(He says, more harshly than he ever meant to say. He can feel the emotions in the air and it's not Xie Lian's fault that Hua Cheng is he most aggravating person in the world.)
Ugh... (He closes his eyes and tries. He really, really tries to count down from ten or something. He dislikes being worked up like this. It takes so much to get him like this!!
And just, a little more softly, though, it takes some effort,) Look, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you or anything.
I just don't get why you're asking me. I didn't do anything.
[ this is so... this is so weird. when claude apologizes to him, xie lian looks a little surprised - his brow's still furrowed, like he was trying to figure his way through the timeline of events that could've led to this.
he's quiet for a second, that cloud of worry hanging over them both from this distance. ] ...it's not that I think anyone did anything one way or another, really...
...I just know a different San Lang than everyone else does, I think. [ he knows, actually - when it comes to his own realm, hua cheng has quite the reputation. ] I know that he can be... to other people, sometimes he can come off as capricious, and even as downright rude. There are many people in my realm who are terrified of him, for some reason or another, and some of the remarks he makes can be cutting, I think because he just doesn't really try to get along with others much at all. [ besides him, anyway.
there's a beat. ] ...but, I'm sorry, if he upset you. I'm sure he didn't mean it.
[ xie lian's nose wrinkles as he frowns, looking away from claude and the stars and down at the ground below them, instead, soft and a little sad. ] San Lang doesn't have a lot of friends, and... you two seemed to really get along...
[ HE'S SO SAD? as soon as he figures out this is an effect it's going to get annoying but right now he's just worried for them both. ] I hope that you'll be able to give him another chance, eventually. He really is a good person.
(It's definitely weird, not that Claude realizes anything about that which is also strange. As far as he feels, this all feels perfectly normal! And the feeling in the air is just agitated and frustrated, increasing more and more as Xie Lian speaks. He's not an angry person, it takes a lot to really make him mad, but right now, he's just! So! Angry!!)
I don't care.
(He interjects as soon as he's given the chance,)
No one has to forgive him for being arrogant (confident) and dishonest (cunning). If he isn't going to try to get along with others then there's no reason for me to try to talk to him.
(But they were literally talking earlier this week. They were fine. THey were having fun, even?)
Xie Lian, I get it. You like him. I don't know why but you do. (Why is he so sad? Why is he trying to make Claude like this guy? He's not going to. He can't.) But I don't have to give him anything.
[ that's all xie lian really has to say, at first, letting him say every piece that he wants to say. arrogant, dishonest, unlikable, cruel; a calamity. the descriptors that claude has assigned to hua cheng are just the ones that the heavens have given him, too.
...so, he won't be dissuaded, really. this is what they usually might have to deal with, and the worry doesn't really fade away in response to claude's emotions pressed outwards, but rather, starts to shift. it feels a little more like... like he's disappointed, more than anything else. he's not mad. he's just disappointed in your actions, young man. ]
...Alright. [ he says, quietly. ] I know that I won't be able to convince you otherwise, will I? [ because... something about this just feels so off. it seems more like some kind of plan, or something, and if they're trying to be convincing by not including xie lian on it, it's certainly working.
...but, he's pretty sure san lang wouldn't do that. (after all, nothing will convince him that hua cheng is cruel... unless, of course, someone decides to curse him next week but hey). ]
I'll... do my best to mediate so you two are kept apart. [ until xie lian can figure out this mess and fix it himself. ] Okay?
(What the heck, what's with this feeling? It's heavy in the air and pricks at him, making him stand taller in response, holding his head up higher and looking directly at Xie Lian.
He doesn't need to feel this.
Because something like this makes him want to step up (There's a no good boy in a palace)
Prove himself (An unworthy prince)
And this is all because of that guy?
The air is calm but there's a tension, underneath it all is a bright desire mixed with a hot anger. He could scream. He could fight. But he won't because his problem isn't with Xie Lian,)
Just tell him to stay away. I'm not the type of person that goes looking for a fight so if he just stays away, there won't be any problems.
I know. [ xie lian says, with a little nod of his head. he's picking up on that, the proud set to claude's shoulders, the air about him. it reminds him of the headstrong nature of himself, many, many years ago. ]
Even just by knowing you in this short of time, I can see that. I'll do what I can.
