[smiling at him bit crookedly when he's looked at, not caring so much about what his face looks like in this moment. dried blood and bruising and all. He seems a bit lost for words himself for now, even when he always seems to talk his way around any other problem.]
Come off it, Zixi, I'm sick of--
[And then he's being pushed. He definitely complains when he's laid back - hasn't he had enough of laying on his back? Lying on a snowy road in the middle of nowhere, or in a cold room, stuck in some hell of their own creation. But he's stiff and cold and not really up for struggling all that much against it beyond lashing his tail a bit, and any argument at all is dropped when he's kissed. he wouldn't care if he'd been smashed again in the nose right now. winding his hands (cold) into the front of gu yun's robe to keep him pulled close for a few seconds longer.]
[ cold. very cold! this is what it feels like when people touch him, probably. he can feel the chill of molly's fingers through his silks, but it's not enough to jar him out of the thoughts bumbling around in his head at a hundred miles an hour. the kiss lingers, and gu yun doesn't really care that molly's fingers are cold, or that he smells a little bloody up this close, or that that tail of his was going a minute ago. he cares that he's alive.
for just a second longer, his mouth moves against molly's, a quiet sort of fierceness to it, before he pulls back. not far - muttering, ] Let go for a second.
[ it might seem like he's running away, but it's actually sort of the opposite. gu yun's not a very big guy. despite all of his muscle from years of battlefield experience, he's slender, ever looking more like a young scholar than the hardened commander of the great liangese army, and if he can manage to convince molly's hands free of his silks for long enough, he's going to take advantage of his size, pulling a knee up onto this tiny little bed to join him.
there's probably not enough space for them both even still, at least not without exacerbating molly's injuries any worse. but, if he can make the space to sit behind him, gu yun will, to pull his stupid head into his lap, horns and all. turns out that having someone you care about - really care about, to the point that you are realizing how much you care about them - get injured can make you pretty fussy!
[he should probably get some mouthwash yeah. he did barf up blood all over someone not that long ago.
he'll let go when asked and shift around enough so he can sit wherever he likes - injuries are nothing. he bleeds himself for almost every spell he casts, he isn't unused to pain. it's as much a part of life as anything else. better to be out here and talking to people than feeling that coldness of the grave in his hands more, by himself.
molly himself isn't that big either, once you've removed the coat and the loudness for half a minute. and he's certainly bendy even with injuries, so he just accommodates as best as he can manage - eagerly putting his stupid head on gu yun's lap and settling right in to be cuddled. fuss away.]
[ unfortunate, that he doesn't even care that much. sometimes you're just used to tasting blood, it's fine.
this is... better, yeah. it's a lot better. gu yun is quietly attentive to the angle his head is at, making sure he can get decently comfortable with those horns, careful not to dislodge any of his injuries too much. he's reckless with his own body, but gentle with others, and pretty much the moment molly's all settled, his fingers come to run through those dark curls. the angry little monster making his heart beat way too quickly seems soothed, for now, leaving in its space something warm and unfamiliar that's started to make its home.
he leans over to look at him like this, dark hair a curtain on either side of molly's head, blocking out the light in the room for a moment longer, briefly pausing in stroking through his hair to gently press his fingertips to his jaw, his cheeks. it's intimate, really, the world narrowed down to just the two of them, after all the chaos from before. a perfect time to say things, were someone competent enough to do so. ]
...Spoiled. [ gu yun mutters, eventually, and gently pinches a cheek before returning to carding through his hair. like he is not the one who A) suggested this and B) is continuing to enable it. or even, C) isn't going to stop it anytime soon. alas. ]
[laying on his back isn't much of an issue - or at least one he's not used to - and his injuries are now mostly internal, hiding behind that wall of scars and tattoos. The bruises he has left are mostly on his face, around the wound on his chest. None of the marks and reminders of the week left on his body. shame to have replaced a good time with such a bad one.
he's rarely been so intimate with anyone in this way. Quiet and connected, nothing but the tenuous thread of wanting to be close to someone. only really yasha, and that's a very different thing from this. most of his connections are quick and fast and indulgent, fireworks popping in a night sky. this is something else. he can feel it gnawing in him, willing to eat him alive if he lets it. he'd like to keep pretending, for just a while more, that what this is isn't abjectly terrifying.
he's closed his eyes when the hair petting and jaw touching starts, humming out (a little crackling noise) and relaxing into it. though he cracks a red eye open again and sticks his tongue out at him at that. spoiled brat indeed.]
