[ Jin Ling gets very still and quiet - uncharacteristicly - and stares into his half finished cup rather than look at Sizhui. He should be mad. He should be really mad, he thinks. But maybe because of that conversation with Hanguang-Jun, he finds he just feels empty instead. His heart has already been twisted through every feeling it could feel, today. He’s so tired.
Wen.
Of course Sizhui is a Wen.
Why couldn’t his life be simple, for once? It threw all his feelings that he’d been battling with into a sharp, jagged contrast: the kiss, Wen Ning, the ghost general, Wen Qing—
She had admonished him, for not looking at people beyond their family name, and here he was, wishing desperately that Sizhui was kidding, because he didn’t want to attach all the feelings that came with that family to the other boy. He couldn’t.
When the tear rolled down his cheek it actually surprised him - he was so sure he had none left. He quickly scrubbed it away. ]
And he just never told you?
[ Rough. Low. The only question he currently trusted himself with. ]
no subject
Wen.
Of course Sizhui is a Wen.
Why couldn’t his life be simple, for once? It threw all his feelings that he’d been battling with into a sharp, jagged contrast: the kiss, Wen Ning, the ghost general, Wen Qing—
She had admonished him, for not looking at people beyond their family name, and here he was, wishing desperately that Sizhui was kidding, because he didn’t want to attach all the feelings that came with that family to the other boy. He couldn’t.
When the tear rolled down his cheek it actually surprised him - he was so sure he had none left. He quickly scrubbed it away. ]
And he just never told you?
[ Rough. Low. The only question he currently trusted himself with. ]