[Me closing my eyes as I remember this took place on fucking Wednesday
But he doesn't burst into tears immediately over this memory, thank god. It's too close to home, especially with his own past dragged to the surface like this only moments ago. Instead, for a long moment, he just looks--stunned, really, is the word for it.
Well. This is why he tries not to make assumptions, isn't it? If great lakes have their depths, then strong people are like oceans.]
[ gu yun's quiet, too, as the world returns to normal. it's not a bad memory, necessarily, but the nostalgia sticks, tugging at the end of his consciousness - especially after seeing childe's memory just minutes before. such a strange similarity, a strange coincidence.
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Chang Geng. [ his highness the fourth prince. ] My ward.
[It's a complicated thing to have seen. The boy isn't much younger than he was, when his life changed--Gu Yun too, he knows, was fighting even earlier than that. He feels no pity for this boy he doesn't know, especially when he'd had that sort of expression. The sort that made it clear he didn't need any. Respect, perhaps, but it's too strong a word for a child. But something skewing close to that. Acknowledgment, maybe, of a strength that needs only to be honed.
Still, that stirring of the heart... he can't say he wouldn't understand that.]
What is he like now? [There'd be a different expression on Gu Yun's face if the boy hadn't survived, surely.]
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But he doesn't burst into tears immediately over this memory, thank god. It's too close to home, especially with his own past dragged to the surface like this only moments ago. Instead, for a long moment, he just looks--stunned, really, is the word for it.
Well. This is why he tries not to make assumptions, isn't it? If great lakes have their depths, then strong people are like oceans.]
What's his name?
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Chang Geng. [ his highness the fourth prince. ] My ward.
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Still, that stirring of the heart... he can't say he wouldn't understand that.]
What is he like now? [There'd be a different expression on Gu Yun's face if the boy hadn't survived, surely.]