[ The smile... Jin Ling swallows hard. It's weird something so mundane can feel like everything. His father smiling at him, a thing that he isn't supposed to ever have a memory of and now here it is. He should have never had a memory of his voice either or his face. Now empty spaces in his mind, place holders get filled up and he swallows harder at the open acceptance from Jin Zixuan.
He turns his head away and lifts his hand to rub his eyes with the cuff of his robe. Crying is not the first impression he wants to make.
Jin ling struggles to think of something to say anything but every time he went to open his mouth the lump it grows and he has the temptation to grab his sword and flee from this, from these big emotions that no one had ever taught him how to deal with. ]
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He turns his head away and lifts his hand to rub his eyes with the cuff of his robe. Crying is not the first impression he wants to make.
Jin ling struggles to think of something to say anything but every time he went to open his mouth the lump it grows and he has the temptation to grab his sword and flee from this, from these big emotions that no one had ever taught him how to deal with. ]