He adores both of these and it's pretty obvious in his expression - he totally stops carving to just watch gu yun write, somehow a little nervous. He doesn't know why, exactly. Just that he's hanging onto this answer like he's never waited on anything before, and is almost scared of what it could be.
The first one is beautiful, a whole story in so few symbols - but it might almost be too lovely. Romantic and gentle in a way that he's never quite able to be. The second, though. His real name is like that too, isn't it? A little tongue-in-cheek. Nonsense made up from a misheard word. A squawking seabird. A dazzling, shiny joke.
And he likes that. Extensive. Full. Complete. A whole person, just new.
He reaches up to just rolling the earring between his fingers, laughing because he isn't sure what else to do.]
MĂyuè. I really-- [He loves that. For having just been called a storyteller, he's struggling a bit with words now. He sniffs and drops his head.] Almost match, that way.
Sounds similar enough, too. [ the syllables come easily. molly. miyue. mollymauk. melodic and pretty.
he finds himself smiling before he really gets the chance to think about it, expression impossibly soft when he glances up at molly's expression. there's a little part of him that was a little nervous, too - choosing a name for himself felt simple. utilitarian, almost - something beautiful, something his, but something born of a battlefield. trying to choose for someone else is the kind of confident move that you'd expect of gu zixi, maybe, but that confidence has always been something of a veneer to cover the vulnerability that goes buried underneath.
but. molly liked it, which is such a silly, juvenile thing to think, such a silly, juvenile thing to make that little something in his chest into butterflies. it's not really such a little something anymore, is it, after all of these weeks? he liked it. ]
The sun and the moon. [ gu yun says, after a moment, sounding - almost a little surprised. he hadn't really thought about the match, either, until right now, and now he's really smiling, having to reach up and rub at his nose with his free hand, a little embarrassed at it. it matches. that's - that's...
... ] Here, give me your hand.
[ he'll take the brush to set it gently against his palm, and wrap his hand around molly's on the outside, to guide him into writing the strokes correctly. 埼ć.
and then, moves their hands to the side, and writes next to it. ĺçš. ] Miyue, and Zixi.
[this is one of those moments that's always going to be too bright, more meaningful than it should be. childhood dreamlike. but at least, he thinks, he won't forget it. at least there's that.
he lets him take his hand and show him how to write it and he's - well he's instantly afraid he won't be able to master it quickly enough. memorize it so he can put it somewhere more permanent later. he doesn't have a photographic memory, or such a quick hand that he can learn to write it so elegantly it instantly, but he wishes that he did. right now.]
You pull this move with other pretty girls at the festival, Zixi?
[Just. self-defensively lashing out with a quip, it's fine.]
[ here's the thing about being witty, when you're used to having a comeback for everything; sometimes, words come out of your mouth before you're ready for them. ]
I've never really had anyone to love enough to give them a name until now, so.
[
well
there it goes! he uh. starts turning red at the ears, and accidentally blots the brush against the page at the very last stroke on 'xi' as he realizes, so there's now a black dot at the end of it. whoops. so much for pretty and perfect.
there's a brief pause, and he just. sticks with it, lifting the brush away and starting to loosen his grip. he might as well at least project the image that he's very cool and confident and smooth and keep talking. ] This is an, erm, unique situation. Tiefling in Jiangbei, too, very unique - and all that.
That mouth of yours is really going to get you in - hah - trouble one day.
[to molly's credit, he doesn't immediately just get up and run on instinct. if only because, well, it sort of solves his problem of having to say something sweet and romantic like he'd been trying to sort out for the past, i don't know, week?
reaching over to push the brush out of the way, sliding his hand in there instead.]
still very red and trying to decide how to recover from saying that and mourning the loss of face, gu yunâs shaken from that thought process by the hand sliding into his. by now, itâs a familiar sensation, and he gently splits his fingers to lace theirs together. ]
Like youâre one to talk. [ this is just for the sake of responding, an embarrassed mutter, but thatâs something he likes about molly, isnât it. the second partâs more important, anyway, and he resists the urge to quip back beyond that, instead just looking down at their hands - and then, slowly, peeks back at molly. ]
.... yeah? [ not so smooth. but, then again, thatâs part of what makes it so honest. ]
Well, I want-- I want to say something equally good, like I've never had anyone to love enough that I'd let them just give me a name--
[But other people have named him, so it's not quite the right twist of phrase. he flushes a bit himself, because if the Marquis of Order is acting embarrassed, he's starting to flounder too. Squeezing that hand.]
