Huaisang can see the melancholy mood creeping over him again - he's hardly surprised, all things considered - and decides he needs to do something about it.
So he talks. While they eat, he fulfills Jiang Cheng's request and tells him all about the latest goings on in Qinghe, and a few other tidbits of gossip he's picked up here and there - he focuses on lighthearted things, or dramatic stories of nighthunts, avoiding any talk of marriage or courting or even family drama. He talks, and he eats, and he keeps Jiang Cheng's cup filled with wine (and maybe his own too).
When he's eventually run out of stories, and eaten enough that he's officially stuffed, he leans back a little to regard Jiang Cheng thoughtfully, fanning himself lazily as he contemplates the other man and tries to judge where his mood is, and what he might do to keep it light.
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2021-08-21 00:21 (UTC)Huaisang can see the melancholy mood creeping over him again - he's hardly surprised, all things considered - and decides he needs to do something about it.
So he talks. While they eat, he fulfills Jiang Cheng's request and tells him all about the latest goings on in Qinghe, and a few other tidbits of gossip he's picked up here and there - he focuses on lighthearted things, or dramatic stories of nighthunts, avoiding any talk of marriage or courting or even family drama. He talks, and he eats, and he keeps Jiang Cheng's cup filled with wine (and maybe his own too).
When he's eventually run out of stories, and eaten enough that he's officially stuffed, he leans back a little to regard Jiang Cheng thoughtfully, fanning himself lazily as he contemplates the other man and tries to judge where his mood is, and what he might do to keep it light.