[there's no sharp pang of disappointment, this time - partly because they've talked about it, a little; partly because he's so obviously flustered here that she's more than willing to allow him anything if it helps him calm down.
she doesn't want him to start associating feeling uncomfortable with her.]
I can guide you, that is not a problem. [...] ...and... it is alright. It takes time to get used to speaking up.
[at least this happened during emotionshare week when she could feel it and stop immediately.]
[ actually yeah, for as embarrassing as emotions hare has been most of the time, this is pretty useful. yin yu's feeling less vulnerable than last week, now that the memories are gone, and even if the rush of his emotions related to flayn are vastly overwhelming in such close proximity, it's... it's not a bad thing.
he'd take it over sharing with lili again. (that was way too much.)
from where they're still pressed close together, she'll feel his head move, the beginnings of a nod. ] Thank you, Flayn. [ even that's starting to feel a little more comfortable, even if it gives him a spike of fluttering warmth every time he uses it. she is terrible for his blood pressure, but that's fine.
his tone's softly joking, poking at himself. ] Even speaking to others is still rather difficult for me, my lady. [ he sucks at this it's fine.
yin yu pulls back just a little to look at her again, feeling heartened and also slightly less overwhelmed, the smile on his face small and reflecting his fondness, his gratitude. ] If there's something that you'd like, then I'm happy to provide it. It's out of no obligation or sense of duty. [ ... he shifts, a little, embarrassed again, gaze flicking to the side. ] ...I just would like to make you happy.
[ ... ] ....and I'm sure it would most likely make me happy, too. [ .///. ]
[he'll feel a surge of that warm, giddy happiness again when he calls her by her name. even if she's managing not to be disappointed by my lady, there's no disguising the way her heart practically sings when he remembers to leave off the title.
her cheeks flush, and she smiles back at him, listening as he explains. that... sounds very much like what she's come to expect of him, and gods, she hopes it's true that it would make him happy, if he allowed her to.]
...the truth is, I am not quite sure what to ask for. [she actually sounds - and feels - a little flustered.] But I like... being able to show you how I feel about you, since words are... words can be difficult.
Words are very difficult. [ he agrees pretty much immediately, yeah. you're just preaching to the choir there, flayn.
settled close like this, his arm still around her, head ducked a little so the proximity doesn't change, it's easy to feel more comfortable, though, and it's almost a bit comforting to know that they're fumbling through the dark together, in some ways. flayn's miles more competent emotionally than yin yu could ever dream to be, but, she's coaxed him this far out of his shell. surely anything else is possible.
absently, his thumb rubs up and down where his other hand is still settled on her back. he doesn't even realize he's doing it; the gesture is just because she's there, a quiet revelation in her presence. he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head just a bit. ] I think it's easy to tell, though. [ i just am not sure if i can believe it's happening, goes unsaid. there's that sense of disbelieving, warm confusion, but, it's not a bad sense to have. he just can't believe something this good is happening to -- well, to him. like. why.
...there's also... lamely, after a quiet, embarrassed moment, he looks away and mumbles: ] ...this is all fine. [ everything. yeah. ] I like it too.
[she's so comfortable with him, even with how new this is for the both of them. flayn can't help but marvel over it. hundreds of thousands - millions - maybe even billions of people, in both their worlds. countless other worlds on top of that.
and they somehow manage to meet?
...they somehow manage to feel the same way about each other?
it feels like a miracle, like it's almost too good to be true. (could anything really be too good in a game of death? in two games of death?)]
[ me: I’m going to bed. also me: a liar with a phone
yin yu nods as she says so, and feels some of the weight of embarrassment loosen off of his shoulders. he’s able to relax, like this, arm around flayn, touch gentle and intimate, even peek back to glance at her properly. this time when he thinks, I should kiss her, it’s a little easier to lean forward.
so! as he tips forward to do so, feeling lighter than he has in years, feeling warmer than he has in years, just feeling something that isn’t the endless numb void of depression and guilt, yin yu does, gently, kiss her.
the problem is that about two seconds later there’s a BANG of a jump scare from the film behind them. ]
anyway. it's a perfectly nice moment - romantic, even, despite the fact that they're trapped in a camp where people die each week. (flayn had not thought many things could be romantic in a place like this.)
but yin yu's lips on her own make her feel warm and content - at least, for the two seconds they're there before the BANG on the television screen. flayn's shriek is muffled by his lips, but she clutches to him tightly, startled - more from the suddenness of the sound than because it was actually scary at all.
with a gasp, she pulls back, then buries her face in his shoulder.]
