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[leng]

My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
My my, cold hearted child, tell me where it's all gone
The luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong.

- Ben Howard - The Fear

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[leng]

Waited, too.

( The writing comes easily enough, but ends in a singular discordant ink-slash like his brush has paused on some realisation. It has, he comes to the conclusion a second too late that Wei Wuxian might mean the exorcism and not something closer to the grief.

More slowly, too aware of himself now. )

The same as Wei Ying.

I would have been moved by it the same. I would have protected them too.

[flauted]

[ a beat. another beat. somewhere, in a village barely big enough for a guesthouse but not big enough for a spot on the map, Wei Wuxian may or may not be finishing off a bottle. ]

you deserved better too

[leng]

No.

( Maybe. But if Lan Wangji deserved better, then so too did Wei Wuxian. )

That part is not a regret, Wei Ying.

[flauted]

stubborn, so stubborn!


you know, it's starting to get pretty cold. winter will be here soon.

[ BLATANTLY untrue. ]

[leng]

Oh?

Is there something that would assuage Wei Ying's worries?

[flauted]

perhaps if i were to find someplace to stay through the worst of it...

[leng]

Wei Ying is always welcome with me. Though it may be cold in the mountain, I would see to it than he were always warm.