I really don't know. [ nie huaisang completes, almost automatically, his voice at a murmur. of course he doesn't really know...
does he?
the possibility reels, that there's some sort of -- other him, somewhere in this world. the colors of his robes are dark and not so different, and he's already there by the time nie huaisang pulls the fan from his sleeve, lovely in color and craftsmanship. he shifts where he's settled to examine the brushwork pattern of the paint, and turns his own to the side to pull out one of his own.
his is not from his brother, but one of his own, painted by hand. the handwriting of characters should look nearly familiar, as he flicks his wrist to open his own for this other person's inspection. ] I do know that I am Nie Huaisang, the second son of my father, the sect leader of Qinghe Nie. [ a beat, and his mouth curls just faintly. ] The headshaker, as it were.
no subject
does he?
the possibility reels, that there's some sort of -- other him, somewhere in this world. the colors of his robes are dark and not so different, and he's already there by the time nie huaisang pulls the fan from his sleeve, lovely in color and craftsmanship. he shifts where he's settled to examine the brushwork pattern of the paint, and turns his own to the side to pull out one of his own.
his is not from his brother, but one of his own, painted by hand. the handwriting of characters should look nearly familiar, as he flicks his wrist to open his own for this other person's inspection. ] I do know that I am Nie Huaisang, the second son of my father, the sect leader of Qinghe Nie. [ a beat, and his mouth curls just faintly. ] The headshaker, as it were.