[ they're stuck in a deadly murder camp. any sort of noise can be threatening, which means when the noise goes, yin yu also startles like a cat, his arm immediately tightening around flayn's waist to pull her closer, protective, his other hand up, ready to fight -
....
and then it's nothing. all of the pent up tension goes out of him like a balloon, and yin yu glances over her shoulder to the tv screen. the ghost bride is haunting the main woman, shrieking and yelling and now making a ton of noise as they attempt to do some kind of exorcism. ]
...the movie. [ he says, shaking his head at himself for being too jumpy, a quiet chuckle in his voice as he loosens his grip. ridiculous... so ridiculous... ]
(he may get a sense of that, just briefly, before she tamps down on it. no, she told him they could take this slow - or at least more slowly. his own pace.
it strikes her as sort of funny - in the stories she hears, it's usually the other way around.)]
...ah - that is right. I did not realize it would be so... loud.
[she speaks the words into his shoulder. should she get up? should she let go of him? she probably could, but it's warm and comfortable, being here like this. at least the movie being scary ("scary") gives her an excuse to cling to him, even if she isn't actually scared at all.]
[ sorry for your lack of romance novel hero flayn :( you are the romance novel hero all along
yin yu's observant nature means he does not miss out on that wish of hers, and... though he'd already started to let go, he pauses.
this emotion share thing is... you know, it's been kind of terrible all week long? but right now, it's. it's really useful. some of the flush returns to his cheeks, but, slowly, he replaces his arm. the grip is less "incoming danger i will protect you with everything" and more holding her close to him, his fingers hovering briefly before his arm settles around her waist a little tighter than before. scandalous.
yin yu absolutely can only look at the screen while this is happening, too embarrassed to look at her properly, because the minute he does he will give into propriety and move. ]
I suppose that's one way to make things 'scary'... [ like startling a little kid during a game... well, ok. it did make yin yu jump, even, so it's not like he's immune. ] ...it startled me, too.
[she doesn't want a romance novel hero. she just wants yin yu.
her heart warms as he wraps his arm around her, and he'll feel her fondness and gratitude - it's twinged with a slight bit of guilt, because she's sure he's responding to her feelings, but mostly it's just... she's happy.
really happy.]
...well! I suppose if we are both startled, it would be better to... stay like this, so that we feel safe if it happens again.
[that's such a flimsy excuse but she's providing it in case it makes this easier for him, if he has one.]
[ that is. such a lie. he can tell pretty much instantly.
....he's absolutely not going to call her out on it. ] ...If that's the case, then...
[ his emotions come across bashful, but, he's definitely not complaining. settled close like this with her at his side, yin yu feels more content, than anything. a perfectly warm, comfortable feeling of contentment that seeps into his bones and finds the dark places he's been hiding in. it's not such a bright light that he wants to scuttle off and away from it. it's just.
it's nice. it's a tentative grab at a happiness that he hasn't had in a long, long time. for a moment, it seems like that's all he has to say.
but, a bit of muted, fond wryness laces his tone. ] ...then, please protect me as well.
[ it feels a little embarrassing to say something like that, but. he has a feeling it might make flayn smile, and that's really - it just knocks him out, every time. someone could get used to such a tiny, muted warmth. ]
[just as he suspects - it does make her smile. it lights up her face and her heart, and with a little giggle, she cuddles up to him, staying exactly where she is. the exorcism plays on the screen behind them.
[ from anything. from everything, be it monstrous residual versions of their former island comrades, to too cold weather, to a jump scare in a film. if yin yu can protect her from it--keep this candle of hers flickering, the light of hers shining, that smile on her face-- he will give his heart and soul over to it.
so, as light as the moment is, it's a little meaningful, too.
she'll feel his heart swoop when he says her name, clearly still trying His Best, but it comes out anyway, and he doesn't tense up at the proximity or anything, either. rather, yin yu moves to reach for one of the blankets in the seating area to pull it up and over their laps, fussing to make things just a bit more comfortable and trying not to jostle flayn at the same time.
he, too, is not paying any attention to the movie. at all. he hasn't been in a while. ]
[it's sheer delight that he'll feel from her when he says her name again. maybe someday, she'll stop being quite so happy about something so simple -
but then again, maybe she won't.
