poorlittlesange: (putting out all the fires)
金光瑶 | 𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕪𝕒𝕠 ([personal profile] poorlittlesange) wrote in [community profile] deernet 2023-04-09 01:54 am (UTC)

[in response, Jin Guangyao dips his head in a small nod, takes a breath, and then tries his very best to describe the strange and surreal memory that warped and changed as he and Huaisang experienced it. often he has to pause, to backtrack, not because he has forgotten details--his mind is a steel trap which will never afford him the luxury of forgetting anything--but because he wishes to emphasize something in more detail.

in the end, when he has finished recounting in a surprisingly steady voice his final encounter with Nie Mingjue, he looks up to where the oriole still perches on the tree branch. her song is melodic and simple; whatever she was in the memory, in Trench, she's simply a bird.]


...That is how Huaisang came to have Li meimei. Afterwards, we never spoke about what happened. And now, I suppose we never will.

[pensive, he reaches a hand up towards the bird, who is well trained enough to recognize that gesture by now. she flits down to alight on Jin Guangyao's hand, beady eyes looking at him expectantly for the bird seed he had better provide for her now that she's come all this way to grace him with her presence. and so obligingly, Jin Guangyao offers her his open palm and lets her pick out which seeds she likes best.]

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