[ It is, perhaps, a testament to just how much Jin Ling has rebuilt his faith in Wei Wuxian that he just grumbles about the laugh but then steps over and puts out his hands, without question.
He doesn’t think about this. He doesn’t recognize just how much trust he puts in the man, barely older than him.
But he does.
Even with his hands held out, though, he’s grumbling. ]
Well I’ll show you some practical experience, next time.
[wei wuxian takes both of jin ling's hands in his, thumbs kneading small circles at the meat of jin ling's palms. they're strong hands, but still smooth, not hard-callused by the constant draw of a sword.
may these hands never kill, wei wuxian prays, silently, as he massages the other's knuckles.]
Your hands are soft. That's not an insult, before you get offended - it's good, actually. you don't have a lot of control yet, though.
[wei wuxian folds two fingers on each hand, pushes them tight against the palm until the nails turn white at the quick.]
Hold your fingers closer together. Do you feel the muscles straining?
[ He’s offended. Of course he’s offended. His mouth is half way open to snap at Wei Wuxian that his hands are perfectly hard, thank you very much, but instead he just scowls a bit as his uncle continues.
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[he does conjure fire again, at a distance this time.]
Show me what you drew again, but slowly.
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[ He complains lowly, but then draws in a breath and does as he was asked, retracing the symbols he last wrote in the air.
He pulls the water out of the air again, and.. makes himself damp. ]
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except no he is, oof.]
You'll learn better if you get practical experience. Okay, here, give me your hands.
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He doesn’t think about this. He doesn’t recognize just how much trust he puts in the man, barely older than him.
But he does.
Even with his hands held out, though, he’s grumbling. ]
Well I’ll show you some practical experience, next time.
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may these hands never kill, wei wuxian prays, silently, as he massages the other's knuckles.]
Your hands are soft. That's not an insult, before you get offended - it's good, actually. you don't have a lot of control yet, though.
[wei wuxian folds two fingers on each hand, pushes them tight against the palm until the nails turn white at the quick.]
Hold your fingers closer together. Do you feel the muscles straining?
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Grumbling: ]
Yeah, I feel it. So what?