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[tauraran]

"Im Aran Thranduil. Prestad?"

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[bright_moon]

[ He draws in a startled breath before a shudder runs through him. ] ...Please. That would mean...a lot. Thank you.

[ Then he laughs at the comment about how wiggly his husband is. ] He has a lot of energy. Remind him you sketch him for me, that may help for a few minutes.

[ Xingchen smiles and shakes his head, fond. ]

I find that difficult to picture! You are so very bright.

[tauraran]

Let me see him. {He gently touches Xingchen's temple.} I won't forget his face once I have seen him.

{His smile is soft and amused.} He is full of life. I have no desire to pin him down, however I have no doubt that he would do anything for you.

{Thranduil shares a memory of Legolas. His last, in fact.}

That is him.

[bright_moon]

[ Xingchen nods and focuses on Zichen and sharing them with Thranduil. But his memories of his poor soulmate are... scattered. He's seen what Zichen looked like as a Fierce Corpse, in his husband's memory. But there are some good slivers in there too.

The comment on Thranduil's son being full of life makes him grin suddenly, sensing the pure pride and love from the Elf. ]

I would watch after him too, should he be brought here.

[ He has the sense of the memory being the last his friend has of Legolas and he tightens his embrace on him as he memorizes that face. ] I won't forget.

[tauraran]

{The memories are viewed and kept close, though Thranduil purposefully ignores those images of Zichen as a Fierce Corpse. No, he needs to draw the Man from life; not death.}

You would befriend him. I understand that Cultivators are sometimes interested in archery? Legolas is the best archer on Middle Earth.

{He feels the squeeze and smiles sadly, pressing a kiss to Xingchen's lips}

If you need to see him again, I have many memories of him.

[bright_moon]

[ When he sees what Thranduil gives him, Thranduil will be clung to. ]

I would do my best to be a good friend to him. Yes, though I admit it has been some years since I practiced myself. I would be honored to see him work.

[ Xingchen relaxes into the kiss, letting his sweet friend dictate how deep he wants it to be. ]

I cherish any memory you wish to share with me, my friend.

[tauraran]

He isn't a fool. Your friendship would be as valued by him as it is by me.

{Thranduil won't have it any other way, frankly. Legolas can be hard-headed, but that won't affect Xingchen.

He smiles as the kiss ends, keeping the contact soft. That feels right with Xingchen.}

I forget so easily! {Which is ironic since he adds:} Your memory is almost as impeccable as my own now.

[bright_moon]

[ Hearing his friendship is important to Thranduil makes him happy. He smiles at the sweet kiss kept just like that, and nuzzles their noses a little, fond.

His smile brightens in gentle mirth at the irony. ]

I am still new to it. You have many more memories to keep track of.

[tauraran]

{Who can resist grinning into that nuzzle? Thranduil rests their heads together after, taking solace from the gentle goodness of Xingchen's spirit.}

Think of them as leaves on a tree. You can have a hundred, a thousand or more and each of them is precious and unique.