[mollymauk has always been reluctant to look. it doesn't matter. the past, the things buried there, until they do. I only wonder if you've considered whether you'll have to do something about this whether you prefer to or not.]
No idea. Never thought about it. They had use to me, and never bothered me much.
[That's a lie. He'd tried so often to tattoo over them, to hide them in bright colors and patterns and view them only as some strange utility. like a spell focus, or simply a quirk of his skin, but. he knows it's not true.]
... The, ah, bit I haven't spoken of to anyone is that Beauregard told me that. [Well.] Lucien had come back to haunt them.
...I see. [ there it is, again, an unconscious squeeze of the hand held in his.
there's a moment of quiet before gu yun speaks again. ]
...Well. Fuck that, then. [ yeah. fuck it. maybe not the most helpful or emotional response, but, it kind of is. this is gu yun, defier of fate, defier of curses. believer in nothing but the willpower of himself, and of others, especially when this bizarre, terrible, indulgent world has gifted a second chance. ] You're the one here now.
When you're out of here [ and not if, but when, when you're out of here, because gu yun refuses any other option ], you can tell him and all of his ancestors to go fuck themselves, while you're at it.
[Feels like a very helpful and emotional response to Molly? Who fully agrees with the "fuck that" sentiment. pulling gu yun's hand over to kiss the knuckles, laughing a bit instead of having to do anything else with all of those feelings.]
All of his ancestors too? Seems a bit greedy, doesn't it?
At least eighteen generations back, and nothing less. I prefer to aim high.
[ glad they're both like this! it's a lot easier to lean into the lighthearted, than to think about how much that bothers him, thinking about someone like molly, in a cold grave, because of the designs of someone that came before him. ]
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No idea. Never thought about it. They had use to me, and never bothered me much.
[That's a lie. He'd tried so often to tattoo over them, to hide them in bright colors and patterns and view them only as some strange utility. like a spell focus, or simply a quirk of his skin, but. he knows it's not true.]
... The, ah, bit I haven't spoken of to anyone is that Beauregard told me that. [Well.] Lucien had come back to haunt them.
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After you...?
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[He.
hadn't been brave enough to ask many questions.]
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there's a moment of quiet before gu yun speaks again. ]
...Well. Fuck that, then. [ yeah. fuck it. maybe not the most helpful or emotional response, but, it kind of is. this is gu yun, defier of fate, defier of curses. believer in nothing but the willpower of himself, and of others, especially when this bizarre, terrible, indulgent world has gifted a second chance. ] You're the one here now.
When you're out of here [ and not if, but when, when you're out of here, because gu yun refuses any other option ], you can tell him and all of his ancestors to go fuck themselves, while you're at it.
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All of his ancestors too? Seems a bit greedy, doesn't it?
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[ glad they're both like this! it's a lot easier to lean into the lighthearted, than to think about how much that bothers him, thinking about someone like molly, in a cold grave, because of the designs of someone that came before him. ]
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[the real bad boys of his ancestry.]
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[ gu yun who had never met a being doing magic in his entire life until this place is, as usual, full of confidence ]