[It shouldn't be that much of a surprise. Lestat did seem like the sort of person Wei Wuxian would get along with. Jin Ling just hadn't considered the possibility of Lestat meeting anyone from his family without him.
The prospect of more gifts was as pleasing as it was flustering. He was used to getting gifts back home, as a show of favor to his Sect, but here, there was little Jin Ling could offer Lestat besides his company.
At Lestat's last words, Jin Ling sputtered, face going red as it often did around this man.] Hand in - that -! We're not -
['Like that' he was going to finish, but they... sort of were? They'd done considerably more than hold hands, after all. It was just --]
My jiujiu will be there, too. He'll be angry that I didn't introduce you first.
Well then we could make sure he's distracted and go walking when he's not looking.
[Lestat comes over to him and brushes his fingers over that soft face. He's got such a beautiful complexion. For a moment he's almost lost in just admiring him. But then Lestat steals a quick kiss before stepping back to pull a little box from his pocket.]
[Jin Ling pulls in a big breath like he's going to argue. It catches in his throat at Lestat's touch. Lestat's pale skin and bright eyes are especially ethereal this close and it's almost overwhelming to be the center of someone's attention in this way.
His head is already tilting back in anticipation when Lestat darts in, mouth soft and welcome to the contact.
The welcome only lasts for an instant. He's puffed up and prickly with indignation by the time it's done, as if he's been accosted in the street.
He looks between Lestat's face and the box and takes it slowly. The prickliness gentles at the sight of the ring inside.]
It's beautiful.
[He turns it one side to the other, watching the light pull flashes of blue and green out of the center band.]
[Lestat watches as the adorable thing goes from indignant to pleased. It's so easy to see that he's done well and his smile widens as he steps forward to take the ring from him.
Then he slides it onto his finger, admiring how it looks on the young man.]
[The ring fits perfectly. He spreads his fingers under Lestat's attention, unconsciously showing off.]
Hmph! [He purses his lips, like he's trying to scowl, but it doesn't hide how pleased he is.] Don't tease me. Oh!
[He pulls away and turns to the nightstand. He removes one of the hair chains there, long and thin, weighed with golden stones along it's length. He stretches it across his hands and hols it out to Lestat. He's blushing, a combination of shyness at the offer and embarrassment at not being able to give something nicer.]
[But then he watches him turn to the nightstand. And get a chain? Then he realizes that there's significance to it. His eyes widen as he holds out his hands to accept the chain.]
This is beautiful...
[Gently he runs his thumb over the stones, loving the way they look in the dim lighting.]
Gonzi though? [He laughs softly and leans in to press a kiss to his lips.]
Aren't you though? [There's a challenge in the words. If Lestat is not a 'young master', then what?
Despite the question, he doesn't give Lestat time to answer, instead leaning back in to complete the kiss. He, on his end, tries to keep it sweet and short.]
You can't stay too much later. I promised not to have people over without warning.
Are you? [Still with that challenge, but it's almost teasing now.] Lestat-quianbei, then.
[There are way more personal ways to address a close friend than 'senior', but he squashes the possibilities. Instead, he shivers at Lestat's touch and request, eyes falling half closed before snapping open again. At this point, he can't tell how much of it is a discomfort with intimacy and how much is a want for it. Surely he should be cringing at the very idea.
But he isn't. He isn't even debating with himself very hard.]
Tch, all right. [Sternly, but he turns enough to kiss Lestat's inner wrist before he pulls away to strip off his outer robe.]
[He laughs softly at that then rests his finger against his lips.]
Keep that up and I will come up with a nickname for you in my tongue and not tell you what it means.
[Quickly, he steals a kiss then watches him strip away that outer robe. He can still feel the lips on his wrist now, a sensation he'll savor for the rest of the night.
Moving to the bed, he climbs onto it and opens the bedding so his cute lover can slip between them.]
Is that a threat? If you do that, I won't let you call me A-Ling.
[He's pleased and doing a poor job of hiding it. Down to his inner-most layer, Jin Ling hesitates over the ring, but decides to leave it on. He likes the feel of it, the reminder of a fondly given gift. ]
Hold on.
[He leaves Lestat on the bed with the blankets held open long enough to let Fairy in and turn off the lights. He slides into the bed in the near-darkness and settles against the long line of Lestat's body, a sigh escaping him.]
Hmmm? [ He presses close and breaths in. It's still odd that Lestat doesn't smell of much other than soap and fabric, but not in a bad way.] A-Ling is for family and close friends.
