[ oh, kisses. kisses are good, more of that please. there's a gentle burst of affection that comes with it, a flutter that's a bit harder to name, and the warmth of amusement that seems to follow him constantly. there's always something, a private little joke, coy and playful in his eyes, and it reflects back even amongst his bared emotions, even feeling like this.
against his mouth, in a hum - ] I did. [ before he's leaning forward a little clumsily to kiss him again, momentarily losing interest in anything else but that. it's just a press, but it lingers; tastes like strawberries. ]
[He can have as many as he likes, molly just wants more of that affection and amusement and chasing whatever that flutter of something is, making that content noise against his mouth again - hands moving to pull him closer by the waist now. he only pulls back enough to quip a little in between more playful kissing.]
You're ruining a perfectly good wallow I had going.
[ molly hands come to his waist and he can't help himself, at first, the ticklish laughter that comes bursting out of his mouth - normally he'd complain and wriggle away from it, but right now, it just kind of feels extra funny to be so ticklish? it just feels different.
so one kiss, two, three - the rumble of molly's voice sends a pleasant rush of gooseflesh up his arms. ] Sorry. [ a beat. ] No, wait, I'm not sorry at all. You're...
[ gu yun trails off for a moment, there, and gets distracted again, ducking his head in for another kiss (nearly missing it), because he's liking the way their mouths fit together, how nice it is just to feel it, and... eventually, he seems to pause again, remembering himself, nose wrinkling like he's thinking. he's got to pull the thought back properly, but...
gu yun pulls back just enough to look at him, tilting his head up a bit to do so. ]
...Company. It helped. [ it was weeks ago molly said that, but -- then again, it's been weeks since this happened in the first place. ] No?
[He's just watching him as he pulls back, sitting up on his forearms enough to lean over and watch - eyes tracking him with a bit of worry as he seems to struggle with finding the right things to say.
And there's a fresh bit of -- something at the reminder of that night.]
I could not tell you, right now, if thirty seconds passed or six weeks.
[ there's a little bit of his more normal dryness to that tone, but. as molly leans over him, gu yun finally untangles his fingers from his hair, enough to touch his cheek, instead. it's right there - can't resist.
that feeling is a little tentative and nameless, but - in its own right, its a feedback loop. ]
Mmm... it does, though. 's a bit like... we've all known each other forever.
[6 weeks out of two years is a long time! he leans his cheek against the hand, giving him a crooked grin, and then getting another lychee - rudely eating it himself.]
[ that is a very funny joke, so he just snickers to it way more than he probably should, keeping his hand on molly's cheek. he'll feel the emotional shift, there, that same flutter returning under lazy, floaty warmth. ]
Lychee. They're sweet. Too sweet, but I want to eat a thousand of them at the moment. Popular in.. ah... [ thinking... thinking... ] Jiangbei, by the harbor... that's it.
[ he feels around for a moment and picks up another one with his free hand, just absently rubbing his fingers along the surface at first. squishy. ]
there's a beat, where that anxious feeling rises up again. gu yun goes a little more solemn, looking at the space where molly was, and then up at the ceiling. ]
... I suppose so. [ his attention stays there, emotions shifting - melancholy, a little bitterness. ] I don't know how to have free time. I'm not even sure I know who I am, if I'm not the Marquis of Order. Isn't that sad?
[ luckily, he doesn't seem to dwell on it much, at least. the anxious twist fades, a bit, burrowing under a gentler feeling.
he opens his eyes again, tilting his head to look over at molly where he's settled back down, and just... taking him in for a moment. his emotions drift, floating somewhere in a nebulous space. ]
...I like you plenty, too. [ is what he finally decides to say. honest, for someone who is rarely honest with any emotions at all. ] Far more than lychees.
[Well it's hard not to feel a little embarrassed by the whole being gazed at thing. not humiliated embarrassed, just. a new, odd sensation. And then vanity, at being looked at like that.]
Well I'm farther-flung fruit. Can't exactly pick up a tiefling in Jiangbei.
and one he'd been not exactly subtly trying to feel around, but the problem is - well. he already knows the answer to this one. or he thinks he does. his emotions are all just suddenly . . . tight, like a coiled snake, or a hand that's inched too close to the warmth of the fire and got burnt. but there's also an overwhelming sense of fondness, of something else, that flares up at the offer.
As stupid as it is. He just grins crookedly back at him, reaching over to put a hand on his cheek.]
You're high.
[Fondly. Because they both are smart enough to know that he can't, right? What's a tiefling going to do in a world of humans? And aside from that, well. There's a family to get back to, isn't there? For both of them. It's why he's hesitant to offer the same. He can't ask him to leave the place he's here for. The Great Liang he loves so much.]
I asked Despair about it, you know. Going other places. Not for me, but . . . some people don't have such great places to go to. I think it's going to have to be part of a wish.
