[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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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. ]