[ He reaches up and tugs at one of Lestat's curls. ]
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[It's hard to tell if it's this place translating that word or Lestat's vampire abilities. Either way he understands it for what it is.]
I feel I should get you more gifts to help decorate this place...
[But for now he turns to him with a smile.]
Anyway, I asked because I'd like you to save a dance for me. Or at the very least a walk hand in hand with you.
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The prospect of more gifts was as pleasing as it was flustering. He was used to getting gifts back home, as a show of favor to his Sect, but here, there was little Jin Ling could offer Lestat besides his company.
At Lestat's last words, Jin Ling sputtered, face going red as it often did around this man.] Hand in - that -! We're not -
['Like that' he was going to finish, but they... sort of were? They'd done considerably more than hold hands, after all. It was just --]
My jiujiu will be there, too. He'll be angry that I didn't introduce you first.
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[Lestat comes over to him and brushes his fingers over that soft face. He's got such a beautiful complexion. For a moment he's almost lost in just admiring him. But then Lestat steals a quick kiss before stepping back to pull a little box from his pocket.]
Here. Open it. Tell me what you think.
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His head is already tilting back in anticipation when Lestat darts in, mouth soft and welcome to the contact.
The welcome only lasts for an instant. He's puffed up and prickly with indignation by the time it's done, as if he's been accosted in the street.
He looks between Lestat's face and the box and takes it slowly. The prickliness gentles at the sight of the ring inside.]
It's beautiful.
[He turns it one side to the other, watching the light pull flashes of blue and green out of the center band.]
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Then he slides it onto his finger, admiring how it looks on the young man.]
A beautiful piece for a beautiful man.
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Hmph! [He purses his lips, like he's trying to scowl, but it doesn't hide how pleased he is.] Don't tease me. Oh!
[He pulls away and turns to the nightstand. He removes one of the hair chains there, long and thin, weighed with golden stones along it's length. He stretches it across his hands and hols it out to Lestat. He's blushing, a combination of shyness at the offer and embarrassment at not being able to give something nicer.]
A token of my esteem for Lestat-gonzi.
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[But then he watches him turn to the nightstand. And get a chain? Then he realizes that there's significance to it. His eyes widen as he holds out his hands to accept the chain.]
This is beautiful...
[Gently he runs his thumb over the stones, loving the way they look in the dim lighting.]
Gonzi though? [He laughs softly and leans in to press a kiss to his lips.]
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Aren't you though? [There's a challenge in the words. If Lestat is not a 'young master', then what?
Despite the question, he doesn't give Lestat time to answer, instead leaning back in to complete the kiss. He, on his end, tries to keep it sweet and short.]
You can't stay too much later. I promised not to have people over without warning.
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[Ah. He can't stay for long then? That's a shame. But, he can make the most of the time he has.
So he smiles as he cups his cheek.]
Let me hold you in bed awhile. I'll slip away soon.
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[There are way more personal ways to address a close friend than 'senior', but he squashes the possibilities. Instead, he shivers at Lestat's touch and request, eyes falling half closed before snapping open again. At this point, he can't tell how much of it is a discomfort with intimacy and how much is a want for it. Surely he should be cringing at the very idea.
But he isn't. He isn't even debating with himself very hard.]
Tch, all right. [Sternly, but he turns enough to kiss Lestat's inner wrist before he pulls away to strip off his outer robe.]
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Keep that up and I will come up with a nickname for you in my tongue and not tell you what it means.
[Quickly, he steals a kiss then watches him strip away that outer robe. He can still feel the lips on his wrist now, a sensation he'll savor for the rest of the night.
Moving to the bed, he climbs onto it and opens the bedding so his cute lover can slip between them.]
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[He's pleased and doing a poor job of hiding it. Down to his inner-most layer, Jin Ling hesitates over the ring, but decides to leave it on. He likes the feel of it, the reminder of a fondly given gift. ]
Hold on.
[He leaves Lestat on the bed with the blankets held open long enough to let Fairy in and turn off the lights. He slides into the bed in the near-darkness and settles against the long line of Lestat's body, a sigh escaping him.]
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A-Ling?
[He really wants to call him that!]
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[ He reaches up and tugs at one of Lestat's curls. ]
Older ones.
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I want to call you that.
[He wants to be that close to him!]
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[ He yawns and settles further into the bed and the embrace. It's comfortable and secure, if still unfamiliar. ]
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Sleep well, A-Ling.