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Wei Wuxian
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( he's going for a walk. is walking? after having handfed a fox jiang cheng... walking... no, no curses here, but walking something... canine?

he shudders. it takes too long to write back. )

You're walking a dog?!

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( How... does he...

...should Wangji be scouting his quarters for paperman????? )


Rest easily.

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A dog! I'm gone, no, gone!

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A cub. Fleetingly home. Endangered.

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You're speaking sweet to the wrong man from Yunmeng for those creatures

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You shall not cross paths.

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Neither will we!

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You would not wish it abandoned.

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Life's cruel, it lives or it doesn't, goodbye!

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Wei Ying.

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( nope, he's gone, expect no reasonable nature about things he now knows are more than howls in the woods )

two... hours... later...

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The creature has joined its lifeless parents.

Isolated. In a bloodied shed.



( ARE YOU FEELING BAD YET. )

eventually...

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Good. I'm sure it'll start eating them.

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Shivered. Cannibalising its sires in winter's cold.

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Congratulate it for having a meal without effort.

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It will grow orphaned, lone and embittered.

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Toss in a second one. Look. Brothers. Worked for some of us, didn't it.

Less well for others, but you're not worried about after it grows.

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So that they might feast off each other?

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The problem was they never did.

Anyway, you've two parents, plenty to feed.

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Wei Ying, whose mercy forgave the sects of slaughter. But not a cub his survival.

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Leave off. Swallow your contempt, for you choose it yourself, Lan Zhan.

Goodbye.

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Wei Ying. Beloved. Half-heart. Soulmate.




( When You Only Endear for Cannibal Cub. )

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( it's sweet

in Wildly Not Working, but apparently sweet words drip from Wangji's palms...



...when he wants to miss his mark regarding pressing his husband's bottom line, which, like all sane people equally stubborn as their spouse, was going to happen )

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( Ah, but to be a poet bereft, hunting the grounds to set a conciliatory offering of freshly liberated wine in your husband's lap.

When you have learned the way of the venal and conjugal world, and the twain ever collide, you come a knelt and bowed-back penitent. )

Have we peace between us?

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( found in his perch, tucked on one of the lesser rooftops, blankets around his shoulders, he lifts an eyebrow as the wine settles into his lap. )

Nothing's hiding in your sleeves? Under your robes?

( as he finds his tumultuous way into the wine, staring down at it, fingers curling around it's bulk. fine is fine, as long as no canine is waiting to intrude. there's no war but the one they make for themselves. cold and otherwise, colder than the air here, high above the courtyards and business of ghosts and humanity alike. )