[Huaisang is settled comfortably on the floor in his library in front of a low table spread with paper. Dressed today in a burgundy gown that shows off the soft musculature of his chest and back, Huaisang has streaks of ink on his hands and one on his cheek, but the painting unfurling under his brush is a scene of birds flitting through a tree in bloom.
Looking up with a smile as his lover enters, Huaisang nods gratefully.] That would be lovely, Zhongli, thank you. You look very handsome today, though... perhaps a bit over-dressed.
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Looking up with a smile as his lover enters, Huaisang nods gratefully.] That would be lovely, Zhongli, thank you. You look very handsome today, though... perhaps a bit over-dressed.