yang jiang !!
Lips become thin when he brings up the recent events. She’s seen the rips happen in real-time, right before her eyes. It was a terrifying thing to witness.
❝ the very fabric of space was being torn apart, as if it were made of paper. ❞ Chang'e hits him with her assurances as subtly as a bull trots through a China shop ; still, there’s a cautious optimism in her words, and encouragement for him to follow her into the extension of her home.
Food was always more enjoyable when there was company, after all.
❝ i got a surprise visit from Wukong during the last world-ending phenomenon, along with his protege. ❞ Fingertips are outstretched to the canine as she turns to head inside, unsure of the trust built in the few moments they’ve been in each other’s company. ❝ i imagine they’re going be as cagey on details as they were last time, too. ❞
@fatedefyd we outsiders can kiss about it i guess.
"I am one of the last people he would ever confide in. If you can't charm him into talking, I don't know who could."
Wukong was a nasty name to drop; one he'd been perfectly content forgetting all these years. Perhaps the most ungrateful creature of all time, still lived and breathed his consequences in other people's vicinity without so much as an apology. Outside the monkey's own interests and agenda, he didn't expect the Great Sage to be especially helpful in most contexts.
"Thank you."
Erlang is a polite house guest. His boots remain at the door, and his hound behaves themself as they cross the threshold into Chang'e's home. The door closes behind them with a soft thunk. Xiaotian on the other hand, walked as close to Chang'e's legs as they could, determined to get under-leg. The illustrious sage was quick to reprimand his hound, who then fell back into line. They still looked particularly eager to return to their previously held proximity.
"If it all ends, I want to spend my time well. Do you have anything strong to drink? I'll settle for cooking wine." He half smiled.
