with a quiet little laugh - ] I did say that I felt you were very wise beyond your years.
[ amazing! he wasn't wrong.
in that silence, he seems to think on what he wants to say. how best to approach conversations of loss, of sorrow. his own situation - he isn't quite the right age, either, body too young for the years of life he has lived - is not nearly the same as something like a loop that consistently returns to a year that he would consider the far off future, and... it's not really what he wants to cover, anyway.
...thinking of loss, though - sometimes, it helps to remember the simple things. it's what he remembers of xian le.
so, he asks: ] What sort of person was Miss Hanyuu? She liked creme puffs, is that right?
[ she gives a distant nod to that comment. she doesn't know much about xie lian, but she does get something of the same impression from him. or maybe it's just the (?) next to his age in his profile. who knows.
rika doesn't brighten any, but she does relax, somewhat. this is an easier thing to talk about. even if she does it in a mean way. ]
She's a crybaby. She's always going "au au" and panicking and apologizing too much, even though everyone thinks that "Oyashiro-sama" is an unforgiving god.
... Our senses were linked. The same way that I've been linked with Kim all week. I used to eat spicy food to bully her.
[ mean is fine - he just laughs a little at that, especially at the godly title. he thought it might be something like that. ]
Gods are often a little misinterpreted, I think. [ after all, apparently one of the martial gods of the west that xie lian didn't really get to know turned out to be something of a lecher? who knows. not everyone can be jun wu who is perfect.
xie lian folds his hands in his lap. ]
I see. So, she saw and felt the world through you. May I ask how that came to be?
I learned long ago that to correct misinterpretations is blasphemous.
[ it turns out, no one will listen to a tiny child explaining that god is real and is right here and is crying over spicy food. and after a while, rika just stopped caring. ]
It's about bloodlines. It's... Complicated. But she was always with me.
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with a quiet little laugh - ] I did say that I felt you were very wise beyond your years.
[ amazing! he wasn't wrong.
in that silence, he seems to think on what he wants to say. how best to approach conversations of loss, of sorrow. his own situation - he isn't quite the right age, either, body too young for the years of life he has lived - is not nearly the same as something like a loop that consistently returns to a year that he would consider the far off future, and... it's not really what he wants to cover, anyway.
...thinking of loss, though - sometimes, it helps to remember the simple things. it's what he remembers of xian le.
so, he asks: ] What sort of person was Miss Hanyuu? She liked creme puffs, is that right?
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rika doesn't brighten any, but she does relax, somewhat. this is an easier thing to talk about. even if she does it in a mean way. ]
She's a crybaby. She's always going "au au" and panicking and apologizing too much, even though everyone thinks that "Oyashiro-sama" is an unforgiving god.
... Our senses were linked. The same way that I've been linked with Kim all week. I used to eat spicy food to bully her.
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Gods are often a little misinterpreted, I think. [ after all, apparently one of the martial gods of the west that xie lian didn't really get to know turned out to be something of a lecher? who knows. not everyone can be jun wu who is perfect.
xie lian folds his hands in his lap. ]
I see. So, she saw and felt the world through you. May I ask how that came to be?
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[ it turns out, no one will listen to a tiny child explaining that god is real and is right here and is crying over spicy food. and after a while, rika just stopped caring. ]
It's about bloodlines. It's... Complicated. But she was always with me.