[ oh, and listening to this - his heart just aches.
it's so, so reminiscent of a child cursed by the star of solitude that the nostalgia almost punches xie lian in the gut - the sobbing, angry rin in front of him has that same desperate energy to his cries that hong-er did, once upon a time. he thinks not of the feral child in the holy pavilion, but the tiny young boy with the bandages over his eye, who begged xie lian for a reason to live.
why was i saved, rin asks, and xie lian steps forward, a little closer. he reaches to pull his sleeve over his own hand, and then sets a gentle palm on the back of rin's, to push his hand off of his face, and to catch his gaze, too. his words are serious, but just utterly, completely compassionate, full of conviction, as he lifts his now covered hand to gently wipe away the tears, if rin will let him. ]
Because a family like that - that is your destiny. [ even if he fights with his brother. xie lian doesn't know rin's father, but just the sheer affection that rin talks about him with, (how he described his prayers, just a few short weeks ago) and the description of his father's utterly kind act is enough. ] To be loved, as any one should always be.
...Your father was a good man. [ his voice softens a little, here, but it's utterly fullhearted. ] And you are good, too.
plz ignore the white hair icons, his black hair ones just didn't have the right expressions
["That is your destiny. To be loved, as any one should always be."
Rin does hold still for Xie Lian, and he lets him wipe his face. But as soon as Xie Lian says that, more tears start streaming down his face, covering up any dryness left. He's biting his lip to try and keep from crying, but he can't stop his eyes from leaking.
Then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to say something, but all that comes out is a cracked first syllable of a word.]
I-
[A sudden sniff, and he reaches up like he's going to wipe at his face again, but Xie Lian's hands are in the way so instead he just grabs onto Xie Lian's sleeve.
He feels like a lost child right now, and part of him is angry at himself for being so openly weak. But these are feelings he's been avoiding for months, if not longer, and there's no stopping them now.]
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it's so, so reminiscent of a child cursed by the star of solitude that the nostalgia almost punches xie lian in the gut - the sobbing, angry rin in front of him has that same desperate energy to his cries that hong-er did, once upon a time. he thinks not of the feral child in the holy pavilion, but the tiny young boy with the bandages over his eye, who begged xie lian for a reason to live.
why was i saved, rin asks, and xie lian steps forward, a little closer. he reaches to pull his sleeve over his own hand, and then sets a gentle palm on the back of rin's, to push his hand off of his face, and to catch his gaze, too. his words are serious, but just utterly, completely compassionate, full of conviction, as he lifts his now covered hand to gently wipe away the tears, if rin will let him. ]
Because a family like that - that is your destiny. [ even if he fights with his brother. xie lian doesn't know rin's father, but just the sheer affection that rin talks about him with, (how he described his prayers, just a few short weeks ago) and the description of his father's utterly kind act is enough. ] To be loved, as any one should always be.
...Your father was a good man. [ his voice softens a little, here, but it's utterly fullhearted. ] And you are good, too.
plz ignore the white hair icons, his black hair ones just didn't have the right expressions
Rin does hold still for Xie Lian, and he lets him wipe his face. But as soon as Xie Lian says that, more tears start streaming down his face, covering up any dryness left. He's biting his lip to try and keep from crying, but he can't stop his eyes from leaking.
Then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to say something, but all that comes out is a cracked first syllable of a word.]
I-
[A sudden sniff, and he reaches up like he's going to wipe at his face again, but Xie Lian's hands are in the way so instead he just grabs onto Xie Lian's sleeve.
He feels like a lost child right now, and part of him is angry at himself for being so openly weak. But these are feelings he's been avoiding for months, if not longer, and there's no stopping them now.]