[ curiosity gets the better of him, indeed - once he touches, he lifts what would be a long piece of her hair and lets it pool over his fingers, examining the texture. it's... fascinating, the flow of it like ziliujin, catching the light beautifully.
also, the kiss thing? rude!! we will see about that. ]
[ very honest! he'll keep running it through his fingers, slowly, just for the sensation of it, so unique to anything - to his sensitive, ever chilly fingertips, it's especially pleasing, both in texture and in warmth. ]
...Your hands, too - they're less than they were yesterday. [ less. less fire, anyway. he can't reach out and touch them, right now, considering. ]
You vanished and I got really pissed. [is her explanation. she doesn't seem to mind him touching, if only because she doesn't seem like she feels like moving much.] It's not always like this.
it reminds him of a letter, he received once, a long time ago, from a fussy chang geng, at a moment where gu yun thought he might die. he's so used to being infallible, unbreakable, that he sort of expects others just to agree with the fact that he'll be fine, because that's what happens normally - to have someone worry over him is still a novel concept.
between wrath and molly, it's... it's a little humanizing, in ways that nothing's really humanized him in much of his life. ]
Mn. [ the noise is quiet, agreeing. he keeps stroking his fingers through her hair, shifting over the best he can closer, and pulling a longer strand up - to press a gentle kiss to her hair where it's rolling over his knuckles. ] ...I know.
It must be tiring to expend. [ to expend the energy, even if it's not on purpose. like utilizing ziliujin - iron armor always needs a cool down. that would make sense to her exhaustion, too. ]
[she refuses to remove the hood, which makes it sort of awkward to curl closer to him, but she tries anyway.]
It'll - probably be back to normal tomorrow. I think. [she hates being unsure. she hates being - vulnerable.] It's, uh. It's never...
[...]
It'll be fine. You have a trial to worry about tomorrow, and you have to a grow a whole-ass entire hand back, so let's not worry about me. Do you want to tell me what the fuck happened? Because I don't know where you went.
he. gets it. gu yun gets it, he gets wanting to run from that. he gets how vulnerability makes you feel, weak and miserable when you're supposed to be infallible and unbreakable. it's why he was so cagey at the beginning of the week. it'll be normal tomorrow. i'll be fine tomorrow.
he takes a breath. listens to the way wrath slides away from the matter at hand. ]
I'll tell you what you want to know, though I'll be stuck with this claw for who knows how long, and I'll worry about the trial when the trial comes. [ ...
slowly, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position, and stands up, walking over towards his closet. this probably won't help in terms of being vulnerable, but. ]
I found something, when I was there. [ gu yun nudges the closet door open, and leans down. there's a soft noise. a damn it. followed by a muttered, aiya, followed by another swear or two. please this fucking HAND
but, eventually, he successfully manages to get whatever he's digging out of his closet up, and gu yun returns to the bed, sitting cross legged, and... carefully holding in his lap, a wizard's hat. ]
oh, it takes - it takes all the breath out of her lungs. she'd been about ready to sit up to protest him moving around, but she forgets all about that the second she sees the hat. she scrambles up to a sitting position and her hood falls back - she's. different looking, a little less humanoid than before. it seems like it's receding a bit, like she's slowly reverting, based on the way that her skin is slowly patching over the lava on her neck, but.
she doesn't seem to notice, her hair flickering and burning bright as she stares down at the hat.]
his reaction stays off of his face, for the most part, but gu yun's clever, as sharp as a tack and ever observant. he notices, watches the skin returning, watches wrath become more like the wrath he's seen before - this form is wild and different, but, right now, he's more interested in the way that it's receding.
there's a dawning sense of importance. a sense of self, something far bigger than the item he's holding, and suddenly, gu yun remembers the figure, too. the rest of the gifts they returned with. that sense of sentiment that came with them both, how deeply important a trinket like this felt. his instincts were right, and if it's affecting wrath like this, then...
...that's something to ponder on later, though. for now, gu yun has to shift, and nudges the hat out of his lap towards her instead of picking it up, in hopes of not fucking dropping it again and ruining a Moment. take it. it's yours. ]
[she takes the hat like it's the most important thing she's ever held - like it means more than anything in the world. gingerly, carefully, she runs her fingers over the fabric, seeming a little lost. it takes a moment.
liquid lava gathers at the corners of her eyes. spills down, slow.]
[ you know how gu yun is like, generally really cool, and really composed. he's the kind of person who doesn't ever seem to lose that for more than a second.
that completely disappears and the look on his face is one of sheer, brief panic when there are tears she is CRYING oh god HE KNOWS THEY'RE HAPPY TEARS, BUT ALSO, these are real, serious emotions, and she's crying and he totally beefs it right at the finish line. ]
- I - of course. It's yours, I'm just. Glad I could get it back to you. Sorry it wasn't yesterday, I. Hand and all.
[she - hiccups, and then laughs, reaching up to wipe her face.]
You have - absolutely no grace whatsoever, but it's fine. [another hiccupy giggle. she pulls the hood back up. retreats, a little.] Calm down, bud, you're going to give yourself a conniption.
