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Wei Wuxian
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I'll speak with him first, perhaps.

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...perhaps.

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Perhaps even today. Since my night's free.

( dryly. )

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Allow me first to finish penitence.

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Am I to listen to you kneel?

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Unnecessary. Sleep.

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I'll find Wen Kexing. Good kneeling, may you find many ants to observe.

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Fetch fresh parchment with morning.


( .........burning the nest. )

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( he just laughs, because: now he's had warning. any papers he cares about can be shoved in a satchel and carried off.

such kindness! such largesse! )

Your loss.

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I do this not for you, but for my soul.

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I know. Just as for mine, only when I pay respects to the departed does it mean a thing.

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Then why castigate me?




( This just in, Wen Kexing: national punishment. )

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... By choosing to speak with a man who has an ill to likely dying soulmate?

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( Opens mouth. )




( Breathes in sweet vinegary delight. )


A chill envelops. Don my layers.

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Will you shed all yours for me first?

( said cheerily, for your vinegar. )

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Five discarded. Penance.

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Lan Zhan.

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Wear them.

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( he is now attempting to hunt his husband down, congrats )

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( Just... loitering, living his best life knelt in the frigid cold of the gardens, r e p e n t i n g as lesser men must. Mind him not.

The hour is late and the night long, he'll wilt asleep on his own. )

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( There is no company. None.

Then there is the deliberate footstep, the presence behind Lan Zhan. The heat of a chilled hand settled on his head.

The crouch of Wei Wuxian by his side, hand in place. )

Find any ants yet?

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( This composition... has the exact dignity of two children, squabbling. He tries very desperately not to feel as if he has emerged the one who greets the playground nose-first. )

Milling.

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( He quirks his brow, studying his husband's face from the side.

Lifts his hand.

... works on unwinding his waistband. )

They're usually so industrious. Dedicated to their causes. Unconcerned with the world at large.

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Diligence is the root.

( Even the precepts agree with the humble ant, as they do, unquestioningly, with Lan Wangji's horror at the spectacle far too literally unfolding beside him.

Forgive him Guanyin, for he has sinned. )

What are you doing? ( No, no. He knows exactly how this goes. )

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Yet they mill around right now? Confusion set in?

( letting the material fall down to the ground, he can work on shrugging out of his outermost robe, the one not likewise tied to him. )

Me? Undressing.

( Said with a crooked smile, shaking his now divested outer robe out. )