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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[lanclan]

[ After telling him he has to leave, he gives Wangji a curious look when asked to stay and sit. ]

Is something wrong?

[downswing]

( And is it? He lacks in the skills required to bide time. No matter. They are brothers, accustomed to each other's company. )

Need it be? To sit together. Since brother has already adjourned.

[lanclan]

Wangji, I should help the boy. He has no shizun and is lonelier than he admits, I think. What you both just went through, there is no one to check on him as I have for you.

[ Tarrying while Mo Ran is in a potentially similar state puts Xichen ill at ease. ]

I will return and find you later, then we may talk into the night if you still wish.

[downswing]

He is in health.

( Better than so, well attended. Lacking in nothing, including daggers. Excuse Lan Wangji, flinched but withdrawing into himself, ever prone to silence when scolded. It is rare to ask — less so, of late, for brother to deny him in the name of new acquaintances.

He rises first. )

As you wish.

[lanclan]

[ Noting the brusqueness to the way he loses that eye-contact, he nods and rises after a moment too. Shuoyue takes up position and he steps onto her, still looking at Wangji as his brother has a mild tantrum under the surface. He knows the signs. ]

I am a sect leader again. Is this responsibility not what you wanted of me, when I was a ghost of myself? Wangji.

... I will return.

[ Shuoyue sings as she swerves and lifts him into the sky. ]