Yes. We can get rabbits and chickens for the house. We'll think
about a cow. Definitely a cute black rabbit with a red ribbon. Are you in
my city, didi?
... while new rules might be... necessary, I will think of what they may
be. [ Lans do need rules, after all. But Xichen also reaches to hold
his brother's hand and take his pulse gently, just in case. ] What
did you do to overstep, didi?
[ This, certainly, a confession he would never make sober - just how much he has let Wei Wuxian touch him, how close he's allowed him.
Lately, no. Lately, he sets careful barriers between them, when he can manage it. Distance or time or sound. But that is for Wei Ying's benefit, not his own.
He looks like he might say something more, but he has gone one confession too far, and his lips thin instead.
If anyone allowed me all the things that make me feel nice now, Wangji. I might also run away. Not because I don't want them, but because I don't think I deserve them.
[ Xichen's words come far too fast, before he can stop them. He understands, oh, he understands his brother. But he understands young master Wei, too.
He swallows the rest, though, and shakes his head. Wangji won't even remember this in the morning, but...
He couldn't not say them. ]
Let us go find something that is still open, then. Sweet, or savory?
[ Xichen's arm around his shoulders tightens just a fraction. ]
You are a good man, Wangji. Young master Wei wants to recover enough so he can deserve you, that is all. Because he cares, and wants not only your touch, but your happiness. Just like you do for him.
We will go find chicken. I think one of the shawarma places nearby works through the night and they make grilled chicken.
[ ... don't ask him how he knows what shawarma is. The story is kind of boring. ]
[ unfortunately for xichen, wangji’s drunk brain has just had a Thought and he stops, completely immovable, while he thinks it. Then he abruptly turns in his brother’s grasp and pulls him in the direction of his house, instead.
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maskormenace
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need thm for house
wei Ying
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street of lights an gamblingg
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Yes. We can get rabbits and chickens for the house. We'll think about a cow. Definitely a cute black rabbit with a red ribbon. Are you in my city, didi?
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no doggs only Wei ying
white rabbitta too
no
ghosts and sand
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Cow big, and it is very easy to buy milk in this world. I will come to you in a moment, didi. Will you be able to find me if you hear Liebing?
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gege
how
reparation s with yunmeng jiang
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[ Xichen will find the street very fast, but unless he sees Wangji, he will play Liebing to let his brother find him. Eventually, when they meet. ]
What wrong have you done Yunmeng Jiang, didi, to seek making reparations?
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He sways as he walks, and turns his gaze to his brother almost in admonishment. ]
Wei Ying.
[ As if that explained everything. ]
I overstepped... gave dishonour to Yunmeng Jiang.
[ He frowns, brows pinching. ]
Do we need new rules for new world? I will carve them.
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... while new rules might be... necessary, I will think of what they may be. [ Lans do need rules, after all. But Xichen also reaches to hold his brother's hand and take his pulse gently, just in case. ] What did you do to overstep, didi?
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Touched.
[ Well that’s vague. ]
Wei Ying. Wei Wuxian. Yiling Patriarch.
The tighter one grasps the further they push. I will not push him from the cliff again.
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Then do not clasp.
But I think... I think that he does want you to touch him. He wants you to be the one to touch him, when he is ready to be touched.
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No.
No ties, no bounds, no gates, no restrictions.
[ He sank into himself a little miserably. ]
Wei Ying is untouched wilderness. I am carved stone. I will not make him run from me again.
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Do you think that he ran from you, or from himself?
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They are the same.
[ His heart is Wei Wuxian's. Whether he runs from Wangji, or from himself, he still runs.
Time to go to the petting zoo. ]
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They are the same, but also not the same. You have lived with your guilt for sixteen years, didi. He has had scant months.
It is not that your touch is a binding, or a limit, or a burden. It is that his guilt makes him feel his touch is so.
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[ This, certainly, a confession he would never make sober - just how much he has let Wei Wuxian touch him, how close he's allowed him.
Lately, no. Lately, he sets careful barriers between them, when he can manage it. Distance or time or sound. But that is for Wei Ying's benefit, not his own.
He looks like he might say something more, but he has gone one confession too far, and his lips thin instead.
So: ]
Hungry.
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[ Xichen's words come far too fast, before he can stop them. He understands, oh, he understands his brother. But he understands young master Wei, too.
He swallows the rest, though, and shakes his head. Wangji won't even remember this in the morning, but...
He couldn't not say them. ]
Let us go find something that is still open, then. Sweet, or savory?
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[ He says it with a rush of feeling, all too absent from his voice usually - an almost vindictive derisiveness against fate.
Is he speaking of Wei Wuxian or his brother? Both?
His expression turns sullen again and he looks back toward the lights of the party district behind them. ]
Chicken.
[ Who cares about Lan Rules when you are shit faced? ]
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You are a good man, Wangji. Young master Wei wants to recover enough so he can deserve you, that is all. Because he cares, and wants not only your touch, but your happiness. Just like you do for him.
We will go find chicken. I think one of the shawarma places nearby works through the night and they make grilled chicken.
[ ... don't ask him how he knows what shawarma is. The story is kind of boring. ]
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[ He let Xichen guide him, his usual grace and decorum mostly absent save in the way his spine stays straight even while he sways. ]
I knew.
I knew he was never undeserving.
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But he doesn't.
[ Alllmost there. ]
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He has calligraphy to do. ]
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Let's go that way, then.
Xichen will go with, and instead of trying to talk, hum a soothing Song to his brother. ]