"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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"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."