[ what is he to do with this child— this disciple— this man? he exhales sharply as mo ran releases him, and kneels again, so readily offering to be interrogated, willingly and openly. it's like mo ran read his mind, and the understanding makes him pause. a demon wouldn't be able to do that.
this day, which started so poorly, is just stranger and stranger, and it makes him uncomfortable and tense, his hands curling into fists.
shamefully, he misses the hug. it's such a relief to see mo ran again, to know he survived (until now), to have him there. a taste of home, a bright spot in his day, and so much more than that, things chu wanning won't examine. ]
Not here. [ punishment is usually dolled out in front of an audience, and chu wanning has no problem with that, but this is no punishment. this is something private between them, and if it turns out that mo ran is just a figment of his imagination, or a demon sent to tempt him, then he doesn't need anyone seeing that. nor does he want anyone to pick up a bad impression of his disciple.
he turns on his heel, heading into the patched-up house mo ran had just been working on, fully expecting mo ran to follow him. only once he crosses the threshold does he realize he's probably walked into mo ran's house uninvited. he hesitates for a second, then mentally scoffs at himself and moves to the middle of the room. tianwen is easy to call forth, even in this place where so many things can go wrong, and he waits for mo ran to kneel again, wrapping the whip around him once he does. ] Who are you?
no subject
this day, which started so poorly, is just stranger and stranger, and it makes him uncomfortable and tense, his hands curling into fists.
shamefully, he misses the hug. it's such a relief to see mo ran again, to know he survived (until now), to have him there. a taste of home, a bright spot in his day, and so much more than that, things chu wanning won't examine. ]
Not here. [ punishment is usually dolled out in front of an audience, and chu wanning has no problem with that, but this is no punishment. this is something private between them, and if it turns out that mo ran is just a figment of his imagination, or a demon sent to tempt him, then he doesn't need anyone seeing that. nor does he want anyone to pick up a bad impression of his disciple.
he turns on his heel, heading into the patched-up house mo ran had just been working on, fully expecting mo ran to follow him. only once he crosses the threshold does he realize he's probably walked into mo ran's house uninvited. he hesitates for a second, then mentally scoffs at himself and moves to the middle of the room. tianwen is easy to call forth, even in this place where so many things can go wrong, and he waits for mo ran to kneel again, wrapping the whip around him once he does. ] Who are you?