2021-08-15 18:07 (UTC)
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Zizhen nods solemnly, he's about to say something else when he also hears the footsteps and turns to see who it is.

It's immediately obvious that something is very wrong, but Jin Ling is a little like a wild animal at times, in that he can lash out or flee if you make the wrong move, so it takes Zizhen a moment to try and decide on the best course of action.

"Jin Ling," he echoes Jingyi, cheerfully pretending like he doesn't notice the pale look on his face "come and join us?"

He doesn't think he'll refuse a direct invitation.

~~~

The familiar strains of the qin lure him and he turns his steps towards the sound, seeking our their source. He hesitates when he sees the man playing, the sight of him something ethereal that he's not sure he wants to intrude upon, but there's something familiar that draws him in, something about the song, maybe, or his appearance. Something at the back of his mind.

He drifts closer, not wanting to disturb but wanting to stay and listen.

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