[ but. xie lian knows when to push, so. time to change the subject! he'll feel that xie lian's emotions are genuine - the praise that comes out of his mouth is his honest opinion. ] ...you know, you really are a very levelheaded person, Claude. To be so young and so clever is certainly a boon.
[ which is why this is so WEIRD. ]
Can I ask you a question? Not relating to San Lang, or anything, just - something I'm a bit curious about.
(It's going to take a little more than some praise to get him to wind down!! He was already in a sensitive state of mind and then Xie Lian had to strike him in a particularly sensitive spot,)
...
(He raises a hand to his hair, pushing it back and closes his eyes for a moment. Breathe. Refocus. The stars in the sky, the salty air from the sea, the sound of waves. If he thinks about the world, everything else feels smaller.
THERE'S A SPIKE when he mentions Hua Cheng again but he pushes it down, trying to move on the topic,)
Sure.
(He's still tense. It'll take a little for him to truly regain himself, ugh.
(He hates this))
Depending on what it is, I can't promise I'll answer but I can try.
[ wow, it really is only related to san lang... he puts that in his pocket for later.
anyway. it's a bit of an odd question, but he's wondering it for a bit now, so! xie lian gives him a smile at the cheekiness, letting the familiarity of it all soak back into the conversation. ]
It may seem a bit out of nowhere, so bear with me, but - do you like to travel?
(Huh. It's an easy enough question and he doesn't mind answering,)
I mostly travel within Fodlan, but yes. (Mostly, not not always.) Some day, I'd like to visit the other nations outside of Fodlan and see what they're like for myself.
Until then, I'll just have to settle with what's in books.
(It's a good shift in the conversation and the air seems to deflate, giving way to a sense of bubbling curiosity,)
But you're right, it does seem like it's from no where. Why do you ask?
[ xie lian smiles a little, fondness pulling at the edge of his mouth, and at his shared emotions, too. it reflects like a teacher, listening to the ponderings of a particularly clever student. ]
...It was just a hunch, but. You're very well educated, beyond being clever, especially for someone so young - but at the same time, the way you were talking about the stars, and even just the way you answered the question... it speaks to someone with a wider sense for the world.
I get the sense that you must be from an upper class upbringing, but to have that sort of attitude is... it's just nice to see, is all. [ xie lian turns his head, and rests his cheek against his hand so he can put his elbow on the railing. ] Kids like you are the sort of hope that any realm really needs.
(Yes, he can certainly see where that might come from and he rolls back his shoulders some, standing straight,)
You wouldn't be wrong. (Raising an arm to his chest, he bends at the hip slightly, giving a short, casual sort of bow. His posture is entirely too relaxed for this to be a proper, formal one. He's just playing around,) Claude von Riegan, heir to House Riegan, leading house of the Leicester Alliance.
That probably doesn't mean much to you, does it?
(Just a bunch of foreign names strung together in a certain sentence,)
I'm not really like most other nobles, though. In fact, everyone is always telling me how I'm not very noble at all! ... I kind of get on everyone's nerves.
(And he doesn't sound bothered by it one bit. If anything, he sounds... very pleased?)
[ xie lian can't help himself - he laughs, and returns the casual bow with a more formal one of his own, pressing his fist to his hand.
when he straightens, his eyes are twinkling, a little amused. ]
...You really are quite cheeky. [ and a bit shameless, too. xie lian feels a little flicker of fond warmth to it, but he keeps his emotions mostly muted - because a part of him twinges with worry over what they discussed before, too. hopefully...hopefully it's just temporary. ] You are correct, that that means nothing to me, so I suppose I'll continue to treat you as I have been, if that's alright.
[ hee hee. that warmth stays on his face though, pleasant as their conversation carries on. ] I understand that feeling. Nobility certainly does require a lot of propriety, does it not? There are so many things that you're "supposed to do" or "not supposed to do".
[ and a young xie lian also once found that very silly. ]
I prefer "charming" or "endearing." (Hardheaded. Difficult. Stubborn. Impossible. He'll also accept those.) Please, my title means nothing here and I don't expect to be treated any differently because of it.
