Lu Meng Ziming (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
young_oldman) wrote2014-10-11 10:23 am
young_oldman) wrote2014-10-11 10:23 amEntry tags:
IC Inbox: Empatheias
[Your birds might get a little plump on bird seeds. Just saying.]
young_oldman) wrote2014-10-11 10:23 am
Backdated to the end of the CNY festival
He perked up in alarm, but he couldn't see any smoke, so he just followed his nose until his eyes landed on a large pile of ash and the smoldering remains of whatever it was that had burned. The next thing he noticed was Lu Meng, who was attempting to clean up the mess.]
Would you like some help with that, Lu Meng? [He approached him slowly.]
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Too much has happened tonight, and he doesn't want to think about it. Not just yet.
As one of the last few people milling about, he's OK with being left alone. In fact he'd actually prefer to be on his own. But then he hears Wang Yao, and he looks up sharply from the task at hand.]
Master Wang Yao. [And he immediately gives the man a respectful bow.] My thanks for the offer, but this is partially my mess. I will clean it up myself.
[There's nothing off about his words or his statement...but it's in his eyes. Grief, despair, frustration and sorrow. But like China himself, he know better than to bring up his emotions. He's gone through and learned enough about how healthy it is to vent out his emotions rather than bottle it up, so he might share this grief with some of the Otherworlders here, especially those he trusts.
But Wang Yao comes from his land, and he knows the man would not appreciate such a gesture. They're good acquaintances, fellow country men, perhaps even friends, but feelings and emotions are meant to be hidden away and borne individually. That is a mark of strength to their people, and he will not disrespect Wang Yao or himself by spilling his heart out like some maiden.]
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Why would you be at fault?
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You have worked very hard yourself, Lu Meng. Please allow me to offer you a drink.
[It's kind of his way of saying, "Don't be so hard on yourself." He's not trying to make Lu Meng's lips loose with alcohol, it was just a simple kind gesture.]
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[And here's even more of the vagueness. Of avoidance and shame, and it shows in the shadows that grow underneath him, and in the growing gloom that's shrouding the surroundings in a dark layer, dimming all light around them.]
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[Yao puts his hands together, making the large sleeves of his red top come together, hiding his hands.]
Though I wish this had been under better circumstances, there is something I have been wanting to tell you for some time now... But it is not something to be said lightly in the presence of others, or through telepathy. I wanted to talk to you in person, alone.
[He looks serious, but a gentle breeze blows by him, making his ponytail and side bangs flutter.]
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His trust and loyalty is not so easily gained, and yet whenever it came to Wang Yao, Lu Meng found himself willing to throw his all into endeavours with Wang Yao. The preparations for New Years had been quite tiring and he'd taken on additional work to make sure that all went well, but Lu Meng had ignored the fatigue, driven to pull off the best New Year's celebrations in his life.
And it was partially because he wanted it to succeed...and puzzling enough, partially because he wanted to fulfill Wang Yao's expectations and goals.
Tonight, maybe they'll settle this question once and for all.]
You have my full attention and my full discretion in this matter, Master Wang Yao.
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You of all people are aware that it is our custom to give courtesy names to those who have reached adulthood, but I have no courtesy name. Though... I suppose Wang Yao could be considered a courtesy name since I discovered who I truly was when I received that name, even though I was a child at the time. [A small pause.] That is the name the humans gave me after they found me.
[Note how he specified "humans."]
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Lu Meng's quiet, his gaze never wavering away. By right he should be on edge, but that sense of trust and faith in Wang Yao? It's only gotten stronger.]
Then...if I can be so blunt. What are you, Master Wang Yao?
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Before I answer that question, allow me to show you something first.
[Turning his gaze back to the pile, he kneels down, and places one hand on the remains. He grits his teeth and hisses in pain as he feels the heat burn his palm. After a few seconds, he withdraws his hand and shows it to Lu Meng. It's only a first degree burn, but the skin is looks red and angry. But then the redness begins to shrink away as Yao's self-healing powers come into play. Soon his hand is back to normal with the exception of a tiny burn below his thumb, on his palm. The skin that was healed looks as though it was never marred at all.]
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[Lu Meng starts towards him the moment he sees Wang Yao's hand moving towards the burnt wood and metal. What is he thinking, how does this prove anyth--
--...oh.
He stops in his tracks, staring as the skin mends itself. When all that's left is that tiny burn, Lu Meng looks up sharply back to Yao's face, openly in shock and awe at what he's just seen.]
Are you a god? [That's the first thing that pops into his mouth and his mind, because hey, Yao wouldn't be the first god he's met here.
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[He rises to his feet. There's a nice, soothing warmth coming from Yao, because although he may be nervous, it also feels kind of relieving to lighten the burden of his secret, especially if it was his own citizen.]
The reason people would call me a land spirit is because I am China. I am the personification of our land.
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How strange... My powers must have been weakened when I arrived here, because back home something like this would heal completely.
[Oh well, at least it wasn't a serious injury. He'll just apply some aloe to it for the next couple of days and it will heal in time. And now he knows he should exercise even more caution if faced with danger.]