#jiyan

word count: 7,064

pairings: geshuyan ( geshu lin / jiyan )

warnings: discussion of parent death. depictions of grief, minor gore & violence, self sacrifice, and some implied internalized homophobia.

summary:

He just watched it end. Watched Jiyan leave that ring, that hole in the Statue's chest alive, but injured. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, and mentally steels himself for either eerie silence, or another round of fighting. ...instead, General Geshu Lin opens his eyes to the sound of a city suburb, and the strange, statement-of-fact knowledge that he's inside a Sonoro Sphere.

notes: for the most painful & authentic reading experience, please listen to "effortlessly, i feel everything" by the man the myth the meatslab, while reading, as that song inspired this fic :)

for the song: spotify link, youtube link.

Wip for Jiyan's construct model 🤔 might change his facial features a little + do the entire render process in one night.

Li derve şev bû, Li hundir hîn ronahî hebû.

“I see,” Jiyan says carefully, like Geshu Lin hadn’t just abruptly inserted a third dimension into the strange dynamic between them, something else apart from superior officer and no-strings-attached sex. “A social event. In an official capacity.”