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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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.