[ a brow first arches at jing yuan's words, and then only afterwards at the way their surroundings seem to be slowly shifting around them. to say that about the two of them ...
ah, what sort of fanciful images is the esteemed general conjuring up within his imagination? sleepless, candlelit nights in strategy tents, spent both trying to map out the course of wars while also attempting to convince the other to get some rest first? worry, perhaps, over how one or the other constantly puts others over himself? why not an idyllic chat in the armoury, both chiding and teasing the royal about how so many weapons seem to find themselves broken in his hands?
there's a smile on his face, but there's absolutely no attempt to make it reach his eyes. ]
Indeed, I know exactly how he was killed. I was there for the entirety of that sorry affair, after all.
[ but whether he will have to answer the obvious follow up question now depends on the forest and jing yuan, doesn't it? ]
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ah, what sort of fanciful images is the esteemed general conjuring up within his imagination? sleepless, candlelit nights in strategy tents, spent both trying to map out the course of wars while also attempting to convince the other to get some rest first? worry, perhaps, over how one or the other constantly puts others over himself? why not an idyllic chat in the armoury, both chiding and teasing the royal about how so many weapons seem to find themselves broken in his hands?
there's a smile on his face, but there's absolutely no attempt to make it reach his eyes. ]
Indeed, I know exactly how he was killed. I was there for the entirety of that sorry affair, after all.
[ but whether he will have to answer the obvious follow up question now depends on the forest and jing yuan, doesn't it? ]