(Ah, this is nice. The air feels so good, it's hard to not just thrive in it for the moment even if it does feel weighted down,)
If I didn't know any better... I would say you're speaking from experience. Will you tell me who you are? It's only fair to do the same in return.
Cheeky. [ he confirms, looking very amused. it is charming, and it is endearing, and it is probably why xie lian took an immediate shine to claude.
as for his question... some of the amusement fades a little, but into something more thoughtful. xie lian shifts, glancing back up at the sky up above instead, the smile on his face remaining. ]
Well... that is a complicated question, with many answers, my friend. [ which is what happens when you're eight hundred years old. he'll feed into that bright, bubbly curiosity; in the realm, it doesn't really matter so much, now does it? ]
How about this - ask me a few questions, and I'll confirm or deny what you're thinking. Does that sound fair?
(It doesn't go unnoticed. Perhaps they're more similar than he'd originally thought.)
Fine.
(It's like a game with a bit of a challenge. Something easy but not so easy it'll bore him. His eyes light up, bright and eager to learn more. He'd never pass down the opportunity to gain more information. That's just how he is. He's always thirsty for knowledge.)
Let's see... Are you actually a runaway prince from a faraway land?
He was joking? He leans back on the railing, supporting himself with his hands and looks at Xie Lian curiously,)
You... are a prince?
(He isn't certain and he tries to think about wha the knows. Xie Lian is close to-- ugh, there it goes again. A spike of frustration that seems to come from out of no where as he recalls Hua Cheng, a "ghost king" and his face twists into something like a scowl before he tries to push it all back,)
[ he delivers this information quietly, glancing away from claude and out at the stars, again. his emotions shift, at first, a little confusion in response to his frustration, but...
...it's softened into a far away sort of sadness, as he finishes. it's a deep, old sadness, something that lends itself to far more depth than xie lian always shows. ] ...My kingdom was destroyed, centuries ago.
(A quiet "ah" and his heart sinks. He's always been a compassionate person, someone who thinks of others and world easily. To hear this makes his heart break for Xie Lian.
What would he do if Fodlan was destroyed? War is coming, he thinks, and it would surely leave its mark across the land.
What would he do if (that place was destroyed?) Even if his memories are filled with pain, the idea of losing (that place) pains him even more.)
I'm sorry.
(The air is heavy, solemn. He's never even been to Xie Lian's kingdom. He knows knowing about it. And yet, he feels like he could grieve.)
Can you... tell me what it was like? Before it was destroyed?
[ xie lian gives him a small smile, just a quirk of his mouth. it's a little helpless, almost sheepish, and doesn't quite reach his eyes. he feels more bad that he might have hurt claude with the mention of it, more than anything, now.
xie lian's pain is his own. the memory he has left of xian le, is, after all, the only one that is left... at least as far as he's aware. all that really still exists of it is the foundations of another kingdom, the tales of the crown prince who pleased the gods...
and xie lian.
he's quiet, for a moment longer, the pause thoughtful. ]
...It was beautiful. A kingdom of people who were happy, for a very long time - prosperous, generous, and blessed by the gods themselves. By no means was it perfect, but it had bountiful harvests and what seemed like nearly endless resources, as well as strong alliances with its neighbors...and most importantly, a content populace. Xian Le was an incredibly blessed, vibrant place and was well known for its four treasures; the beauty of its people, its music, its arts, and...
[ the pause here is just a flicker. something crosses his eyes, but it's hard to discern exactly what, but that soft aura of sadness has yet to melt away. ] ...And, its crown prince.
(He tries to imagine it. It's difficult when he's unfamiliar with Xie Lian's culture but he tries to imagine something... like a mix of what he knows. Maybe one of them will be right.
Smiling people who look like Xie Lian, laughing and sharing the bounty of their land together. A beautiful place, he thinks, where everything seems ideal. Music in the air, beautiful sights, and a people that love and feel pride for
A crown prince
It's brief, something that could easily be missed if one isn't paying attention but in the air, there's a flicker, just the briefest twinge of empathy, a painful twist of the heart that quickly gets pushed away.
