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As the sun leaves the sky in the evening and the moon is getting ready to cast beautiful shadows on the land of the Xianzhou Luofu, Blade prepares for his arrival. Daylight is not something he fears, as he won't perish or disappear into thin air, it just bothers his eyes and skin.
To prepare might be an overstatement, he has everything that he needs on him all the time, which is mainly his sword.
Blade knows the Luofu like the back of his hand. He used to stroll around ever so casually, that he even knows spots in the city. Though, after a few hundred years of life and simply existing, the Luofu is not so welcoming to him. He roams the streets at night, he might want to say that he feels homesick, but he doesn't belong anywhere. He probably doesn't even belong to Jing Yuan.
Blade wears a burning desire for his needs of blood, but he still tries to take it slow and reminisce of the old days, or what he remembers of them. He knows how Jing Yuan enjoys feelings, so he tries to do it gor him.
Blade isn't one to talk about his feelings or sorrows, nor to have a love language. Even then, he is careful, he knows what he feels and how he loves and shows, and maybe it's enough.
Rooftops that he used to jump around and from, sometimes quietly keeping an eye out even in plain day if there was an event and Jing Yuan was the main focus. Sure, the guards of the prison and of the estate are enough, but a feared criminal like Blade is no joke.
He can also shapeshift into creatures like bats, crows, black cats, and even moths. Anything gets the job done, and it's fun at times.
He pries open the doors of Jing Yuan's balcony, his usual entrance was the bedroom window, but he sometimes switches it up. The soft curtains sway in the wind and shake from the force used on the doors.
Quiet, subtle, but Jing Yuan has lived many and long years to notice such a small thing.
He doesn't get scared. He has a sword by his side almost all the time, and his white “cat” that's quite oversized, very easy to be “mistaken” for what it truly is, a lion.
He is used to a company that doesn't follow a schedule, breaks into his private chambers and weirdly enough, has visited the prison, under circumstances.
Blade turns around and closes the glass doors behind him, looking for his favorite desk, to rest his sword on a specific corner of the furniture piece. Well, that's one of the only routines that he follows, alongside putting his shoes away, in a corner.
Jing Yuan is dressed in a flowy robe, a beautiful silky cream colored one. He makes his way over to Blade, eager to welcome in his favorite, and one and only.
“The wind has brought you to me tonight, I see,” Jing Yuan extends his arms, opening them in an attempt to embrace Blade. He does that pretty often, sometimes he is more successful than other times. He never minds, whichever the answer may be.
Blade flashes a quick smile to the man in front of him, which man, raises both his eyebrows in surprise. Not a common occurance..
“Anything you might want?” Jing Yuan offers. He looks around, fluffying some pillows further more and arranges them on the sofa, alongside moving some teacups from a cabinet. A beautiful white and blue set with floral motifs.
“I don't recall you serving blood in teacups.”
“There's a beginning for everything,” Jing Yuan giggles. “I would be open to the idea if it fancies you.”
Blade lets out a half scoff, both pleased with what he's hearing and somewhat idly bored. He never gets straight up into business though, that'd be bad etiquette and he knows better.
But that doesn't make him any more talkative or connected – or something of that sort. He usually lets Jing Yuan do the talking.
“Any interesting missions these past days?” He finished pouring tea in both his and Blade's cup, pushing one to the man as he lifts his to take a sip.
“No,” it's like he lingers for a moment, a small part of him wants to add something, a few more words, but there's nothing that follows.
Jing Yuan quite feels it, he knows. And he knows not to push.
“I was thinking one day you'd ask me to make you a coffin, place it somewhere in my chambers, have an even safer place for you.”
Blade smiles quite fondly at the statement, he doesn't spend all of his sleep in a coffin, and Jing Yuan knows but he can't help the joke. But it'd be a lie to say that he didn't think of placing an order for a coffin and have quite strange requests for it, death lily flower carvings, swords, and any other motifs that would remind him of Blade.
“I don't fear light as much as you think.”
“I know, I know..” Jing Yuan returns the smile and lays back on his sofa, falling into a soft cushion. At which, the silk robe slightly falls off of his shoulder, and he only tugs for a second at it, an open invitation, awaiting for Blade.
He no longer fears, he knows the feeling, hell, he might even enjoy it at times. He believes that he falls asleep even quicker and deeper whenever Blade bites into him.
Blade shortly huffs for no particular reason but gets closer to the other man. He straddles Jing Yuan, his knees around his waist, one arm on waist and one on the still covered shoulder.
