|| A Shen Qingqiu RP Account
hello! this is my very very very VERY first time roleplaying on twitter so please go easy on me!
muse: shen qingqiu
fandom: scum villain's self-saving system
- dms are open for plots and aus
- mod is 18+
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... or so he leads himself to believe.
โThat sounds good, but Bingheโ โฆ Binghe. If you hold me any tighter, I wonโt be able to breathe,โ he lightly teases with a small chuckle, but thereโs no mistaking the concerned lilt in his words.
He may not notice, but the recipient most definitely does.
Closer and closer. With each remaining sliver of distance between them becoming non-existent, he canโt help but feel a certain wariness.
What an impressively tight hold. Such is the strength of the protagonist โโ
He does not seem interested in giving a reply as much as heโd love to press their bodies together even closer, to crawl under Shen Qingqiuโs skin and make a home within his body. Heโd love to feel his warmth at any and all times.
โMm, no, no. Not too late. Binghe came right on time, actually. I was getting worried sick that the night would come before your return.โ
Granted, whatever in the dark would be more afraid of Luo Binghe rather than vice versa, if he had to say something about it. โโ
Itโs a comfortable warmth what makes him feel fuzzy inside. He giggles, nuzzling into him one last time before letting chin rest on his shoulder.
โShizun missed me?โ his tone is cheerful, one neednโt turn to know he was smiling widely.
decided to make his presence known.
โ... Binghe,โ he coolly greets in return, hands sliding over to rest on the arms around his waist.
โYouโve certainly been busy. This master was waiting for your return.โ
And what is Shen Qingqiu, if not willing to feed into his impulses? Without being able to admit it to himself, anyone can tell how he spoils him so.
The next moment, heโs pulled close from behind, his back pressed to a firm chest.
Finally, this silly disciple of his has โโ
What is he if not a slave to his impulses? He cannot stand this (minimal) distance for long, yet he canโt let go of his caprice.
Thus he hugs him, taking the chance to take in his shizunโs fragrance. His hair tickles Luo Bingheโs nose.
Unbeknownst to the person standing behind him, the peak lord is well aware of his presence.
Despite this knowledge, he plays the perfect picture of loftiness โ serene, unhurriedly waving his fan in a back and forth.
... He wonders who will make the first move between them.
Standing right behind @prlss_ccmbr, so eager he looks like heโs vibrating.
He should make his presence be known, he should greet his shizunโ this much he knows well.
But the urge to smell his hair is killing him. He canโt utter a word.
Mn. Alright.
( Eventually, the fan is lowered in favor of taking the demoness' hand. Still flustered from the exchange, what with his thin face, he heads to the kitchen with her. )
( The fan is raised to his face, reddened cheeks only becoming more pronounced behind its white leaf and ink landscape. )
How could I ask, when Binghe was so far away from me? No matter, the time lost can be spent together now that you've returned.
*Oh. Now that was an arrow straight through the heart. Critical hit.*
Oh Shizun, you make it so difficult to deny you.
*She purred, slinking closer to his side.*
If Shizun longed for more time with this one, all he had to do was ask.
I was working on a report to be given to the sect leader later today. I guess eating slipped my mind.
( And how could he eat, worrying day and night about her? )
You must be exhausted from your trip, though...