If one was just watching Claude, they would never notice. His expression hardly changes, not even behind his eyes. It's the same as ever, focused on Xie Lian, giving him his complete attention and for the most part, the air around Claude lets off a sense of fascinated wonder, like someone hearing a beautiful story for the first time, and there's that sort of... bittersweet feeling in the air that comes from knowing how Xie Lian is feeling,)
It sounds incredible. I wish I could see it for myself. (What could he learn from it? Everything, he thinks. But this is a sad story and he knows it,) ... What happened?
[ even quietly lost in his own head, xie lian can pick up on claude's emotions. he feels the wonder, but...
it's easier to pick up on feelings that you share with others. that bittersweetness - it's the same way that xie lian feels, talking about xian le, now. it was so, so very long ago, and pulling out the happy memories of it sometimes feels difficult, even for someone as optimistic as himself.
as he asks, xie lian doesn't look at him. there is a moment where it seems like he might not answer. ]
...There was a war, but... [ xie lian's expression shifts, now, something flicking across his face, but the emotion share gives him away worse than his face ever would. there's sorrow, as deep and as heavy as weight, but there's guilt, too, an icy cold feeling underneath it all. regret. misery. anger, even, buried low. ]
...there was a plague that struck the country, as well. [ and as he says the word "plague" - just the tiniest hint of fear. ]
There were very few survivors, one way or another. The entire royal line was eliminated. [ except, of course, for their crown prince. their god, descended to be human again to try and help, only to watch everything fall apart.
(A war started by a classmate, someone he thinks he could have befriended if only they'd been able to find some sort of understanding. (He could never get a read on her. She wasn't like Dimitri who was so open and honest.) A mysterious plague that turned people on each other. (How did they do that? How could they prevent it?)
Xie Lian is old and has seen so much. At over 800, he's only a few centuries younger than the church itself, he thinks. He wonders what else Xie Lian has seen and how much he would be willing to share.
In comparison, Claude is only 18. Still young and he'll certainly never compare. There are things he has never seen and never will see and yet, here he is, on the cusp of a war, facing uncertainty, and searching for answers.
He'll never be able to save everyone. Thinking he can would be unrealistic
But if he can ask the right questions, find the right answers, learn more
I will make a world that is better for everyone to live in.)
Sometimes everything stops. (People die, things are left behind or lost, and sometimes there seems like everything loses meaning,,) But the world keeps turning.
I've always been able to find comfort in that. The sands of time will fall, burying what was once there, piling up until there's a new dune to climb, just another one in a growing desert.
(He looks away, up at the sky that always makes him feel small and with Xie Lian next to him, he feels more like a boy and less like a man,)
I can't even begin to imagine how vast your desert must be or how many dunes you've climbed. But even the most barren desert has its oases. (This would probably be a slightly different conversation if he didn't HATE HUA CHENG but alas,) And somewhere in all of that, is a paradise. A new place to rest and dream.
(A beautiful city surrounded by sand and plains. A place far, far away but very close to his heart.)
[ ultimately, it is the wording that gets xie lian's mouth to curl up a bit at the edge. ]
A paradise, hm?
[ there's an irony to that, that claude will probably never understand. in this moment of nostalgia, it fits in perfectly, as he recalls a confrontation on a bridge, and a phrase, written across the entrances of temples, on the mouths of devoted believers, forgotten, eight hundred years past.
body in the abyss, heart in paradise.
even moreso than before, he can see the parallels laid out before him. listening to claude talk - he may be young, but his words match xie lian's initial assessment of him. a clever, bright young man, with big dreams. a traveler, someone who must love the world so very much.
someone he hopes will have learned the lessons that xie lian had to learn in adulthood, already. that will be wiser and stronger, in ways that he never was. underneath that nostalgia, there is a quiet, radiating sense of --
pride, is what it is. pride. ]
What's your paradise like, Claude?
[ xie lian glances to the side to look at him. he can tell, that metaphor had some purpose to it. ]
(There's a feeling that catches his attention, one that he's only felt from others a handful of times in his life. Truly, he could probably count on one hand the number of times he's been able to feel this.
