that to this day he never established, but you know. details. )
You see, when someone ends up with arms full of an orphan, and dedication to a cause, and no tendency toward murdering innocents for pointing out we're digging our own graves, that's it! The magic of bearing a child!
Imagining you do most anything in a rational manner would be an oversight.
( Said so very, very dryly. Why does this man have to be so crass. Why does he have to be alive? Truly, one of two thorns in a particularly unappetising rosebush, Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao. )
... Are you engaging in intimacies with my shishu? No, I don't want to know, you and Yaoyao have nothing like a bottom line.
Thin lines, but he did take offense to being called the son of a his mother.
( Said placidly; it was factual due to the nature of her work, and Wei Wuxian hadn't cared about it. Jin Guangyao very much had, for reasons understandable, but also useful, in driving him out of his thin clutch on rationality and pissing him off as much as he was repeatedly undermining everyone else.
Said here, it's meaningless. He prefers it that way. )
Mah, you're chatty, what has you deciding to pour your unasked for wisdom this way?
No one said that as a compliment. And few said it without consequence.
[Tongue tea and all. Such friendship.]
Ah, I am merely offering, before you make someone put something where it does not belong. It's very charitable of me. I learned from you, is it so bad to try and help?
Far from his father being the better claim, I'd have stuck with his mother. At least one of them cared for him as he was.
( Jin Guangshan never did, and then died as he had not... deserved, perhaps, because none of the women involved deserved that either. Tongues wag, eventually, and so they had; not that tongue tea was a staple of his own understanding of Xue Yang.
Regardless: listen. Hear him scoff. )
Fertility is not advising on sticking what where, though if you're so eager to assist, and bored enough to be craving intimate company, do tell. So I can immediately forget about it, but there's enough eager, dubious souls around to play bedroom games with if you're feeling so inclined.
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that to this day he never established, but you know. details. )
You see, when someone ends up with arms full of an orphan, and dedication to a cause, and no tendency toward murdering innocents for pointing out we're digging our own graves, that's it! The magic of bearing a child!
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[Boring, boring stuff, that sect founding.]
Not a lot of fertility involved, is there? Not a lot of, ah, what they are asking you about, laozu. What you struggle to relate to.
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Yah, laozu, I like to fuck.
[And he could not bring himself to earnestly say 'intimate arts'.]
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( Said so very, very dryly. Why does this man have to be so crass. Why does he have to be alive? Truly, one of two thorns in a particularly unappetising rosebush, Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao. )
... Are you engaging in intimacies with my shishu? No, I don't want to know, you and Yaoyao have nothing like a bottom line.
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[He abandons whatever he may have said, as there is no need to disparage his friend's artfulness.]
For a fertility goddess, you are easily scandalised.
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( Said placidly; it was factual due to the nature of her work, and Wei Wuxian hadn't cared about it. Jin Guangyao very much had, for reasons understandable, but also useful, in driving him out of his thin clutch on rationality and pissing him off as much as he was repeatedly undermining everyone else.
Said here, it's meaningless. He prefers it that way. )
Mah, you're chatty, what has you deciding to pour your unasked for wisdom this way?
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[Tongue tea and all. Such friendship.]
Ah, I am merely offering, before you make someone put something where it does not belong. It's very charitable of me. I learned from you, is it so bad to try and help?
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( Jin Guangshan never did, and then died as he had not... deserved, perhaps, because none of the women involved deserved that either. Tongues wag, eventually, and so they had; not that tongue tea was a staple of his own understanding of Xue Yang.
Regardless: listen. Hear him scoff. )
Fertility is not advising on sticking what where, though if you're so eager to assist, and bored enough to be craving intimate company, do tell. So I can immediately forget about it, but there's enough eager, dubious souls around to play bedroom games with if you're feeling so inclined.
( Over here, rolling his eyes unseen. )