[ 'regrettable methods of displaying sentiment' gets the corner of his mouth to twitch, like he's trying to hide a smile. harrow's right, because his methods are also pretty horrible; there's no response further than that, though, as some of the amusement fades out of his eyes.
...it's funny. gu yun's not really used to having people worry over him. he's never really given anyone a reason to - even when he was at his worst, most brutally injured, he'd strap himself into his iron armor and wear it like a cast, so he could continue to lead his armies. being the marquis of order is a title that comes with a mythical amount of reverence; his own name is something that his nation relies on. for an instant, gu yun has never shown weakness, except maybe to shen yi, and even then. so, harrow's simple remark (in her own, harrow way) of i was quite distraught quiets him. ]
...Between the three of us, we've made quite a mess, the past few weeks. [ he was worried too, even if he didn't show it, when harrow was injured. as they've gotten closer, it almost feels like a small mercy, for it to have happened so quickly - not that gu yun wasn't already irreparably fond of harrow, before.
the thought of losing either of them sticks, for a moment, in something fierce and unfamiliar in his chest, as harrow's finishing. he doesn't say anything to it, though, just finally turns his gaze away from the healing pod to look at harrow, instead. ]
I'd like that. [ gu yun says, eventually, and - he ends up smiling a little, too. not shitty and goofy, not trying to harass or tease. just a bit of genuine sentiment. ] The best... [ 'alliances'? no, that isn't right. ] ...The best friendships do seem to come about in those ways.
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...it's funny. gu yun's not really used to having people worry over him. he's never really given anyone a reason to - even when he was at his worst, most brutally injured, he'd strap himself into his iron armor and wear it like a cast, so he could continue to lead his armies. being the marquis of order is a title that comes with a mythical amount of reverence; his own name is something that his nation relies on. for an instant, gu yun has never shown weakness, except maybe to shen yi, and even then. so, harrow's simple remark (in her own, harrow way) of i was quite distraught quiets him. ]
...Between the three of us, we've made quite a mess, the past few weeks. [ he was worried too, even if he didn't show it, when harrow was injured. as they've gotten closer, it almost feels like a small mercy, for it to have happened so quickly - not that gu yun wasn't already irreparably fond of harrow, before.
the thought of losing either of them sticks, for a moment, in something fierce and unfamiliar in his chest, as harrow's finishing. he doesn't say anything to it, though, just finally turns his gaze away from the healing pod to look at harrow, instead. ]
I'd like that. [ gu yun says, eventually, and - he ends up smiling a little, too. not shitty and goofy, not trying to harass or tease. just a bit of genuine sentiment. ] The best... [ 'alliances'? no, that isn't right. ] ...The best friendships do seem to come about in those ways.