"flayn" might not be the name she was born with, but it's the name she's chosen for herself. out of necessity, to be sure - but it's also the name that the people she knows and cares for know her by, and that's no small thing. to hear yin yu call her by that name, then - just as the people she so much wants to return home to do...
well.
it's certainly something.
she relaxes utterly as he pulls a blanket over them. it's comfortable, here with him. part of her wonders if they might fall asleep here, even though it isn't a curfew night.
[ meanwhile tomorrow there will be like 10 people stuffed in this cabin and one of them is going to die -
for tonight, it's just yin yu and flayn, though. there aren't many places in this camp that could be deemed acceptable for something like a 'date', or something 'romantic', maybe, but this seems to be pretty close to it. it's easy to forget about the outside world, just for a few hours, sitting comfortable here with flayn.
as she relaxes against him, yin yu takes a moment to take a breath. as ever, he is meditative, reflective - it gives him a moment to center himself, to marvel at the moment quietly from afar. this sort of happiness is something he'd like to hold onto, for when things are rough. there is someone and something worth fighting for, outside of simply doing his duties. a bond of his own, he'd forged over weeks of companionship, of flayn's gentle coaxing. no matter what happens, there will be this present moment of warmth to fall back on.
slowly, yin yu tips his head, so his cheek falls gently against the crown of her head. it ensconces them a little further, into this more or less comfortable little nest they've created, and the last bit of tension winds out of his shoulders, too. tuning back into the film puts the family in the middle of an opera, and the familiarity of the scene pretty much mitigates any weirdness of it being so modern; the sights and sounds are soothing, even if the opera is designed to be some kind of a ritual exorcism.
hm. as the scene plays, he comments; ] I can assure you that removing demonic presence does not often include singing or performance in reality.
[frankly, given the number of pcs i've seen set in the entertainment cabin, i'm astounded no one has walked in on them. maybe there are like five people here on the other side of the room this evening, pointedly ignoring their het nonsense.
...for her part, flayn has never seen an opera. yin yu's comment draws her attention back to the movie, and she watches for a few long moments.
is that what the opera in enbarr was like, she wonders? or maybe this is merely fiction, for the sake of the story they're telling. he's already said it's not a true exorcism.]
mm... at flayn's question, he pauses, a bit thoughtful, watching the exorcism on the screen with detached interest. it's all very bloody and gory and horrifying, but it seems to be successful... so there's that. ] It's usually a messier affair. Talismans or ceremonies, or sometimes through pain to the host person.
It's not unheard of, but I don't believe I've ever participated in one like this. [ that's for sure. masks or otherwise, you will not catch him singing at a demon anytime soon. ]
It is not common for the host to survive. [ which is the same in the film, apparently. the soul of the woman reawakens in the underworld, at a lake of fire and blood, and nearly immediately gets into a fight with a pair of the ghost bride's concubines. ah. unfortunate. ]
There is a reason why a ghost bride is a particularly dangerous ghost to encounter. General Xuan Ji was extremely powerful-- only a level below my master.
[oh, yikes. flayn isn't exactly scared - it's definitely not fear he'll be feeling from her! ...but there is definitely sadness. it isn't the host's fault a malevolent spirit would latch onto them.
and surely the ghost bride wouldn't have wanted to become like that...]
...I hope that when you return home [her heart gives a small pang at that, which she ignores] she does not cause you much trouble. I do not much like the thought of you in danger...
[particularly when she wouldn't be there to do anything about it.]
flayn's sadness echoes, a little. he glances down, and she'll feel the concern, and a hint of something... a little touched, at her worries. there's no need for them, but that she would be worried is still surprising, and it means a lot. yin yu gives her a small squeeze, trying to be reassuring. ]
I've faced worse, my lady: there is no need to be concerned. Besides, I am not her target - while I may have to deal with her in some capacity, she most likely will not even know I'm there. [ if xuan ji does show her face again - as yin yu predicts that she might - he only knows one person she'll be chasing after. he and chengzhu will be able to clean up the mess. ]
[she really doesn't understand how so many people can possibly fail to realize yin yu is there. in the weeks she's known him, she's become very attuned to his presence - when he's here, it's difficult for her not to notice him.]
...whether you have faced worse or not, whether you can conceal yourself from her or not, that will not stop me from being concerned for your safety.
it's so novel to have someone care that much. so strange, but so nice, too. it reflects back in his emotions - a bit of surprise, warmth, and then the fact that he's touched - and yin yu looks down at her and away from the film, the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile.
how did he get lucky? for once in his life? ] ...That's very kind of you. [ he. he will do his best to stay safe. yin yu has something that isn't work to live for, doesn't he? for these little moments of warmth, fleeting snatches of happiness he's allowed to have. for her. for flayn.
the urge to kiss her again is there, muted, quiet. ] I'll do my best to be safe.
