[Pressing a kiss to his temple, while he's at it.]
... If you do decide to do something, you cannot tell Harrow before you do. It's- she can't feel that blood on her hands. I'll soak mine for you, but I'm scared for her. Tell her after, if you insist on your fucking stupid, idiotic, hateful plan. We'll both help with whatever you need, cover the best we can, but she can't know before.
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And I want to know who you plan to try and goad. If - and this better be a fucking big if - you do attempt that.
It is a stupid, idiotic, hateful plan. [ gu yun agrees, dryly. he does not need to echo the fact that molly had the same exact plan, because, well, that's why they're here, isn't it?
but. he shifts over fully on his side, turning in towards him and scooting a little closer to catch each word. ]
...Mahito. I think it's likely that he's killed someone here before - I think in the week with Luca, Vlad and Steven. Don't know which, but he matched a few pieces of evidence. I also know that he's easy to goad, especially if he feels threatened, and I am very good at goading.
.... Tell me you didn't have the exact same plan. Please.
[ he's -- he's trying not to laugh, and then, as molly starts calling him names the pfft bursts out of his mouth, and he's laughing like an asshole, because this is unbelievably stupid. ]
Douman, as this was-- a few weeks ago. Though Mahito's name has crossed my path now several times as a dangerous individual. I was told explicitly not to goad him.
[truly just two halves of the same idiot card.]
... I'll hate you, if you do this. I'll be terrified.
So was I, which is precisely why it was the first choice of plan.
[ (gy voice) how bout i do it anyway
but, no. the last part makes him soften, a bit, and he looks up, the best he can. he really can't see anything besides molly, right now - his features are blurry at the edges, even up this close, but he can at least look, still. while he can. through the liuli glass, if he forces it. ]
I have no intention of failing the task, if I set out to do it. [ his wish is too important for that. his home needs him. gu yun can't show weakness, and gu yun can't die here, not when great liang needs its marquis of order.
... but even more than that, it's just steel resolve as a whole. i won't die. it's not just his return home depending on him to be safe, anymore. it's harrow. it's wrath. it's molly. ] ...I'm usually the type to act first, and ask for forgiveness later, so perhaps I'll mind my conscious and apologize in advance, for terrifying you, if I do.
You won't be careful at all, which is exactly the problem.
[if he's forcing himself to look at molly, the expression isn't nearly as soft in return, but it's more - just. worry. fear. it smooths out after a moment.]
Fuck you. I'll do what I can. I mean it I'll just-- whatever I can. Just ... don't leave me behind, alright?
[ gu yun nods, serious. his expression's not really soft, either - determination, maybe, and resolve, the grit that's kept him going his whole life long. ]
I promised I wouldn't. I won't. [ no man left behind. he remembers it, from the very first week they met - how quickly, things have evolved, since then. how easy it is to become attached to someone, isn't it?
for a moment, he seems to be thoughtful, deciding. if his vision and sight run out tomorrow, that means he won't be in his own room. it means trusting someone else - means factors that are slightly out of his control.
... ]
Sure. [ he ultimately decides, shifting a little to move his arm up under his head, propping himself up a bit. trusting people with this, with himself, is such a new, terrifying concept, but with molly, it's - he's willing to close his eyes and let it go. ] ... I can stay.
[Seems the horrible bits are done then. Putting them in a grave to rest for now then. molly just relaxes a little - probably more than visibly, he fucking sighs out like he's been holding his breath for a week and just pulls in closer, winding an arm over gu yun's waist.]
... Why are we in my room. Yours is empty. Stupid.
Likely because we're fools, as has been previously proven. [ this is very dry, and comes with a soft huff of a laugh, and, as molly ends up pulling in closer, he does the same, closing the distance between them to scoot into the offered space. something feels a little lighter, after all of that. ]
Could get up and go. [ says gu yun, who makes zero effort or attempt at getting up. ] Though, at this rate, if Yuri's shocked that I'm here, then he's the one who needs his eyes checked.
A room with a view. [ haha get it he's gonna be blind in like 12 hours
anyway. he's hopping up, actually, and offers a hand to molly to pull him up, too, grinning. like this, it's impossible to tell that anything's off - just the same old zixi, mischievous and high spirited and as playful as ever. ] Race you there.
i hope yuri sees them go bolting out of the room at 100mph for no good reason. gu yun shouts a liangese swear and is immediately tearing after him!!!!
he's also absolutely withholding his phone from opening his door, dancing out of the way like a little shit and using it to pop the door open properly to tumble through only after like thirty seconds of completely ridiculous keepaway between two grown ass men. a grown ass man and a grown ass (?) tiefling
[Mostly grown? Grown enough. If pressed he'd say there's probably 18 to 20 years of growing he's forgotten but it's fine. Grown tiefling. He's laughing, or actually just giggling madly at the phone keepaway, trying only halfheartedly to grab it from him, scrabbling with claws and trying to grapple flying limbs - but once the door is open he's ducking into the room and just immediately shedding clothes.]
