[ a slow nod to confirm both of those first things; he counts "one" and "two" with each nod on his fingers, so it's as specific as possible. she's right on target. he listens carefully, for her to complete her sentence.
he puts up a third finger. another nod. that's true.
...and a fourth, with a shake of his head, mouth curling into a small frown. yin yu bows, apologetic. they're still looking, but that's so impossible to get across, in such a strange way. as he rises, he drops his hand, then mimes writing with his right hand on his left, mimes folding a letter shut... then reaches back and brushes his hand against the flower petals.
there's still so much more to say, but the time is borrowed. all he can hope is that she'll see his letters and know.
something very heavy, very sad, crosses yin yu's expression, and he puts his hand back over his heart, and bows low. it's the best he can do. his hand stays there as he straightens.
at first, he managed to mouth something. maybe he can, again. i love-- and whatever he says after that is gone. to flayn, it will appear that the area where his mouth is almost blurred out, silencing that particular method of communication, too.
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he puts up a third finger. another nod. that's true.
...and a fourth, with a shake of his head, mouth curling into a small frown. yin yu bows, apologetic. they're still looking, but that's so impossible to get across, in such a strange way. as he rises, he drops his hand, then mimes writing with his right hand on his left, mimes folding a letter shut... then reaches back and brushes his hand against the flower petals.
there's still so much more to say, but the time is borrowed. all he can hope is that she'll see his letters and know.
something very heavy, very sad, crosses yin yu's expression, and he puts his hand back over his heart, and bows low. it's the best he can do. his hand stays there as he straightens.
at first, he managed to mouth something. maybe he can, again. i love-- and whatever he says after that is gone. to flayn, it will appear that the area where his mouth is almost blurred out, silencing that particular method of communication, too.
time's just about up. ]