and leaves it read. jiang cheng woke up grumpy, that's all there is to it, in his opinion. he doesn't need to accept that berating over nonsense, not today. )
[ both sides of jiang cheng's bed are the wrong side, mostly on account of his being pathologically single, and berating is his love language why won't you accept his love. ]
( while he doesn't respond, here's a filk version of hold music:
hello a-cheng my old friend you've come to talk to me again because a vision softly creeping of old age and solitary sleeping a vision planted in your brain still remains in the sound of violence
in restless dreams you walk alone on the streets of your own home 'neath the halo of the lamp light tighten your robes to the cold and damp when your eyes were stabbed by the flash of a message light that split the night and touched the sound of violence
and in the naked light you saw a half dozen people, maybe more people talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing notes that voices never shared no one dared disturb the sound of violence
"fools," said i, "how don't you know violence like the darkness grows hear my words that i might teach you take my arms that i might reach you" but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of violence
and the people bowed and prayed to the righteousness they made and the violence flashed its warning in the words that it was forming and the violence said, "the words of the justice are written on the cavern walls and poor man's halls" all whispered in the sounds of violence )
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and leaves it read. jiang cheng woke up grumpy, that's all there is to it, in his opinion. he doesn't need to accept that berating over nonsense, not today. )
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WEI WUXIAN I WILL FIND YOU
WEI WUXIAN
DON'T YOU IGNORE ME
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hello a-cheng my old friend
you've come to talk to me again
because a vision softly creeping
of old age and solitary sleeping
a vision planted in your brain
still remains
in the sound of violence
in restless dreams you walk alone
on the streets of your own home
'neath the halo of the lamp light
tighten your robes to the cold and damp
when your eyes were stabbed by the flash of a message light
that split the night
and touched the sound of violence
and in the naked light you saw a half dozen people, maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing notes that voices never shared
no one dared
disturb the sound of violence
"fools," said i, "how don't you know
violence like the darkness grows
hear my words that i might teach you
take my arms that i might reach you"
but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of violence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the righteousness they made
and the violence flashed its warning
in the words that it was forming
and the violence said, "the words of the justice are written on the cavern walls
and poor man's halls"
all whispered in the sounds of violence )