Lan Zhan. ( a pause. ) Heart of my heart. They don't really heed anyone, but if it makes the most sense, I'll speak along with you. You should know that.
It's called understanding what it is they value most, and how to approach them. How to showcase what makes more sense than flying Irenia like a kite. It's the exact thing neither of us really enjoys.
( he wouldn't have, for a long time. now, he hesitates in turn. )
And don't drop me. The only reason I survived last time was because the burial grounds caught me. Lowered me down, ah.
( said softly, studiously light, as if it doesn't matter. as if he didn't clearly remember. as if sheer resentment hadn't been the only thing to keep him alive. sheer tortured resentment from those countless souls left murdered and worse in that land.
no, between that and the arrogance of every person telling him he was less to not practise the arts he no longer had the internal forces for, for his own aching awareness, for the lack of true regret in why... no. for a long time, he never would have wanted someone else's gift, someone's pity, in sword flight. )
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( Liar. )
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( a pause. )
Politics.
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Muddied waters.
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We're heading back now. See you in the night?
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( .............this is not a 'no.' )
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Irenia requires much more respect and negotiation to approach.
( they're going DRAGON RIDING at an especially beautiful time of day he figures appeals to his husband )
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Are the grounds bereft of riding alternative?
( With these two hands, he will locate a donkey. )
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( so dry. so dry and teasing. )
A ride, not to be riding or ridden.
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I did not anticipate you would consider sword flight again.
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( he wouldn't have, for a long time. now, he hesitates in turn. )
And don't drop me. The only reason I survived last time was because the burial grounds caught me. Lowered me down, ah.
( said softly, studiously light, as if it doesn't matter. as if he didn't clearly remember. as if sheer resentment hadn't been the only thing to keep him alive. sheer tortured resentment from those countless souls left murdered and worse in that land.
no, between that and the arrogance of every person telling him he was less to not practise the arts he no longer had the internal forces for, for his own aching awareness, for the lack of true regret in why... no. for a long time, he never would have wanted someone else's gift, someone's pity, in sword flight. )
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