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wen qing ([personal profile] silverneedles) wrote2021-06-27 04:21 pm

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weifinder: (desperate | here i'm coming)

[personal profile] weifinder 2021-09-05 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
( these are all things wei wuxian would love to help answer, if he know about half of them, or even most. what he has right now is a heaviness he can't swallow past, and no direct access to anything helpful, just: )

If she's there, teleport with her to the house. I'm heading their now, I've just returned Lan Zhan to his room. He's—weakened.

( he's terrifying wei wuxian, is what he's doing, and he's flaring up brighter than the sun over the concept of being allowed to die on his own terms, permanently, like this world is so simple for that, like some stupidity in another people's court should dictate this ignoble ending, like there aren't deeper dangers, that lan zhan couldn't be stolen as soul and converted into some nightmare horror that hunts them down and oh what the hell will he say then.

but he says none of that.
)

I'm sorry, I don't have a better answer, but we do have the... idea. The prescription, and tell me whatever you need, I'll have it.
weifinder: (quiet | this pull is astronomical)

[personal profile] weifinder 2021-09-05 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
It will.

( Firmness in his voice for that, and for the rest: )

I'll come back to him. ( He will, but he can't stay around, not raw like this after their confrontation, the lack of trust that bleeds between them; ) Just, if you need anything. Tell me. Even if it's talking with the old men haunting the place, please.

( and he can check on Sizhui in the meantime, and his idiot brother, and who else? how many are poisoned? )

We should have more than enough.
weifinder: (srs | of a hole he's made)

[personal profile] weifinder 2021-09-06 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
( A pause, before he laughs, and it's a brief, short thing, that sound. )

I've done that well enough before. Doing so now helps no one, even if we both know I'll let myself come close without crossing that boundary as it's needed.

( But he breathes in, audible, and steadies himself. Breathes out, then answers what she'd first said. )

I'll ask. Jiang Cheng may have an idea. Past that—my hands and flute are yours.

( He'll be there, just as soon as he can. )