Shen Yuan | November Catch-All

[xiaoxiuya]

Who: Shen Yuan, CR group, People who actually want to talk to the weird metal faces . Maybe more to be added later, who knows!
What: Thread starters for people who want to get bogus relationship advice from Google translate; Shen Yuan Starts a Group Chat, TBD
When: Throughout November
Where: Deernet and beyond

Content Warnings: TBD

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[poorlittlesange]

He meets Lan Xichen's eyes across Shen Yuan's shoulders and answers his thankful expression with one of patient understanding. Then, while helping Shen Yuan back to the low couch, Jin Guangyao assures him gently, "Shen-di has said nothing that requires an apology. This one is not offended by his words."

He settles down onto Shen Yuan's other side and, after flicking out his sleeves, reaches to take his other hand. Lan Xichen isn't the only one who notices the parallels in what they are doing here, if his brief, knowing glance towards his elder sworn brother is any indication. There's even the barest curve of a smile at the corners of his mouth, and he reaches for some polite levity while placing his fingertips against Shen Yuan's qi point at his wrist. The energy that he siphons from his own meridians and allows to pour across Shen Yuan's lands like the first touch of warm sunlight on a particularly brisk, golden autumn day.

"Er-ge must take care not to get himself into any trouble next month," he tells him with an admonishingly raised eyebrow--you know, affectionately. "Otherwise we will have to ask Huaisang to help with the qi transfer." Heaven forbid. He shifts his eyes to Shen Yuan's and adds, "Shidi will have to help me keep an eye on you."

[xiaoxiuya]

Too good, they're just too good to him. "This one will do his best to be helpful," he says, and closes his eyes, the better to focus on absorbing the energy they give him without wasting any of it. He can manage that much, at least.

As his thirsting meridians are gradually refilled, his mind clears, and his emotions begin to untangle themselves by at least a small fraction. He sighs, sick to death of being such an embarrassment to himself. "I'm starting to think I need looking after myself," he says, a very wan attempt at a joke. He's certainly not doing a very good job of it himself.

[baiyueguang]

"A-Yao, I have no intention of getting myself into trouble," he remarks, with the flicker of a smile. You don't need to keep too close of an eye on him, A-Yao. He's a mature and responsible adult.

However, Xichen doesn't take Shen Yuan's attempt at a joke for what it is. Rather he looks quite serious when he says "I think Shen-gongzi is right."

But there is a gentle squeeze to his hand as that life-energy begins to flow into him, Shen Yuan safely settled between Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao (and some might argue that it's an odd place to feel safe but there's no accounting for taste).

"Shen-gongzi, whatever is the matter, you do not have to endure it alone."

[poorlittlesange]

Lan Xichen receives only the barest, challenging raise of Jin Guangyao's eyebrows in response. He purses his lips to temper his smile and turns his eyes back to his task.

Words come very easily to Jin Guangyao, which is precisely why he is so reticent to speak now; in his past when he has reached for words of reassurance, of comfort, they were extended shallowly, to mollify someone to make them easier for Jin Guangyao to manipulate. Here, now, the sincerest comfort he can offer to Shen Yuan are his actions; he leaves the gentle, heartfelt words to Lan Xichen--for the most part. It's very easy for him to agree with the last words he offers Shen Yuan, sincere and earnest.

"Er-ge is right." He gently curls his fingers around his friend's wrist, squeezing once, and smiles a little. "Shen-di should come to us if he needs help. Even," and this he adds with a brief glance at Lan Xichen, as if he is conceding this point as much to show his Er-ge that he has been listening, he is trying, "if he wishes he could manage on his own."

[xiaoxiuya]

Fuuuuuck, it's very rude of Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao to get all wholesome and affirming on him like this, when Shen Yuan can't even turn his back or get his fan out to hide how sentimental it makes him feel. He has to pretend there's something fascinating going on with the ceiling to keep himself from doing something embarrassing, like bursting into tears. Goddamn. He'd better be more careful about not letting himself get hurt like that in the future, not only is it painful and embarrassing but it also turns him into a human sprinkler.

"I'm thinking about changing the name of the group chat when the month rolls over," he blurts out, just as the qi transfer is wrapping up and the silence starts to shift from 'wholesome and comfortable' to 'awkward.' "How does 'The Staying at Home Club' sound?"