un: sect leader jiang | dated shortly after the huntress left, whenever that was

[consignation]

I understand we have problems right now.

I don't care.

If you can't handle things and need my help specifically, I'll see what I can do about it if you aren't already dead later.

More importantly, which of you are willing and able to cook? As in right now, immediately.

The gentleman known as Xie Lian NEED NOT APPLY.

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un : deft hand of little deaths (voice)

[scrapgege]

I promised I wouldn't cook for anyone else but myself. There's really no need to worry.

un : dappled peals of the parted seas (voice)

[beitangmoran]

..... So what exactly are you offering, then?

un: absterge

[downswing]

( May the heavens split and swallow him. )


Jiang Wanyin.

[consignation]

And what have you been eating lately? Your own cooking? Appalling. Come here at once.

[consignation]

An audience with my dog? Why does it matter to you? We know you can't cook.

[consignation]

[ You're starving his brother with your Gusu Lan 'cuisine'. He doesn't want to hear it from you. ]

Lan Wangji.

[downswing]

We face tragedy. Carnage. Disaster.

[consignation]

I agree.

You're feeding my brother BROTH and MILLET.

[downswing]

He thrives.

[consignation]

I want to hear that from him.

[downswing]

Lies violate the precepts.

[consignation]

[ So does sucking dick. ]

Just because you believe something is true doesn't make it so.

[downswing]

( Protein. )

How has he been failed?


( Of the two, which of them has dared? )

[consignation]

He's from YUNMENG. We have TASTEBUDS there.

jiang cheng's face

[downswing]

A siege cannot be stayed to feed one man.

Even of Yunmeng.

un: qishan

[silverneedles]

Why the sudden need for a cook?

xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

( this is silly, they're likely in the same space, but wei wuxian is exhausted, the huntress's call has finally faded, and he's far enough from where anurr sits plump in his snowy, killing domain that the undead lord's call isn't snaking through his mind

so instead, he uses this neat function, the thinky one, so he doesn't have to talk: )

You know what I miss more than anything right now?

( they're talking of food. jiang cheng knows, and likely has missed it harder, for longer, and always will. )

once i slide dw more dollars i will only use the drunk ones for u

[consignation]

I will procure ingredients, my intention is simply to make sure they are prepared well.

[ Every day, this man is haunted by his own soup. ]

[consignation]

Lady Wen!

[ INSERT EXTREMELY LONG PAUSE OF MENTAL SPLUTTERING. ]

There are too many unfit cooks among us. A system is needed to prevent waste of already scarce resources.

[consignation]

[ Jiang Cheng reads the message, starts to write back, stops, starts to write back again, and then finally paces over to where Wei Wuxian is, sitting down with exaggerated exhaustion and effort on his own part.

He passes a hand over his brother's hair, sighing heavily. ]

...everything? [ he asks softly, voice edging on hoarse. There's so much to miss.

But then he cracks a smile, poking a finger less than gently into Wei Wuxian's shoulder. ]

If you called me over here to say 'Lan Zhan', I'm going to beat you into next week with Zidian.

[beitangmoran]

Someone is a little nippy today, I see.

[scrapgege]

It's fine, it's fine! I can eat it with no trouble, after all, so it doesn't matter, does it?

[downswing]

Millet suffices him. He enjoys it uncomplaining.

[weifinder]

( Surprised at the touch, eyes flexing wider as a startled cat's might, back arched, fur on end, Wei Wuxian settles again in the aftermath of his brother's care. Leans toward him, because everything is a lament he knows, and one he's laid to rest, pays homage to, remembers but cannot be bound down by, lest he never breathe again.

He startles again, provoked gladly into a creaking laugh, dry and broken like the line of skin across his lips. Such absurdities, and it's the teasing, a strangely fitted familiarity, that leaves him aching. The press of a finger to his shoulder is as fleeting as the pressure itself, and he cobbles together words to follow the laughter. Finds a few, at least, that come after a false start, his voice used up and surrendered after the intensity of days, of battles fought within himself, and the gentle, dusty mockery of endless empty bottles of wine around him, nothing to drown in, no sanctuary away from his own thoughts. )

Can't eat him, ( he says, where Lan Zhan is on his tongue to follow Jiang Cheng's utterance, scandalous in the sort of way that's left Wei Wuxian smiling, crooked and genuine, if tentative. ) No. Soup.

( You know. Even if Jiang Cheng's version had been lacking, had been a stomach's upset in pot form, it had still been... something. )

... Second tries.

( Something more than it needed to be, or could have been, depending. )

[consignation]

[ YOU MONSTER CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE KILLING HIM THIS MAN COMPLAINS ABOUT EVERTHING AND HE'S APPARENTLY TOO WEAK TO EVEN VOICE COMPLAINT ABOUT YOUR BLAND DEATHBED FOOD OFFERINGS— ]

It's worse than I feared if he can't even muster the strength to protest.