[ xiao goes easily, raising his head at the touch against his cheek, relaxing further. here, in front of him, it is difficult not to let the joy he feels before him again after so many years apart. his father, his family, he who has lived as many (if not more) long years as xiao, he who gave him purpose when xiao had been adrift. he had missed him, truly, more than words could possibly describe. ]
I do, fùqīn. This is not how I wished to find you again.
[ he had spent many nights thinking of it, wondering how he reveal himself after so long, finding himself unable to go through with it or caught up in the troubles that seem to plague the city. it never seemed the right time, even now it does not seem to be the right time, and yet here they are. xiao blinks, tilting his head in a bird-like motion, as zhongli holds out the bag for him to take. he hesitates, briefly, glancing up in silent question before taking it and gently searching through. ]
You did not... [ he takes the box gently, undoing the lid to unveil the comb adorned with blue topaz. ] It is beautiful. [ his voice is small and almost uncertain, fingers curling around the comb as he returns the box to the bag. he cannot help but feel guilty for remaining hidden for so long, for lying in his last letter. ] Thank you.
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I do, fùqīn. This is not how I wished to find you again.
[ he had spent many nights thinking of it, wondering how he reveal himself after so long, finding himself unable to go through with it or caught up in the troubles that seem to plague the city. it never seemed the right time, even now it does not seem to be the right time, and yet here they are. xiao blinks, tilting his head in a bird-like motion, as zhongli holds out the bag for him to take. he hesitates, briefly, glancing up in silent question before taking it and gently searching through. ]
You did not... [ he takes the box gently, undoing the lid to unveil the comb adorned with blue topaz. ] It is beautiful. [ his voice is small and almost uncertain, fingers curling around the comb as he returns the box to the bag. he cannot help but feel guilty for remaining hidden for so long, for lying in his last letter. ] Thank you.