[Here's Sholmes, trying to gingerly walk through a field of shards. This is. Probably going to end up in disaster. His daemon, Irene, in hare form on his shoulder, looks...anxious.]
Oh, if it isn't our local god. [He's waving!] I hope you've been staying careful.
[ this is a little scolding, as xie lian turns pink in the cheeks when he's addressed that way!!! please!!! ] I told you, there's no need to treat me any differently.
[ (mutters in canon) but anyway. xie lian glances over at the shard minefield from where he is standing, and he feels the urge to come help him - san lang chittering as a ferret around his neck. ]
[ the easy levity of the moment fades, as the memory ends, and suddenly, the way sholmes had softened at the mention of having a mother in the picture before makes a lot of sense.
xie lian stands with his hand on his heart, processing, for a moment. the expression on his face is empathetic, immediately - the concern and swell of emotion is very, very genuine. ] ...oh, Mr. Sholmes.
[ xie lian himself has never had a 'partner', or anything similar. but, the sacrifice made, the care given to that small child - his ward, iris - is unmistakably some kind of love. imagining losing the people dearest to him makes him ache with fierceness and protectiveness, and there's a long moment before he bows his head. ]
I'm sorry. I... I can forget seeing that, if you want me to.
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Oh, if it isn't our local god. [He's waving!] I hope you've been staying careful.
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[ this is a little scolding, as xie lian turns pink in the cheeks when he's addressed that way!!! please!!! ] I told you, there's no need to treat me any differently.
[ (mutters in canon) but anyway. xie lian glances over at the shard minefield from where he is standing, and he feels the urge to come help him - san lang chittering as a ferret around his neck. ]
...Do you need help?
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[sholmes: i am a troll and i know it]
Ah, this? No, no, no need to worry about me, my dear fellow. It will all be quite fine-
[His foot bumps against a shard.]
[The memory...or rather, the set of memories plays out. Sholmes just...stands, a little distant.]
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xie lian stands with his hand on his heart, processing, for a moment. the expression on his face is empathetic, immediately - the concern and swell of emotion is very, very genuine. ] ...oh, Mr. Sholmes.
[ xie lian himself has never had a 'partner', or anything similar. but, the sacrifice made, the care given to that small child - his ward, iris - is unmistakably some kind of love. imagining losing the people dearest to him makes him ache with fierceness and protectiveness, and there's a long moment before he bows his head. ]
I'm sorry. I... I can forget seeing that, if you want me to.
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[He shakes his head. He's bittersweet, its clear from his face, but he seems to shift it aside, moving to get his pipe.]
That's quite alright. It's not some grand secret. It was what it was.