Ah, it gets better? [ he wonders, before he hums in acknowledgement. even if there are fluctuations, the knowledge that even someone as powerful as chu wanning is going through them feels comforting, in a way. not to mention that now they're together, maybe their holy weapons will behave more, since they're two halves of a whole and with each other's presence, they could calm down and not be as affected by the swinging energy.
he can tell chu wanning has relaxed visibly at the sight of his weapon and mo ran smiles a little wider, holding his breath at the touch to the whip, as if his teacher was touching a part of himself instead --that's probably as close as it'll ever get. ]
I wouldn't mind if shizun took it. I'm sure it would answer to you.
[ mo ran grins as he pushes himself up onto his feet again and there's a certain, childish satisfaction in seeing how taller than chu wanning he's become now. his eyelashes flutter and his gaze wanders to the ground while his teacher mentions the rift and he beckons his weapon back, disappearing in a flash of red. he only hums, to confirm that he was indeed traveling. when he looks at the older man, his expression is under control again, eyes bright and the gentle curve of his mouth. ]
I can do better than just telling you. I wrote you letters, almost every day. It seems they've followed me all the way here, so you can take a look at them. [ he beams, dimples appearing again. ] You'll be happy to know my writing has definitely improved from the times you taught me. I had a lot of practice. I wrote letters to everyone: aunt and uncle, Xue Meng and Shi Mei. [ it must be rather clear from his explanation, that he traveled on his own and had no company of familiar faces throughout it. ]
But no matter how far and wide I've been, I've never had wontons as delicious as yours, shizun. [ it is rather a sneak attack, mo ran looking more cheerful than he's ever done so far and equally playful: he knows many of his teacher's secrets now. ]
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he can tell chu wanning has relaxed visibly at the sight of his weapon and mo ran smiles a little wider, holding his breath at the touch to the whip, as if his teacher was touching a part of himself instead --that's probably as close as it'll ever get. ]
I wouldn't mind if shizun took it. I'm sure it would answer to you.
[ mo ran grins as he pushes himself up onto his feet again and there's a certain, childish satisfaction in seeing how taller than chu wanning he's become now. his eyelashes flutter and his gaze wanders to the ground while his teacher mentions the rift and he beckons his weapon back, disappearing in a flash of red. he only hums, to confirm that he was indeed traveling. when he looks at the older man, his expression is under control again, eyes bright and the gentle curve of his mouth. ]
I can do better than just telling you. I wrote you letters, almost every day. It seems they've followed me all the way here, so you can take a look at them. [ he beams, dimples appearing again. ] You'll be happy to know my writing has definitely improved from the times you taught me. I had a lot of practice. I wrote letters to everyone: aunt and uncle, Xue Meng and Shi Mei. [ it must be rather clear from his explanation, that he traveled on his own and had no company of familiar faces throughout it. ]
But no matter how far and wide I've been, I've never had wontons as delicious as yours, shizun. [ it is rather a sneak attack, mo ran looking more cheerful than he's ever done so far and equally playful: he knows many of his teacher's secrets now. ]