he snorts from where he's already toed out of his and ducks underneath molly's arm, grinning raucous and bright at him, and never too far away. too much fabric makes it harder to see, anyhow, and that remark has gu yun bark a delighted laugh as he's shedding his upper layers, and then ducking back into his space - ] Shut up, not the kind of dirty I'm into - [ and fisting his hands in the front of his stupid, open shirt to pull him down for a kiss. there's that nice loft but they can get there in a second.
don't wear your shoes in the house its forbidden but not the sexy kind!! what a dumb, delightful joke. dammit. ]
[grinning right back at him, already starting to lean down to start undoing the 1200 laces on his boots (why does he simply not just wear more easily removed shoes to trial? the world may never know) when he's grabbed - quickly distracted from anything else by that, arms going around that slim waist and pulling him closer, claws tight at the back of his robe.]
[ this is why they kept the boots on, actually, because it was annoying
this is so different from earlier in the week, in ways that aren't easily explained. it's just. it feels lighter. stupider, definitely, but maybe that's the point. fuck these stupid boots, actually, right now gu yun doesn't care - for the moment, he just tightens his grip on his shirt and holds molly there, then draws his hands up and wraps them around his shoulders, instead. forget about the trial, forget about the week to come, forget about the medicine. for just a little while, someone who never stops thinking just wants to stop, attention laser focused on molly, instead. normally, he might drop down and offer to help with those boots (because that's the reason you get on your knees in front of someone, sure) but right now, that feels too far away.
eventually, muffled, against his mouth - a little louder than it should be, really, because he can't police his volume hardly at all: ] Upstairs. [ if they can even make it that far. 🔔🔔 ]
[ we love you pride (?) this is what happens when you have two stupid boys left for your team
anyway. that whole no thoughts thing? yeah. really feeling that right now. if his vision and sight are any worse than they were several (and i mean several) hours ago he's sure as fuck not paying attention to it, half tucked against molly's side in bed, eyes closed, for once feeling rather boneless. (heh)
lazily, from where he's settled, like a contented cat. ] Well. I heard you. [ so there's that ]
[an equally contented cat, tail wrapped around one of gu yun's ankles as always, nails drawing nonsense patterns on whatever skin he can easily reach. he huffs a laugh at that, grinning broadly.]
I stand by everything I said, even though I don't remember most of it.
[ even after all of that, the gentle, lazy stroke of molly's clawed nails gives him goosebumps. the benefit of his senses being out, really, is that everything feels so much. the comment gets a laugh, soft and a little sleepy.
... it reminds him of something, though, so. he scoots a bit closer to molly, turning his head so it'll be a little easier to hear. ]
...I think I have an idea, for how to deal with the next week, in terms of communicating. I'll need your help with it, though. Actually - with a couple of things.
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[Pressing a kiss to his temple, while he's at it.]
... If you do decide to do something, you cannot tell Harrow before you do. It's- she can't feel that blood on her hands. I'll soak mine for you, but I'm scared for her. Tell her after, if you insist on your fucking stupid, idiotic, hateful plan. We'll both help with whatever you need, cover the best we can, but she can't know before.
[...]
And I want to know who you plan to try and goad. If - and this better be a fucking big if - you do attempt that.
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but. he shifts over fully on his side, turning in towards him and scooting a little closer to catch each word. ]
...Mahito. I think it's likely that he's killed someone here before - I think in the week with Luca, Vlad and Steven. Don't know which, but he matched a few pieces of evidence. I also know that he's easy to goad, especially if he feels threatened, and I am very good at goading.
[ its like his number one talent actually ]
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We-- Really are the same fucking idiot, aren't we?
[fantasy jesus christ.]
This is-- Fucking stupid. Idiot! Idiot, idiot, moron. Fool.
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[ he's -- he's trying not to laugh, and then, as molly starts calling him names the pfft bursts out of his mouth, and he's laughing like an asshole, because this is unbelievably stupid. ]
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[truly just two halves of the same idiot card.]
... I'll hate you, if you do this. I'll be terrified.
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[ (gy voice) how bout i do it anyway
but, no. the last part makes him soften, a bit, and he looks up, the best he can. he really can't see anything besides molly, right now - his features are blurry at the edges, even up this close, but he can at least look, still. while he can. through the liuli glass, if he forces it. ]
I have no intention of failing the task, if I set out to do it. [ his wish is too important for that. his home needs him. gu yun can't show weakness, and gu yun can't die here, not when great liang needs its marquis of order.