His mother and father, loving their son no matter how troublesome or how hated he might be by the world. His combat instructor, a large and scarred man who was always too hard on him but believed he could overcome any challenge. A certain professor at the academy, one who encouraged him unconditionally.
(Someone whose memory brings up an aching feeling in his heart and headache that he can't quite shake off. Clear memories of a charismatic professor, a curious name that always reminded him how strange the names in Fodlan could be, and of countless classes and meetings. And yet, there are things that don't make sense. Why was she there? Why did he always sit so close to the front in her classes? Why was she always there when...
Ah, the more he thinks about it, the more conflicted he feels and he has to press on.)
There's a feeling coming from Xie Lian and Claude turns to face him, eyes wide with surprise.
There aren't many people who would say they're proud of Claude. And to feel it from Xie Lian, without even having to prove himself in his usual ways is... surprising. He didn't have to spend hours studying or days practicing. There was no fight he had to win.
Proud, driven, focused, hopeful... these are feelings that Claude has been radiating since the week began and while he's certainly a warm person, there's always a certain level of coolness and distance to him. He gives smiles that never reach and has eyes that are always searching for something... )
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(He says, more harshly than he ever meant to say. He can feel the emotions in the air and it's not Xie Lian's fault that Hua Cheng is he most aggravating person in the world.)
Ugh... (He closes his eyes and tries. He really, really tries to count down from ten or something. He dislikes being worked up like this. It takes so much to get him like this!!
And just, a little more softly, though, it takes some effort,) Look, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you or anything.
I just don't get why you're asking me. I didn't do anything.
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he's quiet for a second, that cloud of worry hanging over them both from this distance. ] ...it's not that I think anyone did anything one way or another, really...
...I just know a different San Lang than everyone else does, I think. [ he knows, actually - when it comes to his own realm, hua cheng has quite the reputation. ] I know that he can be... to other people, sometimes he can come off as capricious, and even as downright rude. There are many people in my realm who are terrified of him, for some reason or another, and some of the remarks he makes can be cutting, I think because he just doesn't really try to get along with others much at all. [ besides him, anyway.
there's a beat. ] ...but, I'm sorry, if he upset you. I'm sure he didn't mean it.
[ xie lian's nose wrinkles as he frowns, looking away from claude and the stars and down at the ground below them, instead, soft and a little sad. ] San Lang doesn't have a lot of friends, and... you two seemed to really get along...
[ HE'S SO SAD? as soon as he figures out this is an effect it's going to get annoying but right now he's just worried for them both. ] I hope that you'll be able to give him another chance, eventually. He really is a good person.
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I don't care.
(He interjects as soon as he's given the chance,)
No one has to forgive him for being arrogant (confident) and dishonest (cunning). If he isn't going to try to get along with others then there's no reason for me to try to talk to him.
(But they were literally talking earlier this week. They were fine. THey were having fun, even?)
Xie Lian, I get it. You like him. I don't know why but you do. (Why is he so sad? Why is he trying to make Claude like this guy? He's not going to. He can't.) But I don't have to give him anything.
(Me, eski, closing my eyes as I type this,)
He isn't.
(A good person.)
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[ that's all xie lian really has to say, at first, letting him say every piece that he wants to say. arrogant, dishonest, unlikable, cruel; a calamity. the descriptors that claude has assigned to hua cheng are just the ones that the heavens have given him, too.
...so, he won't be dissuaded, really. this is what they usually might have to deal with, and the worry doesn't really fade away in response to claude's emotions pressed outwards, but rather, starts to shift. it feels a little more like... like he's disappointed, more than anything else. he's not mad. he's just disappointed in your actions, young man. ]
...Alright. [ he says, quietly. ] I know that I won't be able to convince you otherwise, will I? [ because... something about this just feels so off. it seems more like some kind of plan, or something, and if they're trying to be convincing by not including xie lian on it, it's certainly working.
...but, he's pretty sure san lang wouldn't do that. (after all, nothing will convince him that hua cheng is cruel... unless, of course, someone decides to curse him next week but hey). ]
I'll... do my best to mediate so you two are kept apart. [ until xie lian can figure out this mess and fix it himself. ] Okay?
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He doesn't need to feel this.
