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Jin Ling ⬤ The Untamed
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[inheritedpain]

[ His heart seizes- upset for himself, of course, but more importantly upset for Sizhui. ]

i’m coming over where are you

at Hanguang-Jun’s?

open your window

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[sizhui]

Yeah, okay.

[ HE'll lock the door, too. Because he doesn't want Jin Ling to get surprised and upset and...

Well, more upset. ]

[inheritedpain]

[ He shouldn’t, knowing that he’s spending his chroma, but he floes the whole way there anyway - as fast as he can without falling off his sword.

He ducks down into a crouch at the last second, barely slowing down as he shoots through the open window. He’s off his sword and striding right over to Sizhui before the other boy can say anything else, his sword left hovering where it was.

Without warning or apology he throws his arms around Sizhui and hugs him tightly, tight enough to make it hard to breathe. ]

[sizhui]

[ Sizhui might have been sitting on the bed by this point, arms around the stupid stuffed chicken wing pillow thing that Jingpi had been so thrilled about, but he sets it aside and stands up when he hears the sword approaching, and he rises to ... take that hug properly.

And he knows he probably shouldn't, but after a moment he just slumps against the other boy. Not... he's not crying, not yet, but he holds on pretty tight. ]

Thank you for coming...

[inheritedpain]

Why wouldn’t I come!

[ He barely even looked at the weird misshapen pillow thing, all of his attention on Sizhuiand hugging him even more tightly when he felt the boy slump against him, his heart skipping a beat out of worry and empathy.

He’d inherited something from his mother, after all. ]

I wouldn’t just let you be alone!!

[sizhui]

[ Just lightly shakes his head against Jin Ling's shoulder. ]

Not what I meant. I know you wouldn't not come, because you're you, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it or that I'm not grateful. It's...

It's just disorienting.

[inheritedpain]

It's not fair, is what it is, [ Jin Ling points out, a flash of fury on his friend's behalf, knowing that Sizhui rarely allowed himself to feel mad about anything, even when it was deserved. ]

I don't understand - why is it always you? There's plenty of people here! Why does it have to keep happening to you?

[sizhui]

I'm... I'm sure there are others who have to see people close to them leave, too, A-Ling. And perhaps it's all right for them to go --

Except for Mr. Wen.

[ Things that Sizhui doesn't register: what he just called his friend. ]

[inheritedpain]

[ Sizhui might not register it, but Jin Ling certainly does, glad that Sizhui can't actually see his face when it heats up a little bit.

He doesn't correct him. If any of his friends has the right to call him A-Ling, it's Sizhui. ]

I don't care about who other people lose, I care about you. [ He says it in a bit of a rush and doesn't actually think about what he's saying before he says it. What does it matter? It's true anyway. ]

It's not alright! If we're going to be here we should all be here together.

[sizhui]

[ Sizhui gives a shaky sigh, hearing the words making so much of a difference. Even if he knows the words won't change anything, they somehow still do. So he swallows, squaring his shoulders a little. ]

Thank you. It's... we can't change who comes and goes, I guess. But here and now, you are here, and I am glad.