Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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[ One of his hands adjusts so that he could lightly rest it on the back of her head, lightly stroking her hair. You've suffered a lot having to be in my heart. His eyes close as he rests his head against hers. I don't mean just ... your arm and your hand. You had to see a lot of terrible things. I felt I had to show them to you so that you could stop trusting in me, so that you could stop believing in me, so that you'd not care about me.
He can speak honestly when he's able to keep his words to himself. I thought if I showed you all the disgusting parts about myself ... the part that admits that I dislike who I am and who I became... that'd be enough for you to... decide I wasn't worth all the trouble.
Shen Qingqiu breathed easy, breathed without complications. His control was always amazing and he applauded himself for it. Normally, a person thinking all these things would feel their breath hitch or their heart hurt, but he is only saying something truthful to himself -- so why be overly upset about it.
But you decided to forgive me, instead. You decided not to pity me and the state I've put myself in. You were willing to die for me. His eyes opened as he looked at nothing in particular. I don't know if I'll ever be able to like myself. I can't promise I will be able to do it. But ... I can tell you... thank you. Yes, rather than 'I'm sorry.' Thank you.
His eyes widen when she does speak, however.
She really is a dear friend; an important friend.
What? Normally in this situation, wouldn't a person feel like they could confess something else! Ha! Miss me with that! He wouldn't devalue everything by saying that this is the moment that he "fell in love with her."
Are you kidding me! That's just saying that I love her for putting up with my bullshit just now! She's more than some manic pixie girl here to solve the problems of this old man! She's a good friend! A wonderful person that can't forgive herself -- but she's joining me in that club! His smile was soft, thoughtful. So, cut any romance from the scene, please!
He finally answers. ]
I think I make it hard. [ He softly laughs. ] But thank you.
[ Thank you. That's what one should say in a situation like this, as gracefully and gratefully as they can.
And she is grateful that he is here, that he has shown him so much of his heart, that he has revealed one of his own insecurities to her, his guilt and his sins, because this must be the first step-- a step that he cannot take alone. She's felt his power, his energy, his warmth, she used it to heal herself, she knows how strong he is, but still he must have others there. He must walk hand-in-hand with another to help him towards that path of forgiveness. He won't just be holding hers, either; it will be everyone he's met here that's come to know and love him.
She doesn't want to break away from the embrace, but she knows they can't stay here forever. Pyra pulls away from him just enough that she can look at him, so that he may see her own expression and see all the love and appreciation she does have for him. She's so proud of him to have come this far, she's so grateful that he's telling her these things... and it is inspiring in its own way. If he can show his heart to her and others and still somehow come through it...
If he can say that he wants to be forgiven, then... she should be able to do the same, with help, shouldn't she?
Mythra wishes she were the one hugging him. She's almost tempted to tell him to close his eyes again so that she can appear and be the one to do so. ]
Even if the world itself was against you, it would still be easy to love you. [ Her hand lifts up to press against the side of his cheek, fingertips warm, touch gentle. He's quite the handsome face; matured and dark eyes with pale skin, his long hair framing it all; it's a shame that he looks so serious most of the time.
But... she can't say that. That she feels like, would be a little much given how they are. So instead: ]
....Hey. It's been a long day. Would you like to have dinner together?
Shen Qingqiu finds the joke in her comforting words where she doesn't see it. Within a few years time, he knows that Luo Binghe will return from the Endless Abyss. One of the first actions his old disciple will take is blackening his teacher's reputation. Even if the world itself turns against me, ah?
But he doesn't fall into the usual pit of feeling sorry for himself. It helps that she is looking at him; it helps that she lightly presses her hand against his face letting him feel a little less alone. It helps. It helps. ]
I would. [ Dinner of champions, eh? ] This teacher would like to attempt to cook for you. I don't know how to do much -- no, wait. Perhaps, we could make it together.
[ He initially was thinking of wanting to have her rest and recover; he was thinking how he could try his hand at actually making something while she sat back. But he realizes that would be kind of spitting on everything that they just talked about -- even in a small way.
[ And then it occurs to her that she wouldn’t just mind it.
Pyra shakes her head, pausing, and when she looks at him again all she can do is smile at him... only this time there’s something more to it, a unique warmth to the way her lips curve upward, the way she tucks a strand behind her ear, the way her smile finally reaches her eyes.
He’s give her something to look forward to. A reason, a small one, to be excited for the future. ]
I would like that... a lot.
[ And now she stands offering him a hand. ] Shall we?
[ Don't look so excited. I'm not that great at cooking...
He feels like he should bring up that he was a second-generation rich kid! In two universes! He's had chefs prepare his meals! He has no idea what he's doing in the kitchen, but can read instructions! That's really it!
