he tilts his head, presses a kiss to molly's mouth. just once, soft and sweet, but speaks against his mouth. ]
I told her something on Monday, that I was going to treat her kindly. She said... 'I hope you feel that way about me, for the rest of your time here.' [ his emotions here flicker again - that same, guarded wariness, but a tinge of worry, too. ] Then, earlier today - [ another kiss, staying close. ] - 'No matter what happens, I want you to believe me when I say I care about you'.
[Uh! Yeah concerning is a word for it. Molly just wraps a hand to the back of gu yun's head, keeping their foreheads pressed together, all of his emotions just
a storm of fear and anxiety and, well, rage. that nasty feeling he'd promised to embrace all those weeks ago.]
... So the sort of thing someone says before they drive a knife between your ribs.
[ yeah. gu yun's are calmer, but there's that same, low anger - simmering, as it has been since this started - and his usual, iron spined, fierce determination. his eyes close. ]
The eight of them were the ones who did the most indulgences towards their aspects. That's what my scroll said, though it took me a little while to understand it, until I spoke with Wrath and she shut down in the middle of a conversation.
They weren't the last eight left. They were just the ones who did the most.
I wonder if perhaps there are eight of us who have indulged enough that we'll be trading positions, so to speak. [ and the other ten? to be eaten, consumed by their little creature. that's where his thoughts are.
he was a little later to get an item than some of the others.
gu yun's not an idiot, as to where that might leave him. ]
[Molly just thinks that over. And then reaches for the tequila bottle. His emotions are . . . something! Conflicted, at wanting to think about that option.
He just looks at him for a moment, and then takes a drink, settling back down against him.]
Sounds like cruel bullshit. Is it worth worrying about a deal we have no intention of taking, then?
[ what wrath said stuck with him, in more ways than he'd like to admit. there are so many ways it could go, too - perhaps by alignment, if there's just one left per sin, instead of indulgences and how many they've done. where would that leave despair? wrath? where would that leave him and molly?
tension remains in the line of his body for a moment longer, looking away. ]
They know everything about this place and about us. [ which he really hates!! so much!!!! molly can feel his discomfort, likely, immediate, an unpleasant thread of his emotions that's an inch or two away from anxiety. he does shift, though, and lets molly lean back into him, still clearly pretty tense. ] I think that creature needs to die. Wrath had an extremely negative reaction when I even remarked about killing it.
[He doesn't disagree, with the notion that maybe it needs to die, but--
he'd also promised himself when he first got here. not a path carved in blood, right?]
I think we need to know what deal was made - because clearly there was a deal made here, perhaps more than one - with it first. Can't beat the terms if you don't know them.
I agree. Why keep it from us for so long? Why pretend it doesn't exist? They've obviously known all along.
[ that tension stays, a little longer - but eventually, gu yun frees a hand to reach for the tequila bottle and take a long pull of the liquor. ] You know me - I hate to go into anything blind.
[ ha ha. ha. ha. ]
Suppose we can't just text message the creature. It clearly talks. Come out and play, then, let's chat. [ this isn't a serious suggestion, though it would be wild if we could just do that. ]
[ good writing it gave me psychic damage he better laugh
as he finishes his shot, gu yun turns his head and grins at him, sensing an opportunity to be obnoxious. ] How cruel. I'm willing to take one for the team. Mowwy.
[ he's also, absolutely, trying not to laugh and failing, until he eventually snorts and ducks his head, emotions just mirth and gremlin, a brief moment of brevity after an incredibly, incredibly serious conversation. ]
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he tilts his head, presses a kiss to molly's mouth. just once, soft and sweet, but speaks against his mouth. ]
I told her something on Monday, that I was going to treat her kindly. She said... 'I hope you feel that way about me, for the rest of your time here.' [ his emotions here flicker again - that same, guarded wariness, but a tinge of worry, too. ] Then, earlier today - [ another kiss, staying close. ] - 'No matter what happens, I want you to believe me when I say I care about you'.
[ so.
very, very concerning. ]
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a storm of fear and anxiety and, well, rage. that nasty feeling he'd promised to embrace all those weeks ago.]
... So the sort of thing someone says before they drive a knife between your ribs.
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[ yeah. gu yun's are calmer, but there's that same, low anger - simmering, as it has been since this started - and his usual, iron spined, fierce determination. his eyes close. ]
The eight of them were the ones who did the most indulgences towards their aspects. That's what my scroll said, though it took me a little while to understand it, until I spoke with Wrath and she shut down in the middle of a conversation.
They weren't the last eight left. They were just the ones who did the most.
I wonder if perhaps there are eight of us who have indulged enough that we'll be trading positions, so to speak. [ and the other ten? to be eaten, consumed by their little creature. that's where his thoughts are.
he was a little later to get an item than some of the others.
gu yun's not an idiot, as to where that might leave him. ]
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He just looks at him for a moment, and then takes a drink, settling back down against him.]
Sounds like cruel bullshit. Is it worth worrying about a deal we have no intention of taking, then?
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[ what wrath said stuck with him, in more ways than he'd like to admit. there are so many ways it could go, too - perhaps by alignment, if there's just one left per sin, instead of indulgences and how many they've done. where would that leave despair? wrath? where would that leave him and molly?
tension remains in the line of his body for a moment longer, looking away. ]
They know everything about this place and about us. [ which he really hates!! so much!!!! molly can feel his discomfort, likely, immediate, an unpleasant thread of his emotions that's an inch or two away from anxiety. he does shift, though, and lets molly lean back into him, still clearly pretty tense. ] I think that creature needs to die. Wrath had an extremely negative reaction when I even remarked about killing it.
[ fuck you xiaohei! fuck you baby! ]
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he'd also promised himself when he first got here. not a path carved in blood, right?]
I think we need to know what deal was made - because clearly there was a deal made here, perhaps more than one - with it first. Can't beat the terms if you don't know them.
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[ that tension stays, a little longer - but eventually, gu yun frees a hand to reach for the tequila bottle and take a long pull of the liquor. ] You know me - I hate to go into anything blind.
[ ha ha. ha. ha. ]
Suppose we can't just text message the creature. It clearly talks. Come out and play, then, let's chat. [ this isn't a serious suggestion, though it would be wild if we could just do that. ]
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[Though his emotions seem slightly amused by it, so. I guess we are joking about it.]
... Be hilarious if we could. Imagine, all along. Could have been having nice chats with it.
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[ but. there's a beat, and at 'nice chats', he deadpans - ] 'Hewwo? Could I wequest your time for a wittle minute? Pwease?'
[ and then just downs like a shots worth of tequila straight out of the bottle ]
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[snorting!!!!!! laughing at this. fucking disgusting.]
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as he finishes his shot, gu yun turns his head and grins at him, sensing an opportunity to be obnoxious. ] How cruel. I'm willing to take one for the team. Mowwy.
[ he's also, absolutely, trying not to laugh and failing, until he eventually snorts and ducks his head, emotions just mirth and gremlin, a brief moment of brevity after an incredibly, incredibly serious conversation. ]
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[DONT JOKE ABOUT THESE THINGS.]
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[ at least he's also horrible and joking about it, i guess?? bad. ]