( time to draw forth chenqing, to stand and call to the... specific energy here, which isn't happy, no, but the resentment it carries isn't such to cloy and sting, leave his tongue heavy in his mouth, his throat parched, his eyes darkening with ill will or the slide of smoke-like energies across skin, seeking, forever seeking.
unlike his husband's direct means of question to answer, he coaxes emotion, experience, less a direct answering than the full of a bombardment shared unequally. the spirit of the dead man pushes forward, outward, flowing thick and viscous, but hardly vicious. unhappiness, the feeling of being wronged, a deep, fathomless grief, these are the things that strike first. that, and: jealous?! my shitty old man?!
... all things told, as Wei Wuxian lowers his flute and raises his brows, not a particularly filial sounding spirit. then again, is he surprised? sordid history, in all this. )
He's complaining, but I'll have to say, most likely he'd prefer his father moved out, such as it is... where was his lover buried, when her time came?
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unlike his husband's direct means of question to answer, he coaxes emotion, experience, less a direct answering than the full of a bombardment shared unequally. the spirit of the dead man pushes forward, outward, flowing thick and viscous, but hardly vicious. unhappiness, the feeling of being wronged, a deep, fathomless grief, these are the things that strike first. that, and: jealous?! my shitty old man?!
... all things told, as Wei Wuxian lowers his flute and raises his brows, not a particularly filial sounding spirit. then again, is he surprised? sordid history, in all this. )
He's complaining, but I'll have to say, most likely he'd prefer his father moved out, such as it is... where was his lover buried, when her time came?