Mingyu didn't talk about his parents, not to anyone, and he began to move past the topic like he always did when it struck him what they were here for. That Fox invited him here to meet his aunt, the only real family Mingyu understood fox to have ever had. So Mingyu paused, shivered a little at those suggestive words off Fox's lips, but then—
He leaned in until he could rest his face against Fox's shoulder, arms wrapping around him in a way that was needy, half clinging, a noticeable anxiety in the way he clutched onto his partner.
"My mother used to say that," he whispered, voice thin as spun glass and just as fragile. "When I was little, she'd hold me in her lap in her rocking chair, and we'd sway and way and I'd imagine I was up in the clouds and she'd tell me I was her gift to this world. That I would be someone's angel someday. Not her's, but someone's. That was her gift."
He paused, smiling tightly there against Fox's neck, speaking so softly he could barely be heard.
"...maybe she meant you all along. Maybe it was always you, Huli."
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He leaned in until he could rest his face against Fox's shoulder, arms wrapping around him in a way that was needy, half clinging, a noticeable anxiety in the way he clutched onto his partner.
"My mother used to say that," he whispered, voice thin as spun glass and just as fragile. "When I was little, she'd hold me in her lap in her rocking chair, and we'd sway and way and I'd imagine I was up in the clouds and she'd tell me I was her gift to this world. That I would be someone's angel someday. Not her's, but someone's. That was her gift."
He paused, smiling tightly there against Fox's neck, speaking so softly he could barely be heard.
"...maybe she meant you all along. Maybe it was always you, Huli."