[ (molly voice) thats where my blood's supposed to be
following the familiar pattern of molly's curls is beginning to become second nature. looking down at him like this, watching him stick his tongue out, gu yun feels a wash of something between faint, playful annoyance and a terrible, terrible fondness, as he gently tugs one of those curls. ]
Will you? This Zixi's will is iron, you know. [ it
it really isn't. actually, gu yun is just horrifically bad at dealing with people being hurt and/or upset in his general radius, especially if it's someone he cares about, and will likely do anything to make it better. a simple "it hurts" will end up getting molly all the spoiling he wants, unfortunately. the big bad marquis of order, and his squishy human heart underneath.
the petting motion doesn't stop, though. just like molly had done for him, when he'd seen him in a state after his medicine kicked in; soothing, comforting, gentle. ]
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Come off it, Zixi, I'm sick of--
[And then he's being pushed. He definitely complains when he's laid back - hasn't he had enough of laying on his back? Lying on a snowy road in the middle of nowhere, or in a cold room, stuck in some hell of their own creation. But he's stiff and cold and not really up for struggling all that much against it beyond lashing his tail a bit, and any argument at all is dropped when he's kissed. he wouldn't care if he'd been smashed again in the nose right now. winding his hands (cold) into the front of gu yun's robe to keep him pulled close for a few seconds longer.]
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for just a second longer, his mouth moves against molly's, a quiet sort of fierceness to it, before he pulls back. not far - muttering, ] Let go for a second.
[ it might seem like he's running away, but it's actually sort of the opposite. gu yun's not a very big guy. despite all of his muscle from years of battlefield experience, he's slender, ever looking more like a young scholar than the hardened commander of the great liangese army, and if he can manage to convince molly's hands free of his silks for long enough, he's going to take advantage of his size, pulling a knee up onto this tiny little bed to join him.
there's probably not enough space for them both even still, at least not without exacerbating molly's injuries any worse. but, if he can make the space to sit behind him, gu yun will, to pull his stupid head into his lap, horns and all. turns out that having someone you care about - really care about, to the point that you are realizing how much you care about them - get injured can make you pretty fussy!
there. compromise. ]
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he'll let go when asked and shift around enough so he can sit wherever he likes - injuries are nothing. he bleeds himself for almost every spell he casts, he isn't unused to pain. it's as much a part of life as anything else. better to be out here and talking to people than feeling that coldness of the grave in his hands more, by himself.
molly himself isn't that big either, once you've removed the coat and the loudness for half a minute. and he's certainly bendy even with injuries, so he just accommodates as best as he can manage - eagerly putting his stupid head on gu yun's lap and settling right in to be cuddled. fuss away.]
S'better.
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this is... better, yeah. it's a lot better. gu yun is quietly attentive to the angle his head is at, making sure he can get decently comfortable with those horns, careful not to dislodge any of his injuries too much. he's reckless with his own body, but gentle with others, and pretty much the moment molly's all settled, his fingers come to run through those dark curls. the angry little monster making his heart beat way too quickly seems soothed, for now, leaving in its space something warm and unfamiliar that's started to make its home.
he leans over to look at him like this, dark hair a curtain on either side of molly's head, blocking out the light in the room for a moment longer, briefly pausing in stroking through his hair to gently press his fingertips to his jaw, his cheeks. it's intimate, really, the world narrowed down to just the two of them, after all the chaos from before. a perfect time to say things, were someone competent enough to do so. ]
...Spoiled. [ gu yun mutters, eventually, and gently pinches a cheek before returning to carding through his hair. like he is not the one who A) suggested this and B) is continuing to enable it. or even, C) isn't going to stop it anytime soon. alas. ]
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he's rarely been so intimate with anyone in this way. Quiet and connected, nothing but the tenuous thread of wanting to be close to someone. only really yasha, and that's a very different thing from this. most of his connections are quick and fast and indulgent, fireworks popping in a night sky. this is something else. he can feel it gnawing in him, willing to eat him alive if he lets it. he'd like to keep pretending, for just a while more, that what this is isn't abjectly terrifying.
he's closed his eyes when the hair petting and jaw touching starts, humming out (a little crackling noise) and relaxing into it. though he cracks a red eye open again and sticks his tongue out at him at that. spoiled brat indeed.]
I'll only get worse from here.
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following the familiar pattern of molly's curls is beginning to become second nature. looking down at him like this, watching him stick his tongue out, gu yun feels a wash of something between faint, playful annoyance and a terrible, terrible fondness, as he gently tugs one of those curls. ]
Will you? This Zixi's will is iron, you know. [ it
it really isn't. actually, gu yun is just horrifically bad at dealing with people being hurt and/or upset in his general radius, especially if it's someone he cares about, and will likely do anything to make it better. a simple "it hurts" will end up getting molly all the spoiling he wants, unfortunately. the big bad marquis of order, and his squishy human heart underneath.
the petting motion doesn't stop, though. just like molly had done for him, when he'd seen him in a state after his medicine kicked in; soothing, comforting, gentle. ]