text | un: wei laozu, following the protestors being escorted to jail

[weifinder]

Dear Friends,

I am presently enjailed with a number of the protestors who did not have the luck to get free of the ordered guards. Some here have been injured, and we've done what we can on limited supplies and with limited sympathy, but it wouldn't be a terrible idea to drop some fresh clean bandages in, maybe a few poultices for healing, and also:

I probably need to exit this particular stage after chatting up my cellmates for their thoughts, to the accompaniment of the odd gurgle from the semi-conscious man in the corner. Don't worry, he's actually improving.

Remember, make love! Not violence! Makes for more fertile growing grounds.

- Wei Wuxian

( this is help, only not a distressed call for help, from Wei Wuxian, Jailbird. he's so thankful zero dogs are involved in this venture. )

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[downswing]

( With his vast experience of both lies and fertility goddesses, how can this go wrong. )

They may be pressed on the merits of your release.



( ...by his sword. )

[weifinder]

Pressed how?

[downswing]

With conviction.

[weifinder]

Is the conviction using your words, Lan Zhan, or Bichen?

[downswing]

One has yet to falter.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

Your words will suffice.

[downswing]

'Too many words.'

[weifinder]

'Presence required, this afternoon. Seeking the release of the esteemed reincarnation of so and so for such and such.'

Wordier, yes, but still within bounds?

[downswing]

You splinter falsehood into excuses.

[weifinder]

I play the game we both deign to avoid when we can: politics. Leaves a taste in the mouth I don't enjoy, and won't, while we linger here.

1/2

[downswing]

Then, we become them, grotesque.

[downswing]

These filthened hands, I cannot cleanse in your name after.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan, I've other hands willing to tap these bars. I'll be out, I'm healthy and hale. Have patience, ah? I'll be back to you soon.

[downswing]

No. Better to run with Wei Ying than after him.


( Historically. )

[weifinder]

... Wanna join me in here?

[downswing]

A fool's wager. I play it.

[weifinder]

Come on down, leave Bichen in your qiankun pouch or sleeve. I can handle the playacting, as long as you do that thing where you look entirely unimpressed with everything going on and come stand near where I am in these cells.

[downswing]

( And what did he say before? )


I tire of houses that would fetter you.

Leave them swiftly, or see them burned.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan, peace. I am not contained, not truly.

[downswing]

( And the three hardest words of all: )


I trust you.

[weifinder]

( and he knows how hard that is. )

I'll support that faith.

Your rooms, can they stand visitors tonight?

[downswing]

( Just... as he finally obtained his own living quarters, of course. The nature of invasion. )


Discreet ones. Mindful of wards.

The bed accommodates.

[weifinder]

( privacy ranks secondary to reassurance, from the man who hasn't had much of what one calls a private life, and isn't particularly gifted with that identity here, either. )

No sparkling butterflies to dispel them then.

Hah, Lan Zhan, we have beds again. I'll find you there, this evening.