[she looks up at him. there's a bit of... uncertainty? she's feeling what he's feeling, but there is a small part of her that wonders if that's really what he's feeling, or if it's just wishful thinking on her part.
because yin yu is - he's wonderful. more wonderful than he realizes, she thinks, and it baffles her that he has trouble seeing himself that way.]
...if something happened to you, I... [she bites her lip.] I do not know if I could bear it.
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she doesn't want him to start associating feeling uncomfortable with her.]
I can guide you, that is not a problem. [...] ...and... it is alright. It takes time to get used to speaking up.
[at least this happened during emotionshare week when she could feel it and stop immediately.]
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he'd take it over sharing with lili again. (that was way too much.)
from where they're still pressed close together, she'll feel his head move, the beginnings of a nod. ] Thank you, Flayn. [ even that's starting to feel a little more comfortable, even if it gives him a spike of fluttering warmth every time he uses it. she is terrible for his blood pressure, but that's fine.
his tone's softly joking, poking at himself. ] Even speaking to others is still rather difficult for me, my lady. [ he sucks at this it's fine.
yin yu pulls back just a little to look at her again, feeling heartened and also slightly less overwhelmed, the smile on his face small and reflecting his fondness, his gratitude. ] If there's something that you'd like, then I'm happy to provide it. It's out of no obligation or sense of duty. [ ... he shifts, a little, embarrassed again, gaze flicking to the side. ] ...I just would like to make you happy.
[ ... ] ....and I'm sure it would most likely make me happy, too. [ .///. ]
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her cheeks flush, and she smiles back at him, listening as he explains. that... sounds very much like what she's come to expect of him, and gods, she hopes it's true that it would make him happy, if he allowed her to.]
...the truth is, I am not quite sure what to ask for. [she actually sounds - and feels - a little flustered.] But I like... being able to show you how I feel about you, since words are... words can be difficult.
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settled close like this, his arm still around her, head ducked a little so the proximity doesn't change, it's easy to feel more comfortable, though, and it's almost a bit comforting to know that they're fumbling through the dark together, in some ways. flayn's miles more competent emotionally than yin yu could ever dream to be, but, she's coaxed him this far out of his shell. surely anything else is possible.
absently, his thumb rubs up and down where his other hand is still settled on her back. he doesn't even realize he's doing it; the gesture is just because she's there, a quiet revelation in her presence. he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head just a bit. ] I think it's easy to tell, though. [ i just am not sure if i can believe it's happening, goes unsaid. there's that sense of disbelieving, warm confusion, but, it's not a bad sense to have. he just can't believe something this good is happening to -- well, to him. like. why.
...there's also... lamely, after a quiet, embarrassed moment, he looks away and mumbles: ] ...this is all fine. [ everything. yeah. ] I like it too.
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[she's so comfortable with him, even with how new this is for the both of them. flayn can't help but marvel over it. hundreds of thousands - millions - maybe even billions of people, in both their worlds. countless other worlds on top of that.
and they somehow manage to meet?
...they somehow manage to feel the same way about each other?
it feels like a miracle, like it's almost too good to be true. (could anything really be too good in a game of death? in two games of death?)]
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yin yu nods as she says so, and feels some of the weight of embarrassment loosen off of his shoulders. he’s able to relax, like this, arm around flayn, touch gentle and intimate, even peek back to glance at her properly. this time when he thinks, I should kiss her, it’s a little easier to lean forward.
so! as he tips forward to do so, feeling lighter than he has in years, feeling warmer than he has in years, just feeling something that isn’t the endless numb void of depression and guilt, yin yu does, gently, kiss her.
the problem is that about two seconds later there’s a BANG of a jump scare from the film behind them. ]
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anyway. it's a perfectly nice moment - romantic, even, despite the fact that they're trapped in a camp where people die each week. (flayn had not thought many things could be romantic in a place like this.)
but yin yu's lips on her own make her feel warm and content - at least, for the two seconds they're there before the BANG on the television screen. flayn's shriek is muffled by his lips, but she clutches to him tightly, startled - more from the suddenness of the sound than because it was actually scary at all.
with a gasp, she pulls back, then buries her face in his shoulder.]
