[ nie huaisang's mouth quirks up into a smile again, not nearly as subdued as he'd like it to be, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. to think, his brother is standing before him, talking about trust, as if nie huaisang now trusted anyone in this world who was left. the irony in the statement, and the almost joke is astounding.
and then he hits the nail right on the head and nie huaisang's heart aches. he thinks, now you're paying attention?, then mentally shakes himself for even thinking such a thing and instead just nods his head, once or twice. ] ...away from here.
[ he shifts to look around the little party and the maze. it's too loud, and nie huaisang suddenly longs for qinghe nie, the solitude of his childhood home, so bleak and gray. he'd do anything to be there now like things were normal again, just to snatch his da-ge and run back home; instead, he gently touches his hand to his brother's arm, gesturing with his head towards a quieter looking area, near an eating establishment.
somewhere without as many listening ears, at least. heart pounding in his chest, he'll let his brother lead the way, and if his fingers curl gently in the fabric of his sleeve like he's a child again, then so be it. if the gesture builds a little chroma, the gesture creating a tiny sparkling of warmth, well, it's only natural. ]
ITS OKAY i definitely had this tag finished in a tab for two days so
and then he hits the nail right on the head and nie huaisang's heart aches. he thinks, now you're paying attention?, then mentally shakes himself for even thinking such a thing and instead just nods his head, once or twice. ] ...away from here.
[ he shifts to look around the little party and the maze. it's too loud, and nie huaisang suddenly longs for qinghe nie, the solitude of his childhood home, so bleak and gray. he'd do anything to be there now like things were normal again, just to snatch his da-ge and run back home; instead, he gently touches his hand to his brother's arm, gesturing with his head towards a quieter looking area, near an eating establishment.
somewhere without as many listening ears, at least. heart pounding in his chest, he'll let his brother lead the way, and if his fingers curl gently in the fabric of his sleeve like he's a child again, then so be it. if the gesture builds a little chroma, the gesture creating a tiny sparkling of warmth, well, it's only natural. ]