[wow this is like getting hit with a golf club of emotion right through the chest!
molly just listens and-- doesn't quite absorb what he's saying for a moment? And then when he does, he almost has to blink back tears with how much the force of it hits him. he knows how important great liang is, how it's gu yun's entire life, his purpose.
how this is a gift so big he doesn't know what to do with it.]
Zixi-- No, I--
[he doesn't want it to come across as cruel, rejecting one of the kindest things ever said to him. but he feels too cruel already, even thinking about it.]
I can't take that from you, love.
[he turns and just buries his face against his shoulder, not caring if he jabs him with a horn or part of the crown of bone starting to form around them.]
We'll - we'll solve it when we get there. I don't think I'm asking for too much.
[But his wish has gotten so big now too, hasn't it? One little life. And then two more. a home for harrow.
A hope that, somehow, one day, he can see Jiangbei Harbor.]
as he turns his head, gu yun shifts a little, moving to hook an arm around his back to pull him closer. he's stubborn, always has been, and even outside of the emotional, it's a pragmatic decision, too. his whole life has been about fighting, hasn't it? from beginning to end. marquis of order, gu yun. what's just fulfilling the destiny that he's always had, in the face of things like magical wishes and resurrecting the dead? he'll die on the battlefield in a blaze of glory, a firework bursting across the skies of his homeland to leave behind a legacy. he wouldn't even know what to do with himself, if he weren't, right? maybe he was just starting to figure it out, but -
his fingers curl gently in the back of molly's coat, and he huffs, a little wryly scolding. ] It's not taking if it's given, you know.
[ the nickname is tender, more so than he's really expecting in the moment; something in his chest squeezes, and eventually, he nods. ]
Ideally, it won't matter. [ ideally, ideally, everything will work out. right now, things feel so tenuous, but with the return of the dead, there's the thought that they might be able to do this, after all. the bright, clear line to the end is visible, now, maybe barely days away, and he does so, so hate losing. it's all or nothing, like he's promised since the beginning, but gu yun likes to have backup plans. so, he's a little stubborn, too. ] ...but, it's available. If they need it, it's yours.
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molly just listens and-- doesn't quite absorb what he's saying for a moment? And then when he does, he almost has to blink back tears with how much the force of it hits him. he knows how important great liang is, how it's gu yun's entire life, his purpose.
how this is a gift so big he doesn't know what to do with it.]
Zixi-- No, I--
[he doesn't want it to come across as cruel, rejecting one of the kindest things ever said to him. but he feels too cruel already, even thinking about it.]
I can't take that from you, love.
[he turns and just buries his face against his shoulder, not caring if he jabs him with a horn or part of the crown of bone starting to form around them.]
We'll - we'll solve it when we get there. I don't think I'm asking for too much.
[But his wish has gotten so big now too, hasn't it? One little life. And then two more. a home for harrow.
A hope that, somehow, one day, he can see Jiangbei Harbor.]
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as he turns his head, gu yun shifts a little, moving to hook an arm around his back to pull him closer. he's stubborn, always has been, and even outside of the emotional, it's a pragmatic decision, too. his whole life has been about fighting, hasn't it? from beginning to end. marquis of order, gu yun. what's just fulfilling the destiny that he's always had, in the face of things like magical wishes and resurrecting the dead? he'll die on the battlefield in a blaze of glory, a firework bursting across the skies of his homeland to leave behind a legacy. he wouldn't even know what to do with himself, if he weren't, right? maybe he was just starting to figure it out, but -
his fingers curl gently in the back of molly's coat, and he huffs, a little wryly scolding. ] It's not taking if it's given, you know.
[ the nickname is tender, more so than he's really expecting in the moment; something in his chest squeezes, and eventually, he nods. ]
Ideally, it won't matter. [ ideally, ideally, everything will work out. right now, things feel so tenuous, but with the return of the dead, there's the thought that they might be able to do this, after all. the bright, clear line to the end is visible, now, maybe barely days away, and he does so, so hate losing. it's all or nothing, like he's promised since the beginning, but gu yun likes to have backup plans. so, he's a little stubborn, too. ] ...but, it's available. If they need it, it's yours.
I promised not to leave anyone behind, too.