What was that...?
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....
and then it's nothing. all of the pent up tension goes out of him like a balloon, and yin yu glances over her shoulder to the tv screen. the ghost bride is haunting the main woman, shrieking and yelling and now making a ton of noise as they attempt to do some kind of exorcism. ]
...the movie. [ he says, shaking his head at himself for being too jumpy, a quiet chuckle in his voice as he loosens his grip. ridiculous... so ridiculous... ]
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(he may get a sense of that, just briefly, before she tamps down on it. no, she told him they could take this slow - or at least more slowly. his own pace.
it strikes her as sort of funny - in the stories she hears, it's usually the other way around.)]
...ah - that is right. I did not realize it would be so... loud.
[she speaks the words into his shoulder. should she get up? should she let go of him? she probably could, but it's warm and comfortable, being here like this. at least the movie being scary ("scary") gives her an excuse to cling to him, even if she isn't actually scared at all.]
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yin yu's observant nature means he does not miss out on that wish of hers, and... though he'd already started to let go, he pauses.
this emotion share thing is... you know, it's been kind of terrible all week long? but right now, it's. it's really useful. some of the flush returns to his cheeks, but, slowly, he replaces his arm. the grip is less "incoming danger i will protect you with everything" and more holding her close to him, his fingers hovering briefly before his arm settles around her waist a little tighter than before. scandalous.
yin yu absolutely can only look at the screen while this is happening, too embarrassed to look at her properly, because the minute he does he will give into propriety and move. ]
I suppose that's one way to make things 'scary'... [ like startling a little kid during a game... well, ok. it did make yin yu jump, even, so it's not like he's immune. ] ...it startled me, too.
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her heart warms as he wraps his arm around her, and he'll feel her fondness and gratitude - it's twinged with a slight bit of guilt, because she's sure he's responding to her feelings, but mostly it's just... she's happy.
really happy.]
...well! I suppose if we are both startled, it would be better to... stay like this, so that we feel safe if it happens again.
[that's such a flimsy excuse but she's providing it in case it makes this easier for him, if he has one.]
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....he's absolutely not going to call her out on it. ] ...If that's the case, then...
[ his emotions come across bashful, but, he's definitely not complaining. settled close like this with her at his side, yin yu feels more content, than anything. a perfectly warm, comfortable feeling of contentment that seeps into his bones and finds the dark places he's been hiding in. it's not such a bright light that he wants to scuttle off and away from it. it's just.
it's nice. it's a tentative grab at a happiness that he hasn't had in a long, long time. for a moment, it seems like that's all he has to say.
but, a bit of muted, fond wryness laces his tone. ] ...then, please protect me as well.
[ it feels a little embarrassing to say something like that, but. he has a feeling it might make flayn smile, and that's really - it just knocks him out, every time. someone could get used to such a tiny, muted warmth. ]
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she is paying absolutely no mind to that.]
I will protect you with my life, Yin Yu.
[from, um, jumpscares?]
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[ from anything. from everything, be it monstrous residual versions of their former island comrades, to too cold weather, to a jump scare in a film. if yin yu can protect her from it--keep this candle of hers flickering, the light of hers shining, that smile on her face-- he will give his heart and soul over to it.
so, as light as the moment is, it's a little meaningful, too.
she'll feel his heart swoop when he says her name, clearly still trying His Best, but it comes out anyway, and he doesn't tense up at the proximity or anything, either. rather, yin yu moves to reach for one of the blankets in the seating area to pull it up and over their laps, fussing to make things just a bit more comfortable and trying not to jostle flayn at the same time.
he, too, is not paying any attention to the movie. at all. he hasn't been in a while. ]
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but then again, maybe she won't.
"flayn" might not be the name she was born with, but it's the name she's chosen for herself. out of necessity, to be sure - but it's also the name that the people she knows and cares for know her by, and that's no small thing. to hear yin yu call her by that name, then - just as the people she so much wants to return home to do...
well.
it's certainly something.
she relaxes utterly as he pulls a blanket over them. it's comfortable, here with him. part of her wonders if they might fall asleep here, even though it isn't a curfew night.
that might not be so bad.]
