A bright hot flare of (definitely) anger surges through him, and he strides forward. His steps are loud and wet in the empty bathhouse, though far less loud that the moan of Mingjue's name—according to both of them—as Xichen apparently pleasures him, hrm, greatly. The sound sends a spike of something (significantly less anger) straight through him, so that as he gets closer, his steps get slower.
Baxia stays sheathed and Mingjue comes to a halt near a useful vertical surface that he can lean against. Folding his arms, he props himself up against said surface and glowers at the pair of them thoughtfully. This is an otherwise very private area, considering the rain. They also seem to be enjoying themselves, something he found himself wanting very fiercely for both of them, after his last conversations with each.
They really are very pretty together, which isn't a thought he's ever had before. Not that it made it any less true. But the long lean lines of Xichen and A-Yao's slender strength...if he could be sure that there wasn't some horrifying nonsense going on forcing them together upon some random god's whims, he might be tempted to just let them be.
As it was, he wanted a moment's more honest observation. In his experience, it was hard to hide genuine emotion than it was to fake the same.
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A bright hot flare of (definitely) anger surges through him, and he strides forward. His steps are loud and wet in the empty bathhouse, though far less loud that the moan of Mingjue's name—according to both of them—as Xichen apparently pleasures him, hrm, greatly. The sound sends a spike of something (significantly less anger) straight through him, so that as he gets closer, his steps get slower.
Baxia stays sheathed and Mingjue comes to a halt near a useful vertical surface that he can lean against. Folding his arms, he props himself up against said surface and glowers at the pair of them thoughtfully. This is an otherwise very private area, considering the rain. They also seem to be enjoying themselves, something he found himself wanting very fiercely for both of them, after his last conversations with each.
They really are very pretty together, which isn't a thought he's ever had before. Not that it made it any less true. But the long lean lines of Xichen and A-Yao's slender strength...if he could be sure that there wasn't some horrifying nonsense going on forcing them together upon some random god's whims, he might be tempted to just let them be.
As it was, he wanted a moment's more honest observation. In his experience, it was hard to hide genuine emotion than it was to fake the same.