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Among the many things that Yingxing would never have expected from Dan Feng there is certainly, first of all, the fact that the High Elder is surprisingly chatty; when they finally have free time, the dragon begins to become animated with chatter.
And Yingxing, pathetic and in love, would listen to him for hours. Nodding and motioning for him to continue, because seeing those wonderful eyes the color of luminescent waters light up like never before is the most beautiful thing ever. The most beautiful thing he has ever seen, actually.
He prepares one cup of tea after the other, offering fine and crisp water to Dan Feng who thanks him, without however stopping that river of words that seems to have no end once it begins. The craftsman smiles, one elbow resting on the sofa where they are sitting and, thoughtfully, with two fingers he moves a lock of hair from the High Elder’s gorgeous face, placing it behind his pointed ear.
And, at that point, Dan Feng stops.
“What is it, Yingxing?” He asks, a little confused, a little blushing. And damn how cute he is.
“Yes, go ahead. You had a tuft of hair between your eyes.” Yingxing responds, a little stupidly and very aware of it.
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Dan Feng seems unconvinced when he says that, but nevertheless smiles a little lost at him and resumes an animated monologue about the time he managed to drink his favorite jasmine tea blend. This time, he’s closer to Yingxing.
This time they are letting their fingers, resting on the grass of their own private outdoor garden.
And Yingxing wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.