There's no denying that, and Wen Qing doesn't even know all of the details. Just that Jiang Cheng had expected Wei Wuxian to be there, and that Wei Wuxian would have done it. Stayed in Lotus Pier with him, his right-hand man, if everything hadn't happened.
It's impossible for Wen Qing to regret begging Wei Wuxian to help her brother or the time they had in the Burial Mounds, and part of her knows that everything had changed once they put Wei Wuxian's core in Jiang Cheng. Still, sometimes she wishes she could have sent him home, back to his siblings.
Not that she can say as much to him, not now, so it's easy to shrug off the thoughts and return to her tea. "In that case, make up your own courting customs. It's not like he, or you, can pay a bride price or send extravagant gifts to the family, so demand appropriate gifts. Give him something in return. Tell him you want an actual wedding, witnessed by the family you have here."
His lips twitch, less amused at her suggestions than his own imaginings of
the same. It's not bad advice. Knowingly how to use it, that's... going to
take consideration.
"Would you count among that number?" Asked casually, as if it doesn't
matter if she says no.
"Then that'll make three people I'd be honoured to have attend."
Soft, because his heart feels like tiny needles have driven into it, and it
aches, gaining another sister, already knowing he's lost her. Is fated to
not share her world, but love her while they share this one, and beyond.
He smiles back, heartened, and laughs with a wave of his hand, not to
dismiss her point, but because there are aspects of it which simply go
beyond what he wants, if he's considering wants. Lily's presence would be
welcome, of course, but it's enough of a ritual from their world, their
home, that he's not sure whose eyes he cares to have on it. Does
it matter? To some extent, to him, but that's neither here nor there.
His fool of a husband, and his own foolish self, have enough to slog
through to try and get to some point that isn't this tower, isn't this
landscape of other people's hubris, to try and find their footing... if it
can even happen before it's too late.
He brushes that thought aside as well, and shrugs instead.
"As soon as I know, I'll send along your invitation."
"It already took half a decade, I'm sure a little longer won't hurt." Except it's been much longer for him, she realizes. While Hanguang-jun doesn't look too much older than he had when she last saw him, there's an air of maturity to him, a gravitas that hints at his real age. Sizhui's a teenager, nearly as old as Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had been when the war started.
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It's impossible for Wen Qing to regret begging Wei Wuxian to help her brother or the time they had in the Burial Mounds, and part of her knows that everything had changed once they put Wei Wuxian's core in Jiang Cheng. Still, sometimes she wishes she could have sent him home, back to his siblings.
Not that she can say as much to him, not now, so it's easy to shrug off the thoughts and return to her tea. "In that case, make up your own courting customs. It's not like he, or you, can pay a bride price or send extravagant gifts to the family, so demand appropriate gifts. Give him something in return. Tell him you want an actual wedding, witnessed by the family you have here."
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His lips twitch, less amused at her suggestions than his own imaginings of the same. It's not bad advice. Knowingly how to use it, that's... going to take consideration.
"Would you count among that number?" Asked casually, as if it doesn't matter if she says no.
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"Then that'll make three people I'd be honoured to have attend."
Soft, because his heart feels like tiny needles have driven into it, and it aches, gaining another sister, already knowing he's lost her. Is fated to not share her world, but love her while they share this one, and beyond.
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"Though I know Miss Lilly would attend, and be honored, and others here." Wei Wuxian is a friendly person, even if he keeps people at a distance.
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He smiles back, heartened, and laughs with a wave of his hand, not to dismiss her point, but because there are aspects of it which simply go beyond what he wants, if he's considering wants. Lily's presence would be welcome, of course, but it's enough of a ritual from their world, their home, that he's not sure whose eyes he cares to have on it. Does it matter? To some extent, to him, but that's neither here nor there.
His fool of a husband, and his own foolish self, have enough to slog through to try and get to some point that isn't this tower, isn't this landscape of other people's hubris, to try and find their footing... if it can even happen before it's too late.
He brushes that thought aside as well, and shrugs instead.
"As soon as I know, I'll send along your invitation."
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"Make him pour tea for your brother."