[ it would be sort of funny, to see a tiefling just walking around jiangbei, wouldn't it? and the thought gets a quiet snicker out of him. people aren't that judgemental out in the harbors, or down in the south, but... well, he'd said it before, that the people of great liang are certainly not very exciting, at least in comparison to the people here. someone like him might relish in it, but...
his head tilts, pressing his cheek gently into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. hyper sensitive, he can feel ridges of scars and lines on molly's palms, the warmth that radiates off of him, and gu yun sighs, quietly, comfortably. that little unnamed feeling is like a feedback loop, affectionate and floaty and feeding off of what's being given. right now, it's hard to think about the consequences of time, and - how in this place, where people get murdered every other week, there are still things that he wants to hold on to.
quiet, for a moment. ] ...Imagine the sort of adventurer you'd be, moving off from place to place. Wrath told me, she used to do things like that before she came here. I'd like something like that, I think.
[ something that was never boring. he'd just - well. he'd just always want to return home, at the end. ]
Someone should wish it. [ ... but gu yun can't be that person. ]
[he wouldn't mind being a tiefling just walking around jiangbei, he likes being exciting and looked at and admired and all the other prideful stuff but
he likes home too. as much as it has war and slavers with glaives and eldritch monsters waiting to corrupt you with with cursed journals. but there's nothing wrong with a little daydreaming about it either. he's willing to indulge in that much, while they're laying here. but he isn't sure what the feeling is. sloth. envy, maybe. it isn't a bad thing though.]
So... [ gu yun trails off, for a moment. it'd be a place for a sarcastic quip and a joke, normally, but instead, glancing over at molly again, comes an answer as his brows furrow just a bit, then relax. ] If someone wishes it, then let's see it.
[ that seems the simplest answer to that, doesn't it? maybe it's just because it's easier to say right now. maybe it's because the world feels sweet and light, and the feedback of emotions from before are still resonating a little, and problems like i don't know what to do with myself if my nation is at peace feel far away. ]
I think we could get into some good adventures, you and I.
That's fine. I have to finish raising Chang Geng! That's a duty in peacetime, till he's back off to the Emperor. Fatherhood becomes me. [ as if he has done a lot of raising of that child...
anyway, it's probably a good thing for the both of them that he's easily distracted at the moment, because he too would be running aggressively off the road to avoid the exact same thing were he more in tune with his normal self at the moment. admittedly, emotion share makes it harder to run, too - there's a brief burst of affection at that laugh, brighter than gu yun would ever admit to.
so, he's perfectly off-roaded, turning his head and raising his eyebrows, then... eventually biting his lip trying not to grin, he shakes his head. no, not yet, and that seems like a very, very good idea rn. ]
[there's a joke there about bringing back a purple clown and being like! chang geng! meet my new friend! imagine how fucking terrible that will go.
anyway molly just follows that thread of affection, rolling over to sit up, tail starting to swish as the emotion turns to Playful (or. gremlin? it's the gremlin emotion.) instead.]
being called lazy gets him giggling again, not quite a snort, but easily picking up on the playful mood. he lifts his arms up, reaching out for molly who is now very far away. ]
And think of... [ ... ] ...I need something else to think of. [ that isn't associated with bad passwords ]
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against his mouth, in a hum - ] I did. [ before he's leaning forward a little clumsily to kiss him again, momentarily losing interest in anything else but that. it's just a press, but it lingers; tastes like strawberries. ]
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You're ruining a perfectly good wallow I had going.
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so one kiss, two, three - the rumble of molly's voice sends a pleasant rush of gooseflesh up his arms. ] Sorry. [ a beat. ] No, wait, I'm not sorry at all. You're...
[ gu yun trails off for a moment, there, and gets distracted again, ducking his head in for another kiss (nearly missing it), because he's liking the way their mouths fit together, how nice it is just to feel it, and... eventually, he seems to pause again, remembering himself, nose wrinkling like he's thinking. he's got to pull the thought back properly, but...
gu yun pulls back just enough to look at him, tilting his head up a bit to do so. ]
...Company. It helped. [ it was weeks ago molly said that, but -- then again, it's been weeks since this happened in the first place. ] No?
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And there's a fresh bit of -- something at the reminder of that night.]
Feels like years ago, doesn't it?
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[ there's a little bit of his more normal dryness to that tone, but. as molly leans over him, gu yun finally untangles his fingers from his hair, enough to touch his cheek, instead. it's right there - can't resist.
that feeling is a little tentative and nameless, but - in its own right, its a feedback loop. ]
Mmm... it does, though. 's a bit like... we've all known each other forever.
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[6 weeks out of two years is a long time! he leans his cheek against the hand, giving him a crooked grin, and then getting another lychee - rudely eating it himself.]
What are these? Good stuff.
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Lychee. They're sweet. Too sweet, but I want to eat a thousand of them at the moment. Popular in.. ah... [ thinking... thinking... ] Jiangbei, by the harbor... that's it.
