he looks so stupid in htis panel . Im Bewitched
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he looks so stupid in htis panel . Im Bewitched
“Tell me, is something wrong? If something’s wrong, you can count on me.”
⧼ 🌱 ⧽ ┊ ❛ SLEEPING AT LAST.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐖 who can read him like the pages of a book. Haochen's silent, pressing looks all evening have long indicated his brother had his suspicions Zhilan's mind lied entirely elsewhere in conversation. He only asks upfront when his smiles, practiced and careful, persist in not budging under those questioning glances. Holding like stone walls, protecting his layers of inner uncertainty. Haochen can read Zhilan, but still, Zhilan does not always let himself be read. They often do this dance, the eggshell waltz around whatever plagues him as he hides his burdens from all—friend, foe, and family alike. The most he allows is his smile to drop, just long enough to thin his lips and dog-ear his book. And after a moment, to stare down at his hands as they restlessly fidget in place. ❝ I trust you, Haochen... It's not that it's wrong, it's just— ❞ How does he put this? Everything feels like a careful balance of towering blocks, taunting his mind with a possible fall. ❝ ... What, ah, was the last thing you heard about Sumeru? Do you remember? ❞ His mind wanders to the man with the large ears, the disciple of Amurta he met some time ago. Of details Zhilan picked up on that didn't align with what he recalled.
❝ It's been some time since I was last there. I suppose I can't help but wonder about its current affairs... ❞