Shen Yuan's go wide the moment he lays eyes on what Liu Mingyan is carrying. That's Xin Mo, the heart devil sword, the number one, most infamous sword in Proud Immortal Demon Way!! The ultimate trump weapon on both heaven and earth!!
If he had seen Bingge wielding it when he'd first arrived, he'd never have given it a second thought. Of course he would wield it; it's his sword, plucked from the depths of the Abyss by his own hand. No other hand could possibly be worthy to wield it. Plus, like, aesthetically speaking—hot damn. With his black and red robes, it would have seemed a natural extension of him, of his overwhelming power, his menace, his overtly phallic dominance.
And yet—seeing his boyfriend wrap a hand around its hilt, still dressed in Shen Yuan's Naruto and Sasuke shirt, he feels a weird surge of dread. Xin Mo was so part and parcel of the Cool Badass Stallion Shen Yuan had read about so lovingly in his first life, but so were his hundreds of wives, who he never loved and who never loved him; so were his pyrrhic victories, so was his brutal combination of the Three Realms where hundreds of unnecessary lives were lost. He doesn't even see 'power,' and 'menace,' when he looks at Luo Binghe these days—or if he does, they're like, fourth or fifth on the list after 'handsome' and 'sweet' and 'silly'.1
"Binghe..." he shifts closer to him, instinctually, feeling almost like he's in a tug of war with this sword. He brings his other hand up to hold Binghe's arm, as well as his hand.
1 Phallic dominance is still up there, though. Phallic dominance is probably fourth.
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Date: 2023-12-18 02:35 pm (UTC)If he had seen Bingge wielding it when he'd first arrived, he'd never have given it a second thought. Of course he would wield it; it's his sword, plucked from the depths of the Abyss by his own hand. No other hand could possibly be worthy to wield it. Plus, like, aesthetically speaking—hot damn. With his black and red robes, it would have seemed a natural extension of him, of his overwhelming power, his menace, his overtly phallic dominance.
And yet—seeing his boyfriend wrap a hand around its hilt, still dressed in Shen Yuan's Naruto and Sasuke shirt, he feels a weird surge of dread. Xin Mo was so part and parcel of the Cool Badass Stallion Shen Yuan had read about so lovingly in his first life, but so were his hundreds of wives, who he never loved and who never loved him; so were his pyrrhic victories, so was his brutal combination of the Three Realms where hundreds of unnecessary lives were lost. He doesn't even see 'power,' and 'menace,' when he looks at Luo Binghe these days—or if he does, they're like, fourth or fifth on the list after 'handsome' and 'sweet' and 'silly'.1
"Binghe..." he shifts closer to him, instinctually, feeling almost like he's in a tug of war with this sword. He brings his other hand up to hold Binghe's arm, as well as his hand.
1 Phallic dominance is still up there, though. Phallic dominance is probably fourth.