( srsly what's he supposed to say to any of this? he can't account for the strength of will and self that wen qing had shown years ago, had always known of herself: one of the woman he also admired most in the world, after jiang yanli. protecting just two people, them, is something he understands: jiang cheng's loyalties are close and tight and fierce, but that might be the crux of it. jiang cheng fought harder for the small circle, and wen qing saw too much of the larger context. she trusted in that, and wei wuxian was forced to face it and hope, too, and both of them had those hopes and faiths in an imperfect humanity crushed.
anyway, what's thinking? if jiang cheng can't get out of those thoughts, then force them out, with a different kind of violence of expectation: wei wuxian keeps his hand there, at jiang cheng's face, and abruptly and without warning leans in to press his forehead against his brother's. that, he feels, is shocking enough. )
I couldn't be at your side, Jiang Cheng, but I was always with you. Do you get that? It's unfair, but we're the same kind of fool, sacrificing for each other what neither of us would want the other man to give.
( he hesitates, because he does hate this, and it sounds in his voice, the more strangled note in it. he can't even hint at being light and unaffected, blithe or anything of the kind. he wishes he could. didn't yanli say that was his way, to smile through it, let the bad roll off him like water from a duck's back? is it letting her down to not carry that on here and now? )
I wanted to believe in so many things, Jiang Cheng, without having anything to back them. Justice, people's word, that staying silent and quiet in Yiling for that year meant people would start being less afraid. Then I walked right into what got our sister's husband killed. I couldn't keep Wen Qing and Wen Ning from turning themselves in, along with everyone else. I didn't know A-Yuan was left behind, when I ran after them, and all I found was the whole of the world I thought had to be better denouncing me for everything I hadn't yet done, and not for the things I had. When did it become a sin to defend myself? But if I'd been stronger, if I hadn't tried to find shijie, if I hadn't gone by Carp Tower before I went to Nightless City, she'd have been here still. That wasn't Jin Guangyao's doing. Shijie wouldn't have run there if it hadn't been for me. I got her killed, and I don't know how to make up for that, not now, not then.
( this is a really long and awkward speech to be having like this, but he makes himself talk, his tongue feeling heavy and tired in his mouth, chest feeling tight and heart squeezed beyond measure. )
When it came down to it, I was the one who broke under all that pressure, not you. So who was nothing, without someone by their side? It wasn't you, Jiang Cheng.
barely changes this LMF i can't imagine wei wuxian figuring out comforting kisses if ur not 5
anyway, what's thinking? if jiang cheng can't get out of those thoughts, then force them out, with a different kind of violence of expectation: wei wuxian keeps his hand there, at jiang cheng's face, and abruptly and without warning leans in to press his forehead against his brother's. that, he feels, is shocking enough. )
I couldn't be at your side, Jiang Cheng, but I was always with you. Do you get that? It's unfair, but we're the same kind of fool, sacrificing for each other what neither of us would want the other man to give.
( he hesitates, because he does hate this, and it sounds in his voice, the more strangled note in it. he can't even hint at being light and unaffected, blithe or anything of the kind. he wishes he could. didn't yanli say that was his way, to smile through it, let the bad roll off him like water from a duck's back? is it letting her down to not carry that on here and now? )
I wanted to believe in so many things, Jiang Cheng, without having anything to back them. Justice, people's word, that staying silent and quiet in Yiling for that year meant people would start being less afraid. Then I walked right into what got our sister's husband killed. I couldn't keep Wen Qing and Wen Ning from turning themselves in, along with everyone else. I didn't know A-Yuan was left behind, when I ran after them, and all I found was the whole of the world I thought had to be better denouncing me for everything I hadn't yet done, and not for the things I had. When did it become a sin to defend myself? But if I'd been stronger, if I hadn't tried to find shijie, if I hadn't gone by Carp Tower before I went to Nightless City, she'd have been here still. That wasn't Jin Guangyao's doing. Shijie wouldn't have run there if it hadn't been for me. I got her killed, and I don't know how to make up for that, not now, not then.
( this is a really long and awkward speech to be having like this, but he makes himself talk, his tongue feeling heavy and tired in his mouth, chest feeling tight and heart squeezed beyond measure. )
When it came down to it, I was the one who broke under all that pressure, not you. So who was nothing, without someone by their side? It wasn't you, Jiang Cheng.
( it was me. )