[ on saturday, gu yun had let things lie for a bit - when he is angry or upset about something, he never wants to be seen. but after talking to molly, yesterday, once the room's cleared out, and the shellshocked participants are on their way, it doesn't take long for gu yun to seek molly out.
gu yun makes his way through the common room quietly, glancing back to make sure no one else is around, before he slides back behind the bar itself, and moves to fetch one, two, three glasses and a bottle of wine. ]
Is that hers? [ by way of greeting, gu yun's voice is quiet - doesn't seem the time for hellos. ]
[ gu yun either, honestly. he's pouring the drinks, quiet as he thinks, arguably the worst person for any sort of comfort in any sort of situation, but maybe drawing on hime, he'll pull something. he thinks about any number of soldiers he's ever sent home to their families. about his parents. the emperor.
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... Were the situations reversed - [ and... they were. he already knows they were. gu yun's not nearly emotionally competent enough to address it, so - ] - what would she do with it?
[What would she do if the situations were reversed. What an interesting question.
His face falls again - shit. He'd thought he'd had it together there. For just a minute, anyway.]
Funnily enough, I didn't think to ask. I don't know. I assume-- they must have done something with my body. Left it in the middle of the road, perhaps.
[ the mighty nein don't leave one another behind, and all. he doesn't repeat it; it doesn't need to be said. he's not going to pour any salt in an already brutally painful, fresh wound.]
...I've always thought the best way to honor someone's memory is to do things the way they'd want them to be done. If it was yours, would she wear it? Carry it around? Make it into something? Wrap it around her knuckles and punch someone with it?
[ gu yun pushes the first drink across to him, and then takes the second. the final one stays in the middle - a third, full cup, for a fallen comrade. ]
It's not an answer to any grief. [ grief, such a strange, unfamiliar animal. ] But it's at least a start, for memory.
You matched. [ that is sweet, actually. he can recall it, vaguely - gu yun hadn't the chance to really get to know beau, before things went off the deep end. but, it means the world to molly, and that much is clear.
...and, ultimately, molly just downing the drink gets a smile to spread on his face. he chuckles, unable to help it, and reaches over to top both cups off with the wine, then lift his own. ]
Cheers to that. [ with that, gu yun'll down his too. ]
[Reaching over to just put his hand against the second wine glass this time, not drinking more just yet.]
She used to-- when we'd leave the tavern at night or be the last ones out of a party, she used to go around to the tables and just drink the dregs people had left behind instead of buying a fucking beer. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
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gu yun makes his way through the common room quietly, glancing back to make sure no one else is around, before he slides back behind the bar itself, and moves to fetch one, two, three glasses and a bottle of wine. ]
Is that hers? [ by way of greeting, gu yun's voice is quiet - doesn't seem the time for hellos. ]
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. . . I don't know what to do with keepsakes. Never been much for them.
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... ]
... Were the situations reversed - [ and... they were. he already knows they were. gu yun's not nearly emotionally competent enough to address it, so - ] - what would she do with it?
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His face falls again - shit. He'd thought he'd had it together there. For just a minute, anyway.]
Funnily enough, I didn't think to ask. I don't know. I assume-- they must have done something with my body. Left it in the middle of the road, perhaps.
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[ the mighty nein don't leave one another behind, and all. he doesn't repeat it; it doesn't need to be said. he's not going to pour any salt in an already brutally painful, fresh wound.]
...I've always thought the best way to honor someone's memory is to do things the way they'd want them to be done. If it was yours, would she wear it? Carry it around? Make it into something? Wrap it around her knuckles and punch someone with it?
[ gu yun pushes the first drink across to him, and then takes the second. the final one stays in the middle - a third, full cup, for a fallen comrade. ]
It's not an answer to any grief. [ grief, such a strange, unfamiliar animal. ] But it's at least a start, for memory.
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[If gu yun saw them both - the ones on the back of their necks, between their shoulders. An all-seeing eye in a pyramid.]
For me.
[He takes his drink, downs it. Sets down the glass. And then he reaches over to drink Beau's as well.]
She'd have wanted that.
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...and, ultimately, molly just downing the drink gets a smile to spread on his face. he chuckles, unable to help it, and reaches over to top both cups off with the wine, then lift his own. ]
Cheers to that. [ with that, gu yun'll down his too. ]
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She used to-- when we'd leave the tavern at night or be the last ones out of a party, she used to go around to the tables and just drink the dregs people had left behind instead of buying a fucking beer. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
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That is disgusting. [ amused, a little fond. ] Must've had a high tolerance of all kinds. Did you all do that often? Go out together.