Who's having a conniption, here? [ shut up!!!! HE'S EMBARRASSED, ears a little red and all. jeez!!! how do you help someone who is crying tears of lava. what do you even do with that. gu yun hasn't cried since he was being dunked into a pond face first by his father!
but. he huffs, clearing his throat, and settles back in to where he was sitting, pulling his legs up onto the bed. ] ...I imagine that means everything else we found must be relevant to you all, too. There were four objects - Childe's novel, the hat, the blanket - [ a beat. oh. they better get that back from vlad's stuff, hm. ] - and a small figurine of some sort of warrior.
At least that's one brought to it's rightful home, though. [ there's a pause, and he smiles a little more, softening a bit. ] - For as horrible as it's been to be sharing these glimpses of our pasts all over the place, I'm quite glad I was the one who was able to see one of yours.
[ so he could bring back the hat to the hands it rightfully belongs to, at least. ]
[you are having a conniption, gu yun, you dorklord.
she's quiet for a moment, and then:]
You should try to return the other things to the others. The - uh, the three of you now, I guess. [...] Hold on.
[she gently places the hat to the side, and then pulls what seems to be a hairpin out of her sleeve. it looks like a peach blossom. carefully, she sets it in his lap so he won't drop it.]
[ the unflappable gu yun swayed by people he cares about crying
anyway. he's nodding along, trying to think through of who they could possibly belong to - short of bringing them to each avatar in turn like a cat, which seems silly but possible - when wrath pulls that out. gu yun blinks, a little surprised, looking down at it.
... ] Shì... [ and then pauses, his expression changing, from a genuine surprise into something a little gentler, warmer at the corners of his eyes. ] ...A peach blossom spring.
[ gu yun ducks his head away, for a moment, with a bit of a huff, the tips of his ears a little red. ] Perhaps you'll help me put it on?
[she's hidden under the hood, but she nods. carefully, she brings the pin up, and tucks his hair back behind his ear. pinning his hair back very gently, she makes sure that it's comfortable and not pulling at anything, and - he'll feel a warmth rush through him.
he'll instinctively know that while he is wearing this pin, he'll be able to reflect any ability that hits him, if he so chooses. it will also send that same rush of warmth through him every time he puts it on.]
[ as he processes that, gu yun holds still, eyes closed. it comes back to that feeling again - wrath’s easy admission of “let me spoil you” a few days ago that even now feels a little odd. the warmth maybe isn’t from just the pin and the power within it.
there’s a pause, and then, asking a little ruefully, as he looks over his shoulder- ] Am I still in time out?
Technically yes! [but. she pushes her hood back just enough for him to be able to see the bottom half of her face, if he really wants to kiss her. it's still like that lava look from earlier, but she'll let him decide if he wants to.]
he’s got to lean over to do it- it’s not perfectly graceful, considering his center of balance is off, but, there’s no hesitation when gu yun leans over to give her a smooch. ]
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[huff. he's allowed to touch, though. it's warm, and glowing slightly. she's quiet for a minute, and then:]
Uh, no. [... and???]
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[ curiosity gets the better of him, indeed - once he touches, he lifts what would be a long piece of her hair and lets it pool over his fingers, examining the texture. it's... fascinating, the flow of it like ziliujin, catching the light beautifully.
also, the kiss thing? rude!! we will see about that. ]
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Also no. [dodgy...]
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[ very honest! he'll keep running it through his fingers, slowly, just for the sensation of it, so unique to anything - to his sensitive, ever chilly fingertips, it's especially pleasing, both in texture and in warmth. ]
...Your hands, too - they're less than they were yesterday. [ less. less fire, anyway. he can't reach out and touch them, right now, considering. ]
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You vanished and I got really pissed. [is her explanation. she doesn't seem to mind him touching, if only because she doesn't seem like she feels like moving much.] It's not always like this.
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it reminds him of a letter, he received once, a long time ago, from a fussy chang geng, at a moment where gu yun thought he might die. he's so used to being infallible, unbreakable, that he sort of expects others just to agree with the fact that he'll be fine, because that's what happens normally - to have someone worry over him is still a novel concept.
between wrath and molly, it's... it's a little humanizing, in ways that nothing's really humanized him in much of his life. ]
Mn. [ the noise is quiet, agreeing. he keeps stroking his fingers through her hair, shifting over the best he can closer, and pulling a longer strand up - to press a gentle kiss to her hair where it's rolling over his knuckles. ] ...I know.
It must be tiring to expend. [ to expend the energy, even if it's not on purpose. like utilizing ziliujin - iron armor always needs a cool down. that would make sense to her exhaustion, too. ]
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It'll - probably be back to normal tomorrow. I think. [she hates being unsure. she hates being - vulnerable.] It's, uh. It's never...
[...]
It'll be fine. You have a trial to worry about tomorrow, and you have to a grow a whole-ass entire hand back, so let's not worry about me. Do you want to tell me what the fuck happened? Because I don't know where you went.