Because something like this makes him want to step up
(There's a no good boy in a palace)
Prove himself
(An unworthy prince)
And this is all because of that guy?
The air is calm but there's a tension, underneath it all is a bright desire mixed with a hot anger. He could scream. He could fight. But he won't because his problem isn't with Xie Lian,)
Just tell him to stay away. I'm not the type of person that goes looking for a fight so if he just stays away, there won't be any problems.
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Even just by knowing you in this short of time, I can see that. I'll do what I can.
[ but. xie lian knows when to push, so. time to change the subject! he'll feel that xie lian's emotions are genuine - the praise that comes out of his mouth is his honest opinion. ] ...you know, you really are a very levelheaded person, Claude. To be so young and so clever is certainly a boon.
[ which is why this is so WEIRD. ]
Can I ask you a question? Not relating to San Lang, or anything, just - something I'm a bit curious about.
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...
(He raises a hand to his hair, pushing it back and closes his eyes for a moment. Breathe. Refocus. The stars in the sky, the salty air from the sea, the sound of waves. If he thinks about the world, everything else feels smaller.
THERE'S A SPIKE when he mentions Hua Cheng again but he pushes it down, trying to move on the topic,)
Sure.
(He's still tense. It'll take a little for him to truly regain himself, ugh.
(He hates this))
Depending on what it is, I can't promise I'll answer but I can try.
(Already, some of his cheekiness is coming back.)
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anyway. it's a bit of an odd question, but he's wondering it for a bit now, so! xie lian gives him a smile at the cheekiness, letting the familiarity of it all soak back into the conversation. ]
It may seem a bit out of nowhere, so bear with me, but - do you like to travel?
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I mostly travel within Fodlan, but yes. (Mostly, not not always.) Some day, I'd like to visit the other nations outside of Fodlan and see what they're like for myself.
Until then, I'll just have to settle with what's in books.
(It's a good shift in the conversation and the air seems to deflate, giving way to a sense of bubbling curiosity,)
But you're right, it does seem like it's from no where. Why do you ask?
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...It was just a hunch, but. You're very well educated, beyond being clever, especially for someone so young - but at the same time, the way you were talking about the stars, and even just the way you answered the question... it speaks to someone with a wider sense for the world.
I get the sense that you must be from an upper class upbringing, but to have that sort of attitude is... it's just nice to see, is all. [ xie lian turns his head, and rests his cheek against his hand so he can put his elbow on the railing. ] Kids like you are the sort of hope that any realm really needs.
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(Yes, he can certainly see where that might come from and he rolls back his shoulders some, standing straight,)
You wouldn't be wrong. (Raising an arm to his chest, he bends at the hip slightly, giving a short, casual sort of bow. His posture is entirely too relaxed for this to be a proper, formal one. He's just playing around,) Claude von Riegan, heir to House Riegan, leading house of the Leicester Alliance.
That probably doesn't mean much to you, does it?
(Just a bunch of foreign names strung together in a certain sentence,)
I'm not really like most other nobles, though. In fact, everyone is always telling me how I'm not very noble at all! ... I kind of get on everyone's nerves.
(And he doesn't sound bothered by it one bit. If anything, he sounds... very pleased?)
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when he straightens, his eyes are twinkling, a little amused. ]
...You really are quite cheeky. [ and a bit shameless, too. xie lian feels a little flicker of fond warmth to it, but he keeps his emotions mostly muted - because a part of him twinges with worry over what they discussed before, too. hopefully...hopefully it's just temporary. ] You are correct, that that means nothing to me, so I suppose I'll continue to treat you as I have been, if that's alright.
[ hee hee. that warmth stays on his face though, pleasant as their conversation carries on. ] I understand that feeling. Nobility certainly does require a lot of propriety, does it not? There are so many things that you're "supposed to do" or "not supposed to do".
[ and a young xie lian also once found that very silly. ]
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(Ah, this is nice. The air feels so good, it's hard to not just thrive in it for the moment even if it does feel weighted down,)
If I didn't know any better... I would say you're speaking from experience. Will you tell me who you are? It's only fair to do the same in return.
