METAMODERNITY! ( meteor garden 2018 imagines )

london blues ° hua ze lei

the sky is turning purple, then orange, then pink, and yellow, and then a darker shade of blue, i can see a darker shade of you.

"Tchaikovsky, Chopin, and Bach!" He started, accent slipping in as he tried to pronounce their names. "Oh, they were brilliant! I aspire to be able to compose such pieces."

You smiled as down your coffee cup on the table. You sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

"You already play with such incredible talent, they could never compare. You're brilliant." He replied with a short laugh, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

It was an unbelievably cold day out in Manchester, you had decided to drag Hua Ze Lei out of bed as you were dying to go and explore England. It is your first time in Europe, after all.

You both found yourselves in an elegant Traditional Japanese coffee shop with the most comfortable sofa. The walls were white and it had a home-like, welcoming feeling. You just couldn't resist. Hua Ze Lei, of course, would go with you anywhere.

"Although, you're brilliant, I was more of a Beethoven–Mozart type of girl." You teased. Hua Ze Lei let out a small yawn and pouted. Sleepy boy, you thought.

"Mozart was a star, he was a child prodigy and grew up to have everything he ever wanted right at his hands. Then things went sourly for him. He died at thirty; poor and unknown. People forgot about him and wasn't buried amongst the greats," Hua Ze Lei stated, taking a sip of his warm drink right after. He had set down the cup and rested his head on top of yours.

"That's tragic." You commented, as you played with his calloused hand.

"All musicians have tragic endings, it's like a consequence for having music for a living." He mumbled.

"You're not going to go through any of that, silly boy. You are art and you're a beautiful one." You mused, pulling away from him and brushed stray curls away from his forehead with your finger.

"You're too good to me," He whispered and closed his eyes. Enjoying your close proximity. "I should be saying these things to you, you know?"

You let out a small laugh, putting your head back unto his chest getting a whiff of his cologne. His sweater felt like heaven; it was the softest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you." He muttered. You hummed in response. You didn't need to say it back. He already knew.

The aroma of coffee, the soft classical music playing, the most comfortable couch, and in his arms. You didn't want to leave.

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you know, i feel like when i think of hua ze lei, i always think of the saddest scenarios. i love this character but like you just cant help but feel angst with his background.

but here's a fluff because i felt like it was appropriate because soft!lei is the best!lei.

enjoy this while y'all can, because angst is coming up next for ximen.