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[Death is not what Harlan thought it would be. Hoped, even. Ianthe had told him that he would be conscious, but... It's like his mind has sunken into itself and exploded into endlessness all at once. Where is his body? There's pain, distant and bright and grounding, but it slips through him and flitters away if he tries to grab hold of it. He is nothing, and he is all that is left.
Or is he? He feels... something. Someone? He's not sure, but he tries like hell to reach for it.]
Where—? [Can you hyperventilate without lungs?] How long...?
[Does this last? Have I been here? Until I wake up? The question falls apart into an overlap of frantic voices.]
Or is he? He feels... something. Someone? He's not sure, but he tries like hell to reach for it.]
Where—? [Can you hyperventilate without lungs?] How long...?
[Does this last? Have I been here? Until I wake up? The question falls apart into an overlap of frantic voices.]
Yeah. Who you 'sweet talking?'
Ready to try pussy?
Ready to try pussy?
His name is Wesley. I've heard he runs the library.
Who did you get?
Who did you get?
...Holy shit. [ He murmurs just at the shine and the weight of it in his hands. The rich color and daint details, the solidity of it in his palm as he lifts it to the light, make it feel like a souvenir in someone's dusty office--the kind of thing his dad would chide out of his hands if he got caught snooping it out of a draw or off a shelf when someone wasn't looking.
[ It's not big enough to do his hair with, which means (if he trusts his memory of grandma's things or the buns of ladies with slower jobs around town) that this is an ornament. The kind of things girls put in their hair--or that Jin Guangyao might. His cheek color deeper, lips going dry as Jin Guangyao explainst, and Quentin sputters. ]
His intended? You mean like--?
[ It's not big enough to do his hair with, which means (if he trusts his memory of grandma's things or the buns of ladies with slower jobs around town) that this is an ornament. The kind of things girls put in their hair--or that Jin Guangyao might. His cheek color deeper, lips going dry as Jin Guangyao explainst, and Quentin sputters. ]
His intended? You mean like--?
[ While it's only Quentin's second rodeo here in Rubilykskoye, dying is old, unsavory hat at this point. His death was easy this time around, his struggle with reviving more disorientation and nausea than the pain. He's reaching out for others--maybe Jin Guangyao, maybe Felipe--and Harlan comes to him easy.
[ Like an exhale, something to follow down: ] Take it easy. It might be a while.
[ Like an exhale, something to follow down: ] Take it easy. It might be a while.
[ Oh, Wesley. His heart sinks, first because he knows that if Nancy gets it in her head to do this, the guy doesn't stand a chance--and secondly that he would assume Nancy would do this. ]
Aristaeus, who is way out of my league
if I was going to do this, I mean
it would take some ingenuity
Aristaeus, who is way out of my league
if I was going to do this, I mean
it would take some ingenuity
Yeah, yeah. Your optimism is cute.
[ There's a long pause. Then: ]
Which part?
[ There's a long pause. Then: ]
Which part?
[it isn't a delicate enough piece to be worn by a woman, though the addition of the dried flowers beneath that layer of resin was certainly a choice he deliberated over before ultimately choosing to include them. the artisan who performed the work had been diligent and attentive to each detail of the request; now, watching Quentin's artless expression as he admires his gift, Jin Guangyao feels it was the right decision.
his smile dimples a little at that incomplete question. with a soft, reassuring laugh, he squeezes Quentin's shoulder and the slope of his neck once, then smooths his fingers across his skin.] Please be at ease, [he cuts in kindly. watching Quentin's eyes for a moment, he purses his lips, then carefully broaches a subject he's been politely sidestepping up until now.] Bao bei, I know I am not the only one in your heart. I--[a pause, considering his words,]--only wish for you to know that your place in mine is secure.
[a love confession, even if he seems to hesitate over saying the words. he traces his touch along Quentin's neck, an affectionate touch with no ulterior motive except to share affection, and closeness. Jin Guangyao's dark eyes are warm, his expression soft.]
his smile dimples a little at that incomplete question. with a soft, reassuring laugh, he squeezes Quentin's shoulder and the slope of his neck once, then smooths his fingers across his skin.] Please be at ease, [he cuts in kindly. watching Quentin's eyes for a moment, he purses his lips, then carefully broaches a subject he's been politely sidestepping up until now.] Bao bei, I know I am not the only one in your heart. I--[a pause, considering his words,]--only wish for you to know that your place in mine is secure.
[a love confession, even if he seems to hesitate over saying the words. he traces his touch along Quentin's neck, an affectionate touch with no ulterior motive except to share affection, and closeness. Jin Guangyao's dark eyes are warm, his expression soft.]
How much do you want me to answer that? On your birthday?
well I wish I'd seen you instead of him
I was looking for Wesley, Petre got into my head to be a weird dick about sth so I wanted to check in
the guy was tall, dark hair, dark eyes, big alpha male energy
no offense, but not the kind of person I usu expect to see there
I was looking for Wesley, Petre got into my head to be a weird dick about sth so I wanted to check in
the guy was tall, dark hair, dark eyes, big alpha male energy
no offense, but not the kind of person I usu expect to see there
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