression soft.]
[ The sentiment sparks and catches in between his lungs, burns warm and homely in his chest. He doesn't deserve this. He can't pay it back. He knows better than to say either thing, though, and--thanks to a little bit of self-awareness he's built up in the last few months--he manages to shove the feeling down before it shows.
[ He covers Jin Guangyao's hand with his own, peels it back to kiss the hollow of his palm emphatically. ] I love it. [ He mutters there, lingers for another little while before pulling back and brushing his hair with his fingers. ]
You're gonna...I dunno how to get it in, you're gonna have to show me...
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[ It's not big enough to do his hair with, which means (if he trusts his memory of grandma's things or the buns of ladies with slower jobs around town) that this is an ornament. The kind of things girls put in their hair--or that Jin Guangyao might. His cheek color deeper, lips going dry as Jin Guangyao explainst, and Quentin sputters. ]
His intended? You mean like--?
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his smile dimples a little at that incomplete question. with a soft, reassuring laugh, he squeezes Quentin's shoulder and the slope of his neck once, then smooths his fingers across his skin.] Please be at ease, [he cuts in kindly. watching Quentin's eyes for a moment, he purses his lips, then carefully broaches a subject he's been politely sidestepping up until now.] Bao bei, I know I am not the only one in your heart. I--[a pause, considering his words,]--only wish for you to know that your place in mine is secure.
[a love confession, even if he seems to hesitate over saying the words. he traces his touch along Quentin's neck, an affectionate touch with no ulterior motive except to share affection, and closeness. Jin Guangyao's dark eyes are warm, his expression soft.]
🎀?
[ He covers Jin Guangyao's hand with his own, peels it back to kiss the hollow of his palm emphatically. ] I love it. [ He mutters there, lingers for another little while before pulling back and brushing his hair with his fingers. ]
You're gonna...I dunno how to get it in, you're gonna have to show me...