Your pool of candidates with whom you can disparage English would shrink considerably, that is true.
๏ผ look, he's throwing himself on the serious conversation grenade solely for your benefit, wei wuxian. itachi gives him a look that manages to be completely humourless, and then he turns away, hefts himself up at the edge of the pool. ๏ผ
I'm not ready to head back just yet. Walk with me?
[He snorts and shakes his head, swimming to the edge of he pool and pulling himself out. He doesn't bother using a drying array when the weather out here is so nice, instead squeezing the excess water from his hair and then tying it into a messy bun with his red ribbon.
When he's retrieved his clothes from the tree and redressed, he pads back over to Itachi.]
Where do you want to go? [Because obviously, he'll come along.]
๏ผ it's said as he dresses, efficient and brusque. his own hair is wrung out and braided, one long plait that hangs over his shoulder, finished at a pace that borders on inhuman. ๏ผ
I simply wish to walk the world.
๏ผ to see as much as they can see, in the time they have left. to tread where others haven't, or may never again. to listen to the silences and the symphonic sounds of insects and fauna as they go about their lives. it is the sort of thing he would generally do alone, as he does so many things alone. but wei wuxian is not so much an additional person at his side as he is a sort of negative space, pressed into sharp relief in all the places and with all the sentiments itachi cannot be, or have. being at his side feels natural in a way only solitude has, for nearly a decade now.
and so — once they are both ready, he will gesture for wei wuxian to precede him on the path, and he will follow. ๏ผ
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Your pool of candidates with whom you can disparage English would shrink considerably, that is true.
๏ผ look, he's throwing himself on the serious conversation grenade solely for your benefit, wei wuxian. itachi gives him a look that manages to be completely humourless, and then he turns away, hefts himself up at the edge of the pool. ๏ผ
I'm not ready to head back just yet. Walk with me?
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When he's retrieved his clothes from the tree and redressed, he pads back over to Itachi.]
Where do you want to go? [Because obviously, he'll come along.]
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๏ผ it's said as he dresses, efficient and brusque. his own hair is wrung out and braided, one long plait that hangs over his shoulder, finished at a pace that borders on inhuman. ๏ผ
I simply wish to walk the world.
๏ผ to see as much as they can see, in the time they have left. to tread where others haven't, or may never again. to listen to the silences and the symphonic sounds of insects and fauna as they go about their lives. it is the sort of thing he would generally do alone, as he does so many things alone. but wei wuxian is not so much an additional person at his side as he is a sort of negative space, pressed into sharp relief in all the places and with all the sentiments itachi cannot be, or have. being at his side feels natural in a way only solitude has, for nearly a decade now.
and so — once they are both ready, he will gesture for wei wuxian to precede him on the path, and he will follow. ๏ผ