[ ...once again, that unfailing kindness, that jiaoqiu fails to obscure behind his cunning.
jing yuan glances out the window, though there isn't much to see. (the darkness is perfectly fine, too.) he does not steep long, or deep in thought. ]
...He's been favoring his right too much, with the new sword he's been practicing with.
[ it's an offhanded remark, as if he cannot even muster the energy to really consider his young retainer. the boy who is the closest thing he has to family. ]
[ another long silence. this doesn't sit right. it feels wrong to leave it like this. for someone he's known for much of his long life, for someone who has lived a life so much more than his own. there is nothing you can do to save someone who wants to throw themselves into the boiling broth so badly.
jing yuan isn't his general - he has his faults, like any man. there were two purposes for the yaoqing's arrival on the luofu, and one of them had been feixiao's drive to see if jing yuan was even still fit. he was, she'd told jiaoqiu in private. her respect for him was clear. and - jiaoqiu has never thought much about whether or not they're friends, over these past years. he's never had to. but he thinks about earlier this week. the compassion he was shown, when admitting a weakness. the warmth he still had. what happened?
he'll never know. he just has to accept the decision that is being made. that's something he's always had difficulty with. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally. weary. it's the affection that has been spilling over all week that prompts him to say the rest. ]
... Good luck with whatever comes next, General. I have always believed in you. That won't change.
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jing yuan glances out the window, though there isn't much to see. (the darkness is perfectly fine, too.) he does not steep long, or deep in thought. ]
...He's been favoring his right too much, with the new sword he's been practicing with.
[ it's an offhanded remark, as if he cannot even muster the energy to really consider his young retainer. the boy who is the closest thing he has to family. ]
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jing yuan isn't his general - he has his faults, like any man. there were two purposes for the yaoqing's arrival on the luofu, and one of them had been feixiao's drive to see if jing yuan was even still fit. he was, she'd told jiaoqiu in private. her respect for him was clear. and - jiaoqiu has never thought much about whether or not they're friends, over these past years. he's never had to. but he thinks about earlier this week. the compassion he was shown, when admitting a weakness. the warmth he still had. what happened?
he'll never know. he just has to accept the decision that is being made. that's something he's always had difficulty with. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally. weary. it's the affection that has been spilling over all week that prompts him to say the rest. ]
... Good luck with whatever comes next, General. I have always believed in you. That won't change.