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

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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-18 12:21 am (UTC)(link)

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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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-18 01:53 am (UTC)(link)

"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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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-04-22 02:02 am (UTC)(link)

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."