eastbound inbox.

[lanclan]

inbox for the mirror pendant of 'Average Sighren'.

“Please leave your message and I will attend it as soon as possible.”

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[wifedup]

The only thing rabbits are good for are eating.

( A mild grumble, because he knows Lan Xichen sees things differently than he does. He doesn't think he'll be as offended as Lan Wangji was with the fish though. )

I'll make you a list of retorts before you go, so if anyone ever says anything bad you have them already compiled. You can strike the fear of me in Gusu too, that's only fitting.

[lanclan]

A huli-jing would say that.

[ He tugs on a strand of Wen Kexing's hair, amused. ]

Perhaps, if I cultivate into immortality, I can finally travel the world and find you in it. That's more than enough incentive for me to try.

[wifedup]

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.

[lanclan]

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.

[wifedup]

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. )