JINGREN IS LIFE (sorry but not sorry)

extra - I swear I'm not bullying Blade

For those who were waiting for a new chapter, I'm really sorry.
I got delulu realising how my writing skills are low so I tried to gather new ideas and mostly, I took a break. In this period I'm full of test and I gotta be careful.

I promise, I'm not crazy and I don't normally sexualize furries but this was in my head since the beginning.

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It was a sunday afternoon, the gold light lazily passing through the windows of the living room.
Blade was sitting on the couch, reading a book of a some unknown author.

There was a calming silence between the tickings of the clock.

Jingyuan was sitting at the table, fixing some business papers. He was always like that when he was home. Working.

But if he didn't have anything to do, Blade knew that he would probably find a way to entertain him. No, not probably. Surely.
Not that he would be bothered by Jingyuan playing with him or something. Quite the opposite. 😏

Jingyuan wasn't that kind of subject like Kafka or Silver wolf who always tricked him and bothered him.
Staying with Jingyuan was a kind of blessing, because it was always peaceful and he was slowly regaining the will of living.
He knew how Jingyuan was always working hard, so he didn't even dare to bother him in any way.
He kept reading that book, but not actually understanding a shit. In any case, he was interested in Starskiffs, so he wanted to read it.

Jingyuan placed the papers back on the table, sighing. He looked at the room around him, thinking of something, and Blade kept looking at him with the corner of the eye.
Jingyuan was tired when he acted like this, he knew it better than anyone else.
He acted like this even when he was little and he was tired to study the Xianzhou history, so he would've come near Blade to look at him designing swords or refining them with some strange materials.
And Blade would've surely let him watch and wouldn't scold him to go back to study.

Jingyuan suddenly stood up, waking Blade from his loop of memories.
He now raised his head to look at Jingyuan, who just turned to make a tea.

«May I make the tea for you too?» he asked politely, acting always like this when he had to ask something to Blade.

Blade smiled slightly and nodded. «Alright».

He stood up and went to help Jingyuan make it; he always would go to Jingyuan's side if the other had to cook.

«There's no need to help me in such things...», Jingyuan chuckled, boiling the water.

«It's okay», Blade said, staring at the pot because he knew he would've blushed at Jingyuan.

The other smiled and gently fixed some hair behind Blade's ear, who blushed instantly.

When the tea was ready, they both sat at the table and drank it slowly.
Jingyuan seemed nervous, playing with the spoon and throwing glances at Blade.

He suddenly stood up, as he said: «It has been a while since I started thinking about it...", he looked at him,
«Blade... I want to show you something.»

«Sure, what is it?»

Jingyuan breathed slowly as he spelled an strange enchat in a whisper.
Blade was completely out of guess about what Jingyuan was reciting; he just sat there, watching him disappear.
No, Jingyuan didn't disappear. He was changing form to...

«...Mimi?»

White soft fur, big paws, gold eyes... It was surely a lion. And it resembled Snowmoon so much...

«What?» Jingyuan looked at him with that big shiny eyes, not understanding what Blade just said.

Yeah, Mimi. And Jingyuan forgot it because he had to prevent the mara. He knew it was painful for Jingyuan.
But instead of answering, Blade placed the cup back as he came near Jingyuan.
He stared at him intensely, not saying a word and making Jingyuan embarrassed.
Who was Snowmoon? He suddenly got a headache, he couldn't remember it...