[ that feels. really nice actually. he turns his face into the pillows - by now, the smell of them's familiar and it's something to focus on instead of how hard his head's pounding. he's quiet again, and then, muffled from the material of the pillowcase, as dry as the fucking desert: ] This humble servant is ever pleased to serve and protect his highness how he sees fit.
[ even down and out with a migraine, gu yun can still make terrible commentary like that. he's probably not going to be able to look emperor li feng in the face when this is over, but it's fine. i know i clowned myself about writing a filial piety kink thread week 0 and it is continuing to taunt me.
anyway!!! we're not focusing on that right now. instead, gu yun tries to remember, pulling the scattered pieces of his thoughts back towards molly's memory. redhead... he thinks he remembers? it's fuzzy. he makes a noise of affirmation, though, nodding along. ] Are there nine of you, then...? And a cat.
[molly is definitely the queer tarot friend who is also very into incense. the room smells of like. nag champa. whatever the bath bombs smell like. someone using too much lavender soap because they don't understand fancy shower gels and are just having a great time wasting it.]
I'll have to find a good enough outfit for a royal . . .
[He chuckles to himself at that. yeah. really clowned yourself right into the clown grave on that one (clrave?). molly has taken Notes. he settles down himself because it's dark and quiet in here and he slept really well on sunday night, but it's been spotty since then. might as well. mostly muttering answers back now.]
[ that is so many smells for his dog nose it's a good thing you're cute
anyway. molly's tone settling into something quieter helps, too - the dreamy mix of scent in the room smells a little bit like the tranquilizer pouch that chang geng carries around to deal with his nightmares. the pain comes in pulses - in, out, in, and out - and he breathes along with it, lifting his hand once to slide the black tiger emblem back into his pocket and then letting it fall into place on the pillow. ]
That's not how you count. [ seven =/= nine, mister nine sided!!! this is just as muffled as before, and gu yun lets himself drift, listening to the soft timber of molly's voice. ] Tell me about the others. Jester... Beau, Caleb. You. Cat. Who else?
[He just huffs. It's not n-i-n-e it's n-e-i-n and he's sure there was a joke somewhere since he's the one that helped come up with the name but he is too tired to remember it. it seemed really funny at the time.]
Let's see. Oh-- I haven't go on about my beloved Yasha? The charm of the whole group. My true love. Apparently, she's an angel. I mean, I knew that, of course she is an angel, but like an actual angel.
Hmmm. [ even quieter, now, cheek turning further into the pillow itself. the way i had to wonder if he actually would know what a typical angel is? hate it. (the answer is yes.) there's a soft noise, a huff of a laugh. ] Are there any sorts of creatures of myth that aren't in your realm, Molly...?
What's an angel like? [ just keep talking, honestly, the hair petting and the smooth timber of his voice alike are both kind of great. keeping up conversation like this isn't easy - but he can listen, and right now, he's going to take advantage of that while he can. ]
You're asking someone demon-blooded, friend. I don't know how to answer that.
[The answer is. no. probably most myths are hanging around somewhere. He hums, thinking about the second part.]
Got no idea what other angels are like. Only ever met Yasha, and Beau's the one that told me that news. We didn't know she was anything at all. She had those-- skeleton wings, but I never pried. That's her business. But I can tell you what she's like. She's lovely, I mean it! Buckets and buckets of charm. Great big fuck off sword. Wonderful friend to bring to a party, because you never lose her. Bit shy. She joined the carnival a bit after I did, she, ah-- had a bit of a go of it too. So we helped each other. I'm weird, she was weird, we could be weird together. I could practice all the talking I wanted and in return I'd find her flowers.
Got one to bring back to her and everything. Figured I needed gifts. Smooth things over. Sorry for dying and all that.
[ it becomes blatantly obvious that gu yun is starting to doze off in the middle of this story. not because he's not listening - he's listening! - but molly's voice is quietly soothing and helps the pain, makes it feel like the chills crawling over the top of his scalp have started to lessen. he keeps his eyes closed, cheek pressed gently to the pillow, expression softening with each sentence.
eventually, a little blearily: ]
Mnm...girls like flowers. Makes sense. [ sneepy... ]
[That's fine, it's the point of the gentle rambling anyway. molly laughs a bit at that though, a gentle reminder of someone else saying exactly the same thing. just a nice little memory. He'll just keep on talking then, all the better that no one is really listening.]
