at home, JING YUAN's presence is rarer than he likes it to be. both you and him know that it would—will be commonplace; he had warned you, during first dates, that he would not the normal partner: he could not be with you each and every moment, his priorities will always be balanced between you and the xianzhou, but one thing jing yuan was sure of was that he would love you.
you then told him it was not the matter of love. being sure that he would love you, you worried about your passing. it was another warning: will he ever stick around for a short-life specie like you? jing yuan only laughed, assuring you that it did not matter to him. you then relaxed.
(if he ignored that rueful smile of yours.)
during the times that he is home however, jing yuan does not mind the business of it all. perhaps you've gained a sense of timing when his schedule allows him to return to your abode—a well-sized estate fit for an arbiter-general of the xianzhou's partner—because it becomes cleaning day, all of a sudden, and you are immediately assigning him chores to do even if he has one foot in.
jing yuan is sometimes accompanied by yanqing during these instances. he swallowed all complaints and did half of the work on his behalf—to which you scolded him, of course, but you could not help the amused smile. it is, then, a pity that children, in his life of work, is discouraged. but perhaps he can take another disciple under his wing, train them, and then let him do his work…
then you scold him again, though he has never voiced that thought out.
(you know him too well. he wonders if you can tell what he was thinking: how he wonders if you had any children, what features would they have? Would they have the shape of your face; the softness of your smile; or even better, the kindness that swept him away?
his daydreaming is pushed at the back of his mind when you call for him, moving without hesitation, and by then, he has imagined an entire millennia with you.)
yanqing uses the image of him sweeping the estate grounds as some kind of 'blackmail'. in response, jing yuan asks him when it was the last time he did some kind of cleaning back in his own home and that silences him immediately. you do not find it amusing, however, and endear to help yanqing clean his own place.
dinner is delicious—always has been, but that is because he aids you in doing it. you are… decent in cooking, enough to be edible and can fill the stomach whenever it is needed. but for when he is home, you are ever-so-warm against his chest as his arms trap you onto him—you feel tangible in his embrace, or so he thinks, and it is always better to cook when there is another pair of hands helping.
jing yuan ends up rescinding that thought when crimson leaks from your thumb.
it is joyful, eating dinner. with yanqing's presence, the home suddenly becomes lighter. you laugh at his jokes, listen attentively to his stories and praise his swordsmanship. if you looked close enough, you would have seen yanqing's cheeks redden.
the aftermath of dinner is then taken care of you despite yanqing's insistence. dishes are washed quickly and jing yuan watches you in the dining room, chin rested on the back of his hand. you look like a scene from some kind of teledrama. he finds it strange that you are an image he has chased for millennia; a sight of domesticity, a sight of calm and peace.
(his heart begins to ache when he remembers you will be nothing but respite for him. after you, he will chase after the feeling of this love; this domesticity; this hope.
jing yuan thinks he will not find another one like you.)
"general?" yanqing is next to him. he stands, peering, but his disciple is smart enough not to pry.
jing yuan gathers himself, clearing his throat. he makes the gesture of pecking your cheek a quick one, telling you, "i will return. make sure to lock all the doors, and call for me immediately when you feel as if you are in danger."
then he leaves home, for a bit.
do not think of the future, he calms himself. the present is what matters the most.
if he is distracted, yanqing does not make it known.
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moonrise au mumbo and grian doodles bc they are so silly ft. a quote by the lovely @germworms when we were exploring their dynamic
little bit of explanation below!
basically after grian disappears from his position as a god he lives in disguise on "square earth" and eventually finds his fav human, mumbo! (the moon prophet)
being so detached from the land of the humans leaves grian really curious about almost everything (yes like the little mermaid but w mcyt gods)
so he's pestering mumbo w all his questions and just generally never leaving him alone, mumbo is slightly annoyed by this and tries to get him off his ass by giving him random objects to inspect or he starts a fire for him to stare at for hours
grian is naturally very warm (sun god tings) and mumbo is naturally cold being the moon prophet so grian sometimes just hangs close by to make sure he doesn't die of hypothermia (red winter era, very cold brr) even though mumbo doesn't mind the cold as much
mumbo also has no idea grian is the sun god (remember no human has seen him in this form other than his prophet) so he starts complaining to bdubs about this weird guy who keeps following him around and is too frustrated to notice bdubs giving him suspicious looks
for more info about bdubs go check out Sea's character sheet for him!! also check the hashtag for other posts!!
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