he thinks of his mother's red, red clothes, the silver jewelry that jingled softly, her fond hong-er as she brushed his wild hair from his face so that she could see his eyes, the same as xie lian has asked of him. her red smile, sharp like a knife.
he thinks of the red coral pearl, the one he's going to have to find again, retrieve from where he'd left it. how he would hold it up to the moon, on the quiet, sleepless nights when they were waiting for their next orders, watching how the silver light glinted off of it. about how it was his most favorite possession. ]
Then... [ xie lian says he thinks red suits him. it will be hard to accept the part of him that others have hated to the point of him loathing it, too, but san lang can try to hate it a little less. ] I think I'm a little outnumbered.
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he thinks of his mother's red, red clothes, the silver jewelry that jingled softly, her fond hong-er as she brushed his wild hair from his face so that she could see his eyes, the same as xie lian has asked of him. her red smile, sharp like a knife.
he thinks of the red coral pearl, the one he's going to have to find again, retrieve from where he'd left it. how he would hold it up to the moon, on the quiet, sleepless nights when they were waiting for their next orders, watching how the silver light glinted off of it. about how it was his most favorite possession. ]
Then... [ xie lian says he thinks red suits him. it will be hard to accept the part of him that others have hated to the point of him loathing it, too, but san lang can try to hate it a little less. ] I think I'm a little outnumbered.
[ referring to ruoye. ]