[ he's there very quickly - just a few minutes before there's a knock. gu yun's emotions are reading as very, very neutral, but his shoulders and expressions alike are tense when the door's opened, and he gives a little nod in greeting. ]
some of that neutral facade cracks, a little, to an utter exhaustion. he leans against the door for a moment, tilting his head up to look at molly's face.]
...I learned some, from Harrow, already. [ and the shift, there, to something more complicated. sympathy, care, worry. a low anger, just under the surface. ]
he takes a step forward off of the door, moving closer to molly's space, instead. all of those emotions swirl, a little longer, into something more melancholy. ] I wouldn't have believed it from Gluttony, either.
[ he doesn't know what to say in the face of loss, especially a loss like that. he barely knew what to say the first time, and weeks later, with all of the things he's come to feel and know, it isn't any better.
and, after a moment, his soft - ] ...I'm sorry, Molly. [ doesn't feel like nearly enough. the emotions behind it are there - a little frustration, mixed in with everything else. ]
Edited (trying to tag and watch tv with my parents at the same time rip ) 2021-03-29 01:25 (UTC)
[Being hit with all those emotions at once all over again breaks down some of what he was holding up after a moment - it's difficult to untangle all the things he's struggling to process at once, how it's both a raw, pulsing wound and something that he doesn't want to believe, even now.
something seems to collapse after a fashion. a haphazard dam shoved up against all the blood and bile and grief he'd managed to shove up again.]
I'll-- find another way. There will be another way. I promised I'd fight for it, so I will.
I said I'd stay with you on it, until the end. Whatever that means.
[ no one gets left behind. it'd been something of a mantra, in its own way, over the past few weeks. he doesn't repeat it now, but leaves it unsaid - something steady and strong to lean up against. if he's falling apart, then, gu yun'll hold steady, that spine of iron that's held him for all of his life.
he reaches up for a moment, hesitating - but eventually, reaches out to slide his hand gently against the back of molly's neck. ] So, I'll stay on it. We'll find a way.
Molly feels a bit pathetic, after all of this. How he can't seem to carry everything at once without falling apart every few weeks as something bleeds him just that little bit deeper, drags another bit of glistening visera out into the light and asks him to look at it. But he's never been made of iron. Carnival glass and gold, soft metals, strung together with a magic he doesn't quite understand.
He leans into him once the back of his neck is touched - all the raised scars there from years that he remembers and years that he doesn't, where he drags the swords across it. Letting his forehead rest against his shoulder.]
[ there's surely a way to word them, to make things happen, to make sure everything works out. even...
even gu yun's wish, is a little flexible. his darling, beloved great liang - if his wish isn't granted, then he will continue to fight for its peace. it means he certainly wouldn't have any freedom to go hopping from world to world, because his home would need him more than anything, but -
well. it's a thought he has only so recently entertained. he doesn't bring it up, now, though, gently kneading those chilly fingers against the back of his neck. it's a familiar place to touch, now, finding old scars amidst purple curls, and for now, he just fits there, letting molly lean on him as long as he likes. his other hand comes up, arm hooking gently around him and curling in the fabric of his coat. ]
I'm certainly stubborn enough not to accept any terms but the ones I want, so.
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What'd you find out?
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well it's just a lot of angry and upset. just letting him inside, just rubbing at the bridge of his nose for a second.]
Rather a lot.
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[ ...
some of that neutral facade cracks, a little, to an utter exhaustion. he leans against the door for a moment, tilting his head up to look at molly's face.]
...I learned some, from Harrow, already. [ and the shift, there, to something more complicated. sympathy, care, worry. a low anger, just under the surface. ]
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I suppose it's one way to find out. [...] Gluttony did tell me, but I had no desire to hear it.
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he takes a step forward off of the door, moving closer to molly's space, instead. all of those emotions swirl, a little longer, into something more melancholy. ] I wouldn't have believed it from Gluttony, either.
[ he doesn't know what to say in the face of loss, especially a loss like that. he barely knew what to say the first time, and weeks later, with all of the things he's come to feel and know, it isn't any better.
and, after a moment, his soft - ] ...I'm sorry, Molly. [ doesn't feel like nearly enough. the emotions behind it are there - a little frustration, mixed in with everything else. ]
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something seems to collapse after a fashion. a haphazard dam shoved up against all the blood and bile and grief he'd managed to shove up again.]
I'll-- find another way. There will be another way. I promised I'd fight for it, so I will.
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I'm not ready to give up yet. Don't worry.
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I said I'd stay with you on it, until the end. Whatever that means.
[ no one gets left behind. it'd been something of a mantra, in its own way, over the past few weeks. he doesn't repeat it now, but leaves it unsaid - something steady and strong to lean up against. if he's falling apart, then, gu yun'll hold steady, that spine of iron that's held him for all of his life.
he reaches up for a moment, hesitating - but eventually, reaches out to slide his hand gently against the back of molly's neck. ] So, I'll stay on it. We'll find a way.
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Molly feels a bit pathetic, after all of this. How he can't seem to carry everything at once without falling apart every few weeks as something bleeds him just that little bit deeper, drags another bit of glistening visera out into the light and asks him to look at it. But he's never been made of iron. Carnival glass and gold, soft metals, strung together with a magic he doesn't quite understand.
He leans into him once the back of his neck is touched - all the raised scars there from years that he remembers and years that he doesn't, where he drags the swords across it. Letting his forehead rest against his shoulder.]
We'll find a way, yeah.
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[ there's surely a way to word them, to make things happen, to make sure everything works out. even...
even gu yun's wish, is a little flexible. his darling, beloved great liang - if his wish isn't granted, then he will continue to fight for its peace. it means he certainly wouldn't have any freedom to go hopping from world to world, because his home would need him more than anything, but -
well. it's a thought he has only so recently entertained. he doesn't bring it up, now, though, gently kneading those chilly fingers against the back of his neck. it's a familiar place to touch, now, finding old scars amidst purple curls, and for now, he just fits there, letting molly lean on him as long as he likes. his other hand comes up, arm hooking gently around him and curling in the fabric of his coat. ]
I'm certainly stubborn enough not to accept any terms but the ones I want, so.