Aaron/Huaisang

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's nightfall by the time Aaron finally sees this "Impure Realm" that they took him to. He's hungry. He's filthy. He's thirsty. And there's nothing around him that's familiar. He has cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans and nothing else of his own. No note. No information.

Only the vaguely unsettling feeling that he's been deposited somewhere...wrong.

These people look like Huaisang. The robes, the way they move...it's familiar enough that, before they could unsheath their swords, he's throwing his hands out, asking for Nie Huaisang to their complete bafflement. But they loaded him up and took him. Goddamn.

Hopefully they sent someone ahead.

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[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron is enjoying that look on his face. It's pretty priceless.

"Oh sure. And then I'll grow my hair out long, too."

[threedontknows]

“That might be a step too far,” he laughs, batting his lashes slightly as they head out into the street. “You’re a foreigner, no one would expect long hair or a guan!”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Oh thank fuck. I look terrible with long hair had a full fucking mullet when I was a kid."

He shakes his head. Bad memories.

[threedontknows]

He has no idea what that is! But he’s sure it was terrible, because this is the hair style that suits Aaron best.

“You need to look like yourself, that’s how I like you.” He links his arm with Aaron’s and smiles, all charm and sweetness.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron rolls his eyes.

"You're so full of shit," he teases fondly.

[threedontknows]

“Don’t be mean to your gege when he’s being so nice to you!” he argues, still holding tightly to him. “You should pick me out a present. I’ll pay for it, but I want to see what you think I’d like.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He huffs. "That's a goddamn trap, Huaisang."

But he's not opposed to it. He scans a few of the stalls, dragging him along.

[threedontknows]

“Of course it’s not a trap. It’s just a test to see how well you know me, and if you can please me.”

He grins and sets a pouch of money into Aaron’s hand, happily following him along.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron rolls his eyes. "And if I choose something wrong?"

He's not actually worried about that.

[threedontknows]

“You won’t.”

He smiles and leans against him again, peering over the edge of his fan to look at the goods in the stall.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He smirks. "Yeah, I know I fucking won't. Because I already made you buy this for yourself yesterday."

He turns, pulling one of the pins he had been eyeing yesterday. The one Huaisang had gotten him in his rush to spoil Aaron.

"I had been wanting to give it to you yesterday," he laughs.

[threedontknows]

“Aaron!”

What a clever, clever man! And right under his nose too!

Huaisang grins and throws his arms around Aaron’s neck, giving him a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so thoughtful, I adore it! My baobei bought me the loveliest pin.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron turns a deep, deep red and ducks his head. "Yeah, yeah. Don't make a fucking big deal."

[threedontknows]

Oh, he’s adorable when he blushes! That’s the best reward. He’ll have to make him doing it again and again.

“I’ll stop embarrassing you if you put it in my hair.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He hastily clips it in his hair and then shakes his head before walking away. Or attempting to.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang is quickly on his tail, continuing to smile as he tilts his head to let the light catch in his new hairpiece.

“Turn up here, that’s where the garment district is,” he hums, even more excited about buying Aaron an outfit he’d feel comfortable in.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron does turn, eventually looping an arm through Huaisang's.

"I'm only letting you do this because you will be real fucking annoying about it."

Even if he's secretly pleased.

[threedontknows]

“I’m going to be annoying no matter what — ooh! Look at those silks!”

Huaisang pulls Aaron towards a few stalls just selling bolts of fabric, gushing over the patterns and the colors, and then towards the tailors and some of the pretty robes. He thinks Aaron would enjoy the trousers and tunics more, so that’s the direction he heads.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Huaisang's instincts are correct. He does like the trousers and tunic much more and he picks out some darker blues, reaching out to feel each of the fabrics. They're much finer than anything he's ever worn and he has to admit that he's intrigued by the thought of it. Of having something of his own here until the Barge comes for them.

[threedontknows]

He encourages him to try on a few different cuts and colors, wandering away to buy some accessories while Aaron makes some final decisions about his outfits. He comes back to pay, pausing to listen to all the young women around them ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ over the young, beautiful foreigner.

Huaisang clears his throat, which stops the chatter. “Thank you, auntie,” he smiles, bowing respectfully to the tailor. “He looks very handsome.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron copies the bow with a word of thanks.

"That shit is good," he murmurs in his ear.

[threedontknows]

“Which part?” Huaisang smiles innocently, taking Aaron’s arm again.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"When you make everyone pay attention with just your presence."

He hangs on him a moment, then pulls away.

[threedontknows]

He sighs quietly as Aaron pulls away. Later, later he’s going to absolutely ravish this man.

He buys them both some candied Hawthorne and guides him to sit at an outdoor table.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron follows him, settling on the bench to people watch.

"This is - really fucking nice."