No matter what happens. Even if this all goes tits up and we get our souls consumed or, fuck it, we can't figure out how to, what was it you were saying? Just ... hop worlds over? Like that's even a thing. Gods I hope it's a thing. But if it's not a thing, I'm still not sorry about it. I'm glad I've met you. I do love you, you know.
[He gets - a little sad at that? Because he thinks of that same conversation he'd had with Beau that keeps replaying in his head, what feels like years ago now. How they'd all gotten so much better. Become better people, become better at saying things like `Hey, um. I love you, man.`
better to just say these things before it's too late, probably.]
[ itâs been so much, to be shaken out of his pragmatic world view in this place. if you told the gu yun who arrived here the first week - yes, that purple fellow who looks like he fell in a vat of ziliujin? youâll be confessing your feelings under fake starlight in a few weeks, and might make plans to travel across worlds together! he would have laughed himself silly. the concept of being able to even consider doing that would have been so beyond him and now - now, thereâs a not so tiny, fragile feeling of want at the idea. an emotion for gu yun. something to have for himself, and not his home.
so many strange, new things. none of them bad - each as exciting and new as the last.
what molly has said is perfectly good, and really, a lot better than what gu yun did, because itâs just out there as plain as can be. as meaningful as anything.
he nods. once, twice. ]
I am too. [ and itâs not as bright and brassy as usual, (heâd barely even had a friend before this, and now - ) but just as steady, even if itâs still a little hard, not to choke on the words. ] And ...
[ from now on, whatever that means. success or failure, possibility or promise. itâs something thatâs been said, and itâs something that he meant. this is one of those times where his actions and convictions speak the strongest, when his mouth fails him properly, so, gu yun leans over and closes the small space between them with a kiss, swift and sealing, and murmurs, quieter. ] I love you too.
[Mollymauk has absolutely never been pragmatic a day in his short life, so the concept of even trying to be, just a little - protecting himself from hoping for too much, because it might hurt when he doesn't get it - is slipping away again. Why bother. Just feel the pain if it comes. Might not even have to worry about it, if he's dead. Then he wouldn't be feeling anything.
Staying there pressed in close for a moment, not really sure what to do now that it feels like everything important has been said, just wrapping a hand around the back gu yun's neck to keep him there. Trying to search his eyes from up close, but it's all just ... fuzzy at this range.
Eventually he just mutters.]
Fuck it. Pride better not mind that thing waking them up again.
[ it feels a little like he's buzzing, after getting that out in the air. gu yun's not sure exactly what to do next, staying close for that breath of a moment, too -
and then, when molly speaks, he throws his head back and just laughs. ] I think it's a little safe retribution, personally! [ and then just cups his cheeks and kisses him, in the way that you kiss someone when you're overjoyed and in love (wow) and can't contain yourself. they can roll around right here, right in front of the cowherd and the weaver's salad. ]
[it is a really lovely moment, and for just a second, he doesn't want to feel hesitant or terrified of it. joy can fill so many holes in things, he thinks, and just leans into it for the moment. will everything play out? will they survive long enough to make anything of this at all? probably not. does it matter right now? not really.
anyway wow they'd barely done anything at this festival and molly decided he was thoroughly romanced. at least he's easy? he does not care about rolling around in front of anyones salad, let alone the simulation.]
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He adores both of these and it's pretty obvious in his expression - he totally stops carving to just watch gu yun write, somehow a little nervous. He doesn't know why, exactly. Just that he's hanging onto this answer like he's never waited on anything before, and is almost scared of what it could be.
The first one is beautiful, a whole story in so few symbols - but it might almost be too lovely. Romantic and gentle in a way that he's never quite able to be. The second, though. His real name is like that too, isn't it? A little tongue-in-cheek. Nonsense made up from a misheard word. A squawking seabird. A dazzling, shiny joke.
And he likes that. Extensive. Full. Complete. A whole person, just new.
He reaches up to just rolling the earring between his fingers, laughing because he isn't sure what else to do.]
MĂyuè. I really-- [He loves that. For having just been called a storyteller, he's struggling a bit with words now. He sniffs and drops his head.] Almost match, that way.
[gay?]
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he finds himself smiling before he really gets the chance to think about it, expression impossibly soft when he glances up at molly's expression. there's a little part of him that was a little nervous, too - choosing a name for himself felt simple. utilitarian, almost - something beautiful, something his, but something born of a battlefield. trying to choose for someone else is the kind of confident move that you'd expect of gu zixi, maybe, but that confidence has always been something of a veneer to cover the vulnerability that goes buried underneath.
but. molly liked it, which is such a silly, juvenile thing to think, such a silly, juvenile thing to make that little something in his chest into butterflies. it's not really such a little something anymore, is it, after all of these weeks? he liked it. ]
The sun and the moon. [ gu yun says, after a moment, sounding - almost a little surprised. he hadn't really thought about the match, either, until right now, and now he's really smiling, having to reach up and rub at his nose with his free hand, a little embarrassed at it. it matches. that's - that's...