[ he feels around for a moment and picks up another one with his free hand, just absently rubbing his fingers along the surface at first. squishy. ]
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When you go back, you'll probably have nothing but time to just eat thousands of them.
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there's a beat, where that anxious feeling rises up again. gu yun goes a little more solemn, looking at the space where molly was, and then up at the ceiling. ]
... I suppose so. [ his attention stays there, emotions shifting - melancholy, a little bitterness. ] I don't know how to have free time. I'm not even sure I know who I am, if I'm not the Marquis of Order. Isn't that sad?
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I'm sorry-- Don't think about it right now. I just brought it up for selfish reasons.
[. . . just tracing the edge of his jaw with a nail, tired, a little melancholy himself.]
If it helps, I don't really know you as the Marquis of Order at all. And I still like you plenty.
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he opens his eyes again, tilting his head to look over at molly where he's settled back down, and just... taking him in for a moment. his emotions drift, floating somewhere in a nebulous space. ]
...I like you plenty, too. [ is what he finally decides to say. honest, for someone who is rarely honest with any emotions at all. ] Far more than lychees.
[ lychees are too sweet anyway. ]
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Well I'm farther-flung fruit. Can't exactly pick up a tiefling in Jiangbei.
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[ the way he'd just never say something like this if he wasn't on a government assigned high because it's way too embarrassing
but it sure isn't dishonest, if his emotions are anything to go by! hm! ]
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and one he'd been not exactly subtly trying to feel around, but the problem is - well. he already knows the answer to this one. or he thinks he does. his emotions are all just suddenly . . . tight, like a coiled snake, or a hand that's inched too close to the warmth of the fire and got burnt. but there's also an overwhelming sense of fondness, of something else, that flares up at the offer.
As stupid as it is. He just grins crookedly back at him, reaching over to put a hand on his cheek.]
You're high.
[Fondly. Because they both are smart enough to know that he can't, right? What's a tiefling going to do in a world of humans? And aside from that, well. There's a family to get back to, isn't there? For both of them. It's why he's hesitant to offer the same. He can't ask him to leave the place he's here for. The Great Liang he loves so much.]
I asked Despair about it, you know. Going other places. Not for me, but . . . some people don't have such great places to go to. I think it's going to have to be part of a wish.
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his head tilts, pressing his cheek gently into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. hyper sensitive, he can feel ridges of scars and lines on molly's palms, the warmth that radiates off of him, and gu yun sighs, quietly, comfortably. that little unnamed feeling is like a feedback loop, affectionate and floaty and feeding off of what's being given. right now, it's hard to think about the consequences of time, and - how in this place, where people get murdered every other week, there are still things that he wants to hold on to.
quiet, for a moment. ] ...Imagine the sort of adventurer you'd be, moving off from place to place. Wrath told me, she used to do things like that before she came here. I'd like something like that, I think.
[ something that was never boring. he'd just - well. he'd just always want to return home, at the end. ]
Someone should wish it. [ ... but gu yun can't be that person. ]
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he likes home too. as much as it has war and slavers with glaives and eldritch monsters waiting to corrupt you with with cursed journals. but there's nothing wrong with a little daydreaming about it either. he's willing to indulge in that much, while they're laying here. but he isn't sure what the feeling is. sloth. envy, maybe. it isn't a bad thing though.]
Be quite the ways to travel!
[but after a second.]
I'd like that too. I'd want to see it someday.
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[ that seems the simplest answer to that, doesn't it? maybe it's just because it's easier to say right now. maybe it's because the world feels sweet and light, and the feedback of emotions from before are still resonating a little, and problems like i don't know what to do with myself if my nation is at peace feel far away. ]
I think we could get into some good adventures, you and I.
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[level five..................but, anyway.]
Say, have you experienced the whole, ah, double orgasm effect this week?
[is he yanking the wheel hard to drive off-road of the potential emotional hazards of this conversation? probably. it's fine.]
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anyway, it's probably a good thing for the both of them that he's easily distracted at the moment, because he too would be running aggressively off the road to avoid the exact same thing were he more in tune with his normal self at the moment. admittedly, emotion share makes it harder to run, too - there's a brief burst of affection at that laugh, brighter than gu yun would ever admit to.
so, he's perfectly off-roaded, turning his head and raising his eyebrows, then... eventually biting his lip trying not to grin, he shakes his head. no, not yet, and that seems like a very, very good idea rn. ]
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anyway molly just follows that thread of affection, rolling over to sit up, tail starting to swish as the emotion turns to Playful (or. gremlin? it's the gremlin emotion.) instead.]
You can just lay there if you want. Lazy.
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being called lazy gets him giggling again, not quite a snort, but easily picking up on the playful mood. he lifts his arms up, reaching out for molly who is now very far away. ]
And think of... [ ... ] ...I need something else to think of. [ that isn't associated with bad passwords ]
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[he's going farther away actually, dropping down . . . goodbye . . . ]
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[ emotional rollercoaster going from playful and happy to horny in 3.5 seconds ]
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