@9thsouls: taxian-jun loves to rant — if ...

taxian-jun loves to rant — if he wasn’t talking dirty to his chu fei, he would be grumbling about how stupid some of his court officials are

only, taxian-jun doesn’t seem to notice this. he’d lay on chu fei’s lap, the concubine listening to his husband ramble with soft eyes

even during their meal times, taxian-jun would unknowingly start spilling about his days when he’s away from his chu fei. telling him miscellaneous things like how the golden hue of the moon last night reminded him of wanning or how the enemy’s general was a douchebag

chu fei would slowly eat during these times, making sure he’s on the same pace as taxian-jun

his eyes would trail the way taxian-jun’s mouth would slightly pout, would nibble on the chopsticks or would curl up in a snarl

sometimes when they’re just in each other’s vicinity where taxian-jun knows chu fei is within earshot, he’d immediately start talking

like how before taxian-jun could even step inside red lotus pavilion, he’d already be running his mouth

walking towards the partition screen to change his robes without even checking if chu fei was there or was awake to listen to him

because he just subconsciously knows that chu fei is always listening, always there

until he wasn’t — until taxian-jun realized just how deafening it was without chu fei by his side

that in this grand space of his empire, no one other than his wanning would listen to his woes

post-canon taxian-jun laying down on chu wanning’s lap, this time he cannot take his eyes away from his boabei. searing every reaction and words chu wanning says in his heart while his wanning cards his fingers through his hair that used to always be braided up into a mianguan

taxian-jun loves to talk and chu wanning loves listening to him. even when he speaks nonsense, his husband would still take him seriously

a stupid joke here and they’re both laughing — then a tear falls down on taxian-jun’s face, remembering those moments where he’d lean on chu fei’s tomb, pretending that he was still alive and listening to him

chu wanning sees those tears and leans down, wiping them away with his lips before kissing taxian-jun’s forehead — reminding him that he was here, that the chu fei then and the chu wanning now would always be here