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for tonight, it's just yin yu and flayn, though. there aren't many places in this camp that could be deemed acceptable for something like a 'date', or something 'romantic', maybe, but this seems to be pretty close to it. it's easy to forget about the outside world, just for a few hours, sitting comfortable here with flayn.
as she relaxes against him, yin yu takes a moment to take a breath. as ever, he is meditative, reflective - it gives him a moment to center himself, to marvel at the moment quietly from afar. this sort of happiness is something he'd like to hold onto, for when things are rough. there is someone and something worth fighting for, outside of simply doing his duties. a bond of his own, he'd forged over weeks of companionship, of flayn's gentle coaxing. no matter what happens, there will be this present moment of warmth to fall back on.
slowly, yin yu tips his head, so his cheek falls gently against the crown of her head. it ensconces them a little further, into this more or less comfortable little nest they've created, and the last bit of tension winds out of his shoulders, too. tuning back into the film puts the family in the middle of an opera, and the familiarity of the scene pretty much mitigates any weirdness of it being so modern; the sights and sounds are soothing, even if the opera is designed to be some kind of a ritual exorcism.
hm. as the scene plays, he comments; ] I can assure you that removing demonic presence does not often include singing or performance in reality.
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...for her part, flayn has never seen an opera. yin yu's comment draws her attention back to the movie, and she watches for a few long moments.
is that what the opera in enbarr was like, she wonders? or maybe this is merely fiction, for the sake of the story they're telling. he's already said it's not a true exorcism.]
What does it normally involve?
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mm... at flayn's question, he pauses, a bit thoughtful, watching the exorcism on the screen with detached interest. it's all very bloody and gory and horrifying, but it seems to be successful... so there's that. ] It's usually a messier affair. Talismans or ceremonies, or sometimes through pain to the host person.
It's not unheard of, but I don't believe I've ever participated in one like this. [ that's for sure. masks or otherwise, you will not catch him singing at a demon anytime soon. ]
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[there's already plenty of blood and gore and horror happening here! musical blood and gore and horror, but it is what it is nonetheless. hm.]
It seems as though it would be terrible, to be the host.
[even getting saved would be painful? yikes.]
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It is not common for the host to survive. [ which is the same in the film, apparently. the soul of the woman reawakens in the underworld, at a lake of fire and blood, and nearly immediately gets into a fight with a pair of the ghost bride's concubines. ah. unfortunate. ]
There is a reason why a ghost bride is a particularly dangerous ghost to encounter. General Xuan Ji was extremely powerful-- only a level below my master.
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[oh, yikes. flayn isn't exactly scared - it's definitely not fear he'll be feeling from her! ...but there is definitely sadness. it isn't the host's fault a malevolent spirit would latch onto them.
and surely the ghost bride wouldn't have wanted to become like that...]
...I hope that when you return home [her heart gives a small pang at that, which she ignores] she does not cause you much trouble. I do not much like the thought of you in danger...
[particularly when she wouldn't be there to do anything about it.]
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flayn's sadness echoes, a little. he glances down, and she'll feel the concern, and a hint of something... a little touched, at her worries. there's no need for them, but that she would be worried is still surprising, and it means a lot. yin yu gives her a small squeeze, trying to be reassuring. ]
I've faced worse, my lady: there is no need to be concerned. Besides, I am not her target - while I may have to deal with her in some capacity, she most likely will not even know I'm there. [ if xuan ji does show her face again - as yin yu predicts that she might - he only knows one person she'll be chasing after. he and chengzhu will be able to clean up the mess. ]
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[she really doesn't understand how so many people can possibly fail to realize yin yu is there. in the weeks she's known him, she's become very attuned to his presence - when he's here, it's difficult for her not to notice him.]
...whether you have faced worse or not, whether you can conceal yourself from her or not, that will not stop me from being concerned for your safety.
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it's so novel to have someone care that much. so strange, but so nice, too. it reflects back in his emotions - a bit of surprise, warmth, and then the fact that he's touched - and yin yu looks down at her and away from the film, the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile.
how did he get lucky? for once in his life? ] ...That's very kind of you. [ he. he will do his best to stay safe. yin yu has something that isn't work to live for, doesn't he? for these little moments of warmth, fleeting snatches of happiness he's allowed to have. for her. for flayn.
the urge to kiss her again is there, muted, quiet. ] I'll do my best to be safe.
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[she looks up at him. there's a bit of... uncertainty? she's feeling what he's feeling, but there is a small part of her that wonders if that's really what he's feeling, or if it's just wishful thinking on her part.
because yin yu is - he's wonderful. more wonderful than he realizes, she thinks, and it baffles her that he has trouble seeing himself that way.]
...if something happened to you, I... [she bites her lip.] I do not know if I could bear it.
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