what else can you really do, at this point, besides break down? it seems almost ridiculously unfair. after all, there wasn't a single name on that list that gu yun knew (at least from home - he's heard plenty about jester, and how lovely she is. not was. like harrow said - we won't know until we know.) but somehow, whatever this place's draw was came for molly like a baihu arrow.
eventually, his knuckles stroke down his spine, an idle, comforting movement, for a situation that feels impossible to comfort over. the intimacy of touch has become easier with molly than just about anyone, at least, and he keeps a watchful eye on his reactions and his tone, matching to matching. it's - sympathy and empathy don't come easy for gu yun, who knows loss practically like a second skin. he's the one who survives and always has been, but, if being here is all he can do, making terrible jokes and providing something strong to lean on to, then that's something he's more than capable of. ]
Explains a lot about how we've stuck together. [ considering! you know. lack of senses. ] If nothing else, I can smell you coming from a hundred li away.
Makes me sound unhygienic when you put it like that.
[He bathes so much! He loves baths. but he does seem calm at least now, pressed into him as much as he can, just focusing on the gentle touches and the feeling of pinprinks of claws against his skin.
he isn't used to this feeling. to any feelings like this. loss and rage and grief. it's as he's said - something of a charmed life until the moments here, and suddenly everything began to go downhill rapidly. something of a karmic exchange for daring to make a selfish wish.]
I wouldn't be anywhere near you if you didn't bathe. [ that comes with a soft snort. clearly that isn't a problem, because they're basically one entity at this moment. the motions continue, soft and unhurried, occasionally tracing where he knows there are ink lines at his back in lazy patterns. settling easily into familiarity, into closeness. ]
Do you know, one of those donkeys at Hu Guo temple never bathes? Liao Ran, is his name. He's had the audacity to attempt to become friends with Chang Geng. [ tch. he makes a little bit of a face here - the light conversation makes it easy to do so. ] Kidnapped him off to Jiangnan Harbor, when I was off at the Northern Border, with surely nefarious purposes, to teach him poor hygiene and Buddhism.
[ like this is such a crime. this is such a crime! ]
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what else can you really do, at this point, besides break down? it seems almost ridiculously unfair. after all, there wasn't a single name on that list that gu yun knew (at least from home - he's heard plenty about jester, and how lovely she is. not was. like harrow said - we won't know until we know.) but somehow, whatever this place's draw was came for molly like a baihu arrow.
eventually, his knuckles stroke down his spine, an idle, comforting movement, for a situation that feels impossible to comfort over. the intimacy of touch has become easier with molly than just about anyone, at least, and he keeps a watchful eye on his reactions and his tone, matching to matching. it's - sympathy and empathy don't come easy for gu yun, who knows loss practically like a second skin. he's the one who survives and always has been, but, if being here is all he can do, making terrible jokes and providing something strong to lean on to, then that's something he's more than capable of. ]
Explains a lot about how we've stuck together. [ considering! you know. lack of senses. ] If nothing else, I can smell you coming from a hundred li away.
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[He bathes so much! He loves baths. but he does seem calm at least now, pressed into him as much as he can, just focusing on the gentle touches and the feeling of pinprinks of claws against his skin.
he isn't used to this feeling. to any feelings like this. loss and rage and grief. it's as he's said - something of a charmed life until the moments here, and suddenly everything began to go downhill rapidly. something of a karmic exchange for daring to make a selfish wish.]
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Do you know, one of those donkeys at Hu Guo temple never bathes? Liao Ran, is his name. He's had the audacity to attempt to become friends with Chang Geng. [ tch. he makes a little bit of a face here - the light conversation makes it easy to do so. ] Kidnapped him off to Jiangnan Harbor, when I was off at the Northern Border, with surely nefarious purposes, to teach him poor hygiene and Buddhism.
[ like this is such a crime. this is such a crime! ]