Sometimes, he gets into the biting immediately, but this time, even with Jing Yuan plastered on the display, he can't help but stop for a moment. He trails his eyes around on the man, as if inspecting him.
And when Jing Yuan asks him if he is fine or needs anything, he feels Blade's warm breath on his skin and wonders for a moment if he got bored of his shoulders. Only to realise that Blade pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before trailing down on the neck and to his shoulder.
Jing Yuan can't help a giggle, giggle which only intensified as Blade got to his favorite spot. It's worth mentioning that a slight blush appeared on his face.
A sight to see but Blade has a shoulder to devour – and he does exactly that, first nibbles softly, even though his teeth are sharper than a human's, and his fangs push into Jing Yuan's skin. He tries to keep it soft, at least right at the start.
And now both his palms move to either Jing Yuan's sides or his neck, trailing his hands every now and then. Blade is always careful, holding Jing Yuan as if he's a porcelain figure, a statue, sculpted hundreds of years ago by gods, waiting to be placed in a museum.
He would never really admit it, he doesn't really acknowledge his thoughts fully for himself – let alone say it outloud to him.
He finally digs his teeth sharply into Jing Yuan's skin, draws out some blood as he swallows it quickly, and backs off a little. He tends to push himself away after the first bite, to check how Jing Yuan is doing – not to mention, watch his face.
Jing Yuan tenderly smiles every time, sometimes he even coos, nods, or raises his head, almost to give Blade more space to choose from.
His man is not picky, but even if he was, Jing Yuan would await Blade like a swedish buffet.
To throw a deeper look into this royal chamber, there are a few motifs in which Blade could reflect. A painting of a person with ears that are a little too pointy and a tip of a fang laying on the bottom lip, iris coloured a little too unnatural, hair so long, dark and silky,.. if it weren't for the different colors, it might as well be a mere painting of Blade. Disguised like all things about him are.
And back to the better and younger times, when Jing Yuan would write poetry and would sink into papers (as long as they aren't work related), you would find traces of their love. Messy cursive handwriting signing small phrases such as “paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth”. One thing that could happen for eternity.
“You never get tired of being my victim, do you?” Blade asks, pulling the other man out of his thoughts, and his voice is almost softer than he intends. He almost wants to believe that he pities Jing Yuan, but the old man enjoys himself.
He breathes out a soft sigh as his arms rest on the sides of Blade's figure, dropping his arms to the base of the other's waist with a little pressure to lower the other man. He looks directly into Blade's eyes and he doesn't blink before he finishes talking, “A victim of your love is what I'm understanding.”
“Call it whatever.”
Jing Yuan is amused by Blade's persona, how sometimes he is so direct and other times is like he plays around. And tonight, it is indeed a fun night, since he is the one to make comments – and he is the one that leans forward and looks for Jing Yuan's lips. They dive into one another, takes the other one in, and it's something that became so natural for them.
Love is something simple for them, even if it's hidden between walls, curtains, doors, or private spaces. They put everything they have on a silver platter and serve it to the other.
Ambivalence engulfs the both of them, weirdly enough. Jing Yuan feels it since Blade's encounters aren't something predictable – not even now that they've known each other for hundreds of years – and nor are his feelings. One night brings a Blade so full of sorrow and another night may bring out a softer side of him, even if his soft love can be bloody bites.
And for Blade, the everlasting thoughts of not being sure just how welcomed he is in Jing Yuan's estate. Sure, he has been quite the visitor for thousands of nights, but will Jing Yuan ever get tired? Will he ever show less interest and Blade will notice?
Jing Yuan would dig his own grave before the thought of allowing Blade or not into his estate would flow through his mind. He'd reassure the man and remind him every time and as many times as needed.
“Will there come a time when you become bored?” Blade asks, a little hesitant. He thinks he knows the answer, but he ponders on it.
“Why would I?” Jing Yuan raises an eyebrow as his palms caress Blade's arms in reassurance, “I've told you that you are welcome here no matter the time, the day, or the reasoning.” He leans back a little more, he seems to go into deep thoughts but he brings himself forward again, but this time closer to Blade's ear.
As he advances forward he goes slower and slower, and when his lips brush on his ear he whispers “your bruises leave me wounded and I don't treat them so I have a reason to think about you more often than I should.”
Jing Yuan pulls back to watch Blade's puzzled face and giggles, pulling him in for a tender kiss.