[Yao could ask anything and Xichen would do all in his power to grant it. He doesn't see the other man as lesser, despite his birth status. People had whispered, derided, often outright mocked Meng Yao. But not Lan Xichen.
Teaching him to play the guqin is a pleasure, none the least because it gives Xichen the chance to spend time with him. And a quiet, peaceful place away from those hurtful looks and whispers, for most of the Lan Sect had better manners than that. He likes the intelligence and quick wit Guangyao shows, and doesn't really even bother hiding the frequency he finds to smile his way.
The sharp mistake has him blink and pause, gaze sharpening his friend's way before gentling along with the smile he answers Yao with. He gently stills the strings of his guqin and sits back, no hint of annoyance or frustration in face or posture.]
There is nothing to forgive. Only- if what is on your mind is something I can help you with, I hope you will share it.
[Guangyao shakes his head, apologetic and a bit embarrassed--he doesn't have to fake that much either, since it was his own traitorous thoughts that had betrayed him here.]
I'm afraid there's always much on my mind these days, but this time with you always helps to soothe it.
[His gaze lowers to the guqin strings-- or rather, the hands that lie atop the strings and he takes a breath, releasing slowly. Jin Guangyao is not a man adverse to taking risks, but only when he can be reasonably sure of his victory (or, at the least, that a loss would be in his favor anyhow), so he speaks carefully, gauging every movement and weighing it against the decision to speak up more.]
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I did and have no regrets~
Teaching him to play the guqin is a pleasure, none the least because it gives Xichen the chance to spend time with him. And a quiet, peaceful place away from those hurtful looks and whispers, for most of the Lan Sect had better manners than that. He likes the intelligence and quick wit Guangyao shows, and doesn't really even bother hiding the frequency he finds to smile his way.
The sharp mistake has him blink and pause, gaze sharpening his friend's way before gentling along with the smile he answers Yao with. He gently stills the strings of his guqin and sits back, no hint of annoyance or frustration in face or posture.]
There is nothing to forgive. Only- if what is on your mind is something I can help you with, I hope you will share it.
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I'm afraid there's always much on my mind these days, but this time with you always helps to soothe it.
[His gaze lowers to the guqin strings-- or rather, the hands that lie atop the strings and he takes a breath, releasing slowly. Jin Guangyao is not a man adverse to taking risks, but only when he can be reasonably sure of his victory (or, at the least, that a loss would be in his favor anyhow), so he speaks carefully, gauging every movement and weighing it against the decision to speak up more.]
You are quite the unparalleled distraction.