[ we're playing jenga now because i think it's funny to imagine
chang geng glances up from where he's seated cross legged opposite him, assessing where to pull the next piece, then looks back to reach out and start easing a piece free. ]
This sounds complicated. [ vax just casually (awkwardly?) says it and he's going to go with it. ] Figuratively or literally?
chang geng finds a place to slide his jenga piece into the tower, silent as he listens. there is sympathy, a twist of it in his chest, when he mentions his sister. ]
That, I'm sorry for, Vax. [ truly ] You're close with her? That must be nice to have.
Then I hope for her prosperity and happiness. Especially if you can no longer see her, because of your borrowed time. [ because even if he does not have that bond, he still understands - if you love someone, that's all you want for them. safety, a long life, all the world for them.
he doesn't say anything at first. but regardless of primary or complementary colors, he can't bottle it away. ]
I am, supposedly, the youngest of four. Three half brothers, the third of which is no longer with us and I never met - and the second of which betrayed the country. The eldest, the current emperor, is not particularly fond of me, though he would never say it to save face.
[ must be nice to be able to not just word barf your backstory on everyone all the time and only do it occasionally!!! fuck you and your lack of blue
but, oh. he's quiet for a second with the first part again, pausing in his moving of the tower (because he appreciates it, he does, but he just remembers that they're supposed to be stuck here and percival is here and )
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week 1, monday
maybe we're playing jenga
anyway. vax is sitting here cross legged, and just sort of says after a long, contemplative silence. ]
...d'you know, I'm dead?
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chang geng glances up from where he's seated cross legged opposite him, assessing where to pull the next piece, then looks back to reach out and start easing a piece free. ]
This sounds complicated. [ vax just casually (awkwardly?) says it and he's going to go with it. ] Figuratively or literally?
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the compulsion to continue talking about this is still there! he watches chang geng, pulling his legs up to sit like a weirdo in the chair. ]
Yeah. Kind of both. [ ??? ] ... I've been living on borrowed time for a couple of years, now.
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so this is. something. fucking magic worlds. ]
I see. I don't think you need to hear condolences or apologies - not when you've faced it for years. Would be a bit of an insult in the long run.
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no. for vax, this is normal. he glances at chang geng for a moment, but the urge to talk just stays in his chest, so... ]
Mm. I dunno. [ ... ] Might be nice. I fucking miss my sister.
[ and that, for the first time, feels really heavy with something sad. ]
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chang geng finds a place to slide his jenga piece into the tower, silent as he listens. there is sympathy, a twist of it in his chest, when he mentions his sister. ]
That, I'm sorry for, Vax. [ truly ] You're close with her? That must be nice to have.
[ ... hm, now don't you fucking start, too. ]
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anyway ]
She's my other half. [ his whole heart. his twin. you can hear it in his voice, how much he loves vex.
...
as chang geng continues, vax stops briefly, as he lifts his hand, brows knitting together - his expression genuinely soft. empathetic. ] ...no family?
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he doesn't say anything at first. but regardless of primary or complementary colors, he can't bottle it away. ]
I am, supposedly, the youngest of four. Three half brothers, the third of which is no longer with us and I never met - and the second of which betrayed the country. The eldest, the current emperor, is not particularly fond of me, though he would never say it to save face.
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but, oh. he's quiet for a second with the first part again, pausing in his moving of the tower (because he appreciates it, he does, but he just remembers that they're supposed to be stuck here and percival is here and )
thankfully chang geng keeps going. he snorts, once, dryly. ] Fucking rich people.
[ wow ] Sounds like my dad. No one in Syngorn'll ever tell you to your face they hate your guts, but they sure make it obvious.
[ ... ]
's not all you got though, yeah? Those three?