... ] Here, give me your hand.
[ he'll take the brush to set it gently against his palm, and wrap his hand around molly's on the outside, to guide him into writing the strokes correctly. 埼ć.
and then, moves their hands to the side, and writes next to it. ĺçš. ] Miyue, and Zixi.
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he lets him take his hand and show him how to write it and he's - well he's instantly afraid he won't be able to master it quickly enough. memorize it so he can put it somewhere more permanent later. he doesn't have a photographic memory, or such a quick hand that he can learn to write it so elegantly it instantly, but he wishes that he did. right now.]
You pull this move with other pretty girls at the festival, Zixi?
[Just. self-defensively lashing out with a quip, it's fine.]
It works, I'll tell you that.
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I've never really had anyone to love enough to give them a name until now, so.
[
well
there it goes! he uh. starts turning red at the ears, and accidentally blots the brush against the page at the very last stroke on 'xi' as he realizes, so there's now a black dot at the end of it. whoops. so much for pretty and perfect.
there's a brief pause, and he just. sticks with it, lifting the brush away and starting to loosen his grip. he might as well at least project the image that he's very cool and confident and smooth and keep talking. ] This is an, erm, unique situation. Tiefling in Jiangbei, too, very unique - and all that.
[ cool and confident and smooth (?) (fuck) ]
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[to molly's credit, he doesn't immediately just get up and run on instinct. if only because, well, it sort of solves his problem of having to say something sweet and romantic like he'd been trying to sort out for the past, i don't know, week?
reaching over to push the brush out of the way, sliding his hand in there instead.]
I liked what you said.
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still very red and trying to decide how to recover from saying that and mourning the loss of face, gu yunâs shaken from that thought process by the hand sliding into his. by now, itâs a familiar sensation, and he gently splits his fingers to lace theirs together. ]
Like youâre one to talk. [ this is just for the sake of responding, an embarrassed mutter, but thatâs something he likes about molly, isnât it. the second partâs more important, anyway, and he resists the urge to quip back beyond that, instead just looking down at their hands - and then, slowly, peeks back at molly. ]
.... yeah? [ not so smooth. but, then again, thatâs part of what makes it so honest. ]
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[But other people have named him, so it's not quite the right twist of phrase. he flushes a bit himself, because if the Marquis of Order is acting embarrassed, he's starting to flounder too. Squeezing that hand.]
No matter what happens. Even if this all goes tits up and we get our souls consumed or, fuck it, we can't figure out how to, what was it you were saying? Just ... hop worlds over? Like that's even a thing. Gods I hope it's a thing. But if it's not a thing, I'm still not sorry about it. I'm glad I've met you. I do love you, you know.
[He gets - a little sad at that? Because he thinks of that same conversation he'd had with Beau that keeps replaying in his head, what feels like years ago now. How they'd all gotten so much better. Become better people, become better at saying things like `Hey, um. I love you, man.`
better to just say these things before it's too late, probably.]
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so many strange, new things. none of them bad - each as exciting and new as the last.
what molly has said is perfectly good, and really, a lot better than what gu yun did, because itâs just out there as plain as can be. as meaningful as anything.
he nods. once, twice. ]
I am too. [ and itâs not as bright and brassy as usual, (heâd barely even had a friend before this, and now - ) but just as steady, even if itâs still a little hard, not to choke on the words. ] And ...
[ from now on, whatever that means. success or failure, possibility or promise. itâs something thatâs been said, and itâs something that he meant. this is one of those times where his actions and convictions speak the strongest, when his mouth fails him properly, so, gu yun leans over and closes the small space between them with a kiss, swift and sealing, and murmurs, quieter. ] I love you too.
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Staying there pressed in close for a moment, not really sure what to do now that it feels like everything important has been said, just wrapping a hand around the back gu yun's neck to keep him there. Trying to search his eyes from up close, but it's all just ... fuzzy at this range.
Eventually he just mutters.]
Fuck it. Pride better not mind that thing waking them up again.
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and then, when molly speaks, he throws his head back and just laughs. ] I think it's a little safe retribution, personally! [ and then just cups his cheeks and kisses him, in the way that you kiss someone when you're overjoyed and in love (wow) and can't contain yourself. they can roll around right here, right in front of the cowherd and the weaver's salad. ]
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anyway wow they'd barely done anything at this festival and molly decided he was thoroughly romanced. at least he's easy? he does not care about rolling around in front of anyones salad, let alone the simulation.]