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[personal profile] rootstalks 2020-06-03 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She glances up, and caught up in his pride, beams helplessly back. ]

Well... [ He ought to tell it, but she doesn't mind setting up the story. It's helping her stave off her own despair, though it still lurks, like dark clouds on the horizon. But for now, she can look back at her son, and give him a teasing smile. ] We were holding up all sorts of things. Scrolls, brushes, food, jewelry, and you ignored all of them. I'll admit I was getting a little worried...
fairyherder: manhua (5xMBTbc)

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-06-07 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite the fact that he would rather do anything but move, he feels like he's already been clinging a little too much to his mother, feels a little guilty for acting like a child. so he pulls away a little after a moment, resolutely not crying or sniffling anymore, but definitely listening to what they're talking about, eyes a little wide without his consent. ]

Ah...

[ he glances down at his Suihua on the ground... ]
disasterstraight: and swim in them (gonna have a tower full of gold coins)

[personal profile] disasterstraight 2020-06-07 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zixuan follows the direction of A-Ling's glance and nods enthusiastically like the dumb nerd he secretly is, deep down inside. ]

Yes! The only thing that interested you was Suihua. [ He beams at Yanli, remembering that morning. It wasn't long enough ago for him to feel nostalgic over it, but with A-Ling here, being a teenager, it feels worthy of remembrance. ] It was my proudest moment. I knew then that you would grow to follow in my footsteps.

[ He pauses, his smile faltering slightly. He just never could have predicted that he wouldn't be there to leave footsteps for Jin Ling to follow in. ]
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[personal profile] rootstalks 2020-06-07 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her voice stays at a confidential volume for a moment. ] He didn't stop smiling all day, telling everyone who came by, "Just try and guess what our son chose!"...

[ It really is a strange thing to speak of with nostalgia, being so recent, but that just compounds the emotion. Like speaking into the future, except the future is sitting in front of her, eyes wide, with canine ears pricked forward. She reaches out and takes his hand, now he's pulled away... then reconsiders, and, on a whim, reaches up to tap his nose. ]

We should continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable, perhaps?
fairyherder: manhua (16-1)

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-06-09 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ his dad is a nerd. it's now a fact even Jin Ling knows.

following in his footsteps, though... he remembers very little of what others told him as a child, but he always wanted to be a cultivator, regardless of the rigorous training Jiujiu put him through for it.

he watches his parent as they speak, the sad, wistful smiles and it's a wonder he doesn't crumple up again at it, mostly because he doesn't know how to hold all these emotions. and then he startles slightly as his mother taps his nose, hands coming up to cover it as he instantly goes entirely red with embarrassment and a strange sort of childish giddiness on the inside that is translated into a squeak, ears perking before laying flat on his head in embarrassment. ]


N-niang...!
Edited 2020-06-09 09:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] disasterstraight 2020-06-09 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zixuan is a nerd. And he continues to be a nerd as he beams at the sight of Yanli being affectionate with A-Ling. It had been an important stepping stone in their relationship, when she had finally felt comfortable enough with him to be similarly affectionate, during their private moments. Seeing how easily she falls into it with their son...

This world may be wrong in a lot of ways, but this? This is right.

At the suggestion from his wife, Zixuan gathers himself and his sword, standing from the bench, holding a hand behind his back as he looks around the square they have found themselves in and tries to place it on the map in his mind, figuring out how to get back to the apartment where he had been staying. ]


Yes, let's retire to somewhere more private. I have been using some rooms we can go back to.

[ With his free hand, he reaches out to help Yanli up. ]
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[personal profile] rootstalks 2020-06-20 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She'd say he reacts just like she'd expect someone raised by a-Cheng, but that would be reducing the complexity of what she feels to see him recoil in harmless embarrassment. The dog ears don't help, so cute yet out-of-place that she has to bite down a laugh as not to make him even more self-conscious.

When Zixuan reaches for her, it's a good distraction to that effect. The motion of being moved is easy with repeated practice; she takes her place beside him with a murmured thanks. Her robes get a quick dust-off once she's stood, and she takes a steadying breath. ]


That's good. You haven't been here long, then?

[ She's not going to fix a-Ling's robes, but she wants to. ]
fairyherder: manhua (Y7cBuVo)

[personal profile] fairyherder 2020-06-25 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he can see his mother's tries to not laugh at him, though it doesn't feel bad, just embarrassing. it's not at all like when his fellow Jin clan juniors are laughing at his expense.

it's the opposite and he's not sure how to parse that, because he can't be mad, just flush harder and try to not think about how his tail is wagging at gods. he looks down as his father helps his mother up and moves a little to the side to pat his robes down and school his embarrassment down to manageable levels.

he's not sure why he wants to cry again, he's. he's happy okay. leave him alone. ]
disasterstraight: (just had a whopper and fries)

[personal profile] disasterstraight 2020-06-26 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There. They're all stood and straightened out and ready to move. Zixuan begins to walk, setting a slow, easy pace through the quiet nighttime streets. ]

Not long. Only a day or two. There is a night hunt going on outside the city. It is there, that I ran into A-Ling.

[ He won't go into the details of how they'd run into each other, with Jin Ling curled up in a ball, crying. He'll spare his son at least that dignity. Silently, he shoots A-Ling a look over Yanli's head, a soft, quiet smile and nod. That business stays between them. ]