Sizhui ducks his head at Jingyi's antics, hiding his soft smile - as much as he knows he should be disapproving, he can't help but be glad for his brother's ability to show his affection so openly, even if he shouldn't. It's bittersweet, when he can't show his own, but he's happy for the other boy all the same.
He reaches out a gentle, reassuring hand to rest on his arm for a moment when Hanguang Jun's wordless rebuke has Jingyi sinking back down, murmuring a quiet reminder that he'll be able to talk to Zizhen soon enough - once everybody has arrived, they'll get a chance to mingle after all.
His attention is still on Jingyi when he's suddenly being nudged and his head whips round towards Jin Ling - but the clan leader is already looking away and he feels his heart sink a little. Was Jin Ling avoiding him deliberately? Was it just bad luck? Did Jin Ling think Yuan was avoiding him? He reaches up a hand to press gently against his chest, feeling the ring beneath his robes. He wants to believe that vow of love, but everything is just so complicated now - it was supposed to be simpler, supposed to be easy. He's a sect heir, the son of the chief cultivator, an appropriate match! And yet... the life that he had built has never felt so precarious and he doesn't know why.
When Jingyi looks at him, he just forces a smile and shrugs slightly. He isn't sure what to say, but before he gets a chance to Zizhen is practically pushing past the steward to get to them. He drops into a place at the table closest and grins over at them.
"Jingyi! Yu- sorry, Sizhui! It's so good to see you!"
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Date: 2022-06-18 10:08 pm (UTC)From:Sizhui ducks his head at Jingyi's antics, hiding his soft smile - as much as he knows he should be disapproving, he can't help but be glad for his brother's ability to show his affection so openly, even if he shouldn't. It's bittersweet, when he can't show his own, but he's happy for the other boy all the same.
He reaches out a gentle, reassuring hand to rest on his arm for a moment when Hanguang Jun's wordless rebuke has Jingyi sinking back down, murmuring a quiet reminder that he'll be able to talk to Zizhen soon enough - once everybody has arrived, they'll get a chance to mingle after all.
His attention is still on Jingyi when he's suddenly being nudged and his head whips round towards Jin Ling - but the clan leader is already looking away and he feels his heart sink a little. Was Jin Ling avoiding him deliberately? Was it just bad luck? Did Jin Ling think Yuan was avoiding him? He reaches up a hand to press gently against his chest, feeling the ring beneath his robes. He wants to believe that vow of love, but everything is just so complicated now - it was supposed to be simpler, supposed to be easy. He's a sect heir, the son of the chief cultivator, an appropriate match! And yet... the life that he had built has never felt so precarious and he doesn't know why.
When Jingyi looks at him, he just forces a smile and shrugs slightly. He isn't sure what to say, but before he gets a chance to Zizhen is practically pushing past the steward to get to them. He drops into a place at the table closest and grins over at them.
"Jingyi! Yu- sorry, Sizhui! It's so good to see you!"