"...you think your uncle is manipulating Nie-zongzhu? Why?"
Because, yea, he's going to need a little bit of explanation for that one, Jin Ling, you're starting to sound a little bit unhinged. Still, it's kind of understandable given how many attempts had been made on his life recently.
"You don't have to worry about what if you'd been alone, because you're not. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere as long as you still need me." he'll have to send a grovelling apology to Jingyi, but they'll have their time together, right now their priority needs to be their best friend.
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"A-die..." Yuan mumbles, his unfocused gaze landing on his father briefly, the tiniest spark of lucidity showing there. Everything feels so far away and hard to grasp, like he's dreaming - has it all been a dream, maybe? Every moment since he first lifted his gaze to look at Jin Ling... that seems a thousand years ago now, but his heart still aches for it, for him. He wants his family, too, and dimly he wonders if it's selfish to want both, to want all the things he never could have dreamed of before. He doesn't want to lose it now. He has to stay strong, for them.
Wuxian frowns at the news, considering their options for a moment before offering them to his husband.
"We would try Wen Qing's charm, try and draw it out together... or go and have a talk with Madam Mo and see if she knows what's been used." his tone is dark as he finishes.
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"...you think your uncle is manipulating Nie-zongzhu? Why?"
Because, yea, he's going to need a little bit of explanation for that one, Jin Ling, you're starting to sound a little bit unhinged. Still, it's kind of understandable given how many attempts had been made on his life recently.
"You don't have to worry about what if you'd been alone, because you're not. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere as long as you still need me." he'll have to send a grovelling apology to Jingyi, but they'll have their time together, right now their priority needs to be their best friend.
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"A-die..." Yuan mumbles, his unfocused gaze landing on his father briefly, the tiniest spark of lucidity showing there. Everything feels so far away and hard to grasp, like he's dreaming - has it all been a dream, maybe? Every moment since he first lifted his gaze to look at Jin Ling... that seems a thousand years ago now, but his heart still aches for it, for him. He wants his family, too, and dimly he wonders if it's selfish to want both, to want all the things he never could have dreamed of before. He doesn't want to lose it now. He has to stay strong, for them.
Wuxian frowns at the news, considering their options for a moment before offering them to his husband.
"We would try Wen Qing's charm, try and draw it out together... or go and have a talk with Madam Mo and see if she knows what's been used." his tone is dark as he finishes.