Still, he knows he's just creating a wall with all his jokes and flippant thoughts. Not against her, not against himself. It's meant to let his heart recover after everything he's said, everything she's said, everything done. It's pretty shaken and just needs some time to itself to think.
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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He can speak honestly when he's able to keep his words to himself. I thought if I showed you all the disgusting parts about myself ... the part that admits that I dislike who I am and who I became... that'd be enough for you to... decide I wasn't worth all the trouble.
Shen Qingqiu breathed easy, breathed without complications. His control was always amazing and he applauded himself for it. Normally, a person thinking all these things would feel their breath hitch or their heart hurt, but he is only saying something truthful to himself -- so why be overly upset about it.
But you decided to forgive me, instead. You decided not to pity me and the state I've put myself in. You were willing to die for me. His eyes opened as he looked at nothing in particular. I don't know if I'll ever be able to like myself. I can't promise I will be able to do it. But ... I can tell you... thank you. Yes, rather than 'I'm sorry.' Thank you.
His eyes widen when she does speak, however.
She really is a dear friend; an important friend.
What? Normally in this situation, wouldn't a person feel like they could confess something else! Ha! Miss me with that! He wouldn't devalue everything by saying that this is the moment that he "fell in love with her."
Are you kidding me! That's just saying that I love her for putting up with my bullshit just now! She's more than some manic pixie girl here to solve the problems of this old man! She's a good friend! A wonderful person that can't forgive herself -- but she's joining me in that club! His smile was soft, thoughtful. So, cut any romance from the scene, please!
He finally answers. ]
I think I make it hard. [ He softly laughs. ] But thank you.
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And she is grateful that he is here, that he has shown him so much of his heart, that he has revealed one of his own insecurities to her, his guilt and his sins, because this must be the first step-- a step that he cannot take alone. She's felt his power, his energy, his warmth, she used it to heal herself, she knows how strong he is, but still he must have others there. He must walk hand-in-hand with another to help him towards that path of forgiveness. He won't just be holding hers, either; it will be everyone he's met here that's come to know and love him.
She doesn't want to break away from the embrace, but she knows they can't stay here forever. Pyra pulls away from him just enough that she can look at him, so that he may see her own expression and see all the love and appreciation she does have for him. She's so proud of him to have come this far, she's so grateful that he's telling her these things... and it is inspiring in its own way. If he can show his heart to her and others and still somehow come through it...
If he can say that he wants to be forgiven, then... she should be able to do the same, with help, shouldn't she?
Mythra wishes she were the one hugging him. She's almost tempted to tell him to close his eyes again so that she can appear and be the one to do so. ]
Even if the world itself was against you, it would still be easy to love you. [ Her hand lifts up to press against the side of his cheek, fingertips warm, touch gentle. He's quite the handsome face; matured and dark eyes with pale skin, his long hair framing it all; it's a shame that he looks so serious most of the time.
But... she can't say that. That she feels like, would be a little much given how they are. So instead: ]
....Hey. It's been a long day. Would you like to have dinner together?
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Shen Qingqiu finds the joke in her comforting words where she doesn't see it. Within a few years time, he knows that Luo Binghe will return from the Endless Abyss. One of the first actions his old disciple will take is blackening his teacher's reputation. Even if the world itself turns against me, ah?
But he doesn't fall into the usual pit of feeling sorry for himself. It helps that she is looking at him; it helps that she lightly presses her hand against his face letting him feel a little less alone. It helps. It helps. ]
I would. [ Dinner of champions, eh? ] This teacher would like to attempt to cook for you. I don't know how to do much -- no, wait. Perhaps, we could make it together.
[ He initially was thinking of wanting to have her rest and recover; he was thinking how he could try his hand at actually making something while she sat back. But he realizes that would be kind of spitting on everything that they just talked about -- even in a small way.
Or maybe, I'm taking it too far! ]
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[ And then it occurs to her that she wouldn’t just mind it.
Pyra shakes her head, pausing, and when she looks at him again all she can do is smile at him... only this time there’s something more to it, a unique warmth to the way her lips curve upward, the way she tucks a strand behind her ear, the way her smile finally reaches her eyes.
He’s give her something to look forward to. A reason, a small one, to be excited for the future. ]
I would like that... a lot.
[ And now she stands offering him a hand. ] Shall we?
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He feels like he should bring up that he was a second-generation rich kid! In two universes! He's had chefs prepare his meals! He has no idea what he's doing in the kitchen, but can read instructions! That's really it!
Still, he knows he's just creating a wall with all his jokes and flippant thoughts. Not against her, not against himself. It's meant to let his heart recover after everything he's said, everything she's said, everything done. It's pretty shaken and just needs some time to itself to think.
He says like it has nothing to do with him.
Holding out his hand, he offers a smile. ]
Let's go.