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un: pillar of the heavens | video
[ Mo Ran stands in the southern wing at sunset, a beautiful cascade of golden flowers raining down upon him. He holds a golden petal in his hand, admiring its glow. He's a handsome figure, dressed in a formal black suit, as though prepared to go to dinner already, with some of the flowers caught in his hair, but his normally cheerful expression is morose. His eyes glimmer with tears that haven't yet fallen. ]
How do you know if you're in love with someone? [ He addresses the question to the camera, but his attention is still on the petal in his hand. ] I thought I loved someone for a long time, but then I left home and never saw him and didn't think about him at all, while my mind was filled with thoughts of someone else.
[ He blinks, a tear trickling down his cheek. Mo Ran ignores it, still lost in thought. ]
And where is the line between guilt and love? [ He rubs the petal between his fingers, then lets it drift away, catching another one. ] He was... kind to me when I did nothing to deserve it and returned his kindness with cruelty. I respect him tremendously, so maybe that's all? But whenever I'm here, all I can think about is him.
[ He's being dramatic, he knows that well, but something about the southern wing just makes him think too much about his relationships. He sighs, dropping the petal again, and finally brushes the tear away from his cheek. ]
Oh, the castle seems reluctant to let me into the kitchen to help cook. Has anyone had any luck? I'm not complaining about the food served to us, but I'd still like to use the kitchen. What if I forget how to make noodles?
How do you know if you're in love with someone? [ He addresses the question to the camera, but his attention is still on the petal in his hand. ] I thought I loved someone for a long time, but then I left home and never saw him and didn't think about him at all, while my mind was filled with thoughts of someone else.
[ He blinks, a tear trickling down his cheek. Mo Ran ignores it, still lost in thought. ]
And where is the line between guilt and love? [ He rubs the petal between his fingers, then lets it drift away, catching another one. ] He was... kind to me when I did nothing to deserve it and returned his kindness with cruelty. I respect him tremendously, so maybe that's all? But whenever I'm here, all I can think about is him.
[ He's being dramatic, he knows that well, but something about the southern wing just makes him think too much about his relationships. He sighs, dropping the petal again, and finally brushes the tear away from his cheek. ]
Oh, the castle seems reluctant to let me into the kitchen to help cook. Has anyone had any luck? I'm not complaining about the food served to us, but I'd still like to use the kitchen. What if I forget how to make noodles?
un: absterge
...past midday. I shall take you to the kitchens.
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Be at ease. At midday, the kitchens.
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Midday, the kitchens. Do you cook, Senior?
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Why cook? We are attended.
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I enjoy cooking. I've had a couple of dishes from home but I'd like more.
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un: worm wife / audio
You're pining in a possibly haunted castle. If your thoughts are of this person and not, oh say, the myriad of sentient instruments possibly plotting our demise, then I'm fairly certain it's more than platonic.
Just a thought.
un: pillar of the heavens | audio
I do know it's much more than platonic but I'm not sure if it's love.
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( The single heroic tear tells a different story. )
Well, what does love look like to you?
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Cherishing and respecting them and not sullying them with my affections.
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Are you affections so poor that they would?
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[ He's not going to unpack that, though. ]
But I do not feel that way towards him.
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( Does he sound gleeful? Maybe. He's very bored and this is more interesting. )
Well, you certainly aren't the first to want to jump their shifu's bones, you won't be the last. ( Conversationally. ) You know, most people don't twist themselves into knots over another person unless they do, actually, want something more. So take everything else away, the guilt and what have you, if you were just any ordinary person and your teacher another ordinary person and you met on the streets or in a tavern - what would you do? What would you want from them?
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( Ahhhh. )
Well. There's your answer.
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( Also he's missed his calling as a matchmaker. ) But, hm. Don't worry yourself into knots. Your teacher isn't here. Who knows how long you'll be stuck away from them? You can use the time to get your head and your heart in tandem but what good is fretting?
And remember! The clingy man always wears them down!
un: bottled up inside | video;
un: pillar of the heavens | video
Huh. I guess I do think of him fondly now, and I definitely miss him. But my cousin also thinks of him fondly, and the other person I thought I was in love with, I'm sure he thinks of our mentor fondly.
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[Then the rest comes out and Cal's eyes widen a bit. He suddenly wonders if he's misheard something.]
Oh. He's your mentor? Um...I can't say I know how that feels. I mean, aside from platonically.
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I might. I grew up in an order where attachment was forbidden, so this is all kinda new to me. But I know I feel differently about her than I did my master. I respected him. I'm grateful for everything he taught me before...before he died.
[He clears his throat.]
The way I feel about my partner is more...romantic. I guess.
un: nami (text)
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Drinking is much easier than thinking, about anyone, in my experience. Do you think about what he would think, or say, about things that happen to you here if he knew?
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audio; average sighren
Tell them you love them, Mo Weiyu. Just tell them.
un: pillar of the heavens | audio
un: song | voice;
( This is her best attempt at being sympathetic, unfortunately. )
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I guess I do love him.