audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

Bear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!

( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )

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[weifinder]

Lan Zhan! I did not bait the bear!

[downswing]

Wei Ying never calls attention unto himself.


( Mianmian rang. )

[weifinder]

Wei Ying just wanted a bath!

( actually you sort of commanded him into one, WAS THE BEAR YOUR PLAN, LAN ZHAN )

[downswing]

Run against the wind. I may find you.

[weifinder]

That's leaving a scent trail!

( YOU JERK WHO HUNTS NO GAME

but really he's not at his most rational while naked and running around in blood rain with a white bear charing after his ass )

[downswing]

Wei Ying. ( Breathe. ) Name path. I shall find you.

[weifinder]

Uphill, toward the author!

( Xunxian. That's what he's getting called by nickname. The erotica author. )

[downswing]

Whom...?

[weifinder]

The one who feeds Moran!

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Master Su?

[weifinder]

Yes! Him! He whispers animals!

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Wei Ying. ( The deepest, most resigned sigh. ) You spoke true of the... creature?

[weifinder]

Why in either world would I lie about being molested by a bear?! That's not even a creative lie!

[downswing]

It bled you?

[weifinder]

I was fast enough to avoid that fate.

[downswing]

Wei Ying. Protection talisman. Draw swiftly.

[weifinder]

... Right!

( which is when he bites into the pad of his finger, drawing with his blood across his chest, and... is about... when he reaches Master Su. )

[downswing]

( You can enjoy this escapade for precisely an eighth of a shichen, before the inevitable check-in: )


...Wei Ying?


( Breath harsh and laboured, while he chases through the caravan. )

[weifinder]

( Murmured, low: )

The bear avoids. Master Su sooths it. You know, I think it's been technically following us since Sa-Hareth? Also, I have a blanket now.

[downswing]

( Ah. That voice, then. )

...you frightened.

[weifinder]

... I just wanted a bath, Lan Zhan, and now I've run the came mostly nude with a bear after me. Aren't these things only supposed to happen to younger men, ah? Aren't I too old for this?

( that voice, now evolved into... that whine. )

[downswing]

Too old. Wrinkled. ( A strategic pause: ) And safe?

[weifinder]

Distinguished. ( His correction, likewise a complaint. ) And safe.

[downswing]

The ancient requires assistance?

[weifinder]

Directions to a pool come dawn... this is disgusting. I feel so gross, Lan Zhan.