[ 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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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 ]