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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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.