Beau told me that they're going on a date or something apparently. Good for them. It's part of the reason I have to bring Beau back, you know-- Yasha's lost enough in her life. I won't be responsible for her losing one more person. Beau is different now. [he's speaking as if she's not. well.] She's mature and helpful and cares about things. So I think they've earned that together. She says that Yasha is doing so well. I'm a little jealous. I didn't get to see any of it, I've missed-- I don't know. Fucking everything. But I'm really happy to hear it. She deserves the whole world.
[ he's in and out through this little story - something about beau, something about his group, that last little bit about missing everything. the combination of the smell and the timber of his voice, the comfortable, familiar bed; all little indulgent luxuries, little things he normally would never get to have.
it makes it easy, to feel well rested enough to let it be.
whatever reply he has is almost nonsensical - there's a mumble, maybe something that sounds close to 'beau', but, the rest of the sentence is gone. with a last nuzzle of his cheek into the pillow, gu yun's fast asleep. zzzzz ]
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[ even down and out with a migraine, gu yun can still make terrible commentary like that. he's probably not going to be able to look emperor li feng in the face when this is over, but it's fine. i know i clowned myself about writing a filial piety kink thread week 0 and it is continuing to taunt me.
anyway!!! we're not focusing on that right now. instead, gu yun tries to remember, pulling the scattered pieces of his thoughts back towards molly's memory. redhead... he thinks he remembers? it's fuzzy. he makes a noise of affirmation, though, nodding along. ] Are there nine of you, then...? And a cat.
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I'll have to find a good enough outfit for a royal . . .
[He chuckles to himself at that. yeah. really clowned yourself right into the clown grave on that one (clrave?). molly has taken Notes. he settles down himself because it's dark and quiet in here and he slept really well on sunday night, but it's been spotty since then. might as well. mostly muttering answers back now.]
Seven. [what.] And a cat.
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anyway. molly's tone settling into something quieter helps, too - the dreamy mix of scent in the room smells a little bit like the tranquilizer pouch that chang geng carries around to deal with his nightmares. the pain comes in pulses - in, out, in, and out - and he breathes along with it, lifting his hand once to slide the black tiger emblem back into his pocket and then letting it fall into place on the pillow. ]
That's not how you count. [ seven =/= nine, mister nine sided!!! this is just as muffled as before, and gu yun lets himself drift, listening to the soft timber of molly's voice. ] Tell me about the others. Jester... Beau, Caleb. You. Cat. Who else?
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Let's see. Oh-- I haven't go on about my beloved Yasha? The charm of the whole group. My true love. Apparently, she's an angel. I mean, I knew that, of course she is an angel, but like an actual angel.
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What's an angel like? [ just keep talking, honestly, the hair petting and the smooth timber of his voice alike are both kind of great. keeping up conversation like this isn't easy - but he can listen, and right now, he's going to take advantage of that while he can. ]
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[The answer is. no. probably most myths are hanging around somewhere. He hums, thinking about the second part.]
Got no idea what other angels are like. Only ever met Yasha, and Beau's the one that told me that news. We didn't know she was anything at all. She had those-- skeleton wings, but I never pried. That's her business. But I can tell you what she's like. She's lovely, I mean it! Buckets and buckets of charm. Great big fuck off sword. Wonderful friend to bring to a party, because you never lose her. Bit shy. She joined the carnival a bit after I did, she, ah-- had a bit of a go of it too. So we helped each other. I'm weird, she was weird, we could be weird together. I could practice all the talking I wanted and in return I'd find her flowers.
Got one to bring back to her and everything. Figured I needed gifts. Smooth things over. Sorry for dying and all that.
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eventually, a little blearily: ]
Mnm...girls like flowers. Makes sense. [ sneepy... ]
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[That's fine, it's the point of the gentle rambling anyway. molly laughs a bit at that though, a gentle reminder of someone else saying exactly the same thing. just a nice little memory. He'll just keep on talking then, all the better that no one is really listening.]
Beau told me that they're going on a date or something apparently. Good for them. It's part of the reason I have to bring Beau back, you know-- Yasha's lost enough in her life. I won't be responsible for her losing one more person. Beau is different now. [he's speaking as if she's not. well.] She's mature and helpful and cares about things. So I think they've earned that together. She says that Yasha is doing so well. I'm a little jealous. I didn't get to see any of it, I've missed-- I don't know. Fucking everything. But I'm really happy to hear it. She deserves the whole world.
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it makes it easy, to feel well rested enough to let it be.
whatever reply he has is almost nonsensical - there's a mumble, maybe something that sounds close to 'beau', but, the rest of the sentence is gone. with a last nuzzle of his cheek into the pillow, gu yun's fast asleep. zzzzz ]