... but even more than that, it's just steel resolve as a whole. i won't die. it's not just his return home depending on him to be safe, anymore. it's harrow. it's wrath. it's molly. ] ...I'm usually the type to act first, and ask for forgiveness later, so perhaps I'll mind my conscious and apologize in advance, for terrifying you, if I do.
I'll be careful. [ ... ] That I can promise.
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[if he's forcing himself to look at molly, the expression isn't nearly as soft in return, but it's more - just. worry. fear. it smooths out after a moment.]
Fuck you. I'll do what I can. I mean it I'll just-- whatever I can. Just ... don't leave me behind, alright?
[And then he huffs.]
Can you stay here, tonight?
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I promised I wouldn't. I won't. [ no man left behind. he remembers it, from the very first week they met - how quickly, things have evolved, since then. how easy it is to become attached to someone, isn't it?
for a moment, he seems to be thoughtful, deciding. if his vision and sight run out tomorrow, that means he won't be in his own room. it means trusting someone else - means factors that are slightly out of his control.
... ]
Sure. [ he ultimately decides, shifting a little to move his arm up under his head, propping himself up a bit. trusting people with this, with himself, is such a new, terrifying concept, but with molly, it's - he's willing to close his eyes and let it go. ] ... I can stay.
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[Seems the horrible bits are done then. Putting them in a grave to rest for now then. molly just relaxes a little - probably more than visibly, he fucking sighs out like he's been holding his breath for a week and just pulls in closer, winding an arm over gu yun's waist.]
... Why are we in my room. Yours is empty. Stupid.
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Could get up and go. [ says gu yun, who makes zero effort or attempt at getting up. ] Though, at this rate, if Yuri's shocked that I'm here, then he's the one who needs his eyes checked.
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[zing]
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So. My room then?
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[actually sitting up?]
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A room with a view. [ haha get it he's gonna be blind in like 12 hours
anyway. he's hopping up, actually, and offers a hand to molly to pull him up, too, grinning. like this, it's impossible to tell that anything's off - just the same old zixi, mischievous and high spirited and as playful as ever. ] Race you there.
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i hope yuri sees them go bolting out of the room at 100mph for no good reason. gu yun shouts a liangese swear and is immediately tearing after him!!!!
he's also absolutely withholding his phone from opening his door, dancing out of the way like a little shit and using it to pop the door open properly to tumble through only after like thirty seconds of completely ridiculous keepaway between two grown ass men. a grown ass man and a grown ass (?) tiefling
might as well lean into being stupid ]
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Oh-- You want the boots on?
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he snorts from where he's already toed out of his and ducks underneath molly's arm, grinning raucous and bright at him, and never too far away. too much fabric makes it harder to see, anyhow, and that remark has gu yun bark a delighted laugh as he's shedding his upper layers, and then ducking back into his space - ] Shut up, not the kind of dirty I'm into - [ and fisting his hands in the front of his stupid, open shirt to pull him down for a kiss. there's that nice loft but they can get there in a second.
don't wear your shoes in the house its forbidden but not the sexy kind!! what a dumb, delightful joke. dammit. ]
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this is so different from earlier in the week, in ways that aren't easily explained. it's just. it feels lighter. stupider, definitely, but maybe that's the point. fuck these stupid boots, actually, right now gu yun doesn't care - for the moment, he just tightens his grip on his shirt and holds molly there, then draws his hands up and wraps them around his shoulders, instead. forget about the trial, forget about the week to come, forget about the medicine. for just a little while, someone who never stops thinking just wants to stop, attention laser focused on molly, instead. normally, he might drop down and offer to help with those boots (because that's the reason you get on your knees in front of someone, sure) but right now, that feels too far away.
eventually, muffled, against his mouth - a little louder than it should be, really, because he can't police his volume hardly at all: ] Upstairs. [ if they can even make it that far. 🔔🔔 ]
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and probably after a bit
🔔🔔
pride is getting no sleep tonight, despite all his efforts to regrow his head probably]
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anyway. that whole no thoughts thing? yeah. really feeling that right now. if his vision and sight are any worse than they were several (and i mean several) hours ago he's sure as fuck not paying attention to it, half tucked against molly's side in bed, eyes closed, for once feeling rather boneless. (heh)
lazily, from where he's settled, like a contented cat. ] Well. I heard you. [ so there's that ]
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I stand by everything I said, even though I don't remember most of it.
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... it reminds him of something, though, so. he scoots a bit closer to molly, turning his head so it'll be a little easier to hear. ]
...I think I have an idea, for how to deal with the next week, in terms of communicating. I'll need your help with it, though. Actually - with a couple of things.
Do you still have tattoo ink?
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