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as for his question... some of the amusement fades a little, but into something more thoughtful. xie lian shifts, glancing back up at the sky up above instead, the smile on his face remaining. ]
Well... that is a complicated question, with many answers, my friend. [ which is what happens when you're eight hundred years old. he'll feed into that bright, bubbly curiosity; in the realm, it doesn't really matter so much, now does it? ]
How about this - ask me a few questions, and I'll confirm or deny what you're thinking. Does that sound fair?
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Fine.
(It's like a game with a bit of a challenge. Something easy but not so easy it'll bore him. His eyes light up, bright and eager to learn more. He'd never pass down the opportunity to gain more information. That's just how he is. He's always thirsty for knowledge.)
Let's see... Are you actually a runaway prince from a faraway land?
(Is he being serious or joking. Maybe it's both.)
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...Not...really?
[ he told you it was complicated ]
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He was joking? He leans back on the railing, supporting himself with his hands and looks at Xie Lian curiously,)
You... are a prince?
(He isn't certain and he tries to think about wha the knows. Xie Lian is close to-- ugh, there it goes again. A spike of frustration that seems to come from out of no where as he recalls Hua Cheng, a "ghost king" and his face twists into something like a scowl before he tries to push it all back,)
Were a prince?
(Ah, it's sharper than he meant it to be.)
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[ he delivers this information quietly, glancing away from claude and out at the stars, again. his emotions shift, at first, a little confusion in response to his frustration, but...
...it's softened into a far away sort of sadness, as he finishes. it's a deep, old sadness, something that lends itself to far more depth than xie lian always shows. ] ...My kingdom was destroyed, centuries ago.
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(A quiet "ah" and his heart sinks. He's always been a compassionate person, someone who thinks of others and world easily. To hear this makes his heart break for Xie Lian.
What would he do if Fodlan was destroyed?
War is coming, he thinks, and it would surely leave its mark across the land.
What would he do if (that place was destroyed?)
Even if his memories are filled with pain, the idea of losing (that place) pains him even more.)
I'm sorry.
(The air is heavy, solemn. He's never even been to Xie Lian's kingdom. He knows knowing about it. And yet, he feels like he could grieve.)
Can you... tell me what it was like? Before it was destroyed?
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xie lian's pain is his own. the memory he has left of xian le, is, after all, the only one that is left... at least as far as he's aware. all that really still exists of it is the foundations of another kingdom, the tales of the crown prince who pleased the gods...
and xie lian.
he's quiet, for a moment longer, the pause thoughtful. ]
...It was beautiful. A kingdom of people who were happy, for a very long time - prosperous, generous, and blessed by the gods themselves. By no means was it perfect, but it had bountiful harvests and what seemed like nearly endless resources, as well as strong alliances with its neighbors...and most importantly, a content populace. Xian Le was an incredibly blessed, vibrant place and was well known for its four treasures; the beauty of its people, its music, its arts, and...
[ the pause here is just a flicker. something crosses his eyes, but it's hard to discern exactly what, but that soft aura of sadness has yet to melt away. ] ...And, its crown prince.
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Smiling people who look like Xie Lian, laughing and sharing the bounty of their land together.
A beautiful place, he thinks, where everything seems ideal.
Music in the air, beautiful sights, and a people that love and feel pride for
A crown prince
It's brief, something that could easily be missed if one isn't paying attention but in the air, there's a flicker, just the briefest twinge of empathy, a painful twist of the heart that quickly gets pushed away.
If one was just watching Claude, they would never notice. His expression hardly changes, not even behind his eyes. It's the same as ever, focused on Xie Lian, giving him his complete attention and for the most part, the air around Claude lets off a sense of fascinated wonder, like someone hearing a beautiful story for the first time, and there's that sort of... bittersweet feeling in the air that comes from knowing how Xie Lian is feeling,)
It sounds incredible. I wish I could see it for myself. (What could he learn from it? Everything, he thinks. But this is a sad story and he knows it,) ... What happened?
(To let it fall?)
