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[weifinder]

Wei Wuxian
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[weifinder]

You're a bit big to fit under my skirts, I think we've established this, Lan Zhan.

But we can be adults, who are also orphans by circumstance, who tend to each other.

[downswing]

How may I tend to your sickness?

[weifinder]

Company.

( he does better, by having anyone else either there to tend, or to have his attendance upon them in necessary measure. is it truly a surprise? )

[downswing]

( Politely: )


And soup?

[weifinder]

... I don't turn down soup, unless it's Xue Yang or Jin Guangyao offering it.

[downswing]

Even rabbits require more.

[weifinder]

This is the moment we're going to accept that my standards are lower than a rabbit, Lan Zhan. Though my diet includes far more meat.

[downswing]

( ........no wait, he knows what to do with rabbits: )

Be good. Curl against warmth. Burrow.

[weifinder]

When you're here, I'll employ your rabbit logic with you, okay? The tea will be ready. And blankets.

[downswing]

I lack warmth.


( THE MOST PATHETIC, HIS QI IS REDIRECTING. )

[weifinder]

Two bodies produce warmth between them, we'll be fine.

[downswing]

Shameless.

[weifinder]

And practical!

[downswing]

Do not let pity oblige you.

[weifinder]

I have never been motivated out of pity. Spite, a handful of times, sympathy many, but not pity.

Come to my bed. Cuddle, burrow, rest. Obliging by desire and design.

[downswing]

You and I. I did not think we spoke plainly.

[weifinder]

It may help if we did more often.

[downswing]

It comforts to know Wei Ying nearby. To hear his living breath.

[weifinder]

Is that enough? I don't know... I'm not the man I was, once. I don't know that Wei Ying can ever be enough.

[downswing]

'Enough' speaks of existence subordinate to another's needs.

Wei Ying need only be.

[weifinder]

Being is its own doing. If I simply am, I do. And no one, not you or anyone else, truly wants that. I don't know if even I do.

[downswing]

What is there left to fear in you?

[weifinder]

Is that an honest question, Lan Zhan?

[downswing]

Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan. Your blood painted on my lips, for swearing you wished.

Trust is long for healing. This sickness, first.