( It takes him a touch, having watched this, to fumble through activating his own video; his head's turned to the side, talking with a half-sincere smile to his cellmate, or at least one of his cellmates. They're briefly on camera, a curious eye and an awkward look, before the shuffling retreats further, and he turns his attention to what counts as "facing" Lan Zhan. )
It will be my blessing.
( Not a blessing, not his gift to anything, but to be blessed in turn with: what, exactly? A home to turn toward and be certain of, when it's been years since that last was true. Not a consequence of loyalties divided between Gusu and Yunmeng.
His loyalty, then, to Lan Zhan. He's been generous before, will be so again, to those who need it. He will teach because he loves it, invent because he imagines it, fight because the world allows for no other choice, but the where, the for whoms, the hows, found side by side.
Metaphorical bed; to sleep, to wake, to sift through his thoughts and yawning affirmations that dawn has passed long before and still the morning cries for his attentions too soon. )
And my wish.
( A lifetime ago, in the room filled by incense, in the lap of a young woman in the scant dregs of her life and none yet the wiser: the heart wants what it wants, and he won't name it this or that or the other, can't, doesn't have that right in his eyes, but he does know this. If Lan Zhan will have him at his side, that's where he wishes to be.
... In the cell, someone clears their throat, and someone else softly utters, "Whooooo." )
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It will be my blessing.
( Not a blessing, not his gift to anything, but to be blessed in turn with: what, exactly? A home to turn toward and be certain of, when it's been years since that last was true. Not a consequence of loyalties divided between Gusu and Yunmeng.
His loyalty, then, to Lan Zhan. He's been generous before, will be so again, to those who need it. He will teach because he loves it, invent because he imagines it, fight because the world allows for no other choice, but the where, the for whoms, the hows, found side by side.
Metaphorical bed; to sleep, to wake, to sift through his thoughts and yawning affirmations that dawn has passed long before and still the morning cries for his attentions too soon. )
And my wish.
( A lifetime ago, in the room filled by incense, in the lap of a young woman in the scant dregs of her life and none yet the wiser: the heart wants what it wants, and he won't name it this or that or the other, can't, doesn't have that right in his eyes, but he does know this. If Lan Zhan will have him at his side, that's where he wishes to be.
... In the cell, someone clears their throat, and someone else softly utters, "Whooooo." )