[ Oh, certainly honest. It is, perhaps, one of the very few times he has been so open in the face of everything, and even though the scope of what it means to bear whatever he can manage is terrifying...
He desires to, more than anything.
Feelings that, despite his want to reach out, surprise him most of all. Even if, for a moment, when Solomon speaks about Jing Yuan's bold heart, he fears he has overstepped once again.
Instead, he feels the motion of the other man's arms resting against his back; the fingers tightening there too as his head lowers itself upon his shoulder. His own grip becomes firm, as he feels more certain that yes — this is the correct action to take, and that Solomon does not draw away. This time, he continues to hold on, willing to as long as he can. ]
No.
[ He then pauses to swallow, because he is trying to phrase that better. ]
...I mean to say that I have no intentions of directing my hopes elsewhere; you must know that I am not one to waver in my choices — my decisions. Besides, what is darkness without light? Shadows without brightness? Rain without sunshine?
And, perhaps even more pertinent, I recall the radiance of that laughter I have heard before from you that did not sound too dissimilar to brilliant bells calling gently in the breeze. At that time I had wondered...is there truly any brighter sound than that?
[ A rare acute nervousness prickles at him, but he continues to speak nonetheless.
Yet, despite these words, he says: ]
...But, in the end, it is all in your hands.
[ If Solomon would wish for Jing Yuan to truly begin to land with his aim — this hope. Whether if he can truly desire to grasp a hold of that hand he wishes Solomon to take — for whatever this is to be bridged, even if in certain, unquantifiable, but possibly identifiable increment amounts.
Regardless, to Jing Yuan, Solomon is dear to him. And he can't refute that. ]
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He desires to, more than anything.
Feelings that, despite his want to reach out, surprise him most of all. Even if, for a moment, when Solomon speaks about Jing Yuan's bold heart, he fears he has overstepped once again.
Instead, he feels the motion of the other man's arms resting against his back; the fingers tightening there too as his head lowers itself upon his shoulder. His own grip becomes firm, as he feels more certain that yes — this is the correct action to take, and that Solomon does not draw away. This time, he continues to hold on, willing to as long as he can. ]
No.
[ He then pauses to swallow, because he is trying to phrase that better. ]
...I mean to say that I have no intentions of directing my hopes elsewhere; you must know that I am not one to waver in my choices — my decisions. Besides, what is darkness without light? Shadows without brightness? Rain without sunshine?
And, perhaps even more pertinent, I recall the radiance of that laughter I have heard before from you that did not sound too dissimilar to brilliant bells calling gently in the breeze. At that time I had wondered...is there truly any brighter sound than that?
[ A rare acute nervousness prickles at him, but he continues to speak nonetheless.
Yet, despite these words, he says: ]
...But, in the end, it is all in your hands.
[ If Solomon would wish for Jing Yuan to truly begin to land with his aim — this hope. Whether if he can truly desire to grasp a hold of that hand he wishes Solomon to take — for whatever this is to be bridged, even if in certain, unquantifiable, but possibly identifiable increment amounts.
Regardless, to Jing Yuan, Solomon is dear to him. And he can't refute that. ]