[ all of this happens—persephone watches every single thing that lu bixing has done in the span of all the years this memory entails, and though she cannot hear any of his thoughts, she can feel the raw emotion in each pained expression, each jerky movement, each period of deafening silence that threatens to tear him apart. none of this is anything she's ever expected from him, and for a moment, she almost convinces herself this is someone else entirely...
but no. this is lu bixing, and though he hadn't done it willingly, he has shared with her his truth.
and so... with him having seen her at her lowest, and her at his... she whispers: ]
[ this is my favorite tag ever this is such a fucking mood
he can't help it - the response is like, startlingly funny, and he laughs, just a barked noise that's completely unintentional, and he reaches up to rub a hand over his face afterwards. it's not the first time he's seen this, but the shame in his stomach curls up every single time it plays, and this is no different, but that helped to shatter the mood, a little. ]
...Like I said. [ a little ruefully: ] Grief and anger.
[ sometimes, persephone truly seems like a member of the greek pantheon, in all her grace and glory. sometimes, she is every single bit the newly turned 20-year-old she also happens to be. right now, in this moment, after his incredulous laughter fades into remorse, she seems to sit right in the middle as she scoots closer to bixing and leans against him. ]
...hey, you can call me Kore, by the way. That's the name my mother gave me when I was born.
[ soft... he doesn't push her away at all - when persephone comes to lean up against him, lu bixing lets out a soft noise and lets her, eventually tilting his head to gently bonk it over top of hers. ]
Kore. [ bixing repeats, just to get it right, suddenly just feeling - very, very affectionate, for his friend. his friend. ] I don't have any special names to share besides the one I have, but if I did, I would.
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but no. this is lu bixing, and though he hadn't done it willingly, he has shared with her his truth.
and so... with him having seen her at her lowest, and her at his... she whispers: ]
Haha hey what the fuck.
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he can't help it - the response is like, startlingly funny, and he laughs, just a barked noise that's completely unintentional, and he reaches up to rub a hand over his face afterwards. it's not the first time he's seen this, but the shame in his stomach curls up every single time it plays, and this is no different, but that helped to shatter the mood, a little. ]
...Like I said. [ a little ruefully: ] Grief and anger.
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...hey, you can call me Kore, by the way. That's the name my mother gave me when I was born.
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Kore. [ bixing repeats, just to get it right, suddenly just feeling - very, very affectionate, for his friend. his friend. ] I don't have any special names to share besides the one I have, but if I did, I would.