absolutely crying over hua cheng forever worshipping xie lian as a god but also coming to fall in love with him as a man
obviously HC has always loved XL as a god-- his might, his kindness, his ever-present desire to look after even the smallest, most worthless worshippers, his presence. the first xie lian he knew was him as a young god, filled with gentle fire and gilded with heavenly god
Xie Lian as a /man/ though...
he has atrocious bedhead. talks in his sleep. his sleeves are always dirty, and he flits like a restless butterfly around his house. he never stops to rest. he never uses bandages for his cuts, even though he should. when he concentrates, he has a
he has atrocious bedhead. talks in his sleep. his sleeves are always dirty, and he flits like a restless butterfly around his house. he never stops to rest. he never uses bandages for his cuts, even though he should. when he concentrates, he has a
dreadful frown on his face. he bends over backwards for everyone else, and never himself. he's clumsy, always breaks things and himself. he has nightmares. sometimes he talks so softly he can't be understood. he burps. his hair is always dirty and messy. his hands are calloused.
Xie Lian as a man is the unrefined, human incarnation of himself as a god.
Hua Cheng didn't know he could love his god more than he already did-- until he loved him as a man as well.
Hua Cheng didn't know he could love his god more than he already did-- until he loved him as a man as well.
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