Casper’s voice shifts, serious in a way he hasn’t heard before, and Shang Beida can’t help tensing a little bit that he hopes his boyfriend doesn’t notice. He’s not scared of Casper. He’s not. He’d never be. There’s just… instinct. But then he calls him Shang Beida, and he shivers, brain jerking onto a different track. He’s not Qinghua in trouble. He’s not Qinghua at all. He’s Beida. He doesn’t have to be Qinghua.
Casper pulls back and… oh, this is a Serious Eye Contact conversation now. Help. And he… oh. His eyes fill and he sniffles as he’s tucked back into his boyfriend’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around him tighter. He’s loved. Somehow.
“I don’t… no, I didn’t know my shitty webnovel would be real. You’re right.” His voice may be a little thick with tears. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have found you and that you love me. I… um. Could you, sometimes… fuck this is both mortifying and how do I explain to a westerner. There’s, um. If you called me— A-Beida. It would be. Um. Like. Affectionate and— intimate? And. Um. It— it’s… nice? Hearing my name? It… reminds me I don’t have to be Qinghua. I’m Beida. I’m not him.”
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Date: 2024-06-08 01:45 pm (UTC)From:Casper pulls back and… oh, this is a Serious Eye Contact conversation now. Help. And he… oh. His eyes fill and he sniffles as he’s tucked back into his boyfriend’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around him tighter. He’s loved. Somehow.
“I don’t… no, I didn’t know my shitty webnovel would be real. You’re right.” His voice may be a little thick with tears. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have found you and that you love me. I… um. Could you, sometimes… fuck this is both mortifying and how do I explain to a westerner. There’s, um. If you called me— A-Beida. It would be. Um. Like. Affectionate and— intimate? And. Um. It— it’s… nice? Hearing my name? It… reminds me I don’t have to be Qinghua. I’m Beida. I’m not him.”