video | un:jinzixun

[amidstsnow]

[look at this finely dressed deer in the headlights. this is the face of a man who's clearly trying hard at something. and while he's still new to much of the technology here, that isn't the problem. (even if the typo in his own name might suggest otherwise.)

he looks like he might turn this off after all, and maybe he's regretting that he didn't go with the texted word, but then he takes a breath and pushes forward.]

I would like to address those out there who are fathers. Or anyone who might have experience with raising a child. Sons, especially.

[a long pause...a man with as much pride as jin zixuan surely finds it hard to ask for help. but he reminds himself of his sole reason, and suddenly it all rushes out.]

How does one...form bonds with them? What activities do they enjoy? What should you talk about? Do you try to be their friend?

How do you inquire about their [his expression twists.] chroma?

Any advice would be appreciated.

[please make him father of the year, it would mean so much.]

Comments

[consignation]

[ Well, that's the fastest anyone's ever burned through Jiang Cheng's goodwill. ]

Jin Guangyao.

I believe it's hypocritical of you to say unwelcome things about people's mothers.

You have an awful lot to say about family dynamics for someone cast out of his.

[firebranding]

[Guangyao’s smile freezes in place, still as a statue. Then there’s something terrible in the twist of his mouth, even as he demurely bows his head as if in deference to the younger sect leader. A mistimed barb and he can be angry at no one but himself—but hatred of himself is nothing new and he blankets himself in that cold fury and tells himself to be grateful he still has that ability to feel it.

He reminds himself that Xichen would likely be a little upset if he murdered the young man.]

Is there something you’d like to say about my mother, Sect Leader Jiang? My mother had no fearsome reputation to back her and silence anything said against her. Would you care to continue?

[It’s like stabbing a prey that’s already been caught, he’s making sure of that.]

This place has brought people back from the beyond before. Who’s to say your family won’t return to you again?

[Surely madam yu would LOVE to know about jc’s tangling with Zixuan and Wen Qing both.

Not that jgy knows all those details either but still]

[consignation]

[ Where Jin Guangyao's fury frosts over, Jiang Cheng's rage burns hot, chin lifting in defiance of those accusations. ]

No, I honor your mother's memory as I would wish anyone else to regard mine. The only shame I see is the conduct of her son.

[ His back straightens, his shoulders pull back, Yanli's memory reminding him he's sect leader now, he's grown, he's no longer a child. ]

Since you have been kind enough to wish it upon me, allow me to return the favor. May you also be reunited, so she may see what you've become.

[firebranding]

[Gods. It’s almost sad that Jiang a Cheng will ever know how close he’s come to death this day or that he should be throwing himself to the ground before Lan Xichen and beg for the honor of thanking him for his own life that’s spared only because of the first jade.

He bares his teeth in a smile that feels like it might crack his face in half and he bows his head again, his voice smooth and unshaken]

May the day find you well, Sect Leader.

[He will not run away like Jin Ling without a proper, polite farewell before he cuts the feed.]