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[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe does not need to sleep every night, and at home he is too busy to do so. But there is less to do here, and he grows bored in the nighttime when there is no chance of seeing any of the few people he likes. And Nina must not have any nightmares on his watch.

He curls up on his bed now, enduring the ache he always feels to be in it alone. Sleeping alone is one of the things he most despises. The only saving grace is that his powers let him make himself sleep instantly. In his youth, he often ended up fighting his thoughts for hours in place of sleep, even when physically exhausted. He wishes Shen Yuan were here, or if not, perhaps Sagramore—not to do anything that would disrespect Shen Yuan, but just to warm Luo Binghe's bed with his presence. But he would prefer almost anyone in the mansion over no one.

He ignores this customary melancholy and forces himself to sleep. He will first check on Nina, to guide her mind towards its best dreams without intruding, as he promised. After that, all dream paths are open to him.

[If you'd like a Luo Binghe dream visitation, please comment with how and where your character is sleeping, and perhaps what might be on their mind. If Luo Binghe does not know the character well, the dream will be more generic. However, he can read thoughts and memories, so feel free to DM the typist if there's anything you'd like Binghe to pick up on. Sweet dreams!]

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[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan blinks himself out of thinking about the one other time anyone had expressed interest in him¹ and runs the hand not in Binghe's hair down his spine, trying to soothe some of the obvious tension from his shoulders. "Sweetheart. It's okay. I'm okay." He presses a kiss to Binghe's hairline. "It's like you said. I can live with it, clearly."

¹ That's right, we are once again referring to Shen Yuan's Only Pre-Canon Kiss in the vaguest possible terms. Maybe one day he'll actually tell this story.

[protagonisthalo]

Hearing his own pathetic counsel repeated back to him is depressing. Shen Yuan should not have to live like Luo Binghe: consumed by pain, and only able to make choices based on whatever seems likely to reduce it for a moment. But there is no benefit to worrying him, so Luo Binghe allows himself to relax into Shen Yuan's touch. "Mm. It's late, you should still sleep more. I can make sure it is restful and dreamless, as I said." He draws back from Shen Yuan's chest just far enough to peek up at him. "Or I could manifest your Bulbasaur, if you want."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan gazes down into Binghe's big, beautiful eyes. He looks so sweet, his chin nestled against Shen Yuan's chest, his arms around him; the demon mark on his forehead glowing, softly, in the darkness. Shen Yuan bends to kiss him right between the adorably quirked and concerned eyebrows. "I think just sleep," he says, softly. "But—another time, please?" What a wonderful privilege, that Binghe could give him a Bulbasaur dream whenever he wanted.

[protagonisthalo]

"As you wish." Luo Binghe catches Shen Yuan's face with his hand before Shen Yuan can straighten, and kisses his cheek. Then he settles back against him and closes his eyes.

Selfishly, he waits a little before making himself sleep. It's just so good to be lying here in Shen Yuan's arms. If there is one thing he regrets about the last night they spent together—and there is just one thing, the rest was wonderful—it is that they fell asleep too quickly after. Luo Binghe was so content lying with Shen Yuan in the comfortable post-sex haze, just talking and teasing. He takes some time now to appreciate just being still together.

But he promised Shen Yuan rest. It is the work of a moment to make himself fall asleep, and then he reaches out his consciousness to soothe Shen Yuan's mind as well. He can't enter it while Shen Yuan is awake, but he can sense it racing and influence it to calm. Eventually it quiets, and Shen Yuan drifts into sleep. It will be deep and restorative.