[ there's a flash of a look on his face - brows furrowed, angry. that got under his skin a little. ]
If I must humble you further, I will. I could not beat the White No-Face, and you couldn't dream of beating me. Not now, not eight hundred years from now, and not ever.
Edited (i forgot IM the one from the past) 2021-09-30 01:40 (UTC)
[he smirks, because he got under xie lian's skin!! but the smirk is short-lived because xie lian promptly gets under his skin. he scowls.]
Tch, look at you, so fucking full of yourself. Eight hundred years from now, you can't do a fucking thing without clinging to the knees of a ghost. How the mighty have fucking fallen!
[ absolutely not - xie lian grabs his sleeve before he gets away from him, because you've done did it now! he's been trying to hold this knowledge of the future over xie lian's head, and while his lies are wild and ridiculous, this story just keeps happening, and xie lian is tired of it. ]
What are you talking about? What nonsense are you spewing?
Hahahaha, nonsense! [something about that cracks him up, even as he's trying to tug his sleeve free of xie lian's grip (and failing).] It's not fucking nonsense! Just wait eight hundred years, you'll see it for yourself...
[ he is not letting go, grip very tight, mouth drawn into almost a scowl. how frustrating, how unendingly frustrating, even for him - ] You ramble like a lunatic.
For that matter, eight hundred years from now is irrelevant. You can insult a me of the future, but I'm the person standing in front of you.
Hahahaha, always with the lectures, cousin crown prince! [he's like. half sneering and half cackling.] The you of right now is even less than the you of eight hundred years from now. If I insult one, I insult the other!
[ why the fuck should i be humble? repeats, in xie lian's head. his tight grip on qi rong's sleeve stays, for a moment longer. ]
Nothing. [ he says, finally. it's laced with a xie lian brand of determination, even if it's quiet. ] It isn't worth it.
[ because it's just not. no matter how fiery he is still, no matter how irritatingly, unendingly frustrating, xie lian is better than this. he's not going to stoop to qi rong's level. the serenity and calm returns, as he releases his sleeve. ] After all, how could I hope to stand up to someone who is almost as strong as the White No Face.
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If I must humble you further, I will. I could not beat the White No-Face, and you couldn't dream of beating me. Not now, not eight hundred years from now, and not ever.
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Tch, look at you, so fucking full of yourself. Eight hundred years from now, you can't do a fucking thing without clinging to the knees of a ghost. How the mighty have fucking fallen!
[
he storms off.]
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What are you talking about? What nonsense are you spewing?
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[ he is not letting go, grip very tight, mouth drawn into almost a scowl. how frustrating, how unendingly frustrating, even for him - ] You ramble like a lunatic.
For that matter, eight hundred years from now is irrelevant. You can insult a me of the future, but I'm the person standing in front of you.
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What the fuck are you going to do about it?
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Nothing. [ he says, finally. it's laced with a xie lian brand of determination, even if it's quiet. ] It isn't worth it.
[ because it's just not. no matter how fiery he is still, no matter how irritatingly, unendingly frustrating, xie lian is better than this. he's not going to stoop to qi rong's level. the serenity and calm returns, as he releases his sleeve. ] After all, how could I hope to stand up to someone who is almost as strong as the White No Face.
[
okay maybe he's a little petty still. ]
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That's right! You could never hope for that! Not in eight hundred years!!
[and he's OUT]