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he. gets it. gu yun gets it, he gets wanting to run from that. he gets how vulnerability makes you feel, weak and miserable when you're supposed to be infallible and unbreakable. it's why he was so cagey at the beginning of the week. it'll be normal tomorrow. i'll be fine tomorrow.
he takes a breath. listens to the way wrath slides away from the matter at hand. ]
I'll tell you what you want to know, though I'll be stuck with this claw for who knows how long, and I'll worry about the trial when the trial comes. [ ...
slowly, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position, and stands up, walking over towards his closet. this probably won't help in terms of being vulnerable, but. ]
I found something, when I was there. [ gu yun nudges the closet door open, and leans down. there's a soft noise. a damn it. followed by a muttered, aiya, followed by another swear or two. please this fucking HAND
but, eventually, he successfully manages to get whatever he's digging out of his closet up, and gu yun returns to the bed, sitting cross legged, and... carefully holding in his lap, a wizard's hat. ]
I think it might be yours.
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oh, it takes - it takes all the breath out of her lungs. she'd been about ready to sit up to protest him moving around, but she forgets all about that the second she sees the hat. she scrambles up to a sitting position and her hood falls back - she's. different looking, a little less humanoid than before. it seems like it's receding a bit, like she's slowly reverting, based on the way that her skin is slowly patching over the lava on her neck, but.
she doesn't seem to notice, her hair flickering and burning bright as she stares down at the hat.]
It - yes. [she says, dragging in a deep breath.]
ill do a limb loss, it'll be fun, i said.
his reaction stays off of his face, for the most part, but gu yun's clever, as sharp as a tack and ever observant. he notices, watches the skin returning, watches wrath become more like the wrath he's seen before - this form is wild and different, but, right now, he's more interested in the way that it's receding.
there's a dawning sense of importance. a sense of self, something far bigger than the item he's holding, and suddenly, gu yun remembers the figure, too. the rest of the gifts they returned with. that sense of sentiment that came with them both, how deeply important a trinket like this felt. his instincts were right, and if it's affecting wrath like this, then...
...that's something to ponder on later, though. for now, gu yun has to shift, and nudges the hat out of his lap towards her instead of picking it up, in hopes of not fucking dropping it again and ruining a Moment. take it. it's yours. ]
...Your brother's. Right? Here.
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liquid lava gathers at the corners of her eyes. spills down, slow.]
Thank you.
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that completely disappears and the look on his face is one of sheer, brief panic when there are tears she is CRYING oh god HE KNOWS THEY'RE HAPPY TEARS, BUT ALSO, these are real, serious emotions, and she's crying and he totally beefs it right at the finish line. ]
- I - of course. It's yours, I'm just. Glad I could get it back to you. Sorry it wasn't yesterday, I. Hand and all.
[ AAAAAAAAA ]
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You have - absolutely no grace whatsoever, but it's fine. [another hiccupy giggle. she pulls the hood back up. retreats, a little.] Calm down, bud, you're going to give yourself a conniption.
[sniff. she just pets the hat.]
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but. he huffs, clearing his throat, and settles back in to where he was sitting, pulling his legs up onto the bed. ] ...I imagine that means everything else we found must be relevant to you all, too. There were four objects - Childe's novel, the hat, the blanket - [ a beat. oh. they better get that back from vlad's stuff, hm. ] - and a small figurine of some sort of warrior.
At least that's one brought to it's rightful home, though. [ there's a pause, and he smiles a little more, softening a bit. ] - For as horrible as it's been to be sharing these glimpses of our pasts all over the place, I'm quite glad I was the one who was able to see one of yours.
[ so he could bring back the hat to the hands it rightfully belongs to, at least. ]
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she's quiet for a moment, and then:]
You should try to return the other things to the others. The - uh, the three of you now, I guess. [...] Hold on.
[she gently places the hat to the side, and then pulls what seems to be a hairpin out of her sleeve. it looks like a peach blossom. carefully, she sets it in his lap so he won't drop it.]
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anyway. he's nodding along, trying to think through of who they could possibly belong to - short of bringing them to each avatar in turn like a cat, which seems silly but possible - when wrath pulls that out. gu yun blinks, a little surprised, looking down at it.
... ] Shì... [ and then pauses, his expression changing, from a genuine surprise into something a little gentler, warmer at the corners of his eyes. ] ...A peach blossom spring.
[ gu yun ducks his head away, for a moment, with a bit of a huff, the tips of his ears a little red. ] Perhaps you'll help me put it on?
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he'll instinctively know that while he is wearing this pin, he'll be able to reflect any ability that hits him, if he so chooses. it will also send that same rush of warmth through him every time he puts it on.]
For returning the hat. [she murmurs.]
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there’s a pause, and then, asking a little ruefully, as he looks over his shoulder- ] Am I still in time out?
[ get back here, let him kiss you. ]
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Technically yes! [but. she pushes her hood back just enough for him to be able to see the bottom half of her face, if he really wants to kiss her. it's still like that lava look from earlier, but she'll let him decide if he wants to.]
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he’s got to lean over to do it- it’s not perfectly graceful, considering his center of balance is off, but, there’s no hesitation when gu yun leans over to give her a smooch. ]
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Spoiled and a monsterfucker. [she jokes, lightly.]
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closes his eyes and gives the most aggrieved sigh in the world, and then quips: ]
I'm on a journey of self discovery. [ stop ]