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Jin “I’m not tsundere, you're tsundere!!” Ling ([personal profile] inheritedpain) wrote2020-01-18 01:48 am

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[personal profile] consignation 2020-02-27 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ he wants to yell about a lot of things, like. why would he be texting!! jin ling!! if he was DROWNING. and what FLOODS. and if he WAS drowning why would he want YOU to come HERE.

but he's very drunk.

so all he says is: ]


uyor a good boy alhng
you do good
yor good
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[personal profile] consignation 2020-02-27 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ jiang cheng's apartment is nebulously... packed?? there are boxes everywhere, things half thrown into them with no real rhyme or reason. jiang cheng's sitting back over where the booze stash jin ling might remember from their first night, empties scattered all about him. he's decided to drink all of wei wuxian's liquor in... revenge, or something.

he's not sure.

it doesn't matter anyway.

his whole life is a bad joke. ]


A-Ling...? That was... fast. Good. Good.

[ he takes another swig of something he doesn't taste, patting the space next to him on the floor invitingly. ]

Come drink. Then⁠— Then you can help me pack.
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[personal profile] consignation 2020-02-27 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
My Chroma's fine.

[ jiang cheng stares at his empty hands as though trying to parse where the bottle went, gaze slowly tracking from his hands to jin ling's own, then up to his nephew's face. he picks up another half-empty bottle instead, but doesn't drink from it yet. ]

Wei Wuxian left, so I⁠— Who needs... this, right? You should have a room. And other people... should have rooms. I'll... I'll get a new place, where people can come and go, and if there's enough... people, maybe I won't... Maybe they won't all⁠—

[ choking on his breath, jiang cheng hunches over himself with another hoarse sob, unable to quite form the words. ⁠—maybe they won't all leave me alone. An empty apartment is no different from the blood-soaked walkways of Lotus Pier.

jiang cheng always, always ends back up here again.

maybe he should make jin ling leave too.

the people around him are always in danger. they leave him one way or the other.

one way or the other. ]
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[personal profile] consignation 2020-02-28 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
No... No⁠— [ Rather than pull his hands away, Jiang Cheng turns them over in Jin Ling's to grip his nephew's hands in return. Even so, he doesn't quite meet Jin Ling's gaze. ]

Not him. Not... just him. I'm just⁠— I'm not enough, A-Ling. I'm not... for anyone. Not my mom, not my dad. A-Jie gets married, goes away. [ His gaze jerks up at that, briefly, remembering that she dies. He swallows against the lump in his throat, yanks hard on Jin Ling's hands so his nephew comes tumbling into his arms. ] Wei Wuxian's just... next down the list.

[ He tucks his cheek against the top of Jin Ling's head, shuts his eyes. ]

You'll probably find someone soon, too. I've barely gotten started with you and... Everyone leaves me in the end.
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[personal profile] consignation 2020-03-08 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jiang Cheng's head jerks up at those last words, ready to dismiss all of the boy's defense of him until those last words. He's said it before, but it's always felt in the context of someone else, another life Jiang Cheng had no way of connecting with, of breaking through to. Just a part of Jin Ling's life related to him only by association.

But this time, it follows Jin Ling telling Jiang Cheng he's not leaving, and that fact seizes him by the throat.

Letting out a sharp, pained breath, he holds Jin Ling tighter. He shouldn't commit Jin Ling to this. His nephew isn't much younger than him, but young enough to be at the height of his teenage recklessness, barreling into things headfirst with no grasp, no consideration for how much it will hurt.

But he wants it too badly. Like with Jin Zixuan, he knows better and still cannot help himself at all, his worst weaknesses all lying in the gaps of love that life tears from his hands again and again, offering him but a single maddening taste before leaving him behind. ]


...don't say you'll stay if you don't mean it. [ Jiang Cheng's voice is tight, strained, on the verge of cracking. ] It will be the end of me, A-Ling. Children grow up, they⁠—⁠ They make their own lives. If you tell me you stay and leave me all the same⁠—

...you're all I have. You're all the family I have.
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[personal profile] consignation 2020-03-14 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter what I think. I thought Wei Wuxian, too⁠—

[ There was a time Jiang Cheng believed every word Wei Wuxian said to him. What reason did he have to doubt? They'd been together for everything, since Wei Wuxian came to Lotus Pier. ]

...I thought a lot of things.

[ That his parents would live to old age. That they had so much time together still, to sort out their differences, to love each other, to overcome all the world had to throw at them together.

That they three siblings would be there for each other forever.

Now he's here, with his sister's child, with nothing on his mind but loss and uncertainty. He lets out his breath, tight and pained, and holds Jin Ling that much closer. ]


...you're a good boy, A-Ling. And it wouldn't... be wrong of you, to leave. I just⁠—

[ Jiang Cheng sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. ]

I'm just tired of always being the one left behind.