[ Poor Jiang Cheng. So unsuspecting. Sitting there cultivating. Or reading. Or angrily scrolling through the network. Who knows. Jin Ling doesn't care. All Jin Ling cares about is that his uncle is in a seated position and that means he can just go and climb right onto his lap, cross his arms, and lean all his body weight against his Uncle's chest.
There. That's right. You aren't going fucking anywhere.
[ Jin Ling showing up is a surprise. Jin Ling immediately depositing himself in Jiang Cheng's lap is even more unexpected still. He just finished up his flurry of texts to the Lans and was considering finding Wei Wuxian to throttle him in person, but now he's got his fully grown, seventeen year old nephew fully occupying his lap so he just sets his phone down with a slow blink. ]
A-Ling?
[ His arms loop around Jin Ling's waist because that's where they're most comfortable. They've done this a few times now, so he's beginning to form habits and muscle memory, leaning right back into Jin Ling's weight. ]
You're not allowed to fight Hanguang-jun. Or kill Hanguang-jun. Or anything related to killing, maiming, disgracing, displacing or any other negative verb towards Hanguang-jun.
[ He slumps his weight back heavier against his uncle JUST to make his point, though he can't be completely upset with him if that trickle of moonlacing still threads through when Jiang Cheng puts his arm around Jin Ling's waist. ]
You hear me? I don't care what he said or what he's doing, just leave it alone.
[ Well. News around here certainly travels fast. Jiang Cheng gives Jin Ling a slow blink, wondering why his nephew is so invested in this. Did the Lans get to his nephew as well? Is Jiang Cheng the last remaining Jiang sect member unwooed by a Lan?
Rather than accuse him of anything right away, Jiang Cheng simply holds his nephew closer as the boy slumps against him, absently smoothing a hand over Jin Ling's hair. ]
And why do you care so much what happens to Hanguang-jun?
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consignation) wrote2019-12-14 12:01 pm
action; after wei ying texts him
There. That's right. You aren't going fucking anywhere.
Grumpily: ]
We need to talk.
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A-Ling?
[ His arms loop around Jin Ling's waist because that's where they're most comfortable. They've done this a few times now, so he's beginning to form habits and muscle memory, leaning right back into Jin Ling's weight. ]
What's wrong? Did someone bully you?
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[ He slumps his weight back heavier against his uncle JUST to make his point, though he can't be completely upset with him if that trickle of moonlacing still threads through when Jiang Cheng puts his arm around Jin Ling's waist. ]
You hear me? I don't care what he said or what he's doing, just leave it alone.
no subject
Rather than accuse him of anything right away, Jiang Cheng simply holds his nephew closer as the boy slumps against him, absently smoothing a hand over Jin Ling's hair. ]
And why do you care so much what happens to Hanguang-jun?
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[ Flatly, without qualification. That was just a truth. ]
Because I hurt him, once.
[ Or, well, he hurt Wei Wuxian. But it was basically the same thing. ]
And because he remembered who I was.
So I owe him, okay?