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Wei Wuxian
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Wake.

at a very noticeable delay | audio

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Zhanzhan?

( hear, less than legendary, the stifled yawn with that mumbled cutesy naming and the tinge of concern. )

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( ...oh, the guilt. )

Sleep.

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( the pause, wheels turning sideways )

You can't?

( is that what he needs??? is that what he's asking )

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Go back to sleep.

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Mmmkay, where're you?

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Seeking chilled running waters.

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Ooooh, right, right.

'm bringing drying cloths.

( still under the misunderstanding that Lan Zhan waves to sleep, but needs to ice bathe first, which.

... tracks. )

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...only maudlin thoughts. Sleep.

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Mm, pet your hair after, it helps.

( hear the shuffling around another yawn as he sets to finding what he needs and still not sure where running cold water is )

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Am I as you remember?

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Mmmhmm, Lan Zhan is Zhanzhan. ( wait. a pause: ) Is Lan Zhan. More than I remember.

Not where I remember, call me over?

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( Wei Wuxian, how are you so beautiful and delightful and strange - )

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( ...and so stupid, Heavens above, you are so stupid — )

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Sleep.

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Yes, yes, after.

( considering he's not a morning person, this is very nicely functional. sounds shift, and he's clearly outside the caves, where softer sounds of nature penetrate and chirp. )

Lan Zhaaan, Lan Zhaaan, sing me to you!

( Making sense in his own way, knowing that melodies and music, these are things he's sensitive to even when fevered and incapable of remembering specifics. Sing to him, Lan Zhan. )

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( S i g h i n g forever, one gentle Caiyi song. )


Brother troubles me.

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( one mostly not shuffling cultivator on the trail of a familiar enough song, step by step approaching. )

Ah... ( oh, to not be troubled by worries over brothers. he sounds slightly more Awake as he asks: ) In what ways?

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This is a shattered world.

He too pure. He requires no further disappointments.

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( walking, another hum of acknowledgement, that he's reading. thinking. )

Healing is not a singular path, ah? The world... any world, would be kinder for a lack of disappointments. We would give much to grant that kind of life to those we love.

( easier to say like this, as he's slowly waking, letting the morning sink into his bones, each footstep. the world is rich in scents and sounds, and he breathes in, audibly deep and slow, out just as slow. )

He has your care. Already, he stands on firmer ground than many. This world, shattered as it is, may have the benefit of... needing people to respond, without being the people we are at home.

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( Enjoy, for a few heartbeats, the small pulse of sparkling light the next message brings — a modest deviation from the much grander emergency alert talisman the young use, repurposed to amuse a waking Wei Ying. )

The world has already disappointed him.

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( hear the moment he pauses, the small, almost laughed exhalation. the quiet murmur: )

So pretty...!

( the resuming, swifter, with less shuffling, of progress in the correct direction. )

So allow him time, much as we can. We won't leave him alone.

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Beauty unto beauty.

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( another soft laugh, without pausing. )

Beautiful words from a beautiful man.

( he has in mind his own pretty, small show for when he arrives. preceding him, a blue shade of his barrier breaking butterflies. different also in intent: energy seeking butterflies. looking to land and beat their small, illusionary wings on whatever feels strongest in qi in the immediate area. )

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3I spoke of my brother.