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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[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. ]