[It's a rough-voiced complaint, and he's still frowning, but he is listening. And he's agitated. Can't help but be agitated. Mostly it's worry directed at Huaisang. Because he can see the shape of what he's telling him, and he doesn't like it one bit.
That and the grief is what finally gets to him.]
Songs and melodies. Fine.
[The 'fine' is not dismissive but rather a firm acceptance, accompanied by a decisive nod. He'd not been training more than a moment, hasn't even broken a sweat, so with a quick seal he sends Baxia to rest against one of the racks at the edge of the courtyard.]
Warning received.
[Then, however, he hesitates, very much uncharacteristically. As much as they both have and have not been around each other since Mingjue first arrived, Mingjue knows he's partially to blame for that distance. This Huaisang is older, vastly more scarred, and different, and Mingjue cannot bring himself to treat him the same he would the barely sixteen-year-old brother he'd left behind. He's caught in a limbo between his instincts and the evidence of his eyes.
But what he wants is to hug is brother until that horrible look of grief goes away now that he know that this isn't an immediate thing, thathe has to puzzle over it later. His brother takes priority, and so after that little pause, he reaches roughly out to offer a hug.]
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I feel it! :highfive:
Date: 2021-06-07 12:07 am (UTC)[It's a rough-voiced complaint, and he's still frowning, but he is listening. And he's agitated. Can't help but be agitated. Mostly it's worry directed at Huaisang. Because he can see the shape of what he's telling him, and he doesn't like it one bit.
That and the grief is what finally gets to him.]
Songs and melodies. Fine.
[The 'fine' is not dismissive but rather a firm acceptance, accompanied by a decisive nod. He'd not been training more than a moment, hasn't even broken a sweat, so with a quick seal he sends Baxia to rest against one of the racks at the edge of the courtyard.]
Warning received.
[Then, however, he hesitates, very much uncharacteristically. As much as they both have and have not been around each other since Mingjue first arrived, Mingjue knows he's partially to blame for that distance. This Huaisang is older, vastly more scarred, and different, and Mingjue cannot bring himself to treat him the same he would the barely sixteen-year-old brother he'd left behind. He's caught in a limbo between his instincts and the evidence of his eyes.
But what he wants is to hug is brother until that horrible look of grief goes away now that he know that this isn't an immediate thing, thathe has to puzzle over it later. His brother takes priority, and so after that little pause, he reaches roughly out to offer a hug.]