Jin had been ready to say whatever he needed to get Taesu to eat. He’d been successful in that, somewhat, but this conversation had taken a turn he hadn’t expected and it took everything in Jin to muster what support he could. He understood how Taesu felt. Probably better than the others. Every word coming out of his brother’s mouth sounded like a mirrored echo of his own inner monologue on the worst of days. But Jin had been lucky; in his most formative years (and even now) he’d had Ahn-Bo who had served like a springboard, kicking aside every misconception about people Jin could bother to think up. Every time he’d imagined he wasn’t wanted or that he’d never be accepted because he was a monster, there was Ahn-Bo proving him wrong. And while things had shifted a bit over the years, they were still close. And Jin knew, at the end of the day, that beneath whatever becoming a werewolf had done to his brother that Ahn-Bo would be there for him again, always, if he needed it.
The half-vampire sucked in a short breath. “It’s not easy,” he replied, quietly. “I know from experience.” And while Jin wasn’t inclined to talk about Ahn-Bo because it could get a little tricky, he leaned forward a bit towards the pretty veela. “But it is possible, Taesu-ah, trust me. People are… inherently selfish creatures. Most of them do want something from everyone they meet. Even you and me. But if you’re patient, and you trust enough, there will be at least one person who comes along and stays because of who you are not what.” Then, trying to channel his inner Ahn-Bo as much as possible, Jin offered his brother a lopsided little grin. “And being handsome isn’t a curse,” he said gently. “If nothing else it’s the reason people do flock to you so that you can pick and chose who to let in. You’re not stuck with the nameoji at the bottom of the rice sack the way I was.” He gave a playful little huff.
Lifting his chopsticks again, Jin picked up another morsel and offered it over the table to his brother. “Eat,” he encouraged. “My wisdom comes at a price.” If there was a playful little grin against his lips, Jin didn’t mind. He was proud of himself for being so sage. Maybe all these years of hearing Ahn-Bo put up with him had prepared him for this very moment.
The half-vampire sucked in a short breath. “It’s not easy,” he replied, quietly. “I know from experience.” And while Jin wasn’t inclined to talk about Ahn-Bo because it could get a little tricky, he leaned forward a bit towards the pretty veela. “But it is possible, Taesu-ah, trust me. People are… inherently selfish creatures. Most of them do want something from everyone they meet. Even you and me. But if you’re patient, and you trust enough, there will be at least one person who comes along and stays because of who you are not what.” Then, trying to channel his inner Ahn-Bo as much as possible, Jin offered his brother a lopsided little grin. “And being handsome isn’t a curse,” he said gently. “If nothing else it’s the reason people do flock to you so that you can pick and chose who to let in. You’re not stuck with the nameoji at the bottom of the rice sack the way I was.” He gave a playful little huff.
Lifting his chopsticks again, Jin picked up another morsel and offered it over the table to his brother. “Eat,” he encouraged. “My wisdom comes at a price.” If there was a playful little grin against his lips, Jin didn’t mind. He was proud of himself for being so sage. Maybe all these years of hearing Ahn-Bo put up with him had prepared him for this very moment.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.