Zizhen watches with horrified fascination as Liling applies the salve, holding Jin Ling in place gently but firmly. It looks awful, and he's not sure how he's going to tell Jingyi and Yuan about this without them both panicking.
He sits back when it's done, sighing softly at the fact that Jin Ling's passed out again - maybe he'll see if Wei-qianbei's charm seems to be making a difference, then he can write about how Jin Ling is improving, that would be much better.
~~~
Yuan smiles gratefully and nods, glad of the distraction of playing for a little while, it helps calm the nerves that were building again.
He feels like a whole new person, as though the waters of the cold spring really have washed away the Wen Yuan who sold his body for a living, because sitting here in his snow-white robes, ribbon neatly in place, quietly playing qin, he actually feels like the proper young man he's trying to become.
In the back of his mind he knows there's so much more to go, but in that moment it at least feels possible.
He looks up with a soft smile as his father speaks, nodding and rising gracefully, smoothing out the skirts of his robes.
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2021-09-04 02:55 (UTC)Zizhen watches with horrified fascination as Liling applies the salve, holding Jin Ling in place gently but firmly. It looks awful, and he's not sure how he's going to tell Jingyi and Yuan about this without them both panicking.
He sits back when it's done, sighing softly at the fact that Jin Ling's passed out again - maybe he'll see if Wei-qianbei's charm seems to be making a difference, then he can write about how Jin Ling is improving, that would be much better.
~~~
Yuan smiles gratefully and nods, glad of the distraction of playing for a little while, it helps calm the nerves that were building again.
He feels like a whole new person, as though the waters of the cold spring really have washed away the Wen Yuan who sold his body for a living, because sitting here in his snow-white robes, ribbon neatly in place, quietly playing qin, he actually feels like the proper young man he's trying to become.
In the back of his mind he knows there's so much more to go, but in that moment it at least feels possible.
He looks up with a soft smile as his father speaks, nodding and rising gracefully, smoothing out the skirts of his robes.