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Eastbound Contact

Wei Wuxian
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( He chokes on something like laughter. )

Lan Zhan, and this may surprise you, but I have indeed noticed you are not a sister. I'm very fond of you exactly as you are.

Fanged. Blood-yearning. ( Do they neglect his faults? Allow Hanguang-Jun to remind them: ) Intemperate. Unfilial. Cold. Possessed of pride.

( He listens, and chuckles, warm and quiet, after that listing. )

Are you describing yourself, or me? Lan Zhan, if we were only a sum of our worsts or our bests, what exaggerations of ourselves we'd be!

Sketches of charcoal. Waning.

Dissolved entirely, exposed to rain. Preserved forever under glass.

...your likeness of Caiyi.

In Loquats and Emperor's Smile.

And thickened beards.

( Those... beautiful portraits. )

Or spidery eyebrows. Lan Zhan, they made me hideous.

( A pout, if you will, in his voice. )

Likeness uncanny.

Enough to send shivers down the spine, Lan Zhan, don't tell me I'm that unhandsome!

I speak no falsehood.

That likeness is as mysterious and unsettling as that barking Fairy at the Saber Tomb.

The beard did not ill suit.

Lan Zhan. ( he laughs, he can't help it, and then sucks in a breath for the sound of horror it is, without being horrified. )

It was at least more impressive than your uncle's, I'll grant the artist's that, but to find you so attracted to a beard? Surprising, Lan Zhan, surprising. I'll try to keep that in mind.

Wei Ying. Age does not ill suit.

I'd prefer to go white in the hair alone than to end up with an unattractive, scraggly beard...

Vain.

I admit my faults! I'd prefer not to be ugly, where's the credit to my parents in any of that?

( Debatable how serious he is, but he will at least compliment the people he can no longer recall. )