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eastbound inbox.
inbox for the mirror pendant of 'Average Sighren'.
“Please leave your message and I will attend it as soon as possible.”
I'll cook you a feast, then. The ingredients here are lacking.
( And then, a yawn, splitting his face in two before he covers it with the palm of his hand. )
Aiya, I'm an old man.
( Or maybe the days are catching up on him. )
I should go to bed. I should certainly stop taking up all your time.
( And then, a yawn, splitting his face in two before he covers it with the palm of his hand. )
Aiya, I'm an old man.
( Or maybe the days are catching up on him. )
I should go to bed. I should certainly stop taking up all your time.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be. I'll meditate, you sleep.
[ His expansive sleeve covers Wen Kexing where he lies on Xichen's lap, a hand stroking his hair. There is nothing that will get close to him as he sleeps, ghost or not, while Xichen is sitting his vigil in the same room; especially not with Wen Kexing on his lap. ]
Get some rest, a-Xing. I'll stay right here.
[ His expansive sleeve covers Wen Kexing where he lies on Xichen's lap, a hand stroking his hair. There is nothing that will get close to him as he sleeps, ghost or not, while Xichen is sitting his vigil in the same room; especially not with Wen Kexing on his lap. ]
Get some rest, a-Xing. I'll stay right here.
Mm.
( It's probably a bad idea. He's been more prone to nightmares these days, he doesn't always know where he is when he first wakes. But, he imagines Lan Xichen is more than capable, and sleep is already tugging at him beneath the ache of his thoughts and the slow slumbering of his veins. He's so tired.
Perhaps just for a little while then. )
( It's probably a bad idea. He's been more prone to nightmares these days, he doesn't always know where he is when he first wakes. But, he imagines Lan Xichen is more than capable, and sleep is already tugging at him beneath the ache of his thoughts and the slow slumbering of his veins. He's so tired.
Perhaps just for a little while then. )
Ah, because he knows? About me? He's known most of the time, actually.
( Which is a startling revelation and has Wen Kexing ready to flee Ephes at any given moment. Not because he wants to escape Zhou Zishu, mind. He's just having trouble rearranging everything he thought. )
Do you want a drink? I want a drink.
( Which is a startling revelation and has Wen Kexing ready to flee Ephes at any given moment. Not because he wants to escape Zhou Zishu, mind. He's just having trouble rearranging everything he thought. )
Do you want a drink? I want a drink.
I get so drunk I can't walk once and you're acting like it happens all the time.
( He's pulled a chair around to his side of the desk, a bottle of wine and two cups in front of him. The paperwork he'd been frowning at gets placed on the desk and he pats the chair in welcome. )
Also, I'm unfortunately sober. Come and rectify that with me.
( He's pulled a chair around to his side of the desk, a bottle of wine and two cups in front of him. The paperwork he'd been frowning at gets placed on the desk and he pats the chair in welcome. )
Also, I'm unfortunately sober. Come and rectify that with me.
Good?
( He sounds like he's asking Lan Xichen, which is silly. But Wen Kexing feels a little out of sorts, unsure of himself. He takes the nuts, tosses the little bag in the palm of his hand to feel the weight, expression thoughtful. )
No, it was good. I'm happy. It's just - ah, I have more to fret about now. You know I'm good at that.
( He opens the wine, fills Lan Xichen's cup first, then his own. )
He's from further along than I am. I think by some months.
( He sounds like he's asking Lan Xichen, which is silly. But Wen Kexing feels a little out of sorts, unsure of himself. He takes the nuts, tosses the little bag in the palm of his hand to feel the weight, expression thoughtful. )
No, it was good. I'm happy. It's just - ah, I have more to fret about now. You know I'm good at that.
( He opens the wine, fills Lan Xichen's cup first, then his own. )
He's from further along than I am. I think by some months.
( He makes a noise, knocks the wine back. )
Ah, no? I don't think so anyway. There was a mood. ( And he'd asked, Zhou Zishu had called him his zhiji. He thinks he could be thankful for that. ) He was very drunk. Maybe he'd thought he'd be alone? He was just there, in the tavern. I found him completely by chance.
Ah, no? I don't think so anyway. There was a mood. ( And he'd asked, Zhou Zishu had called him his zhiji. He thinks he could be thankful for that. ) He was very drunk. Maybe he'd thought he'd be alone? He was just there, in the tavern. I found him completely by chance.
Maybe.
( Thoughtful, turning his cup in between his fingers. )
There are things I need to deal with first. I had pinned my hopes on Ye Baiyi, remember? But he isn't here, and Ah-Xu doesn't have the time. I need to find a healer, and fast. My ... feelings can wait.
( Thoughtful, turning his cup in between his fingers. )
There are things I need to deal with first. I had pinned my hopes on Ye Baiyi, remember? But he isn't here, and Ah-Xu doesn't have the time. I need to find a healer, and fast. My ... feelings can wait.
He's dying.
( His gaze turns vacant as he refills his cup. )
Before we had time, maybe a year, but he seemed - I don't know. I could be worrying prematurely. Either way he's in pain and if I can find a way to stop that I will. I know Mistress Wen is a physician. Could she be called upon, do you think?
( His gaze turns vacant as he refills his cup. )
Before we had time, maybe a year, but he seemed - I don't know. I could be worrying prematurely. Either way he's in pain and if I can find a way to stop that I will. I know Mistress Wen is a physician. Could she be called upon, do you think?
If we heal him here, he lives here.
( The desperation finally creeps in, cracking through his words. )
I'll return back to the same time if we get to leave, so I still hold out hope for Ye Baiyi. But who knows how long he'll be here for? It's been months for me, what if he doesn't have that?
( The desperation finally creeps in, cracking through his words. )
I'll return back to the same time if we get to leave, so I still hold out hope for Ye Baiyi. But who knows how long he'll be here for? It's been months for me, what if he doesn't have that?
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