He tries to keep track of the characters but his tired mind keeps losing bits of their names and... oh. He became a god.
"That's nice..." He murmurs, yawning and drifting off. ... He assumes that's the end of the story, anyway.
... Though his own dreams are strange. He's in a strange apartment, talking to someone. He can't see her face clearly, but the little girl of about ten clinging to her dress looks a little like Shang Beida to him - similar eyes and nose, at least. ... No, they're different. A different ethnicity? He's... not as good at telling them apart as he wishes he was. But she toddles over to Casper and looks up at him.
"Daddy? Why do you have to go away again?" "You don't have to call me that, you know. ... But I have to go fight some big monsters. I'll be back in the spring for your birthday, okay?" "... Okay." "Be brave and strong for your mom, okay? And no telling your friends about me - they might get jealous." She giggles and nods, running over to hug his leg. He reaches down and ruffles her hair gently. "I might not be the dad you were born with, but I promise I'll take care of you. My little -"
He wakes up, startled, looking around. Where is - oh. ... Ah. The boat.
He’s really just content to feel his boyfriend breathing steadily in his sleep in his arms, here and real and his.
Casper wakes up with a start, and Shang Beida presses a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, baobei.” It doesn’t seem like he had a nightmare this time, at least.
“Mm… all right.” He kisses Casper’s forehead and snuggles down more comfortably. “Love you, baobei.” Once he lets himself, he slides towards sleep fairly quickly, warm and comfortable and happy tangled together with his boyfriend.
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Date: 2024-08-03 03:46 pm (UTC)From:"That's nice..." He murmurs, yawning and drifting off. ... He assumes that's the end of the story, anyway.
... Though his own dreams are strange. He's in a strange apartment, talking to someone. He can't see her face clearly, but the little girl of about ten clinging to her dress looks a little like Shang Beida to him - similar eyes and nose, at least. ... No, they're different. A different ethnicity? He's... not as good at telling them apart as he wishes he was. But she toddles over to Casper and looks up at him.
"Daddy? Why do you have to go away again?" "You don't have to call me that, you know. ... But I have to go fight some big monsters. I'll be back in the spring for your birthday, okay?" "... Okay." "Be brave and strong for your mom, okay? And no telling your friends about me - they might get jealous." She giggles and nods, running over to hug his leg. He reaches down and ruffles her hair gently. "I might not be the dad you were born with, but I promise I'll take care of you. My little -"
He wakes up, startled, looking around. Where is - oh. ... Ah. The boat.
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:06 pm (UTC)From:Casper wakes up with a start, and Shang Beida presses a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, baobei.” It doesn’t seem like he had a nightmare this time, at least.
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:14 pm (UTC)From:Anyway. "Did you sleep? You should... you should sleep..."
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:21 pm (UTC)From:“I, uh. No, I was just. Watching you sleep.” His face heats. That’s such a weird thing to do, Airplane.
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:23 pm (UTC)From:But still... "Go to sleep, schatzi... it'll be okay."
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:33 pm (UTC)From: