[ The twinge that hits Hei is unfamiliar, as if some intrusive finger is plucking a harp string in his head, trying to get his attention. Maybe it's unlucky to name the child Mai? Especially in light of how her life dissolved into a flaming wreckage of orphanhood and indentured servitude to the Syndicate. But Hei ignores the lure as paranoia. Isn't it necessary, for the child to have a meaningful name, something that plucks bittersweetly at his thoughts, instead of diffusing into a jumble of empty sounds? The memories of Mai that fly into his mind aren't entirely pleasant -- but he treasures what little brightness they yield, like sunlight at the edges of a black curtain. It's the way he's learnt to deal with the darker facets of his life. ]
[ At her question, he pauses mid-way between flipping the prawns over, pale golden-brownish on one side, pink and glistening on the other. ]
I don't know. Maybe -- [ Huang? That ekes out a little frown that smoothes in the same beat, as if a thought has been dismissed, an ironic hilarity burbling and draining away inside him. Much as Hei's grown to respect the old bastard, he has no intention of naming his son after him. Ideally, the chances of the kid growing up as scrod-faced and sullen and sour-scented as his namesake are slim. But the universe has a penchant for cruel whimsies. ]
[ Case in point : Hei being a father. ]
[ Shaking it off, he mutters, ]
If it's a boy, he better have a good right hook, and a stable head on his shoulders. That's all that matters.
[ Not a chip off the old block, by any means. Someone who grows up to be a hundred times better than Hei. Someone whose humanity isn't a facade, a shell. ]
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Date: 2015-02-27 04:11 am (UTC)[ At her question, he pauses mid-way between flipping the prawns over, pale golden-brownish on one side, pink and glistening on the other. ]
I don't know. Maybe -- [ Huang? That ekes out a little frown that smoothes in the same beat, as if a thought has been dismissed, an ironic hilarity burbling and draining away inside him. Much as Hei's grown to respect the old bastard, he has no intention of naming his son after him. Ideally, the chances of the kid growing up as scrod-faced and sullen and sour-scented as his namesake are slim. But the universe has a penchant for cruel whimsies. ]
[ Case in point : Hei being a father. ]
[ Shaking it off, he mutters, ]
If it's a boy, he better have a good right hook, and a stable head on his shoulders. That's all that matters.
[ Not a chip off the old block, by any means. Someone who grows up to be a hundred times better than Hei. Someone whose humanity isn't a facade, a shell. ]