You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
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it's easier to pick up on feelings that you share with others. that bittersweetness - it's the same way that xie lian feels, talking about xian le, now. it was so, so very long ago, and pulling out the happy memories of it sometimes feels difficult, even for someone as optimistic as himself.
as he asks, xie lian doesn't look at him. there is a moment where it seems like he might not answer. ]
...There was a war, but... [ xie lian's expression shifts, now, something flicking across his face, but the emotion share gives him away worse than his face ever would. there's sorrow, as deep and as heavy as weight, but there's guilt, too, an icy cold feeling underneath it all. regret. misery. anger, even, buried low. ]
...there was a plague that struck the country, as well. [ and as he says the word "plague" - just the tiniest hint of fear. ]
There were very few survivors, one way or another. The entire royal line was eliminated. [ except, of course, for their crown prince. their god, descended to be human again to try and help, only to watch everything fall apart.
you will never protect anyone, xian le. ]
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(He could never get a read on her. She wasn't like Dimitri who was so open and honest.)
A mysterious plague that turned people on each other.
(How did they do that? How could they prevent it?)
Xie Lian is old and has seen so much. At over 800, he's only a few centuries younger than the church itself, he thinks. He wonders what else Xie Lian has seen and how much he would be willing to share.
In comparison, Claude is only 18. Still young and he'll certainly never compare. There are things he has never seen and never will see and yet, here he is, on the cusp of a war, facing uncertainty, and searching for answers.
He'll never be able to save everyone. Thinking he can would be unrealistic
But if he can ask the right questions, find the right answers, learn more
I will make a world that is better for everyone to live in.)
Sometimes everything stops. (People die, things are left behind or lost, and sometimes there seems like everything loses meaning,,) But the world keeps turning.
I've always been able to find comfort in that. The sands of time will fall, burying what was once there, piling up until there's a new dune to climb, just another one in a growing desert.
(He looks away, up at the sky that always makes him feel small and with Xie Lian next to him, he feels more like a boy and less like a man,)
I can't even begin to imagine how vast your desert must be or how many dunes you've climbed. But even the most barren desert has its oases. (This would probably be a slightly different conversation if he didn't HATE HUA CHENG but alas,) And somewhere in all of that, is a paradise. A new place to rest and dream.
(A beautiful city surrounded by sand and plains. A place far, far away but very close to his heart.)
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A paradise, hm?
[ there's an irony to that, that claude will probably never understand. in this moment of nostalgia, it fits in perfectly, as he recalls a confrontation on a bridge, and a phrase, written across the entrances of temples, on the mouths of devoted believers, forgotten, eight hundred years past.
body in the abyss, heart in paradise.
even moreso than before, he can see the parallels laid out before him. listening to claude talk - he may be young, but his words match xie lian's initial assessment of him. a clever, bright young man, with big dreams. a traveler, someone who must love the world so very much.
someone he hopes will have learned the lessons that xie lian had to learn in adulthood, already. that will be wiser and stronger, in ways that he never was. underneath that nostalgia, there is a quiet, radiating sense of --
pride, is what it is. pride. ]
What's your paradise like, Claude?
[ xie lian glances to the side to look at him. he can tell, that metaphor had some purpose to it. ]
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His mother and father, loving their son no matter how troublesome or how hated he might be by the world.
His combat instructor, a large and scarred man who was always too hard on him but believed he could overcome any challenge.
A certain professor at the academy, one who encouraged him unconditionally.
(Someone whose memory brings up an aching feeling in his heart and headache that he can't quite shake off. Clear memories of a charismatic professor, a curious name that always reminded him how strange the names in Fodlan could be, and of countless classes and meetings. And yet, there are things that don't make sense. Why was she there? Why did he always sit so close to the front in her classes? Why was she always there when...
Ah, the more he thinks about it, the more conflicted he feels and he has to press on.)
There's a feeling coming from Xie Lian and Claude turns to face him, eyes wide with surprise.
There aren't many people who would say they're proud of Claude. And to feel it from Xie Lian, without even having to prove himself in his usual ways is... surprising. He didn't have to spend hours studying or days practicing. There was no fight he had to win.
Proud, driven, focused, hopeful... these are feelings that Claude has been radiating since the week began and while he's certainly a warm person, there's always a certain level of coolness and distance to him. He gives smiles that never reach and has eyes that are always searching for something... )
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