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Jin Ling ⬤ The Untamed
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[inheritedpain]

A few of them.

[ He mutters it, his expression turning into a frown. ]

I— I know I should pay them my respects more often, but.

[ He shifts uncomfortably. ]

They aren’t mine. They’ve got their own— they’ve got their own Jin Ling.

[ And then, a little miserably: ]

Are you going to recognize him as your son too?

[amidstsnow]

I had never even considered it.

[which might be strange. jin ling is the son of jin zixuan, and he is jin zixuan.

but jin ling...his jin ling, already understands the feelings he has about it.]

I'm sure he is a fine son, but I only have one.

[inheritedpain]

[ The sudden heat behind his eyes surprises him - he hadn’t realised just how badly he’d wanted to hear that until it was said. His fists bunched tightly into his robes at the knees, and then suddenly he moved - shifting over the distance between them, wrapping his arms tightly around his father and pressing his face into his shoulder.

Don’t — don’t call him out just let him have this!!! ]

[amidstsnow]

[look, if he even tried to call him out, he might start crying too and nobody wants that. so after the surprise, he just...wraps his arms around him too.

his son is solid and real and here. jin zixuan has to keep reminding himself of it so that he doesn't start thinking that it's just a dream.]

[inheritedpain]

[ If Jin Zixuan’s shoulder is starting to get damp, it’s fine. It’s just. Raining. Inside.

He clings a little tighter when the embrace is returned, too overwhelmed by everything to be more dignified about it. Because here was the honest truth of the thing:

Even if his father did embarrass him... ]

... I’m really glad you’re here.