[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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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...