[Miu watches him with that careful, eagle-eyes gaze as if she’s trying to peel back the layers of his response—or his very soul—with each word. In the end she gives a soft hum of acknowledgement and understanding before looking away.]
Being perfect and polished and poised, because a single crack isn’t acceptable. Something like that? [Her tone is dry, disinterested, but she feels like she knows a little something about that. She clasps her hands behind her back, careful with her gift, and nods.]
Sure, I guess. I don’t plan on staying too long, but... [But tea is nice. She holds her gift out.]
And this is for you.
[Whenever he decides to open it he’ll find a chocolate bunny roughly able to fit in his palm (well in Miu’s palm, so likely it’s a bit smaller than his own). It’s clearly not professionally made and the features crude, but it’s recognizably a rabbit.]
It’s a holiday today. Though I’m pretty sure they didn’t have it in your world. Or time period, at least.
I talked with him, when he left at the Lanterns Festival celebration. He agreed to... aid me in *my* redemption for failing to see the things that were wrong. To look with me, and let me take actions.
I trust him to abide by his commitment.
And I trust that in this matter, he will not find the information you gave is wrong, because you have no reason to come up with any of it.
I noticed his sudden absence. I had no control over how Lady Miu and Jin Ling reacted to me. I fully expected him to ignore me, in fact, and if he had not been intoxicated, I believe that is what he would have done.
He has not let me touch him since Guanyin Temple, yet he came here and he has sought comfort again. We spent several hours resting together with Fairy on his other side. I miss him.
I have encouraged him to eat and drink. His body is safe; it's his heart that seems lost. If Hanguang-Jun can find it, he has my loyalty.
Wangji is trying to process the role you played in young Master Wei's fate. In a way, you stole a life from him; in another, you stole sixteen years. Perhaps things would still have worked that way if you had not gotten involved, but there is no way to know.
For Wangji, to see you getting affection when his lifetime confidant can barely accept himself deserving of any
It pained him. And a part of him thought that you have tricked them into affection.
But the past cannot be undone. I believe that you have not done so on purpose, and I believe you about Jin Rulan now.
We will look for a solution, or at least information.
He is in love with him. [For all of his faults, Meng Yao has a keen eye. Others - Mo Xuanyu, Qin Su - had been in love with him and he had used it to his advantage. But the bond he has seen between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian is more like the bond he had tried to have with Lan Xichen. Selfless. Good.]
If I could give all of it back, I would. Wei Wuxian has been fair to me and if the opportunity arises to help him, I will take it. However I did not trick either Lady Miu or Jin Ling.
[Miu grins at him, seemingly pleased at having caught him off guard, then waves a dismissive hand at the apology] It’s fine, it’s fine. Different countries celebrate it differently, but where I’m from it’s really for girls to give the presents. In a month—on March 14th- is when the boys are supposed to give gifts back to the girls who age them presents first. That one’s called White’s Day, and your gift is supposed to be something white, or near enough.
[You know, like diamonds... Or white lingerie, but she won’t tell him that..]
It’s called Valentine’s and it’s supposed to be a holiday celebrating love. Generally it’s a pretty big day for couples and love confessions, engagements and marriages and all. But you can celebrate the love between family and friends too.
[ Tea. Yes. Wuxian steps in with a small little bow, and will at least try to sit calmly. But his fingers will tap on a bent knee and he'll chew on his bottom lip.
The question has him smile with an absent little shake of his head. ]
I'm fine, Zewu-Jun. It's just...
I saw the whip scars on Lan Zhan's back. And the brand on his chest. He won't talk about them...What happened?
[ Xichen blinks. Oh. They have had this conversation before. His hand strays until it's wrapped around Liebing.
Better than asking to take young master Wei's pulse. Probably. ]
Ah.
He ... would not tell you, no. They were a consequence of Nevernight, one that he submitted to when Uncle assigned it, and one that he inflicted on himself.
Are you certain you wish to know the details beyond that? He would rather protect you at least until you are better healed, and I do not disagree, but your choices also matter.
Wuxian frowns at the information, gaze flicking around without really seeing as he thinks over what it means. Then huffs out a quiet breath, returning his attention to Xichen as he manages a small smile. ]
Thank you for your concern, but...I think I need to know.
[ And there's the doubt in the back of his mind on if he even can heal more. He keeps breaking. How many more times can he survive before he just...stops? Before he shatters completely? ]
He can well understand the doubt about healing. But for both of them, the harm has been very recent, and they have not had time to rest and try to heal.
Xichen would soothe the worry, at least, or try to. ]
Please keep in mind that he never, ever would wish you to be hurt by any of this. It was his own ... his own life, when he did not suspect you would ever be back in it.
[ His words are calm, softer than the first time he said this, outlining Uncle's punishment for Wangji, the required time of healing. And then... ]
Even so, he went out of the assigned seclusion to go to Caiyi town and buy some Emperor's smile. He...
As far as I know, he was looking for a dizi. I guess he went to look for one in the rare items storage, where we often keep various instruments that nobody uses at the time. Unfortunately, a brand that was... removed from Nevernight after the fall of Wen Ruohan was also kept there. I found him passed out, with it on his chest.
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