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early on, morning | un: yiling patriarch

[weifinder]

Hello? This is Wei Wuxian—Lan Zhan, Lan Sizhui, Jiang Cheng, Daozhang, anyone, respond. Tell me you have the stupid quartz on you, please, how are things holding? Ive got talismans in my rooms, Lan Zhan you know them both, Sizhui you do too, anyone who doesn't they can help direct the dead and reinforce the entrances—

un: bashful bard of the emboldened flute

[consignation]

I'm THIRD? You call my name THIRD?

the real question is why wasn't son first

[weifinder]

Oh thank goodness you're there. Jiang Cheng, what's going on where you are?!

WE ALL KNOW WHY

[consignation]

I hear a commotion down the hall, so I'm on my way to investigate. I think it's that lunatic that other lunatic is always going on about. Huli this and Huli that. The fox.

—Where are you if not in your room?

[ Are you in LAN WANGJI'S room you TREASONOUS WHORE— ]

in the night | un: yiling patriarch

[weifinder]

Those listening: Unhalad's forces slow with the cold. Those of Anurr's people and creatures here harry the edges along with myself and my brother.

( Jiang Cheng, maybe you get to hear that. Maybe you're already injured at this point; it's irrelevant, before another truth. )

Resentful spirits are ready to sweep through. If anyone else is looking to control this battlefield—we can act together, if you speak now.

he's LEARNING BETTER slowly

[weifinder]

Jiang Cheng, Unhalad has delivered to your door. I was in the citadel overnight, trade ran late and Unhalad's forces are thin on temper, it wasn't advantageous to leave—I can't make it back to you through them yet.

[consignation]

[ ???????????? ]

We're being attacked and you're trapped on the other side of enemy forces?

[weifinder]

You're being attacked and I'm at the flank.

late morning | un: sweet lily of the hidden valley

[bearshermark]

Ah... This is Eleven. ..We're converting the study into a medical ward. If you're injured or find anyone that is, please direct or escort them this way.

As well, any extra hands would be helpful.

[consignation]

That's what I said!

[ Don't split hairs with him! ]

Just— Just stay there and stay out of sight until we work this out! You're the only one of us without a sword, so just— Just hang back!

[ Yeah, this is actually better. Except the part where he already knows Wei Wuxian is never going to listen to him. ]

You can just provide enemy movements to us. Don't do anything rash.

[weifinder]

I'm not going to rush in! To be any help I'm going to have to backtrack to the citadel! While I can. Otherwise I can tell you what they're doing, but it boils down to you're surrounded by bodies that are even less responsive than when we were fighting puppets in the war.

[consignation]

We'll handle it! We survived the war, this is just—

[ He thinks to the war, to the events preceding, to being young and stupid together. Being sent to the Wens for their idea of an education, that cursed cave, all that happened thereafter. Wei Wuxian always at the forefront, the center, always taking the entire world on his shoulders.

Just once, Jiang Cheng tried to do it in turn.

Just once, and— ]

We're not invalids. I've been sect leader about as long as you were even with Jiang Sect, and your precious Lan Wangji is a damned war hero so you can take a break for a change.

[weifinder]

( His own frustration, his concern, the stretch of time between them and sixteen years he'll never have back, his darkness the only swallowing stretch he'll ever know, the mark of time passing and his certainty, then, that it was simply the hell he was due, beats against the cage of his lungs.

He breathes out, sharp, release and headache all at once. )

Jiang Cheng, if I didn't trust you and Lan Zhan and Lan Sizhui and the rest of everyone in that farmhouse to handle it, do you think we'd be talking right now? Unhalad's dead won't want to move into Anurr's forests, and they're going to be slow before the sun warms them. They'll slow again by nightfall. Think, you know it like I do, while they focus on you, and you hold them off, am I not supposed to look for how to cut them off? How to make sure this doesn't happen again while we escape this forsaken region?

( There will be another sort of joke, later, that it is not Wei Wuxian who will target Unhalad, that he will not be the driving force after that creature, when it gains the field. He's not trying to win this battle, but he sure as hell won't let them retreat to regroup and come again. )

[consignation]

I don't like you out there alone. You're cut off. Or— Or we are, whichever. The point is, if something happens to you— No help can reach you. Do you understand?

Are you so accustomed to having your back to a wall you no longer know any other way to act?

[ There's a hiss of breath as Jiang Cheng regrets those words just as soon as they leave his lips. They're unkind, and they do not serve them.

He doesn't know why his love always hurts the people who love him.

Maybe he learned it from his mother.

He takes a sharp breath, then tries again. ]

Keep me appraised of your location. I'll make sure our defenses are in place here, then find a way to join you.

[weifinder]

( He'd flinch, if he wasn't used to worse. He'd made those choices, had tried to offer those outs to everyone he's ever cared about. Repeatedly, you don't have to keep me when it's easier to let go. Lan Zhan was the one who finally said no. Who stood firm against the tide of opinion pressing down over shoulders and the better politics, the better sense to most eyes, than to believe in the Yiling Patriarch.

His back had been to a wall for years. It's free now, and no, it isn't a wonder that the first name on his lips is Lan Zhan, the sword and shield for he who, previously, as Jiang Cheng has pointed out, does not have a sword.

He's working on that. A nod to Eleven, for the how and why, and that this place doesn't carry the weight of a world finding out again what he is and what he isn't, where he doesn't need to fend off spars meant to show off skill and little else. If he had a sword now, not one of their spiritual blades, but simply forged steel, he could fight. Would fight, with the brutal trained precision they both share, with the finesse that sets them off from the Nies.

Slow down, breathe. Say the things he needs to, in the face of the kinds of conflicts he's only been learning to have without shutting down in the newness of recent months, in the refinding of what and who Wei Wuxian, wreck of a cultivator, is in a world that no longer aches to drink him dry and dance on the ashes of his grave. )

I won't make myself the target.

( He won't make himself the risk to take. )

Jiang Cheng, I don't—their strength isn't in the bow.

( Flight if one must, fight of course, but if he's seeking a means out, there's that one. Probably. He's sick to his stomach and standing, the crunch of snow underfoot. )

I move for the citadel now, before the light's full. I'll return as soon as I can.

Re: in the night | un: yiling patriarch

[royal_venant]

[ Regulus listens and hesitates as an idea - a very dangerous but effective idea - is starting to form in his mind.

But he has an idea. ]

What are the resentful spirits? What are they doing?

un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

I'll be right outside making sure no one comes in. Let me know if you need to carry something or someone heavy!

un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

I can't use any arrays right now, but I can fight. I can draw a good number to me.

.... what are you going to do with the resentful spirits, are you controlling them?

[bearshermark]

[A huff of a laugh]

I have Hendrik for that. But.. even he will need to rest at some point. I will let you know. We appreciate your efforts on our behalf.

un: heart-fluttering hummingbird

[downswing]

( The... most... exhausted: )

How many... injured?

un: heart-fluttering hummingbird

[downswing]

( Hissed the moment Wei Ying starts speaking, interrupting him shamelessly: )


— do they have you?




( Where are you??? )

[bearshermark]

[Sounding distracted, though the reason for that is clear]

I'm treating one at the moment. Another should be ready to rejoin the battle shortly.

If you mean capacity, we can manage about three at a time.

[scrapgege]

I don't need to rest as often or as much as any of you. Call if you need to.

[bearshermark]

We will, thank you.

[downswing]

My...

( But he pauses, seems to regulate his breathing. )

...Sizhui. With you?


( Is his first son wounded? )